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Heyy! Can I request more vettel insta AU? Honestly I have no preference for the reader I just enjoy reading vettel a lot because of how less we get to see it but I'm happy to discuss suggestions 🤩 hamilton y/n + roscoe, charle's sister anything really

family ties | sebastian vettel instagram au

pairing: sebastian vettel x leclerc!reader

seb may be retiring, but he's not gone from the paddock completely, though the reason is not exactly what you'd expect

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ynleclercart: it's been a rollercoaster of a ride but i am beyond grateful to have been able to design helmets for such an icon of the sport. seb will always be missed on track, but if he ever wants to return, he knows where i am <3

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user49 noooo can people stop posting their goodbye posts for seb i'm still in denial

sebastianvettel no one else i'd rather work with, thank you for always supplying the beautiful lids

ynleclercart always - come visit soon

sebastianvettel i'll be there

user12 ^^ this is just digging the knife deeper PLS DON'T GO SEB

charles_leclerc what about your loving and devilishly good-looking brother?

ynleclercart eh, seb is better

user35 most iconic leclerc and it doesn't even come close

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ynleclercpriv: sometimes babygirl is a fully grown man who hikes in his free time

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charles_leclerc tell him if he comes to monaco i'm shaving it

ynleclercpriv over my dead body charlie

charles_leclerc that can be arranged

sebastianvettel thank you for the compliment (?) my love, charles stop threatening her or i shall have to intervene

maxverstappen1 get his ass seb

ynleclercpriv max why are you involved in our family domestic?

maxverstappen1 idk seemed fun

sebastianvettel can we all go back to the original point of the post - admiring me?

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f1gossipandtea: seb spotting!! anon sent me this picture of recently retired sebastian vettel in monaco of all places. why do we think he's there?

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user45 my king is looking so good, retirement unfortunately suits him

user10 my sebchal heart tells me that he was there to see charles but it's not likely :(

user09 no let's be delusional

user22 i saw a post that he was later seen with a woman??? a girlfriend mayhaps?

user49 pls no i can't take retirement and a girlfriend in a month

sebastianvettel added to their story

[caption: had to commission the best in the business - thanks y/n]

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ynleclercpriv: goofing around in the wilderness

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sebastianvettel it's not goofing, we're serious hikers

ynleclercpriv sure we are and i'm also a professional boxer

maxverstappen1 y/n can you get seb to come back? it's a shit show here without him

charles_leclerc i agree with him for once

ynleclercpriv lmao they gagged ur ass @lewishamilton

charles_leclerc y/n i'm being serious !!!! he'll listen to you if you ask

sebastianvettel i can literally read all of this

maxverstappen1 so you'll come back?

sebastianvettel nope

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sebastianvettel: vacation and all that jazz

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user78 seb using instagram like a normal person after retiring, my prayers were heard

charles_leclerc you're 1000% going to be a crunchy dad

sebastianvettel i don't know what that means but i don't think a person can be crunchy

charles_leclerc that's exactly what a crunchy dad would say

ynleclercpriv don't try and trick him with online terminology

user30 i love the domestics in this comment section i didn't know the leclercs and seb were that close

user40 call me a conspiracy theorist all you want but that's defo y/n leclerc

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f1gossipgirl: another seb spotting, the german made a surprise appearance in melbourne... and in a ferrari jacket. our sources say that he was accompanied by a woman but he wasn't seen again other than his entrance. do we think seb will watch from ferrari? does he have a new job? does he have a girlfriend? what do you think?

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user10 omg he's so mysterious but like i need him to be straight up with me right now

user39 my brain: he's probably just there to support, my heart: seb for ferrari team principal

user88 omg imagine seb as team principal helping charles win a championship

user67 so someone commented on seb's post that he might be dating y/n leclerc (charles' sister, seb's old helmet designer and artist) and that would make sense that he'd accompany his gf to support her brother

user11 omg the thought of charles and seb being brother-in-laws

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ynleclercpriv: forgive me friends but i am so in love with this man

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charles_leclerc believe me we know

sebastianvettel i love you too honey 🍯

pierregasly where did you get the last photo... asking for a friend

ynleclercpriv it's from norbert - you snooze you lose pear

maxverstappen1 omg parents

charles_leclerc STOP

sebastianvettel i'm not sure we're your parents but yes you can come visit for christmas

charles_leclerc wait i thought we were coming this year

ynleclercpriv more than one family can come at a time - grow up charlie

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sebastianvettel: doing melbourne right

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user45 sebastian... you don't know what a soft launch is

user13 he's an influencer now baby

charles_leclerc i thought social media was stupid ?

sebastianvettel let me appreciate the love of my life in peace

charles_leclerc okay romeo

user19 the last two posts + charles commenting on every post + seb being seen in the paddock IN A FERRARI JACKET = i'm losing my mind

redbullracing can't wait to see you tomorrow champ!

user48 they're fuming he's being seen with ferrari

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f1: a familiar face back in the ferrari garage! seb made his return to the scuderia in melbourne surrounded by former coworkers and the leclerc family.

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user48 AND THE LECLERC FAMILY ??? they know what they're doing f1 admin is a seb x y/n truther

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charles_leclerc he loves me too much to stay away for too long

ynleclercpriv *us

user38 YALLLLLLLLLLL

user97 i need them to confirm it i love them so much

user21 the way y/n has commented - her account is priv but there's over 1,000 posts HOW MUCH OF IT IS SEB PLS GIVE US THE CONTENT

ynleclercpriv i don't kiss and tell xoxo

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charles_leclerc: congratulations on officially joining the leclerc family seb!! thank you for putting up with me and i expect great birthday and christmas presents xx

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sebastianvettel of course you spoiled this, i love you but you are an unfortunate by-product of my relationship with y/n

user23 CONFIRMATION

pierregasly CHARLES NO

danielricciardo CHARLES NO

landonorris CHARLES NO

maxverstappen1 CHARLES NO

ynleclercpriv YOU FUCKING MORON CHARLES I'M LOCKING YOU OUT

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sebastianvettel: happy engagement to the love of my life, your brother may have spoiled it, but i'm prepared to deal with his annoying ass if i get to be with you for the rest of my life. you make life worth living and i can't wait to explore the world with you x

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user39 when will it happen for me god?

charles_leclerc I'M SORRY I LOVE YOU GUYS THOUGH

maxverstappen1 bagsy flower boy

danielricciardo pleasse let me plan the stag

aussiegrit congrats seb!!

christianhorner congratulations seb and y/n

ynleclercpriv i love you so so so much seb, i'm so glad i met you. you've changed my life and finally showed me what love truly means x

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#f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 imagine #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel instagram au #sebastian vettel x you #sebastian vettel

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━━ ✶✶˖° 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗫 | 𝗡𝟰𝗦.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ━ 2019 to 2023!11 grid x driver!female oc

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ━ mattia calls for a meeting to talk about the relationship between his drivers, after it nick becomes suspicious about his feelings towards arabella

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 ━ 2019, 10 april

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ━ shanghai, china

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ━ anxiety, anxiety attack, sexism (there’s going to be a lot of this in this fic) mattia binotto slowly starting to show his true colors, kids being little shits to our babygirl

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ━ i was going to post this yesterday for valentines but since I’m single af and I was tired and bored of seeing all those people in love I tried to do my own bangs and guess what? i fucked up HAHSHSH so I was sad (I still am, I hate my hair so much right now) btw the parts in cursive like this are flashbacks or little previews of the future, keep that in mind!!!

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ━ @namgification @louvrepool @d3kstar @omgsuperstarg @whoselly @yl90 @wcnorris

• — need for speed’s masterlist

“OH, I also receive threats from tifosi. Things like "You are a traitor, you have left Ferrari for the enemy."

"Why did you leave Ferrari?" The interviewer, sitting in front of her but out of the eye of the camera, asked her.

The twenty-two-year-old Arabella let out a laugh in a snort raising her hips to get more comfortable in the armchair “Ferrari was not very... kind to me so I stopped being kind to Ferrari”.

Two, almost three, years earlier, an eighteen-year-old Arabella was sitting in an uncomfortable chair without being able to avoid comparing the beginning of her day to that moment. The cold office did not look anything like the warm room, the uncomfortable chair could not be compared to the comfortable and soft bed and, of course, the look that Mattia Binotto was giving her was the opposite of the affectionate and warm look that Charles had given her when she had woken up in his arms.

She looked up at her manager, who watched her standing behind Ferrari's boss, with his arms crossed over his chest and serious face. Next to him was Charles' manager.

She looked down at her hands where her fingers had begun to play with the rings that occupied the opposite fingers. She wanted to look at Charles to see a smile, a look or at least feel his hand against her giving hers a squeeze trying to say that everything was going to be fine but she preferred not to do it.

"I'm going to get straight to the point, I don't want to waste some time we need" The Italian's black curls peeked out under the red cap when he shook his head looking at his wrist where a watch was. He looked up to the front again to see his drivers “Are you dating, yes or no?”.

A deep silence crossed the room after the question while the three "adults" looked at them expectantly. The silence was clear but for Arabella there was a lot of noise in the room, she could hear her heart beating in her ears, Charles' breathing next to her, the annoying noise that Binotto's fingertips made when he hit the glass of his desk.

When he saw that they didn't answer, the Italian let out a sigh “I need you to tell me the truth. It's not that I care who you sleep with but the men above seem to care and they don't find it funny their drivers dating” He looked at them desperately “You can lose your seats in Ferrari because of this, guys”.

"It would be a breach of contract," Nicolas, the manager of the 16, said in a sigh. He looked at his client with severity “Not only would you lose your position in Ferrari but you could be sued”.

An alarm began to sound non-stop in the head of the youngest in the room, suddenly she felt a dizziness and her chest contracted. She thought of her parents, of her brother, of her eleven-year-old self. It would be a disappointment for them.

Everything she had fought for would go to hell in a second.

She dared to look at Charles sideways and when she did she had to take a breath, he was already looking at her. She separated her gaze from his and lowered it to the ground, her hands began to play with each other again before she squeezed her jaw and looked up: looking, for the first time since she had entered the room, at their boss.

"We're just friends, can't friends hold hands?" A crooked smile slipped down her lips while she shrugged "I'm sorry, I can't help it, I'm very affectionate. You can ask Carlos, Lando or anyone, I'm always holding hands with them or hugging them”.

The eldest of the room turned to her manager looking for confirmation and when he saw Nick nod he let out a sigh of relief that almost went unnoticed by the others present. He turned his gaze to the young duo in front of him and nodded to himself "Well, then there's not much to say. You are free to go”.

The first to get up from the chair was the girl, who began to go to the glass door wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. She heard the chair in which Charles was sitting crawling on the floor and a short time later she felt his presence behind her. She placed her hand on the doorknob ready to leave but the voice of the team boss stopped her.

"Avoid expressions of affection in public, please. We can let it go once, but twice...”His tone was calm but it hid something behind his words, the girl didn't want to jump to conclusions but could swear that it was a threat. She knew that the words were for the both of them, but then, why did she feel his eyes only on her?.

She heard Charles' voice respond with a "Yes, sir" while she turned again to get out of there once and for all but then she heard her name with a slight Italian accent overflowing through the white walls causing her hand to freeze on the doorknob, she closed her eyes strongly waiting for the worst.

"I'm sorry for what has happened in Twitter, the advertizing team has already taken care of everything. I can't even imagine what you've been through” His words were nice and even somewhat kind but the tone with which he had said them made it clear that those were not the feelings he really felt towards the girl. She looked at him over her shoulder, ignoring the questioning expression on Charles' face and the frown of her manager, and nodded before running out of there.

She passed through the garage aware of the not at all disguised looks of the team on her, she accelerated the pace wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible.

She needed to be alone, get away from reality even if it was for ten minutes. She felt that at any moment she was going to faint.

She went to her driver’s room, she was mentally grateful that the area of the rooms was empty, she hurried to close the door but Charles' foot in the middle prevented her from doing so. She looked up slowly over the boy's leg until she reached his face, she snarled.

"Move”.

“No”.

"Charles, move” She pushed the door but with the boy's foot in the middle it didn't move too much. She looked at him angrily “Remove it or I'll destroy your foot”.

"We have to talk about what has happened, Bells" He looked at her pleadingly but she still didn't remove her expression from her face.

"There's nothing to talk about" She snarled, squeezing her grip on the doorknob "Everything has already become clear in there”.

The Monegasque bit his lower lip, this could not be happening. Only four hours ago they were lying in bed kissing until they were out of breath. He looked at her face, her precious face, and cursed himself for having fallen into her charms. Because of them, they were now on a thin line that threatened to break. He felt guilty, he was the one who had kissed her, he was the one who was looking for her, he had started everything.

On the other hand, he was angry, with Binotto, with him and right now with her. Why did she have such a hard time talking about things? Why did she run away at the first change? He thought that maybe it was because she was younger than him, after all, they were three years apart and she was only eighteen, she was a still a kid.

He sighed leaning his forehead on the door “Whether you like it or not, we have to talk”.

A silence formed between the two that was soon interrupted by the girl's sobs trying to escape through her throat, he heard her sip her nose.

"What do we have to talk about, Charles?" She no longer sounded angry but sad and hurt, her voice trembled "We can't be together, if we do we will lose our seats. Everything is against us”.

A puncture made a hole in the male driver’s chest “So that's it? Don't you want us to be together?”.

She opened the door and pushed him into the room, closed the door quickly. Unfortunately, now they couldn't risk anyone seeing them arguing or anything. Now they would have to think very carefully about what their interactions would be like both in public and in private, you never know because as her grandmother said "the walls have ears and eyes."

Charles dedicated himself to observing her, her green eyes were already injected with blood and her cheeks wet. Her nose was red. He felt even worse because he knew it was his fault.

"It's not that I don't want to be with you, it's that I can't!" She exclaimed frustrated. She was tired, she felt that all this was way big for her. Her anxiety didn't help the situation too much and that she had little experience in couple arguments wasn't very helpful either. She moved her hands in front of her showing her frustration, she didn't really know how to express her feelings or her thoughts “I can't risk everything I've achieved, everything I've suffered for”.

"And you think I haven't suffered?" He looked at her in disbelief "I have also suffered to get here. It took me a long time to get here, you know?”.

An ironic smile stuck on her lips as she snorted “You have grown up with money, with friends and a dick between your legs. I didn't. I hardly had any money to eat, the other children didn't want to be my friends and I was a girl. You don't know how difficult it is to be a girl in this world and much less in a sport in which there are only men. So yes, it may be that you have suffered, but I don't think you have suffered the same as I did”.

"I understand, but you can't run away just like that" He tried to touch her arm but she moved away, he licked his dry lips and frowned feeling rejected "What did Mattia mean by what happened in Twitter?".

He observed how the color went away from her skin and how her face deformed showing several emotions that he didn’t know how to decipher although he could differentiate the fear from the others before faking a look of indifference “I don't know”.

"Yes, you do" He raised his arm pointing to her face "You have it written all over your face, don't lie to me”.

"I'm not lying to you”.

"Then tell me!".

"There's nothing to tell".

Both began to raise their voices, one more fed up than the other of the conversation. It was clear that neither of them wanted to have that conversation but, unfortunately, you don't always have what you want.

Charles' face began to take the same color as the red that decorated some of the walls and objects of the room, a vein began to take shape on his forehead “Let me help you, Arabella! I'm here for you, it's not that hard, fuck!”.

"Maybe not for you, but for me it is!" She shouted back, her eyes getting redder and red as tears ran freely down her cheeks. She put a hand to her chest and pulled her shirt “I feel like I can't breathe every time I want to explain how I feel and you want me to let you help me because...don't you feel connected to me or something like that?! I'm sorry, okay?! I'm sorry I'm not like the other girls you've dated, I'm sorry I can't tell you at all times what I'm thinking or feeling!”.

Finally the silence was present between them, the only thing that could be heard was the girl's quick breathing and how the boy absorbed his nose from time to time. Both were with red eyes and soaked cheeks.

Finally she let out a sob breaking the silence, wiped her nose with the sleeve of her red sweatshirt and gave him a sad smile “I'm sorry, but I can't risk it”.

"Ma belle, I..." The angriness that ran through his body was still there but now Charles felt bad, bad because she was right.

She took a breath of air feeling an anxiety attack cover her body, squeezed her lips trying to swallow the sob that was on its way down her throat and looked at him with her eyes bathed in tears "Everything has gone very fast and look at us" She pointed between the two while shaking her head "Everything that could go wrong has gone wrong. We should give ourselves some time”.

And with that she turned around and, again, she ran out of there, leaving Charles trying to pick up the pieces of his broken heart from the ground.

“ELVIRA, Elvira...” The tall man's gaze moved non-stop throughout the red garage, trying to find the black and smooth hair between the sea of red shirts.

He clicked his tongue rolling his hand in the bicep of his little girl's engineer, Alexander raised his neck to look at him curiously.

"Have you seen Elvira?" He asked urgently to which the eldest smiled broadly, kneeling his index finger in the chest of the tall one, he looked at his finger frowning before turning his gaze to the man.

"I knew that there was something between you two" He also clicked his tongue shaking his head while the blond looked at him as if a second head had come out on his shoulder.

He began to question whether that man was in a good mental state to be a Formula One engineer but he ignored it, it was not the time.

"Have you seen her yes or no?"

"Ah, yes, yes" He took off his glasses and wiped them clean with the edge of his red polo shirt before pointing in the opposite direction "I think I saw her go around there”.

He sighed a thank you before starting to jog in that direction. He felt a bad feeling on his chest, he knew that something was not right as soon as he left the office of the head of the team. Had he heard wrong or had Binotto threatened Arabella? Well, technically he had threatened both of them but while he was doing it, he could see his gaze on the girl more than on the monegasque.

He moved in the direction of the cafeteria, he lightened his step when he saw the black, long and smooth hair move on one side on the fabric of the red polo shirt that covered Elvira's back. He approached her exclaiming her name, making her stand in her place and turn to look at her.

"What did Mattia say?" She asked him once he was close to her. The publicist observed him worried because although she knew Arabella for a short time, she had taken affection for her and was worried about her.

He took her by the elbow and started pulling her “Come, we have to talk somewhere where they don't hear us”.

The woman's frown furrowed as she looked at the back of the blond's head, beginning to feel anguish in her chest “It was that bad?”

He pulled her until he found a small space between garages, they both got into the small "alley" hoping that there was no one nearby to listen to them.

"Nick, can you tell me what happened?!" Elvira was already hysterical, her coworker was getting on her nerves with so much secrecy.

He raised his hands trying to calm her down "Well, okay, okay" He put both hands on his hips and took a breath “I have the slight suspicion that Binotto has threatened Arabella”.

"What?" She looked at him strangely "What do you mean, has he threatened her?".

"He was scolding them over the photo that has gone viral but his gaze was on her all the time, it was as if Charles was not present. And in the end he said something like "it can't be repeated again" and, seriously, Elvi, he just looked at her!”

"But, it doesn't have to. Arabella hasn't done anything wrong”.

"Not everyone likes a woman in Formula One, Elvira. Mattia may be one of them”

"But he has been treating her well so far”.

"Maybe he was trying to be professional until he saw the opportunity" He sighed running his hand over his face showing his frustration.

Maybe they were taking things out of context but when there was as much money involved as there was in Formula One, neither of them was surprised that the situation was true.

Both remained silent, weighing the situation and the consequences it would bring with it if it were true.

The woman with pale skin like milk bit her lower lip “Do you think she has noticed?”.

"I know she did. Arabella is an observer, of course she has noticed” He nodded, turning his head to look for something to sit on. There were a couple of boxes so he took a few steps back and sat on top of them, he really needed to sit down. He felt that his blood pressure was raising.

"And what are you going to do?".

"For the moment, try not to get her into some scandal that involves Leclerc, keep an eye on Mattia and pray that these two years will pass quickly and without any problems”.

"And when her contract with Ferrari ends?".

"Last month Toto Wolff made it very clear that he is interested in Arabella, Zak and Christian are also looking to sign her" He denied with a smile on his face, but it was not a smile of joy but one of incredibleness.

"Horner? I don't think it's a good idea for her to go to Red Bull, not when they have Verstappen”.

He nodded in agreement with her “Yes, they would belittle her as they do with Pierre but if she goes to Mercedes they would do the same, they have the five-time champion as the leading driver”.

"Valtteri doesn't seem very unhappy" She crossed her arms resting his back on the wall.

"This sucks" He let out a sigh, throwing his head back "When she was in Formula Two, everything was much easier. I miss that”.

She looked at him with empathy “But now she is in Formula One. She is going to be a star, Nick”.

"But the stars fall from the sky and I don't want her to be hurt. You've already seen what they say about her on the internet, she's just a little girl!” Unintentionally, his head revived yesterday when his was in his hotel room watching a chinese romantic comedy and suddenly his phone seemed to explode from all the notifications he was receiving. He almost started to cry when he read the things people said about Arabella.

"She is a little girl who drives a car at three hundred kilometers per hour defying death every weekend. She is a little girl who has entered in Fotmula One, something that no little girl has been able to achieve for many years” She approached him looking at him with sadness because she knew it hurt. I knew that the girl was the closest thing he had to a daughter “You know she's not just a little girl”.

"But it's been so recently that her race suit was bigger than her" An expression of melancholy crossed his face as he remembered a little Arabella fighting with her race suit so that it didn't fall off her waist.

"I know that you've known her for many years and that you see her as a daughter and that's why it hurts you that all this is happening because you know that it also hurts her, but it's her dream, isn't it?" She looked at him expectantly and after a few seconds he nodded.

He began to play with his hands, a bead bracelet, clearly made by a little girl, peeked out of the sleeve of his left arm attracting the woman's attention. It was seen that it was old because the beads were white but with pieces of colors staining them indicating that they had lost the color and the rope on which it held itself seemed to be struggling for every second of it’s life.

She was able to appreciate the letters forming a 'Nicky ♡'.

"I have shed sweat, blood and tears for that girl since I met her ten years ago" He began to play with the bracelet, an act he did every time he was nervous "And I have never asked for anything in return, only that nothing ever happened to her but now there are fifty thousand people saying dirty shit about her on twitter, her boss seems to hate her and I don't know what to do. I always know what to do but not now” The air got stuck in his chest and his voice trembled becoming hoarse “And I can't ask her because she has trouble letting people help her, now I never know what she's thinking and I know that her anxiety is not helping. And I'm afraid because I'm the one who must protect her, her parents gave me that honor and now I can't do it”.

She stroked her arm to tell him that she was there for him, she felt a tear running down her cheek "You're doing well, Nick. Just... talk to her and make it clear that you are there for her.”

The man let out a little laugh “I wish it was so easy”.

“AND Arabella Torres crosses the finish line two minutes apart from Marcos Gómez!

From ear to ear, the smile of the eleven-year-old girl couldn't be bigger. From the podium she looked at the audience and smiled even more –if it was possible– when some hands showed up in front of her and extended the trophy. Her small hands took it between tremors, she analyzed it for a few seconds before lifting it over her head. She looked at her podium teammates waiting to see their smiles but it wasn't like that, both children looked at her seriously before looking at each other sharing a look of displeasure.

Suddenly her smile no longer reached her ears.

She lowered the trophy and after the photos she got off the podium, trying to find her parents. She pulled the brilliant trophy without much desire going to where they decided that she would meet with her family after finishing the race.

"I'm sick of her" The voice of the second winner of the day filled her ears, she frowned and hid behind a wall of one of the trailers.

Listening to other people's conversations is wrong, Arabella. Her mother would have said but she couldn't help it.

"I don't understand what she is doing here" Another voice joined him "She's a girl! This is not for girls”.

"My father said that they let her win because her family is very poor”.

"In addition to the fact that she is very annoying, I hate her. She gives me a headache just for listening to her”.

"She's not even good at driving”.

"She thinks she is a big deal for being the only girl but she'll never get to anything”.

Maybe she should have thought more about what her mother told him and not let curiosity win her over. Because as they say, curiosity killed the cat but this time it killed the heart of little Arabella.

A pout began to threaten to be present on her small lips, she released the trophy and turned around ready to run away but her body crashing into a larger one prevented her from doing so.

"I'm sorry" She murmured, passing her small hand formed in a fist through her eyes, trying to wipe away the tears.

"Don't worry" The man bent down to see her better, he extended a tissue to her "You're today's champion, right?".

She frowned slightly when she heard him speak in english and let out the smallest of sighs, it's not that she was bad at english but she still didn't speak it fluently and it was a little tedious for her to have to be speaking in another language being sad.

She looked up a little, enough to see the tissue in his hands and accepted it murmuring a "Thank you" before wiping her face, once she did she looked at the man.

"Sebastian Vettel" A gasp came out of her little lips when she realized that he was the Formula One driver. She couldn't believe it, it was Sebastian Vettel!

The german laughed "Yes, that's me. What's your name?”.

"Arabella" She said and he extended his hand to her, she looked at him curiously.

"Nice too met you, Arabella” Between his gigantic hand he took hers and waved them up and down "Now, can you tell me why you were crying? Are you lost? I can help you find your parents”.

"No, no, I know where they are" The tissue moved with every gesture that the little girl made and Vettel smiled again, the girl seemed adorable with her big green eyes and dressed in her little race suit.

He had always wanted to have a daughter, he was still very young but he was sure of it and even more so after seeing little Arabella.

"Well, then?".

He regretted asking because he quickly noticed that she was uncomfortable, he squeezed his lips in a thin line waiting for the girl to say something. He opened his mouth to talk because it seemed like she wasn't going to tell him anything but he shut up when she suddenly answered.

"The other children hate me for being a girl" She shrugged, looking down at the tissue in her hands, began to play with it while a sad smile stuck in her lips "It’s okay, not always people have to like me”.

A puncture made a hole in the blond driver's chest. How is it that a little girl of nine, ten or eleven years old –he wasn’t very sure about her age– could speak like that? He grimaced by responding to himself, probably because she was already used to being rejected.

He looked at her with sympathy “That's true, not everyone will always like you and that's why you don't care. You have to ignore what they tell you or think, the only important thing here is you”.

Arabella looked at him with bright eyes and admiration coming out of every pore of her body because one of her favorite Formula One drivers was there in front of her giving her some advice. A piece of advice that she would take very serious.

"Seb, Seb!" A blond boy with blue eyes shouted the german's name as he ran towards them. Arabella looked at him cautiously, she didn't want another boy to make fun of her, much less in front of the next Formula One champion.

The older blond turned as soon as he heard the boy's voice and could swear that if he had looked in front of a mirror he could have seen a light bulb light up above his head. He smiled at the boy when he finally arrived next to them.

"Seb, dad is looking for you" He said between accelerated breaths, swallowed saliva and looked up, colliding with that of the mysterious girl who was with her father's friend. He frowned.

"Yes, I'm coming" Even without erasing his smile, he placed a hand on the boy's shoulder and brought him closer to him "I want to introduce you to someone”.

"What are you doing?" He asked in german to what Sebastian looked at him badly.

"She's Arabella" He pointed to the girl, making him to look back at her. He observed her, she was a little taller than him and his green eyes attracted more attention than his blue ones. She was in a red and blue rice suit and a trophy was lying on the ground, not far from her, he deduced that she was the champion of the race. She sent him a smile to which he replied blushing, she was beautiful.

Sebastian's smile got bigger “He is Mick and I think you are going to be great friends”.

She hid her face between her arms and squeezed her grip on her knees more, bringing them even closer to her chest if that was possible. She let out several sobs, one stronger than the previous one, almost drowning with her own tears.

She cried for herself, for her family, for the boys and cried for Charles.

She had screwed up everything and she didn't know how she was going to fix it or if she could fix it.

She regretted everything and for a moment she wanted to go back to that moment when she decided to sit for the first time in that kart that was not for her and avoid it, if she had not touched it maybe now she would be in college and would be a normal girl with normal problems or maybe she would be unemployed struggling to find something to put in her mouth, she didn't know but at that moment anything seemed better than the present.

At what point had she stopped being in a hotel room living a honeymoon moment with Charles to have broke up with him, to have been threatened by her boss to fire her and be sexualized on twitter?.

"Oh, tyttö" Little girl. She heard someone's voice bringing her back to reality, she still didn't raise her head because her body had stopped working, she didn't feel anything. "What happened to you?".

She heard a few steps and then a presence near her, she felt like some hands made her raise her head, finding Kimi Räikönnen's cold blue eyes looking at her with some concern.

She couldn't answer, when she tried to speak her lips contracted in a pout and another sob ran away for them. The blond frowned, holding her head.

"You have to breathe, tyttö” He said but he didn't get an answer. The girl in front of him really looked like a corpse. He moved her head between his hands “Eh! Tyttö, are you listening to me? Breathe with me, c’mon”.

He began to do breathing exercises trying to get the girl to follow him, his heart jumped in his chest when she began to follow him. They stayed like that for about fifteen minutes until she stopped crying and was able to keep her head high on her own.

Once he separated from her, an uncomfortable silence embraced them. The eldest looked at her “Eh...Do you want to talk about it?”.

The girl shook her head and he felt a little relieved "How did you know what to do?".

"I'm a father, tyttö." He raised the bottle of water he had left on the floor as if he were toasting and drank from it "I know how to do everything”.

She let out a small smile at the finn's attitude and began to play shyly with the zipper of her jacket. The blond looked at her curiously.

"Is this for Binotto?" Arabella raised her head looking at him surprised.

"How...?"

"I'm friends with some of the engineers. I heard them talk about the twitter thing and Binotto scolding you and Leclerc”.

She let out a moan taking her gaze to her shoes “Great, so everyone knows”.

"You should not care, you shouldn’t give a fuck" Before the expression the girl laughed covering her knuckles with the sleeve of her jacket and passing the fabric over her cheeks to wipe the tears that silently continued to fall. The blond looked at her from above “You know what? I thought you were tough, I guess I was wrong”.

"Excuse me?" She looked at him somewhat offended.

"I thought you wouldn't care so much about what they'll say" Kimi was trying to get a reaction from her and Arabella, unconsciously, she knew it but still couldn't help but feel his words.

"Well, sometimes you can't take it anymore" She shrugged, looking away from him.

"I know you can do it, but you can't yet" He pointed out "The first day I saw you, I knew you were going to be big, you know? I knew you were going to change things, that you were going to make history" He drank from the bottle of water as if nothing had happened while Arabella looked up to him with her mouth open, was this really happening or had she become unconscious thanks to the anxiety attack?.

She wanted to laugh, the situation literally seemed surreal to her.

"You have a champion's face, so don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Don’t mind them, do whatever you want. Win races, get on the podium and show everyone who you are. If they are going to hate you okay, but give them a reason to hate you: be the best” The finn spoke with passion and knew that it was because he had experienced hatred first hand. He had been in that world for many years, he had seen many friends suffer from the hatred of the public eye but none of them were like her. He knew it was different because she was a woman and very young. She had achieved what many men hadn’t been able to but, right now, before him she was only a scared little girl.

Maybe he wasn't aware of what he was saying to the girl, much less about how her skin had bristled or how something had "clicked" on her head thanks to his words. But he still continued “Make them get bored of seeing you win, I know you can do it but remember that after all not always people like you”

That phrase reminded her of an old friend.

A phone rang, causing him to separate his gaze from her. He looked for the device in his pockets and when he found it he looked at the screen. He raised his head to look at the girl, who was looking at a fixed point in front of her “I have to go. Will you be okay?”

At his question, she raised her head and Kimi could swear that there was something different in her gaze. She gave him a small smile of gratitude “Yes. Thank you, Mr. Räikkönen”.

"Call me Kimi, tyttö”.

And with that he turned around and left, leaving the girl alone again.

She licked his lips observing how the figure of the Alfa Romeo’s driver disappeared in the distance. She tested the salt of her tears on her lips and sighed before moving her hand down her leg, looking for her own phone. She took it out of the pocket and after unlocking it she went to the contact app, her eyes moved all over the screen in unison with her finger, looking for the right name. Once she did it, she pressed the call button.

She put the device in her ear and waited for it to sound “Hey, uhm. I miss you, do you think you can come to the next race?".

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formulawhore · 2 months

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A few favorites

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milaisreading · 2 months

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crossdresser! yn hears Sendou doesn’t want her and assigns him as babygirl immediately

Crossdresser!Yn: Hmmm?

Charles: Wanna go out finally?

Crossdresser!Yn: N-

Karasu: Move it. He isn't your babysitter.

Otoya: Besides, isn't it past your bedtime.

CD!Yn, seeing Charles get more upset: You two-

Yukimiya: They are right, tho!

Aryu: Besides, Yn over here doesn't want a kid as his boyfriend.

CD!Yn: Aren't we all kids here basically?-

Charles: IT'S JUST TWO YEARS!

Barou: Alright, leave him alone. He wouldn't date any of you when I exist-

Rin: You?! Why you?!

Barou: Because I can cook and clean

CD!Yn: I really do not care about that-

Isagi: I can do the same things you can. So I am a good candidate as well!

Bachira: Isagi, you backstabber!

Chigiri: I am better looking than all of you combined. So I am the clear winner.

CD!Yn moves away as they start arguing louder: You all are doing too much now...

Gagamaru: But, I am more calming to be around.

Tokimitsu: So am I!

Kunigami: You all, leave him alone. Yn would pick me anyway. I am the strongest one.

CD!Yn: Again, I really don't care.

Reo: I am the richest one here. Yn would be set for life with me

Nagi: I am a way better companion to be around, tho! We can play video games and-

Hiori: Yn can do the same with me. And I am way kinder than most of you.

CD!Yn: Kurona, Niko, please don't join in-

Kurona: But, I can be a better boyfriend than all of them combined. I will do literally whatever you want me to!

Niko: I am among the smarter people here. Brains should count more than looks, you know?

Charles: Unfair! Niko and I are the same age! Why can he say anything?!

Rin: Leave him out of this.

CD!Yn, feeling a headache coming: You all-

Sendou from the sidelines: Losers fighting over another loser. This is so stupid. What do people even see in you?

CD!Yn, turns to look at Sendou in surprise: What?

Sendou: I am just saying. Aside from your skills and height, there is nothing memorable about you. You are plain in my opinion.

CD!YN:...

CD!Yn, walks closer to Sendou: You...

Sendou, realizing he may have pissed Yn off and tried to save himself: I-I mean! I didn't mean it like that-

CD!Yn bursts into a smile as a flowery aura surrounds her: You-You think so?! That's quite refreshing to hear! We should eat dinner together!

Blue lock and Charles: WHAT?!

Sendou: Wha-

CD!Yn, takes Sendou's hand and starts dragging him towards a training room: Let's goand practice first! I have some passes I want to practice!

Sendou: I- What just happened?!

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russellsppttemplates · 3 months

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So Charles becomes a grandfather for the first time.

Cw: mentions labour

"Are you sure they don't mind us visiting?", you asked your husband, wondering if, in his eagerness, he had considered that his son and daughter in-law were in their own newborn bubble."Yes, Hervé said it was fine", Charles assured. You grabbed the food you made, ready to put in their freezer so cooking wouldn't be in their mind too much, "okay, off we go then! I have the presents for our little princess!", you cheered.

When you arrived, Hervé greeted you at the door and led you to the living room where you saw his wife and his baby girl, "Oh my goodness, hello", Charles cooed, kissing his daughter in-law's cheek before silently asking if he could hold his granddaughter, "hello, ma belle", he whispered.

You sat in the sofa next to her, asking her how she has been and letting her vent to you everything she wanted to, "is it insane that I'm ready for another one even though I had a painful labour?", she chuckled, looking at the sight of Hervé and Charles as your husband passed the gorgeous babygirl to his son's arms.

"Why do you think I had three of my own? Leclerc men look great with a baby on their arms!", you giggled, seeing Charles kiss the little girl's cheeks multiple times.

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

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duyxjpg · 1 month

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Text messages between you & your f1 besties pt. 4

Summary: Just random dialogues between you & your f1 besties + your crush. Friends in question: Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris & Max Verstappen Note: Eventually the boys will take the matters in their own hands since it hurts physically to watch you (be so chaotic). Part 4 of the non ending saga is ready ofc with more chaotic Y/N content + bonus part.

Y/N always fake flirting with Charles just to annoy him. It always works..

Lando receiving his daily dose of headache at 01:34 AM as usual nothing new really..

Gossip girls are just dirty minded. Nothing wrong with Y/N and Maxie at all?!

You believe me when I say Charles is sometimes done with Y/N? Unbelievable but true.

Y/N being Y/N

What do you mean you see someone Bob? You gotta be more specific about it!!

Nothing just Y/N flirting with her babygirl Max.

Tf you mean you don't love Y/N more than Carlos? Is that even possible?

Next target 👉🏼 Christian Horner ✔️shit happens - check

Steiner just don't know yet what he is getting himself into. Y/N is not the one to take a hint and get out of trouble. Hard to believe that Y/N is a troublemaker right?

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B o n u s :

random short insight into Y/N life with the boys:

„You are not going to do no such thing!” Y/N protested stamping her feet like a toddler, standing in the middle of the gaming hall.

“Why not? You like him, don’t you?” Charles grinned at Y/N widely. Y/N wanted to punch that smug grin off his pretty face. Y/N wanted to escape this very situation she was forced to be in, well sort of, so badly.

“Don’t grin like the cheshire cat and stop talking nonsense. How dare you?!” Y/N smacked Charles arm. Charles rubbed his arm while trying not to burst laughing. She looked around. Nervosity took over Y/Ns every single cell. Y/N could not believe that her so called friends made plans with the most handsome and perfect f1 driver on the grid at a gaming hall and did not tell her. Out of million places, the gossip girls choose violence and took her to the gaming hall. Y/N was competitive af and hated losing. The last time she went to a gaming hall Y/N had entry ban for three months.

As Y/N wanted to protest again Lando and Max did their entry. Lando was smiling from ear to ear. What a dumb man Y/N thought, trying the urge to roll her eyes. As for Max, he had his nonchalant way of looking. Casually dressed, his hands in his pockets and smiling at Y/N. What a man Y/N thought. Her "I have a crush on Max Verstappen" vibe was visible from the moon. Awkwardly greeting both of the drivers Y/N wanted to run away. She could feel the elephant in her stomach, yes elephants no butterflies, period.

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“Y/N please calm down!” Lando laughed at Y/N. Y/N was horrible at racing games and currently she was losing miserably.

“I hate you all, how is this even a fair game? Racing with f1 drivers? What a fugging joke.” Y/N protested for the 100x time in the last five passing minutes.

“Since when do you care about fair play?” Charles mocked Y/N. Since I am terribly losing Y/N thought. She pointed Charles her favourite finger.

“Remember when you cold heartedly with a total serious expression explained me the rules to that one game wrongly so you could win?” Lando questioned with a fake disappointed look in his face.

“You did not!” Max laughed out loud. Laugh again you loser Y/N thought. It sounded like music in Y/N ears. What a beautiful man Y/N thought.

“It’s not my fault, it’s your own stupidity.” Y/N shrug and showed Lando her tongue. Y/N could see from the corner of her eye that Max was smiling while shaking his head. So pretty Y/N thought.

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“I knew that Y/N would find a way to get her ass kicked out again!” Charles laughed.

“Disappointed but not surprised…” Lando added shaking his head.

“I still don’t know how she managed to punch a hole into the fucking wall!” Max questioned with a slight surprise in his voice.

"It was an "inchident." Y/N replied. Gaining a burst of laughter from Lando, a death glare from Charles and a grin from Max.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

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Writers note: I didn't want to let you wait for too long + I thought it would be fun to show short parts of Y/Ns life with the boys. What you do you think about it? Would you like it or no?

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My Girl, My Everything, My World

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Charles loved nothing more than watching on stage. Especially when your tour is lined up with a race. Even though he had to bite his lip when the guys tried flirting with you.

Requested by anon: Sorry to bother you and i dont know if you have requests but i would love to see a fic where reader is really famous and all of the drivers are fans and some of them thinks charles has a crush on her so they tease him all the to just to find out she has been dating charles for a year. Maybe they knew about the secret girlfriend but they didnt know it was her. And maybe some of the drivers tried to flirt with her or sent messeges to her trough interviews and its really awkward or cute after they find out

Requested by anon: Would you be interested in writing a jealousy themed fic like an interviewer is ignoring the reader and flirting with charles or maybe a fan doing this and reader gets idk possesive? But not toxic or maybe she gets sad Orrr it could be the reader who the stranger flirts with and charles gets emotional?? Mad? Sad?

A/N: here’s hoping for P1 this weekend in Monza 🏎❤️ google translate has been used

If someone could describe your mood right now it would be like a child on Christmas Eve. You couldn’t sit still and it wasn’t due to the coffee you were sipping. It was all to do with the fact your tour schedule lined up perfectly with the Italian Grand Prix meaning after a month of being on the road you would finally get to see your boyfriend.

As your driver pulled up to the track, butterflies danced in your stomach, you were so close to seeing Charles. Pulling your phone out you scrolled through your contacts until you landed on his name, hitting call and pulling the phone to your ear.

Within a couple of rings he picked up and from the background noise you knew he was in the paddock.

“Guess what?” You grinned, staring out the window itching to get out the car.

“What’s that baby?” He hummed, his tone was playful and you could practically hear him smirking.

“We’ve just pulled up.” You giggled, holding the phone against your ear with your shoulder as you gathered all the things you needed, along with the most important, the grid passes. “It might be a while before we reach you though I have a feeling that I’m going to get surrounded.”

“Everyone loves you, that’s why.” He chuckled. “Just ignore any comments, okay.”

“I always do,” you smiled, as you climbed out of the car. Flashing the camera a bright smile and waving at the fans. “I love you.”

“I love you too, babygirl.”

Before the line went dead you heard Carlos teasing Charles, they all knew he was seeing someone but didn’t know it was you. All of the guys were trying to get him to spill but nothing could get him to tell them, not yet anyway.

Over the year you had been showing your support to Ferrari and Charles mainly so you could wear his shirts without getting questioned about it. To the world you were a normal F1 fan but only yours and Charles’ family knew the truth.

You were gaining a lot of attention as you made your way to the security point, stopping for pictures with fans and signing autographs. As much as you loved this all you wanted to was be with your boy even if it was for a couple of stolen minutes out of sight of everyone. Your schedule for tonight was extremely tight. You were hanging around for qualifying then quickly disappearing for the last checks and the meet and greet for the show tonight but it was so worth it.

Once you were finally passed security you started wandering through the paddock, the flash of red quickly gaining your attention. Slowing your pace down you hovered around the interview stand.

“What do you guys think about Y/N Y/L/N being around the paddock and races this weekend?”

“I’ve always been a big fan of her music, I’ve been there since she released her first single.” Charles beamed, it wasn’t a lie he had been around since your career started, in fact the pair of you practically grew up together.

When you were ten years old your family moved to Monaco for your dad’s work and became friends with Charles’ parents but it was only the last year that you realised you both had feelings for each other.

“It seems there has been some old pictures emerging of your and Y/N.” The reporter asked Charles and you watched his smile grow.

“We grew up together and have been friends for years.” He grinned. “It’s nice to see her success.”

“Et elle est magnifique, je vais lui demander un rendez-vous (And she is gorgeous, I'm going to ask her on a date)” Pierre smirked.

“Dans tes rêves, shes putnof ta ligue (In your dreams, she's out of your league)” Charles laughed, patting his friend on the back.

“You are just saying that because you have a massive crush on her.” Pierre teased, “he wants her all to himself.”

Even if the world couldn’t see it, you could. That hint of jealousy in his eyes as his friends and other drivers mention them wanting to date you or trying to flirt with you. It was something you were working on with him because the comments slid off your back, you only had eyes for Charles and that would never change.

Catching eyes with Charles through the crowd you flashed him a wink before your manager told you that you needed to move on. Rolling your eyes you smirked at your boyfriend who was now being teased by Pierre.

“Remind me why you are dragging me away?” You asked, sipping your iced coffee.

“Because you need to keep up appearances.” She chuckled, planting her hand on your shoulders. “We can go see lover boy soon but for now you need to show your face around all the teams pits.”

“Fine,” you huffed, it was getting to the point where keeping your relationship was getting harder and harder. Gently you ran your fingers over your wrist smiling to yourself at the new tattoo that sat proudly against your skin. Charles didn’t know that you had gotten a new tattoo let alone of the number 16. It might be something small to anyone else but to you it meant the world.

“I promise you can spend some time with him before qualifying.” She smirked.

“What have you planned?”

“I was going to keep this a surprise but I may have set up something for the tour vlogs, Charles interviewing you. No one else in the room, just the two of you but you promise you have to get some content for the channel.” She beamed, knowing how much you missed your boyfriend.

“Have I told you that you are the fucking best.” You squealed, your smile growing brighter.

“Not recently no,” she laughed, pushing you through the crowd. “Now get a move on because everything is on a tight schedule.”

The moment you walked into the Ferrari motorhome your heart started to race, the air smelt like his aftershave. Louise pushed you into a room and you swore your heart stopped, the sight of him standing there with a single sunflower made you want to cry. He looked like a fucking ray of sunshine standing there in the middle of room, the yellow standing out against the red.

“You have an hour.” Louise said, raising her brow at you. “Don’t forget to film some content.”

“Merci, j'apprécie cela (Thank you, I appreciate this)” Charles said, flashing her a smile as she left the room.

As soon as you were safely alone you ran into his arms, thank god for his quick reaction times, in the space of you running the distance of the room he placed the sunflower on the table and caught you as you jumped into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Putain tu m'as tellement manqué (I missed you so fucking much.)” you breathed nuzzling your face into his neck, relishing in the feeling of being back in his arms.

“I missed you too, babygirl.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head as he slowly placed you on the ground. His lip pressing against yours in a loving kiss before he rested his forehead against yours. “Your French is also improving. I’m impressed.”

“I’ve been driving Lou mad,” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair. “It’s all I’ve been doing on the tour bus.”

“As much as I don’t want to film anything, let’s get it out of the way quickly so we can just cuddle.” He hummed, brushing his knuckles across your cheeks.

After 15 minutes you had filmed what you thought was enough content, Charles made it look like he turned the camera off but he wanted to keep filming so he had some cute footage for the idea he had planned.

Settling yourself between his legs you snuggled back into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he littered your skin with soft kisses.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” You grinned, lifting your arm up showing him your wrist.

“Qu'est-ce que je regarde ma chérie? (What am I looking at sweetheart?)” he hummed before his voice trailed off and he wrapped his fingers around your wrist. “Is this real?”

“Yeah it’s real.” You giggled, as his fingers softly grazed the black ink on your wrist. “Our drummer wanted to stop to get a new tattoo and I thought why not.”

“God I love you so fucking much.” He breathed, nuzzling his nose into your hair, inhaling the smell of your shampoo. “It’s getting so hard not to scream it from the rooftops.”

“I know baby,” you said softly.

“I hate how everyone always flirts with you, especially the other drivers.” He sighed, his jealous side coming out. It wasn’t the first time you had to deal with this and it broke your heart at how it affected him.

“They can flirt with me all they want,” you whispered, linking your fingers with his. “But it’s your number I have permanently on my skin, you are the first person I call in the morning and the last person I call at night. You. Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc, not them. And nothing would ever change that.”

“I know I just worry.” He mumbled, causing you to adjust your position so you were facing him. “I worry that one day you will change your mind. And I don’t like how they look at you or how they flirt with you.”

“Now that will never happen.” You whispered, resting your hand on his cheek. “You are stuck with me until the end of time, I want to grow old with you and nobody else. I’ve seen the way your female fans look at you Mr,” you chuckled. “But it just makes this even more special knowing that you are mine. Tell you what, let's make a deal.” You smiled. “No matter what happens in tomorrow's race we go public, let the world know that I’m your girl. And if you win I think it will make that podium just the bit sweeter.”

“Deal.” He smiled, pulling you into a tight embrace.

The rest of the hour quickly flew by to both yours and Charles' dissatisfaction but you only had to hold out one more day and then you wouldn’t have to hide anything any more.

Charles swore his heart was going to burst with pride as he watched you on stage for the final night of your tour. He couldn’t hide his heart eyes right now but he didn’t care.

“Dude you are totally in love with her.”

“This crush is getting outta hand now.”

“Seriously it’s like he is a teenager again.”

Rolling his eyes at the comments that were being screamed around him, but he was too focused on you to respond.

“So this is a brand new single that will be released October 16th and it’s called the boy in red.” You grinned, locking eyes with Charles as you spoke into the microphone, winking at him before you strutted across the stage, picking up your acoustic guitar before you settled on the stool in the middle of the stage.

It was the first time Charles had heard this song but he recognised the melody, it was one you would play to him over FaceTime whilst you were on the road. Tears started to cloud his vision as he soaked up the lyrics, it basically told the story of the two of you, the highs, the lows, wins, losses, everything.

“He will always be my boy in red,” you sang passionately, letting your eyes flutter closed as you belted out the song. “From the first day I laid eyes on him, I knew he was something special.”

Charles watched from the crowd as you lost yourself in the song, a silent tear rolled down his cheek causing the guys to rip the shit out of him even more but he didn’t care all he cared about was spending tonight wrapped in your arms in his hotel room. Tomorrow the world would know that you were his girl and he was your boy in red.

The sun started to creep through the blinds in the hotel room, Charles was already awake and was watching you sleep peacefully on his chest. He couldn’t help himself as he snapped a picture of your arm draped around his waist with the “16” tattoo on show.

To some people it would probably be too soon for him to be thinking about popping the question but to him it was the obvious next move. He knew you were the one so why wait.

“Mmm what time is it?” You groaned, hiding your face in Charles’ chest.

It was little moments like this he cherished the most, you had never been a morning person and were so cute in your half sleep daze.

“6.45,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I will need to get up soon.”

“Can’t wait for the season to end so you don’t have to wake at the crack of dawn.” You hummed, lazily running your fingers over his skin.

“Well your tour is over so I want you here by my side for the rest of the season, I’ve missed you far too much to spend any more time apart.” He smiled, running his fingers through your hair.

“I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.” You mumbled feeling yourself drift back to sleep.

“I’ve set your alarms, so you have a couple more hours sleep.” he whispered, carefully lifting your arm off his body so he could slide out of bed. “Sleep well my angel.” He said softly, pressing a kiss against your temple. “Je t'aime”

His smile grew at your little mumble of the phase as you fell back asleep, soft snores escaping from your lips. Once again he snapped a photo before he disappeared into the bathroom to get a shower.

Whilst he was in the shower he figured out how he wanted to pop the big question, he wasn’t sure when he was going to do it but he needed to speak to your dad first. In some ways he wanted to keep tradition.

The hours flew by and before he knew it he was in the busy garage getting ready for today's race.

“So can’t believe how big your crush is on Y/N.” Carlos laughed, slapping his team mate on his back as they waited in the line for the coffee stand. “I mean what does your girl think about it? With her but have this massive crush on Y/N.”

“Urm,” Charles mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm. It was a question he was hoping would never get brought up because he had no idea how to answer it.

His lack of response was all Carlos needed, raising a brow at Charles with a smirk on his face, he didn’t push the questions which Charles was extremely happy about.

Feeling his phone buzz in his pocket he saw you had posted on your Instagram, yes he had notifications turned on your you. A proud smile appeared as he saw a collage of tour photos on your grid, quickly liking the post he clicked onto your story, flicking through the posts watching your bright smile light up his phone but it was the last post that made his heart explode. It was a simple mirror selfie of you wearing his Ferrari hoodie, all the fans knew you supported Charles mainly due to being childhood friends but it worked well because you could always steal his hoodies and t-shirts.

Race day! Let’s go ❤️🏎

Charles quickly turned his head from his phone when he heard the commotion that was happening not too far from the coffee stand.

“Y/N, what’s your predictions on the race.”

“What’s the plan now that the tour has ended?”

“Can you tell us who your latest single is about?”

“Go on a date with me.” Pierre shouted from behind Charles, making him sigh. He knew he didn’t mean any harm but he still didn’t like the way everyone tried to get with his girl.

Rolling his eyes he turned back to the barista, flashing them a smile.

“Désolé, puis-je également obtenir un café au lait glacé, avec deux doses supplémentaires et une sauce au caramel arrosée autour de la tasse et du sirop de caramel s'il vous plaît. (Sorry, can I also get an iced latte, with two extra shots and caramel sauce drizzled around the cup and caramel syrup please)” he asked softly, earning a questioning look from Carlos and Pierre. Rolling his eyes again at his friends. “Y/N coffee order.”

“Damn, this crush runs deep.” Pierre laughed. “You got it, bad man.”

“You seem to be forgetting she is my best friend, so of course I know her coffee order, it’s been the same since she was 16.” Charles laughed, turning his gaze to you.

He couldn’t wait until the end of the race, then the whole world would know you were his secret girlfriend.

“Whatever you say man.” Pierre smirked, giving Charles a fist bump before he disappeared.

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you watched the race, there had been a few too many close calls for your liking but Charles had a steady lead and he only had one lap left to go.

“Come on,” you said to yourself, keeping your eyes on the screen, not daring to blink because things could change in a split second.

You knew Charles had been having a tough time recently, many nights were spent with him venting to you over FaceTime so you knew how much this meant to him, especially here in Monza.

It was like time had come to a standstill as you stared at the monitor, but watching him out on the track doing his thing filled you with a sense of pride.

Within seconds everyone rushed over to the metal railing on the finish line, spinning on your heels you quickly joined them, recording the moment on your phone as tears rolled down your cheeks.

The sound of the commentator announcing the win sent chills down your spine.

He had fucking done it!

This was a big moment for both of you. Your legs moved on their own as you ran through the paddocks to where he would be pulling his car in, you were ready and waiting for him wanting to be the first person to be there when he got out the car.

The moment he was standing on the tarmac you locked eyes with each other, it was like it was just the two of you on the track. Sprinting towards him you leaped into his arms wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as you locked into a passionate kiss causing everyone around you to fall silent.

Pulling away resting your forehead against his with a huge grin on your face, soaking in this moment, it would be one you never forgot.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.” You whispered against his lips. “I knew you could do it.”

Before he could respond you felt yourself being crushed in the massive group hug, you and Charles in the centre of it. This weekend had just been a rollercoaster with the tour finishing, Charles winning the Italian GP and letting the world know that you were together.

Looking out into the crowd you could see the sheepish looks of a few of the drivers who always tried flirting with you. You could see the pieces click on their mind as they realised why Charles always went on the defensive side.

Somehow you managed to pull your phone out whilst still being wrapped around Charles, snapping a picture of the two of you in the middle of the Ferrari group hug and another one of you two sharing a quick kiss in the middle of the group. This would be the photo that you used on your social media accounts.

Soon enough Charles was standing on that podium, tears streaming down his face as he held the trophy up in the air. You felt your phone buzzing in your pocket but you didn’t care. In this moment all that mattered was your boy in red, well today it was yellow.

Everything went by in blur and you felt yourself being dragged through the crowd and up to the podium. The moment you were close enough to Charles he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, you couldn’t help yourself as you took the trophy from his grip looking at it in awe. Charles pulled your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans, snapping a picture of you holding the trophy in the air and quickly sent it to himself.

He wasn’t letting you from his side so he dragged you into the cool down room, your body snuggled up against his as he posted the picture on Instagram.

It’s time the world knew, that’s my girl, my everything, my world 🌎❤️ Pour toujours et toujours babygirl (Forever and always babygirl)

#Charles Leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 imagine #formula 1 #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one imagine

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into it x lando norris + part eleven

In which you really, really dislike your brothers new found best friend - Lando Norris - but you keep finding your way back to him

masterlist - playlist

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eigh part nine part ten

“There she is!” Lando screams enthusiastic above the music. You show him a smile. “The girl that always makes me happy,” Lando continues with the same enthusiasm. Your smile grows bigger. Quickly you walk closer to Lando, pressing a kiss against his cheek as greeting. You smell the alcohol on him. Maybe that is one of the causes for his enthusiasm.

The last weeks have been going great. You and Lando are dating casually. Almost all the free time the both of you have, are you spending together. It’s nice. The only thing that is missing right now for you is the official label. You are spending a lot of time waiting for Lando to make things official with you. Of course, you could ask him yourself but you like the old fashioned way in which the boy asks the girl.

“Hey babygirl,” Lando greets you again. He presses a kiss against your lips. “I have missed you,” he continues.

“It was only an hour Lan,” you say while laughing.

“The longest hour of my life,” he dramatically replies.

“With all the alcohol you consumed I guess it was a short hour,” you tell him while rolling your eyes. Lando just smiles at you.

You greet the people around Lando, including your brother. While you give Charles a hug you ask him a bit more about Lando. “How much did he drink already?” You ask. Charles is quick to answer you, “Too much.” You can’t ask further, Lando is quick to grab your waist once again to turn him into him.

“Let’s dance!” Lando tells you happily. You can’t even respond, he’s already pulling you towards the dance floor. You quickly follow him.

+++

“I don’t feel so good,” Lando sighs.

The two of you just got back at Lando his apartment. Lando is looking a bit pale and has been complaining about his headache and dizziness for the last fifteen minutes. You show him a small smile, “I guess you drank a bit too much,” you tell Lando.

“I know,” Lando confesses.

“Why did you drink so much? Normally you barely drink anything,” you ask Lando.

“It’s stupid,” Lando tells you, “Let’s just get to bed.”

A curious feeling enters your body. Now you actually want to know why Lando drank this much. You thought he was celebrating his podium from Sunday properly, but now you guess there is something else. You don’t ask further. Lando will tell you eventually. Together you walk towards his bedroom. Lando is quick to dive into his bed, you’re using a bit more time. When you have done your skin care and have changed into something comfortable - better said one of Lando his shirts, you also find your place into the bed.

Lando pulls you on to his chest. You like it. Every time the two of you sleep together, Lando has been extremely cuddly. You’re glad that he is. Nothing beats the feeling of sleeping in his arms while he’s closely pressed up against your body.

You look at Lando before pressing a small kiss against his cheek. You notice his gaze, but you can’t really place it. It looks like he is lost in his own thoughts.

“I’m trying to figure out a way to ask you,” Lando confesses after a bit of silence, “I hoped getting drunk would give me a bit more courage.”

“Ask me what?” You ask Lando.

“What do you think?” Lando replies, “To be my girlfriend of course.”

You let out a laugh. A warm feeling washes over you. “You don’t need courage for that,” you tell Lando, “As if I would ever say no to that.”

“But I wanted to do it all romantic,” Lando states.

“What’s more romantic then laying next in bed to each other while you’re drunk?” You ask him teasingly.

Lando lets out a chuckle.

“I would love to be your girlfriend,” you tell Lando.

“Let me at least ask it!” Lando replies quickly.

“It took you so long I started considering to ask you myself,” you say.

“No, don’t do that,” Lando quickly says, “I will ask you.”

“Then do it.”

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Lando asks you.

“What if I say no?” You tease him.

Lando gives you a teasing slap on your ass.

“Kidding, of course I want to be your girlfriend,” you tell Lando with a big smile.

+++

Y/N: im bored

Y/N: entertain me

Lando: come join my stream :)

Y/N: sure? Then everyone will know

Lando: Yeah as if they didn’t already figure it out after I kissed you on live television

Y/N: omw

A bit later you’re sitting on Lando his lap in his game chair. The chat is almost exploding with reactions to you. You try to read as many of them as you can, but it’s going way too quick. Still, you spot a couple of nice reactions. Or better said, almost every reaction you read is nice. People seem the love the idea of you and Lando together. It’s making you feel good.

“I want to show you something,” Lando tells you.

He opens up YouTube and quickly goes to his saved videos.

“Remember when we watched those formula one crack edits?” Lando asks. You think back about that night. The night you and Lando fell asleep on the couch together, only to end up in your bed together later that night.

“Of course,” you tell Lando.

“I asked some fans to make a edit of my moments as well,” Lando tells you. Then he starts a video. You notice the moments you talked about with Lando that night popping into the screen after each other.

Together you laugh at the edits. Sometimes Lando pauses the video to tell you and the chat more about the moment that happened. The last edit features you as well. You see an edit with a couple funny and ugly photos of Lando, a high pitched voice over asked: “How did this, get a girl like this?” The photo’s of Lando disappear and some photos from you Instagram are being showed. The edit ends with the video of you and Lando kissing after he came out of the car when he finally got his first win.

“I could show them some ugly pictures of you as well, maybe then they won’t question me,” Lando suggests while laughing.

“Don’t you dare,” you quickly reply.

+++

“After I failed to romantically asked you to be my girlfriend, I want to do this properly,” Lando tells you. You’re sitting in a restaurant together. You were just eating your dessert when Lando started to talk. You have no idea about what he is talking.

“What do you mean?” You ask Lando.

The months that you two have been together are flying by. Tonight you’re celebrating your six month anniversary.

Lando silently grabs your hand. You feel how he puts something cold into it. You don’t wait for Lando to continue to talk, you quickly take a look. In your hand is laying a key.

“Want to move in with me?” Lando asks you.

“Of course,” you answer with a smile.

a small ending chapter with a bit of fluff :) hope everyone liked this story!! i will post the next one probably today or tomorrow

#lando norris #ln4 #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris imagines #lando norris fanfiction #f1 #formula one

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