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Electric Love - CL16 x reader
mars’ notes: First off, wtaf??? i’m so so so happy that you guys liked my lando blurb that much, i was half distracted and incredibly anxious when i wrote it, so the fact that so many people like it is absolutely insane to me jnfruncr - anyways, here’s a cute little (not so little) Charles fic i had bouncing around in my head :) thank you @love-belle for listening to me ramble!! please please lmk what you think, any and all feedback is greatly appreciated <333
summary: 4 times Charles almost told you he loved you, and the one time he did.
warnings: none!! super fluffy (again)
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The first time Charles almost let those three precious words slip from his lips was during an unassuming pasta date the two of you had planned. You had gone to the grocery store earlier in the day, and had remembered the old, silver unused pasta maker that was stashed in the back of yours and Charles’ kitchen cabinet, and decided that it seemed like a good day to finally teach your boyfriend how to properly cook the Italian staple. You’d come home in a flurry of excitement, bags dangling from your arms and a bright smile on your face, stating that you were going to teach him how to cook so well that he’d rival Yuki Tsunoda, teasing that maybe that way he’d be able to get Pierre over to his house for a dinner date as well. He’d smiled, grabbed the bags from your hands and set them down on the kitchen counter, before winding his arms around you and kissing you softly, telling you that he missed you and couldn’t wait.
You were too full of excitement to wait any longer, turning on the old radio in the corner of the kitchen, the sound of an old 1950s love song filling the space whilst Charles got two glasses and a bottle of red wine from the rack in the living room. Once your glasses were full and your hands had been washed, you’d dragged him over to the kitchen counter and thrust a “kiss the cook” apron into his hands, instructing him to put it on so he wouldn’t get flour all over himself. He’d asked whether you had a matching one, to which you replied that you’d done this far too many times to spill any flour and that your outfit would be ruined with it. He’d let his eye roam your figure, taking in the sweatshirt you’d stolen from him yesterday, claiming it smelt like him, along with the cute giraffe print pyjama bottoms you adored so much; your hair clipped back messily, sleeves pulled up to your elbows, and Charles swore he’d never seen anything as beautiful.
He was elbow deep in dough before he knew it, hands sticky with egg yolk and flour, the substance sticking to his skin despite how hard he was trying to pull it off. You were standing next to him, your own ball of dough perfectly rolled and kneaded, hands free of any lingering blobs of dough. A piece of hair had fallen into your face, and you’d used your shoulder to attempt to push it back behind your ear again, huffing when it returned to block your vision. Something had just felt so right - he could imagine doing this after a hectic race weekend, coming home to you making a fresh batch of pasta to go with his favourite white sauce, love songs in the background and wine glass in hand. He thought of you standing at this very kitchen counter, flour smudged on your face as you taught a mini version of you how to knead dough, and how to use the pasta machine that he knew was going to come very close to sucking in his fingers.
“Charlie? You ok, my love? Pasta isn’t that hard to make, baby, you just need more flour.”
You’d looked over to catch him staring at you, cheeks red and eyes glazed, and it took everything in him to not spit out how much he loved you. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops, post it on every social media platform, say it over and over until your heart was beating as fast as his was. He watched as you leaned over, sprinkling more flour onto his hands, and all he could do was smile.
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The second time Charles almost confessed the inner workings of his heart was during a race weekend - Spa, to be exact. Spa was a race that was heavy with memories, good and bad. Antoine’s ghost still lingered at every corner, and the cheers of the 2019 crowd still rang in his ears during his track walk. It was a weekend that stirred up a plethora of emotions, contrasting and deep, and it weighed on him. He’d made it a point to leave flowers for his friend every year, joining Pierre alongside the track when they went to pay their respects. This would be the first time you would be by his side, at your insistence. He’d told you countless times that it was he was perfectly fine with just Pierre for company, that you didn’t have to drag yourself out there with him and get soaked, but you wouldn’t back down.
“I don’t care whether it’s storming or if people are passing out from the heat, Charles Leclerc, I’m coming with you, whether you like it or not. You’ve gone through enough on your own, and I’m not letting you do it again, not while I’m here.”
He’d stood in silence, gaping at you until your expression faltered and your hands fell from their resting place on your hips. You were halfway through stammering an apology, explaining that you just didn’t want him to be going through that alone, that you were always there for him when he surged forward and kissed you, hands cradling your face.
He was so overwhelmed in that moment, thoughts of Antoine floating through his head, a tiny voice in the back of his head telling him that it could be his turn this weekend, that he’d never get to tell you how he feels. He pulled back, thumbs brushing over your delicate cheeks, lips forming the words, when suddenly,
“Charles! You have a press conference in 5! Get a move on!”
Fred’s voice broke through the bubble, and you both jumped, startled by the shout. A weight settled in his chest, Charles desperately looking back at you, hoping that what he didn’t have a chance to say was evident in his eyes. You smiled back at him as if to say “me too”, and that was the end of that.
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The third time was during family dinner. His mother had invited the two of you, along with Arthur, Lorenzo and their respective partners, over to her cosy house in Monaco for an evening meal. You had spent the last thirty minutes stressing over whether or not you looked good enough to meet “the woman who gave birth to the prince of Monaco” and thirty minutes before that stressing over which wine to take, if any. Once a good enough Chardonnay had been chosen (a 20 year old bottle you had been gifted by your boss and had deemed too fancy to just open over a plate of pasta at home), and your hair curled and make up painted to perfection, you turned to look at Charles, smiling, shooting him a “What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” and he couldn’t help but laugh.
The drive to his mother’s house was fairly uneventful, with him humming along to a French song playing on the radio, one hand on the wheel and the other situated on your thigh, slipping in between the slit of cherry red, silk dress you had chosen for the occasion. The windows were down, the wind whipping through your hair, and you were smiling and singing along with him, a pretty picture of contentment.
You had calmed down by the time the two of you had reached the front door, confident enough to greet his mother with a hug and a kiss to the cheek, laughing when she said that you looked “absolutely amazing, chèrie”. You had bantered with his brothers, giving as good as you got, helped set the table and pick the music, and had even taken over Arthur’s babysitting duties, spending time playing dolls with his little nieces. Looking at how well you fit in with his family made Charles’ heart beat out of his chest. He felt a hand on his arm, and turned to see his Maman standing next to him, a light smile on her lips.
“She’s the one, my boy.” she said, and all Charles could do was nod in agreement, quietly saying the words,
“I think I love her, maman.”
Pascale simply smiled, and turned to walk back to the kitchen.
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He actually got through the first word and a half the fourth time. It seemed like whenever Charles actually got the opportunity to tell you he loved you, something or the other interrupted him, and this time was no exception. He never thought he would end up here, in a dingy club bathroom, wine stain on his brand new white shirt, and you standing by the sink laughing at him.
He had just won the Australian GP, Carlos coming in a close second, and Daniel stealing the third step of the podium. The season had started well for the team, and in natural Ferrari fashion, they had all gotten dressed up and found their way to the nearest club. Drinks flowed, partners were found and dragged to the dance floor, sweaty bodies pressed so close that it was hard to figure out who was who. He had been walking back from the bar, his and your drinks in hand, making his way back to his fellow drivers and you in a pretty black dress you’d picked out earlier in the day, when someone had bumped into him, wine spilling and staining his shirt. You’d turned at the noise that escaped his throat, an embarrassingly high-pitched squeal, and had kept a straight face for all of three seconds before you were laughing.
You’d taken the now empty glasses from his hands, set them down on the table and looped your arm through his, pulling him in the direction of the bathrooms.
“You know, now might not be the best time for a quickie, mon ètoile, my shirt is soaked.”
You had simply looked back at him, and told him that that was “even more reason to get that shirt off him”, your tone insinuating that you wouldn’t be doing anything of the sort. Once in the bathroom, the door locked and lights on, you’d beelined for the tissues, soaking them in a little water and soap before turning back to him with a determined look in your eyes. Instructing him to hold still, you’d taken to trying to scrub the stain out, armed with tissue that was on the verge of disintegrating. He knew the stain wasn’t going to budge, a voice that sounded like his mother’s telling him that he’d need hydrogen peroxide or vinegar at the very least, but he let you grip his shirt regardless, perching himself on the lip of the sink and pulling you closer to stand in between his legs. His eyes roved over your face, taking in the slight crease in between your eyebrows, and your teeth biting at your lower lip. There was something so endearing about the way you looked trying to rub something as stubborn as a wine stain out of his clothes that made him want to never let you go.
Tell her now, you idiot, who cares if you’re in a club bathroom, it’ll make for an interesting story to tell your kids later, he thought to himself.
“Ma chèrie?”, he waited for you to look up from his shirt before continuing, “I lo-“
“Charles! Did you manage to get that wine out yet? We’re waiting to order the next round of shots, mate, hurry up!”
The banging on the door, combined with his teammate’s voice, had interrupted him, the moment well and truly over. He grumbled to himself, something about never having a moment of peace, before looking up at you, nodding his head towards the direction of the door.
There was always next time.
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It had been a quiet moment, just you and him somewhere on the coast of Monaco, yacht rocking with the waves, peaceful. The day had started the way it usually did, the sun streaming into his eyes as you curled into his side, screwing your eyes shut in a vain effort to try and sleep a little longer. He’d kissed you, slow and soft, before whispering a hushed good morning, smiling when he got a sleepy mumble in response. He’d pushed himself up to lean against the headboard, with you whining as he jostled you, only quieting down when he pulled you back into the warmth of his arms. The two of you had stayed there for another half an hour, drifting in and out of consciousness before your stomach rumbled, effectively declaring that it was time to get out of bed and start working on breakfast. Charles knew you didn’t usually like to eat in the mornings, claiming that it made you feel slightly nauseous, but that you were an absolute sucker for a good cup of coffee and waffles, so he set out to make exactly that whilst you were in the shower.
It was not going well, to say the least. He’d even pulled up a waffle recipe on his phone, specifying to Google that he needed one that was beginner friendly. It had started out well, with him grabbing all the ingredients listed, even going so far as to grab the measuring cups you used when you baked the vanilla cookies he loved so much; and then he actually had to start putting everything together. He’d ended up cracking the first egg with far too much force, causing it to spill all over his hand, with slivers of the shell ending up in the bowl below. Once he had fished out the infuriatingly small pieces out of the egg mixture and added the milk, he got to work measuring out the flour, only to misjudge how heavy the bag was, and spilling it all over the counter and himself. He was stood stock still, face stuck in disbelief when you had walked in, freezing as you took in the scene unfolding in your kitchen.
“Oh, my love” was all you’d managed to get out, before you were making your way over to him, brushing your thumb across his cheek and saying “You’ve got a little something there.”
Once the breakfast disaster was cleaned, and you had taken over to make edible waffles, the two of you had migrated to the living room, curling up on the couch under your favourite fluffy blanket, armed with snacks to start a movie marathon. Sundays during summer break were reserved for snacking on salted caramel ice cream and brain-rotting romcoms, and it was tradition for you and Charles to bicker over which movie was put on first. Charles knew he would give in after the first minute of arguing, when you pulled out the big guns and flashed a sweet smile at him, and today was no different. He was glad it was no different.
The day had passed in a haze of kisses, sweet fruit and good wine. The weather was beautiful, wonderfully warm with a light breeze, and Charles had stated that it was the perfect night for a picnic under the stars on his yacht, ushering you in the direction of your room, telling you to get dressed. He grabbed a few more bottles of the wine you had been loving in the last couple of days, cutting up fruits and cubes of cheese for your impromptu picnic, before packing it all up into a small basket you could take with you. You’d come out of the bedroom in a white summer dress, and Charles felt his heart stop at the sight of you. You looked ethereal, like his own personal angel, and he told you as much, before gently taking hold of your hand and leading you to his car, picnic basket in hand.
You had been out on the water for an hour or so when you had leaned into Charles, your head resting on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his. He’d looked down at you and smiled, all dimples and warmth, before leaning down and kissing you softly, his lips just brushing over yours. You’d settled in and were sharing your second bottle of wine, looking up at the stars and talking about everything and nothing, the topic of your conversation ranging from who could find the most constellations to new recipes you wanted to try out the next time you had the chance. Charles was watching you ramble about a new cake recipe that you’d seen (or was it pie? He was hardly paying attention, too caught up in the way your eyes lit up and the way your cheeks flushed) when he just blurted it out.
“I love you.”
You had stopped midway through your sentence, words suddenly sticking to the inside your throat as you gazed up at him. He was looking at you with glazed eyes, the stars reflected in them, and panicking because what if you didn’t say it back? What if he had misread the situation so badly and had ended up ruining a perfectly good day because he couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself like-
“I love you too.”
And just like that, the breath was knocked out of his chest. You loved him. Him, Charles Leclerc, you loved him. He wanted to hear those words every single day, every morning when he woke up, every night before he went to sleep, every day for the rest of his life.
“Say it again”, he begged, needing to make sure you were really saying that you loved him, and this wasn’t just some sick, twisted dream, a figment of his imagination. You repeated it in hushed whisper, again and again, watching as the dimpled smile you had come to adore grew on his face, before pushing yourself up and kissing him again.
Yes, today had been the perfect day.
i like to think im not a mean person but fuck james vowels man
I see a man in racing gear and I go feral
god really poured the universe’s entire supply of maximum cutie pie babygirl energy into charles leclerc when he created him
if you look up the definition of "competitive" charles leclerc will comes up
god really poured the universe’s entire supply of maximum cutie pie babygirl energy into charles leclerc when he created him
can someone please tell me what the hell is an F1 and why these racers are all hot
Just to be clear I’m a Ferrari fan, so I really hope Charles will stay with the team for a long… loooong time. I just wish Ferrari would wake the hell up and stopped screwing him over, because he really deserves to win the title.
Also I would love to see Charles rebelling a little bit 😂… innocently of course
This is a continuation of this
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I’m like 99% sure I won’t be able to watch the race on Sunday because I have my last exam of the session on Monday 😫
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This is part 3 of my Charles Leclerc social media Au but it can also be a stand alone
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English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes
Feedback is always welcome and appreciated ❤️
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Charles Leclerc // SMAU -Part 4
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I don’t know where I’m going with this seriously. I guess I’ll see what inspiration the next races will give me
English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes
Feedback is always welcome and appreciated ❤️
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THE INVESTIGATION
Summery: They should have seen it coming… Ferrari was going to conduct an internal investigation about some of the races, even though the championship wasn’t even over yet. (This is pure fiction and it probably won’t be accurate, not even a little bit. I am no expert, everything is made up).
Warnings: this is not proofread. Poor English, not even a little bit of accuracy, not very Mattia Binotto friendly
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader
The age of the reader is not specified but in my head she just a little bit older than Charles, like 27-30 years old but that’s just in my head
You were standing there, just staring at the building, trying to breath: you knew that as soon as you were to enter the building you couldn’t be your usual self, you were going to be what was asked of you and most importantly what was needed of you.
You already knew what most of the people inside that building were going to think of you, what they were going to call you, you already knew because it was always the same: they were going to think you were a bitch, the mean lady- or pretentious little girl as some liked to call you for your young age- that was going to ruin their life. As if you were happy when your presence ended in people getting fired.
The building was towering over you in a scaring way, even scarier was thinking what your presence here meant. If you could have chosen you wouldn’t be here, your job wasn’t going to be pretty but you knew someone had to do it and who better than you.
“You’re not gonna believe this, but somehow the press knows already”- James, your assistant, said interrupting your thoughts
You kept your eyes on the building in front of you but hummed so he knew you had heard him
“But you already knew that”- he was looking at you with knowing eyes
“I did”- you said still looking at the building
“You were the one leaking the news, weren’t you?”- he asked, even if he already knew the answer to that
“Yes, it was me”
“Why? We’re gonna lose the element of surprise”- James not always understood your moves, you knew that, as you knew he wasn’t asking to undermine your decision but to understand it better
“We don’t need to surprise them, we need to put some pressure on them”- you took a deep breath and started to walk, your team behind you.
The little bit of fear, you were feeling a moment before, was already gone: you were here to do a job and you were going to nail it like you always did.
(Just to be clear this GIF doesn’t imply that the reader is white, it’s just the only one I found.)
The guard at the front of the building had been eyeing you and your team since you had arrived; you were sure he wasn’t used to new people trying to get in the building unless a tour had been scheduled for the day, and you didn’t think the man had been informed of your arrival.
You tried to wear your most reassuring smile and approached the door
“Buongiorno”- (Good Morning) the guard mirrored your smile
“Buongiorno, scusi il disturbo. È possibile entrare?”- you asked (Good morning and sorry for the trouble. Can we come in?)
“Mi dispiace signora, ma il complesso non è aperto per le visite oggi”- (I’m so sorry madame, but it’s not possible to visite the building today) you could tell the man was actually sorry for you and you sincerely smiled at him. It was always nice to meet kind people during a, what you were sure, was going to be a though day, if not weeks of work.
“Lo so, sono qui per vedere il Signor Binotto, qualcosa mi dice che mi sta aspettando”- (I know, I’m here to see Mr Binotto, I’m sure he’s waiting for me by now) the man looked a little bit startled, confirming your suspension that still very few people knew what was going to happen even if you had leaked the news. Despite his surprise, the guard didn’t hesitate to call the team principal
“Grazie, possiamo aspettare qui?” - you asked getting a positive nod from the man (Thank you, can we wait here?)
You and your team hadn’t been waiting long that Mattia Binotto appeared in the hall
“Salve”- he was smiling but you could see suspicious in his eyes: he couldn’t be sure but he knew who you were
“Hello Mr Binotto, I’m Y/n Y/l/n. I’m sure you have been informed of my arrival”- you said smiling at the man.
“Yeah I was informed this morning”
“Good, so without further ado, I would like to start today by looking at the cars and at the reports of the races you have run until now this year. I’m gonna need to talk with some of your employees, of course I don’t think I’ll be able to do all today but- “ you weren’t looking at the man while talking, too taken by the schedule you had made for yourself and your time on your iPad, so you hadn’t seen the look Binotto was giving you, but you heard the harsh tone with which he stopped your speach
“I don’t know who you think you are but you can’t come here and…”- you were usually a polite person and you didn’t like interrupting people, but you had learned long ago that with some people if you let them squished you once they were gonna do it again and again.
You knew you and Binotto were playing a game to see who had the upper hand right now and you almost wanted to laugh at the man for thinking even for a second you were going to “bow” to him.
“Let me stop you right there dear, I don’t care what you think Mr Binotto. I’m here to do a job and I’m gonna do it with or without your help, but let me give you a piece of advice : when I write my final report you’re gonna want me to say that the team principal was very accommodating and provided all the help we needed during our investigation. Because at the end of this investigation, if my report is not gonna be very positive, it’s possible that some head are gonna fall”- yeah you could be over the top sometimes, but you needed this man to understand the seriousness of the situation and you weren’t sure he had yet.
“Are you threatening ing me? Do you think you’re the first person trying to come for my job?”- Binotto said
“Don’t make me laugh, I don’t want your job or anyone else’s. I love my job, I’m good at it and I love Ferrari, that’s why I was sent here. And just to make myself clear, I’m not threatening you not anyone else. If everyone has done his job as they should have, you have nothing to fear from me; but if something doesn’t add up I’m gonna find out, and I’m gonna vividly recommend to fire who is not performing well and can I tell you a little secret, I have found out that usually when you cut the problem at the top , you have more chance to fix it and progress from there. Now are you gonna show me what I need or do I have to find it for myself?”
“This way, but I’m gonna ask for you to be the only one in the room, there are some confidential information”-Binotto said
“Of course me and my team are gonna be very discreet about it”- you smiled
“Your team? Absolutely not”
“I’m tired already”- you whispered and you could hear your team softly laughing at you- “I’m a very smart woman, but I’m not such a know-all to think I can correctly evaluate everything without my strategist, my engineer, my mechanic and go on. “
“If you need any information you can count on my team to help you, if something is not clear to you”- he was still defying you, but you weren’t scared a minute before and you weren’t going to start now. The little fear you had once felt, disappeared as soon as you entered the building.
“Yeah I’m sure your team would be so eager to show me any possible mistakes. You can whine as much as you want, but I have full access to every inch of this establishment and everything it contain, nothing can go out until my investigation is over, just to be clear . My team has the same access as me and that’s that. If you’re not happy about it, you can complain with your CEO since he’s the one who sent me here. Now I’m done with waisting my time.” - you stopped looking at Binotto all together. You had tried to be nice but you weren’t going to waste any more of your time- “Signor Giovanni vero?”- you said moving your attention to the guard at the front (Mister Giovanni right?)
“Si signora” (yes madam)
“Signor Giovanni, da questo momento fino a quando non sarò io a dirle differentemente, nessun documento può uscire da questo edificio senza la mia autorizzazione. Quindi dovrò chiederle di controllare qualsiasi borsa, qualsiasi zaino, qualsiasi busta in uscita e in ingresso. Se le sto chiedendo troppo, non esiti a farmelo presente e le affiancheremo qualcuno per aiutarla fino a quando non toglierò il disturbo”- (Mr Giovanni, from now on and since I tell you otherwise nothing, not even a blank piece of paper, can leave or enter this building without my authorization. So I’m gonna need you to check every purse, every backpack everything that goes out or in the building.If I’m asking too much of you, please let me know and I’ll be sure to find someone to help you until my job here is done)- you smiled trying to be as reassuring as possible, you weren’t here to make friends but you could try not to make too many enemies at least, beside Mattia Binotto of course. You could feel his eyes burning holes in your head and you almost smirked at him, you didn’t necessarily want to antagonize him but man, did he need to be put in his place.
“Certamente signora, farò quello che chiede”- Giovanni said (of course madam, I’ll do as you ask)
“Oh no, non mi chiami signora la prego o mi farà sentire vecchia. La ringrazio per la sua gentilezza Signor Giovanni, le lascio il numero del mio assistente, non esiti a chiamare per qualsiasi motivo, meglio una domanda in più che una in meno.” (Don’t call me Madam please or I’m gonna feel too old. I really appreciate your kindness Mr Giovanni, I’m gonna leave you my assistant’s number, please call him if you have any questions or need any help)
You smiled once again at the man before looking at your team again
“James please be sure to explain to Mr Giovanni what we need from him and if needed stay with him as long as necessary. Now we are gonna…-“ you stopped to look at the front once again when you felt eyes on you. There at the entrance , there were none other than Carlo Sainz and Charles Leclerc, the Ferrari drivers
“Hello Mr Leclerc, Mr Sainz”- you smiled at the drivers, trying to control your inner fangirl. -“It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Y/n Y/l/n, I’m gonna try my best not to interfere too much with your work, the last think we want is for the drivers to lose their focus. I’m here to make sure you have all the elements to succeed. This being said, I’m gonna leave you to your day, I’m sure we’ll have the time to talk. Have a good day”- You looked one last time at the drivers: Carlos was faintly smiling, it was clear he was unsure how to behave himself but he didn’t want to be rude, if you had to bet he had read the news of the investigation. Your eyes met the other driver’s eyes Charles, and you felt your heartbeat skipping a second, you could almost lose yourself in the green of his eyes.
You looked at his lips and damn it if they didn’t look enticing, you really wanted to know how they felt like, you could only hope he knew how to use those sinful lips, it would be such a shame otherwise.
A smirk appeared on his face and that was enough to clear your mind and let you focus on the task at hand once again.
You took a breath and turned around, you couldn’t lose your focus, even though…. Nope, not going there.
You nodded at your team and started walking like you were the owner of the room like your mother had thought you.
“Let’s go guys , we have work to do”- you looked at Mattia Binotto once again before leaving the room… it was going to be a tough job and you were pretty sure the principal had no intention of helping you.
And as though you didn’t have enough problems already, you needed to make sure to have as little interaction as possible with Charles Leclerc.
I’m just gonna dump this here and run 😂
I don’t know what this is really
English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes
Feedback is always welcome and appreciated 😊
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WIN IT ALL
Summery: You’re Christian Horner’s daughter and the new Ferrari driver... well isn’t that ironic?
Pairing: Charls Leclerc x reader
Warnings: the relationship between Charles and the reader is not the focus. I dont think I’ll write more of this but if I was/will that was where I would aim. Also this story is not that Christian Horner friendly but it’s a fiction guys so NO HATE.
THIS IS NOT PROOF READ AND ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES
You took a deep breath knowing it was imperative for you to stay calm. They weren’t even looking at you yet but you could already feel their eyes on you, scrutinizing you, trying to find any sign of nerve, trying to uncover any weakness of yours so they could exploit it against you.
You almost wanted to turn around and run, leave the room, leave the state even, you wanted to go back to your apartment so you could hide under your comforter and never see them again, so that they could never again look at you like you were some little prey they were ready to destroy.
But you knew you couldn’t, not only becasue you would prove them right, but most of all, if you decided to leave and give up, you would disappoint yourself, you would give up your dream and you had fight too much for it, you had given your all since you were a little girl and you had no intetion to quit.
“Only the weaker quit Y/n”... that’s what your father had always told you and, even though he hadn’t taught you much, that had stuck with you.
So no, you weren’t going to stand up and leave the room, you weren’t going to give up, you weren’t going to give them the satisfaction to say that ‘this wasn’t a woman place after all’. No you had always been strong and you were going to be even stronger now, stronger than their prejudice.
Sure it would be nice to look up and see proud eyes, see someone that had always believed in you but you knew no one was going to be there.
An hand on your arm brought you back from your thoughts, and even if you didn’t need to look to know who it was, it was always nice to look into his eyes, they were comforting in a way you didn’t think your team-mate’s eyes were going to be.
“They are waiting for us, are you ready?”- Charles asked, smiling at you... Uhh his smile, it was even worse... ok better... than his eyes.
“Yap. as I’ll ever be”- you tried to smile but you knew it didn’t reach your eyes.
Charles knew that you were nervous even though you didn’t want to show it, it was your first conference after all, even though you had raced most of your life it was your first time in a formula one conference. Charles didn’t know all your story, no one did, you didn’t like to talk about it: you didn’t want people to pity you and at the same time you knew that, even with your problem, you had been lucky: you had always had a plate of food in front of you, a beautiful and comfortable house, your parents had given you the best educations. They hadn’t been always supportive of your choices but at the end of the day you were lucky and you knew it.
you took a deep breath and tried to prepare yourself: they were going to ask uncomfortable questions and you had promised yourself that you were going to answer to all of them without even a peep otherwise you knew they would say you didn’t want to answer because you were a woman, that you were easily hurt and irritable. Your team had tried to shield you from it for as long as they could, they had put off the news that you were going to drive for them for long as possible, but now was the time.
“Welcome to next year Ferrari drivers Charles Leclerc and Y/n Horner. So we’ll start with Y/n first if that’s ok?”- the journalist said and both you and Charles nodded.
“Well first of all I think congratulation are in order”- the journalist said
“Thank you, I’m very honored to be here, very happy that Ferrari believed in me and decided to make me part of the team”- you smiled
“I have to say that the news came at the very last moment, other drivers were taken into account for Carlos’ seat, why do you think Ferarri decided for you and not someone else, in the end?”- he asked and you really wanted to laugh in his face. It wasn’t the question per se, it was what he wasn’t openly asking but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction
“I think you should ask that question to Mattia, the team principal, but I’ll say that they decided how they and all the other teams have always done: they select their candidates and then decide which one is best for the team, which one can help the team win”- you saw Charles smiling with the corner of your eye. he had that smirk that always made you feel hot, that smirk that said I know what you are doing… and he probably did: you hadn’t wanted to say ‘They chose me because I was the best’ but that was the meaning of your answer and you both knew that.
“So you’ll help your team win this year?”- he asked
“That’s the plan”- you shrugged, what a stupid question.
“So why Ferrari? How come aren’t you driving for RedBull? I mean it’s not a secret you are the daugher of Christian Horner”- you could see Charles was looking at you side way to make sure you were ok even though the questions were becoming more personal, but you gently nudge his foot with yours trying to convey you were ok.
“Ferrari is an amazing team, it’s well know they have had some bad years but they’ve come back on top in the last year, they’re still working on it and I can only be honored they believed in me. And frankly I’ve never been approach by RedBull”
“why not? I mean wouldn’t have been easier for you to drive for your father’s team?”- and this time you laughed for real.
“Seriously? We both know that it would have probably been harder for me, and if that had happened, now you would be asking me if I had had the spot only because I am my father’s daughter”- you could see no one was expecting such honesty from you, but you didn’t care
“So this is why you weren’t approached by RedBull? your father didn’t want to make things more difficult for you?”- it was clear that the interviewer was like a dog with a bone and he wasn’t going to stop until nothing was left
“Not at all, we all know that Christian Horner, as team principal, only care about what’s best for the team, as he should. So if he had thought I was the best choice for the team he wouldn’t have care what was going to be easier or harder for me”- whisper were filling the room but you still hold your head high
“Does your father think you deserve this seat in formula one?”
You could see Charles was ready to stand up for you but you stopped him once again. it was nice of him, it really was, it only proved how nice of a person he was, and that he cared about you but the last thing you needed was to show that you needed a man to protect you.
“I don’t know what my father think, you should ask him that. But you know, you can always tell me if he answers”- you smiled knowing that you hadn’t fallen into the interviewer trap. You answer was diplomatic and put your father in the corner and not you. You had been honest since the beginning of the conference so they would have never guessed you had lied at the last question because you perfectly knew what your father thought .
When you were young and had asked your father if you could race in the go-cart he hadn’t even needed to think about it and he had told you ‘yes’, he had always told you were going to be a F1 driver, the first woman in F1 in years and you had seen the pride in his eyes when he had said that. He had supported you for years until he had seen that there were kid of your same age more talented than you and he was right, you knew he was. You had seen his excitement fade away year after year, until the talk about you changing path, changing your dream had started. But you had always been a stubborn person and while your father’s belief in you subsided, your desire to chase your dream and prove everyone wrong only had grown stronger. Since then your relationship with your father had become stranded: he still had come to most of your races, when he had time, but most of the time his eyes weren’t on you but on the other kids, the more talented ones, the one he was eyeing for his team already, the one who was going to become his golden child.
You had started working harder than anyone then, just to see that look of pride on your father eyes again but it never came; and when he had decided to stop paying to help your career, you had found a job that helped you pay everything for yourself and tried your best to find your own sponsors. Your mother had helped you a little, you didn’t know if she had actually believed in your dream, but what you knew for sure was that she wanted to keep the peace in the family, and in particulat between you and your father. That was why you had moved out of the house as soon as you had been 18.
Your career in F3 and F2 hadn’t been the easiest, you had had your ups and downs, racing against your father’s future golden child for years had made things harder, but you had done it and in the end you had done it alone.
So yeah you knew what your father thought but you weren’t going to give anyone more ammos against you.
you almost didn’t noticed that the interview had come to an end, Charles’s questions had been more intersting than yours but they had tried a few shot with him too.
“Are you ok?”- Charles asked once you were alone
“I’m fine”- you shrugged
“They shouldn’t have asked those questions, in particulare the one about your father, it wasn’t fair”
“Life is not always fair, but it will be worst once my father answer”- you could feel your eyes burning with tears but you tried to stay strong
“He’s proud of you, I mean he has to be, how could he not? you are amazing”
“He is not”
“Y/n”- he wanted to comfort you, you knew that but you also knew better
“Believe me he isn’t ”
“Well fuck him...”- and you laghed... and laughed and for the first time since the day had started it was an honest laugh
“FUCK CHRISTIAN HORNER!”- Charles screamed making you laugh even harder
“Oh my god, stop before someone hears you”- you could see he was going to scream again just to see you laugh longer, so you covered his lips with your hand, the last thing you wanted was for Charles to get into trouble because of you.
Charles moved your hand from his lips, gently squeezing it
“i mean it fuck him and everyone else who doesn’t belive you earned your place here. We are gonna prove them wrong, we’re gonna win all, ok y/n? We’re gonna win the world constructor championship, and one of us is gonna be the world champion. We are gonna take it all ok?” Charles said, his hands still holding yours
“We are gonna take it all”- you smiled at him until a splash of blu came into your line of sight: your father had just entered the room. You look at him for a second, still waiting, hoping for something from him but when nothing came, you turn around and with Charles went back to Ferrari hospitality
FUCK HIM! YOU WERE GONNA WIN IT ALL
Masterlist
Levitating
Summery: You are Charles’ celebrity crush... or are you?
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader. (This has nothing to do with my Smau series… it’s just a one shot I couldn’t stop thinking about)
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itsMeYn ...LEVITATING... OUT... NOW!
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YnMyQueen I’m obsessed already... obsessed
iloveyn Oh my god! yes!
yourbestfriend Finally bitch!
itsMeYn shut it
yourmom So proud of you honey
ItsMeYn ❤️
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vogue Your new album is out today, what has inspired you to write it?
Y/n Y/sn speaks to Vogue about her new album, how she come to write it and new love.
“The last couple of years have been complicated but a full ones too: full of emotions, new experiences and happy memories. This album is a complex one because for me it’s about moving on, finding love when you weren’t expecting it and where you weren’t expecting. But all I want is for people to want to dance and have fun whenever they listen to it at the same time”
Levitating has just been certified with Platinum, what are your favorite lines of the song, if we can ask?
"-If you wanna run away with me, I know a galaxy, And i can take you for a ride.-
yeah I really like the beginning"
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Y/nfan Oh my god, my baby is in love....
Ynmyquenn I’m so happy for her after her last break up... she deserves it
iloveYn do we know who is she dating?
YnmyQueen she did’nt say, I only hope whoever it is treat her like the queen she is
Yourbestfriend well look at this beautiful baby
ItsMeYn look who is talking
Charles.leclerc.fanclub
Interviewer to Charles: “Who is your celebrity crush?”
Carlos (before Charles can answer): “He can not say it, he has a girlfriend”
Charles: “No I don’t”
Interviewer: “So you have to answer”
Charles: “Mh… Y/n Y/sn”
So this happened and I’m so confused… is he in a relationship? Is he not in a relationship?
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Yn.leclerc So yeah... it's just been one minute but I'm ready to die for this ship already
YnMyQueen He is cute, but I'm sorry to say Y/n is in a relationship
Yn.leclerc Nooooo really... my poor boy, with whom? YnMyQueen We don't know yet, but some of the songs of her new album are about her new relationship Yn.leclerc So you're telling me, my ship is dead already? well one can always dream
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ItsMeYn Is this enough red? I don't know... @scuderiaferrari what do you think?
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scuderiaferrari It's a good start. We're gonna cover you in ferrari merch soon
Yn.leclerc Look at our boy supporting his crush in red. @charles_leclerc we can see your likes
ilpredestinato She is a ferrari guest at this week gp just saying yn.leclerc Are you telling me they are gonna meet? Hell yes. This ship is ready to sail evelyn.leclerc This ship is not sailing... she is just an attention sicker YnMyQueen What are you even doing in her comments if you only want to bring hate
Spotted Spotted Y/n having fun with some friends
There are no responses to the current rumors about a relantionship between @itsMeYn and @charles_leclerc. What do you guys think?
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YnmyQueen why can’t you guys leave her alone? She deserves some privacy
IloveYn My friend met her and she was so nice... I can't be sure but my friend noticed a new tatoo under her ribcage, it seemed like a moon and a sort of number or a writing. she couldn't see it whole
Yn.Leclerc Imagine if it is Charles’ number… “you, moonlight, you are my starlight”
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charles_leclerc I could spend all my days listening to you sing
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danielricciardo Mate.. that was fun @itsmeYn thank you for having us
itsMeYn You guys can come whenever you want, you know it IloveYn Y/n giving all times free tickets to all F1 drivers is a mood 😂
Yn.leclerc Oh my god, he was at her concert
formula.one.fan Not only him, like half the grid was there. They all were seen backstage speaking with Y/n after the concert charles.leclerc.fanclub I saw Pierre's stories, they seemed to have a lot of fun
Yn.leclerc I just don't understand if this is Charles confirming the rumors or just crushing hard.
YnmyQueen Who cares... let them be
ILoveYn I don't know, but what I can tell you is that, I was at the concert and I saw Charles covering Pierre's eyes everytime Y/n got closer to them. In particular when she was singing Pretty please 😂 PierreGasly That was uncalled for @charles_leclerc, I'm a good boy
ItsMeYn ❤️
yn.leclerc Y/n singing "Love Again" while looking at Charles, you can tell me what you want but they are together and they are super cute
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ItsMeYn Always present even when you are away... Love you baby @charles_leclerc
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Charles_leclerc ❤️
Scuderiaferrari Happy birthday
YnMyqueen Happy birthday queen
Yn.leclerc The confirmation we were waiting for... I'm happy now, happy birthday
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ItsMeYn Post concert fun
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Charles_leclerc @yourbestfriend why are you touching my girlfriend's boobs?
Yourbestfriend She has amazing boobs Charles_leclerc I know that, but it doesn't answer my question Yourbestfriend Hey I was here before you, @itsMeYn control your boyfriend ItsmeYn I can't leave you two alone... not even for a second PierreGasly Does this mean that all your friend can touch your boobs or is just a @yourbestfriend thing? Asking for a friend Charles_leclerc @pierregasly you are an idiot ItsMeYn @PierreGasly 😂😂 it's mostly a charles' thing only, @yourbestfriend just like to rile him up Charles_leclerc I knew it Yourbestfriend @charles_leclerc you make it so easy 😂
Your story
English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes
What are we gonna do after this weekend race 😭
FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED 😘
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Charles Leclerc Smau- Part 5
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your insta story (it’s a video guys)
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The post mentioned in the tweet ⬇️
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Taglist: @buendiabebeta @whathesaids @idkiwantchocolatee
Charles Leclerc- Smau Final Part
I’m not that proud of this end… but I didn’t have any other ideas so here it is anyway
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Charles Leclerc Smau taglist: @buendiabebeta @whathesaids @idkiwantchocolatee
Pole King (blurb)
A little blurb as second part since someone asked (also this is me avoiding studying for my exam and working on the WIP I promised myself to focus on)
Here's the link to the first part
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ilpredestinato Just found this old video of @ItsmeYn of when she wasn't dating Charles yet
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evelyn.leclerc "Going old money, WAG even though I'm neither of those things"... and then 😂
↪️ItsmeYn Yep i manifested and here I am now an all accredited member of the WAG club
charles.leclerc.fanclub I may be wrong but I think that's when they met
↪️ItsmeYn It was and I've been obsessed with him ever since 😁 ↪️charles.leclerc.fanclub Oh my god hi... ↪️ItsmeYn Hi sweetie
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ItsmeYn My first family heirloom 🏎️...
P.S. @chanelofficial how cool would it be if there was a version of this shirt with the number 16 on a beautiful red car?! just putting it out there
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charles.leclerc.fanclub You know when you need a family heirloom? when you are starting a family
charles_in_red If you and @charleslecerc got married DROP THE PICTURES (respectfully asking of course)
↪️ilpredestinato DROP THE PICTURES ↪️sharlecrer drop the pictures ↪️passionerossa Drop the pictures
charles_in_red I don't want to interrupt the all "drop the pictures" thing but can we also talk about her asking motherfucking chanel to make the same shirt with Charles number?! 😂
gigi_leclerc if you got married DROP THE PICTURES
charles_as_memes drop the pictures... drop the pictures... drop the pictures
leclerc.wife ma'am can you drop the pictures please? thank you very much
ItsmeYn Oh my god... what is happening in this comment section?! @charles_leclerc control your fan! 😂
↪️gigi_leclerc guys she noticed... don't give up now ↪️ItsmeYn Oh my god... you guys are evil ↪️Pierregasly✓ I don't know which pictures we are talking about but... DROP THE PICTURES ↪️Piarlesstan ahaha pierre is one of us ↪️itsmeYn not you too @pierregasly
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ItsmeYN Let's hear it Tifosi... (and don't start with the drop the pictures thingy)
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charles_leclerc✓ Beautiful ❤️
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ItsmeYN When you don't have a boyfriend anymore so you get a puppy
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charles_in_red wait what? this isn't what I was waiting for
↪️charles_leclerc_fanclub we were here asking for wedding pictures and they broke up? NOOOO ↪️gigi_leclerc I feel bad
yourbestfriend Are you ok? I'm calling you!
↪️evelyn the fact that even her friends are worried 😭
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ItsmeYn I dropped the picture as asked
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gigi_leclerc I'm crying... this can't be the end
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ItsMeYn When you don't have a boyfriend anymore.... but you have an husband who let you have all the doggos you want
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charles_leclerc✓ I said yes to the ONE dog
↪️ItsmeYn sure you did honey ↪️charle_leclerc✓ Yn! ↪️ItsmeYn LOVE YOU
charles_leclerc✓ also... best day of my life
charles_leclerc_fanclub She trolled us so bad
charles_in_red She didn't want to let us win easily... was it worth? yes sir
yourbestfriend I was seriously scared you had gotten mad the other day with that post... you should have worned me
pierregasly✓ I gotta say you know how to throw a party Yn Leclerc...
↪️Piarlestan So gotta ask... were you the best-man? ↪️pierregasly✓ Actually I wasn't and I'm still offended by that... didn't we have an deal @itsmeYn ↪️ItsmeYn Sorry the leclerc bothers love each other too much🤷♀️. ↪️ilpredestinato "the Leclerc bothers".. it sounds like a boy band ↪️itsmeYn A boy band I would probably obsessed over 😁😏
↪️Pierregasly✓ me too ↪️ilpredestinato Oh my god... @pierregasly @itsmeYn you are so real for this
lewishamilton✓ It was a beautiful day, thank you for letting me be a part of it
↪️itsmeYn thank you Sir Lewis for coming
olliebearman✓ It was such an amazing day and Yn you looked stunning
↪️itsmeYN Thank you Ollie... and here I thought you found my cousin more good looking than me ↪️F1obsessed ahahaha itsmeYn exposing Ollie's new crush ↪️F1gossip when you can't get the first one you wanted... stay in the family and try again
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