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[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

I’ve never requested anything before so sorry if this doesn’t make any sense but like lando is at the gym or just out of the house and while hes away we start streaming on his account blah blah we play something and we he comes home he doesnt know your streaming and he comes up to us and wraps his hand round our neck to kiss us and everyone freaks out and we’re shocked (do anthing from this point) thank you so much if you take this request totally okay if you dont

Such Public Affection - LN

Lando having stuff to do with Quadrant, he does sometimes tell y/n she cane come because he is so easily distracted by her and it works against the productivity.

She takes it as a compliment of her effect on him and just finds other things to do. Though her physical distance isn't enough to stop him calling her every other hour to check in and messaging her between that. The man is clingy to say the least, but she'd never claim to be mad about it.

"Alright, everyone...so I finally figured out how to go live on Lando's set up. I've literally never done this before but I have played on Lando's set up before even though he prefers to be here incase I break something...which has happened before. He does actually let me use all this...stuff, it's just sometimes I don't know what I'm doing. Umm...so let's play something. What should I play chat?" Y/n asks as she flicks between the choice of the games. "I'm thinking...sims. I love sims. I've got a family on here. Lando and I have 17 kids, 12 cats and 4 dogs. Also like 5 ponds of fish."

She ends up spending two hours showing everyone the excessively large Sim family. Telling everyone about the children, pets and showing how she likes to use cheats for extra money and become impossibly rich.

"See...I think we need another room, but like I don't know where-I'll just build a whole new floor." Y/n beams, bright as she nods going ahead with her idea.

Now y/n hasn't actually been thinking to read the chat, because she covered it with a Spotify tab after deciding it was too quiet and she needed music for it.

So she doesn't hear her boyfriend's return and when he walks in, he doesn't assume she's live-streaming. Because she doesn't know how to live stream and there's no chat or evidence to suggest she is.

He moves up behind her snaking his hand around to take a hold of her neck and force her head to tilt back, silencing her with a long, fairly hot kiss that she for certain was not expecting in the slightest. But with a gently squeeze of her throat, he rubs his thumb over her drumming pulse point.

"Hello baby. How's the kids?" Lando jokes while she looks at him still looking shocked and almost apologetic. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm live." Y/n whispers as if it's going to rewind him from being so shamelessly affectionate towards his girlfriend.

"You're live?" Lando frowns making her nod and laugh nervously before clicking to bring the chat that has frozen in the frenzy of too many people trying to comment too quickly.

Lando suddenly turns clicking a few things and turning back to her.

"You're not anymore." He states simply since it's not something he wants to deal with today. "Come on, time to smother you in cuddles and just relax. That photoshoot for the new Quadrant line was tiring."

"But-"

"We can deal with it later." Lando assures her then bending down and picking her up, hiking her legs up around his waist before carrying her to the bedroom and lying down on the bed with her underneath it him.

"Sorry."

"Don't, y/n. I kissed you and you didn't see it coming. I'm sure all the assholes who chase after you are going to say I don't treat you right, but I don't care." Lando grumbles feeling her run her hands back through his hair.

"You treat me very well and we both know it. That's why you put your hand around my neck." Y/n laughs lightly before sighing and reaching for her phone from her pocket. "Oh wow, family and friends are sending me messages about it-oh and people are suspecting you're dismembering my body because you looked super pissed off when you ended the stream."

"Oh yeah, a fit of rage." Lando hums sarcastically while she grins at him and he turns his head to look up at her. "Did you have fun playing sims?"

"Yeah, we had two more babies."

"Wow, 19 kids? Maybe we should finally get to work on making that happen."

"You're hilarious. Actually so funny." Y/n comments with a snort gently pushing his head to the side.

"Mmm...maybe 19 is too many, they make tv shows." Lando nods while she mirrors his actions in agreement. "You looked like you were about to cry after I kissed you. I thought you were upset about it."

"No. I just knew it had been captured for like a few thousand people and you like keeping the kisses away from public eyes." Y/n sighs making him frown.

"Because people make such a big deal about it." Lando frowns then smiling lightly. "I like having you to myself."

"I know you do, that's why I felt bad. Because you didn't even know."

"It's fine." Lando dismisses then shoving himself up her body and catching her in another kiss and in a quick move, he rolls them over so she's on top of him. "I love you."

"I love you too. A lot...which is why the sim versions of us always have unprotected sex and a boat load of kids. One more and we could have enough till fill every seat in the F1 grid." Y/n gasps in excitement. "We'll get them go karts!"

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Little Do They Know - LN

Summary: Lando and y/n are in a secret relationship, but he makes no secret of his obsession and the world is just begging for y/n to notice and do something about it (that something being to date the man at the very least)

Sidenote: petition to bring back the white fireproofs from below? I never been a white fireproof girlie but the Alpinestars design and the black collar...it better than the normal bland white fireproofs we seen in the past.

F2 champ 2023/McLaren Reserve!reader

No part 2 requests please

When McLaren announced they were taking on F2 champion as their reserve driver, it only surprised everyone because y/n is a woman and the idea of there being a woman on the grid if one of the McLaren drivers was unable to drive has somewhat shook the F1 world.

It's unlikely, rarely do drivers ever sit out of a race unless hospitalised. Mainly because losing that many points in the standings is not worth the loss overall.

"I like these fireproofs." Y/n comments as she appears from the unit, joining Lando and Oscar.

"You look beautiful in them." Lando smiles taking her hand and raising it to make her do a spin. "You are so pretty."

Oscar has already moved away because despite y/n being the third driver, he is always the third wheel.

"You scared Oscar away again." Y/n sighs before her name is called by one of the comms team. "I gotta go. Have fun actually being in the car."

Lando winks at her withholding the urge to kiss her goodbye as she walks over to the comms girl, Ally. Usually there's not much interest in a reserve driver but usually a reserve driver isn't so focused on but her gender does make her someone they want to talk to.

"So how is the team feeling about the first race?" The reporter asks making Lando puff out a breath.

"Great. Oscar and I are great. We have y/n who is the most amazing reserve driver. Does the sim runs, testing, she is the greatest addition to the team and actually I think she's the best person in the team. Always has a laugh, super cuddly, the smartest person technically I've met to join the team. No offence to Carlos, Daniel or Oscar."

"That's some very big feelings for y/n. I'm sure it feels nice for her to learn all of that." The reporter smiles making Lando shrug with a grin.

"She's amazing to me. I can't talk about her enough. Guess I'm her number one fan and I'm not sorry for it." Lando states continuing to praise her.

It's only in his next interview that he's actually asked about her, although as proven he doesn't have to be to feel the need to talk about y/n.

"So how are you feeling about y/n?"

"She's my new favourite person. From my side of the friendship, she's easily my best friend."

"Oscar has to be hurt."

"No. He's got other friends. I just force y/n to be my friend and keep her away from the other drivers. Wouldn't want them tainting her." Lando jokes not even caring how he sounds, it is actually a joke. Y/n is friends with most of the drivers on the grid. "No, really everyone loves her. But we've really gotten close and I'm so happy to have her around."

After a few more interviews that seem to either ask about the car, his feelings or inevitably how the team is which leads to Lando bringing up his favourite person.

"You are not subtle." Y/n comments as she comes across Lando having herd from the comms team that Lando hasn't shut up about her.

"I'm just talking my girlfriend up-"

"Well the whole point of us keeping the relationship between us is that you at least try your hand at subtlety." Y/n smile, not actually made but finding it pretty endearing. "You know the comms team agrees that for now, it's better not to be airing anything out. As much as I know you really want to display that I'm not up for any other drivers to have. It also wouldn't kill you to compliment your own teammate every once in a while."

"It's not like I insulted him." Lando murmurs earning a small laugh. "Plus Oscar knows."

"He does. So I'm sure he'll take it on the chin. But giving him a compliment wouldn't hurt either."

"Ok, I'll do better." Lando promises before pausing. "I gave him loads of praise last year when he was new."

"Then it shouldn't be hard to keep going with that." Y/n smiles patting his back. "On the bright side neither of us are busy doing other stuff. So the McLaren trio...once we find Oscar, can strut around here."

-

It's post quali that y/n gets caught by Naomi and Simon.

"You have been the talk of the paddock, or at least the media in the paddock." Simon comments making her laugh and shrug as if she doesn't know exactly what they're talking about.

"Yeah, we expected a strong backing from McLaren. But Lando seems obsessed with you." Naomi admits making y/n puff out a breath.

"I don't really know what you mean, he's very supportive but no more to me than he was to Oscar last year." Y/n states then tilting her head. "I'm just...super happy to have been so accepted into the team. Lando, Oscar, Zak, Andrea. I know I'm just the reserve but they've been, just great. So welcoming and trying to make sure I'm getting to see everything."

"That is amazing to hear. We've made so many leaps forward for woman in F1, but seeing you be part of the face of McLaren. You're so young, just hit 22 right?"

"Yeah, just newly 22." Y/n confirms with a smile.

"I bet Andrea feels like he's babysitting with three such young drivers. Speaking of-" Simon chuckles earning a smile before y/n feels two large and far too familiar hands clap on her waist a voice shouting a boo that does make her jump.

"Zero survival instinct." Lando comments then greeting Simon and Naomi as he's handed a mic to join them. "Zero survival instinct from her."

"Yeah, the mic didn't quite pick up the first time you said it." Y/n hums then smiling. "Since Lando's here I should probably-"

"Stay. Double the McLaren drivers, double the fun." Lando grins making her laugh and smile but even he can tell it's not the most genuine laughter. Then he looks at the hosts. "That's what I find."

"I feel like we're interupting someone." Simon jokes while Y/n shakes her head at them.

"Lando just likes to annoy the comms team. I am going to go, because I promise Laura I'd chat. But you enjoy the main character's company." Y/n smiles giving them each a hug and then finally laughing when Lando drags her into a hug and squeezes her before allowing her to leave.

Lando waits till she's gone to speak into the mic with his own amusement.

"She loves me really. I just like to annoy her." Lando grins then earning a look from the comms girl with him. "Anyway, she'll kill me if I keep talking about her. So qualifying?"

-

Y/n yawns as she hears the light tapping on her hotel door, Lando's gently knocking just loud enough to wake her up from her dozing.

As soon as he walks through the door, he scoops her up, nuzzling his face into her neck as she wraps her arms around him on top of his shoulders.

"Mmm...Are you mad?" Lando asks earning a very tired and short laugh.

"No. I'm not mad. I love you, even when you insist on being so obvious." Y/n assures him while he kicks the door closed and carries her to her bed, lifting her legs up to wrap around his waist.

He lies them on the bed with her under him while his head rests on her chest and her hand moves up to play with his curls. She also feels one of his hands come up to play with her boob but he suddenly frowns and looks up at her before returning to look at her boob as if he's inspecting it.

"You know, I've only known you 5 months. I've been dating you for 4. But...I know exactly what you boobs feel like when you're...you know." Lando mumbles making her almost choke out on her breath.

"First of all, you can say the word period Lando. You have a mother, two sisters and god knows how many female friends. But second of all, I only just came on when I got back. And lastly, how in the hell can you tell from my boobs?"

"They're a bit bigger, almost like...I don't know they're swollen or something. Do they hurt?" Lando asks seeming genuinely concerned for her like he's accidentally hurting her.

"No-well they're tender, I guess...more like when you press a bruise but not a super bad bruise." Y/n shrugs then clearing her throat. "Did you get in trouble with comms?"

"A little bit, they told me to reign it in. It's not so much the media but fans are going wild about our interactions. At least that's how they worded it." Lando smiles looking up at her. "I figured you'd know about them already because you're a little weirdo who watches every edit of me online."

"You can't call me a weirdo after you just told me you know when I'm on my period from feeling my boob." Y/n snorts gently pushing his head playfully. "But I have seen edits already of you grabbing and squeezing me on the Sky interview."

"That's what I like to hear." Lando grins moving up to kiss her a couple times and successfully roll so he's lying next to her, hiking her leg up to lie on him but so her body is still just nuzzled against his side. "I quite like going about talking you up but no one realising we're actually together. They just think I'm crushing hard and you're playing hard to get."

"Playing? I am hard to get, you were begging me for a date." Y/n teases then squealing when he reaches over to poke into her side to tickle her. "Ah, ok. Not begging, but it took you more than one attempt. Even you have to admit that."

Lando hums then yawning and reaching over to grab the blanket to pull it over them and turn off the lights from the bedside switch.

"Did you just put us both to bed?"

"You're tired, and I know I woke you up. You had that sleepy look."

Y/n smiles holding onto Lando more tightly before she allows herself to just completely pass out and fall asleep.

-

It was months more of Lando being all over y/n, not even commenting on speculation while y/n would simply shrug and say she just didn't understand the speculation.

The whole thing with the media and fans was beginning to be pretty entertaining.

"We've been dating for almost 8 months, did you know that?" Lando states as he walks into the McLaren unit making y/n look up form the data she'd been reviewing with some of the engineers who look suddenly uncomfortable and like they want to make an exit. "Sorry."

"I'll be right back guys." Y/n smiles then standing up and moving with Lando as she takes hold of his hand as she passes him. "You could choose better timing. But I did know...why do you bring it up? Because I know you wouldn't if you didn't think it was of some significance."

"I just was thinking...maybe..."

Y/n hums looking at him for a moment amused because she knows exactly what he's asking.

"You want me to finally just hard launch us so hard we might as well be one of the Red Bull rocket ships?" Y/n jokes then sighing as she leans back on the wall. "Like I said, your timing is a bit annoying. But I have been thinking about it. I feel like it's not someone that I'm going to struggle with like I kind of thought I might when you first asked."

"You don't have to."

"No. I want to. Plus I'm kind of a little sick of some fans who don't think we'd be good together getting smug online. So I think I'll happily finally let the world know but...I would rather you be the one to tell everyone. I'll confirm as secondary source."

"You speak like an encyclopaedia." Lando grins before kissing her a couple times. "I got a few photos and videos I've wanted to share of you-of the PG variety, get your head out the gutter with that smirk."

"Do I get to see first?"

"As if I'd finally post about you and not get your approval for the go ahead." Lando scoffs then stealing more kisses just to communicate his excitement about it. "Alright, I'm going to warn comms and marketing all about the impending media storm and circus. I'll let you finish up here too, come find me afterwards. Ok?"

"Ok." Y/n nods before being locked into a longer, much more heated and possessive kiss for much longer than the previous short pecks.

"Alright, gorgeous. I'm going. I promise. I won't come interrupt again."

"Thank you. I'll see you in a bit. I love you."

"I love you too. A lot."

And then he rushes off in an excitement.

Y/n spends another 30 minutes with the engineers before she finally gets up moving to find Lando and thankfully finding him tapping away at his phone.

"Boo." Y/n yells but annoyingly has no success in her scaring attempt. "Boo, you're supposed to scream."

"The only one of us making the other scream is me, baby." Lando smirks earning a deadpanned expression before he holds out his phone to her. "Ok, I think I got all the photos and videos. You say the word and the world knows."

Y/n flicks through he photos and videos then groaning at the last one.

"Really? You have to include a video of me drooling?"

"Aww...but you're so cute and you're drooling on me." Lando grins acting as if that makes it any more appealing. "I can remove that one if you really want."

She really wants but Lando looks genuine in not doing it just to rip the piss out of her and it does make it all a little more light-hearted.

"Fine, post it. But I already know I'm never living that video down." Y/n laughs handing it back. "Go on, post it. Preferably now before I lose my nerve and stop you."

That gives him the right hurry up and he just puts caption of red love hearts before hitting to post it. Then turns off his phone and tosses it away.

"Your phone too, no point in keeping it turned on. It's just going to blow up, even if it's not from socials. People are going to be messaging you about it." Lando states and actually she knows he's right.

-

Y/n gets locked into a Sky segment by Jenson Button, the man who seems to always be around when there's a juicy moment going on in the paddock

"So, when I woke up this morning. Seeing endless posts of the same video of you drooling on Lando Norris was not how I expected to spend my day when I looked at my phone." Jenson states making her smile.

"Well, you're welcome for spicing up your day." Y/n laughs making Jenson chuckle.

"So is this the official confirmation?"

"Yeah, I put it off for 8 months. Lando was ready to just confirm everything from the get go. I do have to say the way people just mistook it for a crush because I'm so good at bluffing. He did sort of counter my efforts constantly because he couldn't keep his mouth shut about me." Y/n grins before shrugging. "But the time felt right now."

"I really have only seen good things. everyone is so happy there's a new...Mr and Mrs McLaren."

"Oh god, that sounds so weird when you put it like that." Y/n shivers before she suddenly finds almost a repeat of history.

Large hands on her waist but this time she doesn't jump quite as much when he holds her tightly.

"Sorry guys, I have to steal her. She's wanted in the garage for something. Is that ok?" Lando asks looking between the hosts while y/n holds the mic to his mouth just out of instinct the camera might want to hear what he says.

"Yeah, of course. Sorry for keeping her from work duties."

"It's not work. When he says I'm wanted, it means he wants me in the garage because he's clingy and needy and now he doesn't have to hide it." Y/n states honestly before smiling. "But I'll take an out when I get it. I'm sure I'll come back and we'll talk later."

The group laugh and agree they'll likely see her later before Lando successful steals her away to the garage.

"So am I going to be called out on camera more often now?"

"Only when necessary." Y/n grins before moving around to look at his car. "Can I get in?"

One thing Lando rarely gets to see but has really grown to love completely. seeing her in an F1 car, specifically his F1 car. But really he'd love to see her in her own.

He has actually see her do tyre testing in one of the old cars. Getting to choose her own number for the testing and fully commit herself to it all.

She chose number 7, because she thinks it's lucky and she liked the idea of having Kimi Raikkonen's number.

"You don't have to ask." Lando states then watching her grin and climb into the car.

Her helmets aren't around so he just grabs his own and places it over her head gently, making sure she sees it coming before he does so since having your head shoved in a helmet definitely needs warning beforehand.

Later on, on their way out of the paddock. Lando and her both stop to sign things. Initially she never used to get asked, but a following has amassed for her and especially in the confirmation of her relationship with Lando. There's a whole load of people who suddenly want to have her sign things. Surprisingly a lot of Lando's mini helmets.

"Hey, I made you this bracelet and one for Lando too. I made them before you told everyone that you guys are dating. But now you get to match anyway." A young woman states brightly looking almost nervous as y/n suddenly feels struck with a slightly new emotion.

She's watched Lando and Oscar, and actually a lot of the drivers get bracelets. But she's never been given a bracelet for herself. Hell she's even been used as a means to give other drivers a bracelet.

"Thank you so much. I'll make sure Lando gets his." Y/n smiles before quickly wiping at her eyes. "These are happy tears I promise. I've just never had someone make me a bracelet and give me one."

There's more than one person pointing their phone at her, proving the embrassing moment of crying over a bracelet is captured on video. But another thanks and she moves over to Lando.

"Hey, I'm just going to go ahead. But a fan made us matching bracelets and I promised I'd give it to you." Y/n smiles earning Lando's immediate attention.

"Thanks-are you crying?"

"I'm fine. Happy tears...I've just never got given a bracelet that's actually for me. Didn't realise it would feel so nice." Y/n laughs sniffling a little before she's yanked forward into a hug that she immediately returns.

"Baby, that's so cute. I'm done here anyway, let's go. It was nice meeting you guys. We'll be back tomorrow. Bring bracelets for y/n if you can!" Lando instructs making y/n tsk since she doesn't want people to be forced to make her bracelets.

After a short ride to the hotel, y/n and Lando get to their room where Lando places down his impressive collection of gifts from fans and ditches them in favour of following y/n into the bathroom since she always showers getting back from the paddock.

"You know, as far as announcements of relationships go. I'd say it was pretty well received." Lando comments making her look at him for a moment as she pulls off her clothes and moves to turn on the water.

"Yeah, I've received a lot of love."

"You have no reason not to. Everyone loves you...They'll probably be saying I've tainted your innocence soon."

"My innocence?" Y/n giggles making Lando smirk as he removes his own clothes. "Just because you have a cocky smirk, doesn't mean you're some big bad man causing trouble and ruining the reputations of everyone woman you involve yourself with."

"Not the reputation...but I've certainly ruined you for any other man...they'll never treat you as good as I do."

"Depends in which department you're talking about." Y/n teases making him raise his eyebrows since he knows she's just trying to wind him up on purpose for her own inevitable pleasure.

"Really, you want to play the game like that? Because I think we both know you'll regret it soon."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm perfectly innocent and have no-ah Lando! You can't just-" And she's silenced by a kiss as she's pushed into the open style shower until her back hits the wall.

"I can."

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i was going to learn 12 languages, read 250 books and learn 75 new skills this year what happened

[norrizzandpia]

bff reader x lando where they’re at a party maybs in monaco? pool party and stuff and the night gets messy but lando and reader stays out in the pool till late,and he becomes all clingy bc it’s getting cold and he likes reader 🥹 coz i’m a sucker for bff x lando aswell as cute smutty jealous lando,idk if you’ll be able to make something out of this but thank uuuu ☺️ xoxo

I love a good best friends to lovers

His (LN4)

Summary: When a fun pool party turns into a hurtful disaster, the only good thing to come from it is two confessions.

Warnings: wandering hands 😏, y/n’s ex, slightly jealous Lando, PROTECTIVE lando, the use of “whore” (not in an attractive way) language, major fluff at the end like i was blushing at my own writing

Note: I THINK I LOVE THIS ONE GUYS

To be honest, nobody told Y/n that her ex, David, was on the invite list. As she stood next to Max, him a rambling and blushing mess over Pietra - who was laughing with her friends in the cutest bikini across the way, Y/n tried to convince herself that her eyes were lying. There was no way in hell David was walking through the door to the backyard of whosever house Lando had dragged her to. There was no way in hell David was making eye contact with her, a sickening smile on his face as her presence greeted him. There was no way in hell David was walking toward her.

No way in hell.

Except, there was!

David’s hand squeezed the flesh of her arm as he grinned down at her, “Y/n! What’re you doing here?”

She blinked a few times, her fingers slightly denting the plastic of her cup as his sliminess seeped into her skin, “David! Lando brought me here. What about you?”

The problem with David was that he was always intimidated by Lando. Whether that was because Lando had a bigger build and had a few inches on him or because of the fact that Lando was more successful, she never could tell. However, all she knew was that one of the reasons they broke up was because of his continuous insecurity that controlled their fights over Lando. No matter how many times she reassured him or told him Lando was just a friend, David would never relent. In his mind, Lando and her were basically fucking on the side.

His eyes turned a darker shade, “Lando’s here?”

She nodded, “Yes, he got invited and had a plus one.”

David scoffed, “Oh, and you’re the plus one, I suppose.”

“Yes, she is.” Lando’s voice interrupted the conversation. His body stuck to Y/n’s side like glue, his hand around her waist, as he stared the man down. Another problem with their previous relationship - Lando and David hated each other. At first, Lando had kept an open mind to his best friend’s boyfriend, albeit he was a little standoffish, but the moment Y/n started to show up at his door - sobbing - in the middle of the night because of some bullshit David had said during a fight, Lando was immediately turned off.

Lando was always protective over the people he loved, attentive and caring to its fullest potential. But, with Y/n, there had always been an inherent need to be there for her through everything from the moment he met her. The way he was with her stood out among the rest. They could try and explain the deep connection away with certain things they shared in common, they had tried, but everybody knew.

David’s chest puffed up higher, not enough to scare Lando though, “Lando.”

Each syllable drenched in a need to exert dominance, David’s words made the McLaren Driver glance down at the girl tucked under his arm. His eyes, the ones she could always read, asked for her to trust him. She always would. She smiled back at him.

With the reassurance, Lando’s hand came to rest dangerously low on her back, “Is there anything more you need to say to my girlfriend?”

She did trust him, just didn’t expect that to come out of his mouth. Her fingers almost ripped through the cup in her hands as her firm hold continued.

David’s eyes bulged, “Girlfriend?!”

From some place deep within herself, one she had never met before, Y/n nodded feverishly, “Yeah, we got together a few months ago.”

Lando’s body leaned into her and it all began to feel… comfortable. They would never address it, but there was always some sort of unspeakable tension between them that made hangouts and interactions a bit intense and awkward, too much for people who were supposed to be the closest of friends. For once, as their hands were allowed to sit nicely on places they had been too aware of every time they touched each other, that sense of heightened uncertainty was completely gone.

Replaced was warm palms.

A soft smile plastered on Lando’s face was quickly gone the moment David laughed, “Oh, I saw this coming for ages.” His gaze, dangerous and angry, shifted to Y/n and Lando almost moved his entire body in front of her. Honestly, he wished he had as David mumbled in her direction, “Whore.”

Max, sipping on his drink off to the side, choked as he watched Lando’s entire body tense up. His arm, that was once wrapped around his “girlfriend”, very quickly came to clutch the man’s shirt, shoving him harshly.

“What’d you say?!” Lando said, right in his face as Pietra came to pull Y/n away. The two girls held hands tightly as the entire party’s attention was turned toward the spectacle that was Y/n’s ex-boyfriend and her speculated new one.

David’s face went pale, “Nothing.”

Lando pushed him away once more, slapping his chest harshly before pointing a finger in his face, “Say that about her again and I will make your life a living hell, I swear to God.”

David coughed out an apology to which Lando spit on his shoes and said, “Say it to her not me, dick.”

Her eyes caught his as he stuttered it out, pure fear etched into them - something she had never seen before. He was always eager to make her feel scared during an argument. It was weird to see him in the same position he had put her in multiple times before.

When he stumbled away, out the same door he had come from twenty minutes before, Lando stopped being concerned with the cameras around him, waltzing right up to his Y/n and holding her head in his hands. He whispered, “You good?”

She nodded, leaning into his hands as he began to lead her into the house. She knew it was his friend’s house, but she didn’t expect for him to know the complete layout of it when he brought her to the kitchen so effortlessly.

She looked around, “I’m not hungry.”

He nodded, shrugged, “I know, but I thought we could hide out in here while everyone filters out.”

Her head peeked around the corner and, sure enough, the guests who were once lingering around the pool in the back were now scurrying through the door.

Lando chuckled, “Guess David’s a downer.”

—

An hour later, dinner ingested and everybody gone, Y/n found herself back in the backyard. Her body laid against the concrete of the pool as she stared at the place where David had been, calling her names, an hour and a half before. It hurt to think about, wonder if that’s what he had genuinely thought of her throughout their relationship. Nobody knew that it all got to her, the comments under Lando’s posts about her being something entertaining for him and the others on Twitter talking about the same things David had muttered before, but it did. No matter how much she tried to make it seem as though she knew those claims were ridiculous, a part of her did, she had gradually begun to internalize it all, creating a deep sore spot.

Nobody knew.

Well, except for him.

Lando’s footsteps pattered against the cold ground before they begun splashing around as he submerged himself in the water. She turned around to see him, one arm hanging on to the edge of the pool while the other wadded in the water. He smiled at her as he begun swimming toward her, coming to rest skin-to-skin right next to her.

He looked on at the spot she was so infatuated with before whispering, “You know what he said was completely wrong, right?”

All she could do was nod, her voice would not be convincing. She knew that. Lando knew that and that’s why his arm creeped around her torso, holding her close.

His mouth was right next to her ear, “It’s not true, Y/n.”

There was a deep sincerity in his words that hit her heart hard, prompting her fingers to trail up his arm before clutching his shoulder. Her head turned, their faces inches apart, and she smiled, “Thank you.”

His body fell further into the water as he let go of the edge, pulling her flush against him right after. He was gentle in his touches as he guided her legs to wrap around him, continuing to hold her waist as her arms wrapped around his neck. A dark, starry sky above them illuminated the twinkle in Lando’s eye. One Y/n found hard to explain away.

He pushed the wet hair out of her face, “He didn’t know what he had.”

Her fingers traced and memorized the sharpness of his cheekbones, “Are you saying you do?”

Her question, however bold, opened their friendship up. For once, one of them was giving the other the opportunity to confess whatever had manifested throughout the time they’d spent together.

She could see it in his eyes, the hesitation and fear in moving into that space with her. Sure, they had been uncomfortable together before, but this was different. This was an opening for something that could make or break them.

This was life or death to Lando.

Though, by the way she smiled at him, he knew he would be stupid, wrong her like David had, if he continued to sweep it all under the rug, “Yes.”

Her hands stopped moving about his face, instead cradling it, “What does that mean, Lan?”

Her question made his heart stop, the moment it all came down to, “Y/n, I hated seeing you with him. I hated seeing you with all of them. I couldn’t stand to see you hanging onto someone else’s arm. It made my skin crawl. And, today, when I got to be the guy that had you under his arm, especially when I got to look your satanic ex-boyfriend in the eye and tell him you were mine, nothing felt better than that. I’ve always known what I had when it came to you. I just wish you would let me show that.”

Her hands tangled in his hair as he continued to hold her, his feet stabilizing them as he stood in the pool. She exhaled a breath, took a moment to think, before leaning closer, “I never said you couldn’t.”

Even in the cold of the night, his face warmed with a tinge of redness. He squeezed her lightly, allowing a moment of silence to pass as they looked at each other before whispering back, “It’s chilly out here.”

Her giggling warmed his body, “Lan, what does that have to do with any of this?”

His hand moved delicately up her back before resting on the nape of her neck, pulling her lips closer, “I’m thinking a kiss or two might warm us up.”

She smiled again and her thumb rubbed against his jawline, “Oh, I got it. I love that idea.”

Max and Pietra watched from the living room, hearing Lando laugh before the two were kissing in the soft light of the backyard. The couple rejoiced on the couch, jumping and down with no regard for Max and Lando’s friend yelling at them to get down. However, once he looked to see what they were screaming about, he joined them too. It felt like everyone had been waiting for this moment. The moment when Y/n and Lando realized that their friendship was never just that and the love they had for each other was never just love. It was something completely indescribable, but as long as the whispers of love they shared between kisses in that pool continued, that would feel like enough.

It sure as hell was more than enough for the smiling, blushing idiot of a Brit who was kicking himself for not telling his Y/n just how much of his she really had been all along.

[f1goat]

🥰 lando norris masterlist 🥰

personal faves f contains smut(ty parts) s

✨ Series ✨

s MORE THAN FRIENDS rewritten ; part one / part two / part three / part four

In which your best friend is going to help you to gain more sexual experience and say goodbye to your insecurities, but he's quick to discover that he never wants to share you and your new experiences with others - the only problem being, him having to confess his feelings.

s MORE THAN FRIENDS discontinued; part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight

In which your best friend wants to help you so you get more sexual experience, but he discovers quickly that he never wants to share you and your new sexual experience with others.

s HIS TEAMMATE (finished) ; part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight / part nine / part ten / part eleven / part twelve / part thirteen

In which you find yourself getting closer to your brothers new teammate who's a total dick.

THE RACE LOSER (finished); part one / part two

In which you see your ex best friend again, after he cut off contact between you to because he needed to focus on racing

f & s MISTAKE(S) (finished); part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight / part nine

In which you keep making the same mistake over and over again by fucking the boy you hate the most

INTO IT (finished) ; part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight / part nine / part ten / 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

f&s FWB (finished) ; part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight / part nine / part ten / part eleven

In which you decide to become friends with benefits with Lando Norris, that can't be a bad idea right?

THE SISTER (finished) ; part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight / part nine / part ten

In which your the little sister of Max Verstappen and you meet Lando Norris, who quickly turns in to one of your best friends. But there's a thin line between friends & lovers

f&s BREAKING THE RULES (finished) ; part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven

In which Lando is your brothers rival during the championship, but you can't seem to stay away from him

GOLF (finished) ; part one / part two

In which Lando discovers his jealousy for you while a friendly round of golf

✨ One shots ✨

Regret ; In which Lando breaks up with you, but starts to regret it even more when he sees you back on the racetrack. Can he still fix things?

f Fake date ; In which Lando helps you piss of your ex boyfriend by acting like your fake new boyfriend

His masseur ; In which you're Lando his best friend and masseur, but your feelings start to cause a bit of trouble

s Crazy ; in which Lando and you are crazy for each other without knowing it from each other, until Lando loses his temper while seeing you with another

f Date ; in which Lando needs an awful push from his friends to finally ask you out

Afterparty ; in which you and Lando are oblivious idiots & you go to the afterparty with someone else after Lando told you it was no big deal, spoiler: it was a big deal

Little game ; in which you and Lando are fighting, so you decide to test his feelings for you with a little game

[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (20/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: There's one person that you don't want to see standing in front of your door in the middle of the night.

Warnings: angst (like, a lot), super many swear words, asshole!Charles, a teeny tiny bit of fluff, Raphael

Word Count: 3.7k

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A/N: couldn't let you wait another week after that cliffhanger. thank you to everyone who's been with me from the start. couldn't have done it without you. here's to 20 chapters and so much more to come.

It only takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the light and you recognize who is standing in front of your apartment door. The hair, the eyes, the mouth, and as soon as you recognize the face of the person who hurt you, you push against the door with all your strength to slam it shut. 

But Raphael is quicker and shoves his foot in between. "I just want to talk."

You briefly consider kicking his shoe and kicking him out of the door frame. Something that would certainly hurt a lot barefoot. But you can't take a step back to slip into your shoes either, because Raphael would see that as an invitation. So you stand there rooted to the spot, your fingers clasped around the door handle and your shoulder leaning against the door so that at least some counterbalance keeps him from entering the apartment.

"Please, Y/N."

"What about my previous behavior makes it seem like I'm in any way interested in having a conversation with you?" you hiss hostilely in a hushed voice. After all, the neighbors don't need to hear what's going on in the hallway in the middle of the night.

He raises his hands placatingly. "I know you want to sort this out between us as much as I do."

"I want you to leave me the hell alone." You lean against the door a little more so there's more pressure on the sides of his foot, forcing him to pull it out sooner or later.

"This can't really be what you want. Please, Y/N." He tilts his head. "We both know how much you miss me. And how much you need me."

You have to stifle your laughter, even though there's nothing at all funny about this situation. "I'm not the person who keeps calling my ex and suddenly turns up at the door in the middle of the night."

"I just want to explain myself. And that everything is like it used to be."

"Then you shouldn't have been fucking other women." Your tone is icy. "Why can't you just leave me alone and get out of my life?"

Raphael crosses his arms in front of his chest as if he's offended that you're seriously asking him that. "Because I love you. So let me in, please."

You narrow your eyes. "Not a chance."

His gaze, which looked halfway human a moment ago, hardens. "Is he here? Is he listening to us right now?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Don't play dumber than you are. I'm talking about your fucking roommate I spoke to on the phone the other day." He puts a palm against the door and you feel his weight pressing against you. "Is he here?"

By now you're bracing yourself against the door with all your weight. Your heart is hammering in your chest. Raphael is not someone who would hurt anyone else. But his cold stare and the pressure against the door make you think otherwise. Must make you think something else to protect yourself. If he manages to walk through that door - thank God Charles is in Italy.

"This is none of your business," you try to say as normally as possible. 

"If some random guy is fucking my girlfriend, then it is definitely my business."

"I'm not your girlfriend, remember? You cheated on me and dumped me." You take a deep breath to get rid of the tremor in your voice. "So just leave me alone. I don't want anything more to do with you."

Raphael laughs. "I didn't cheat on you." When you raise an eyebrow, he rolls his eyes. "My God, so I slept with a few women, so what? I had needs. And you didn't want to." 

You're on the verge of crushing his foot. "Are you actually listening to yourself? Do you hear the complete bullshit you're talking?" 

"Don't be like that. I bet you've been sleeping with your roommate to get one over on me, too." He leans a little in your direction. "Why don't you explain to me why you slept with him but not with me, your boyfriend?" When you don't answer him, but just look at him venomously, a disgusting grin spreads across his face. "I'm telling you: because you're a little bitch." He takes his hand off the door and instantly your body relaxes a little. But the calm doesn't last long. "Did you hear that?" Raphael suddenly yells through the hallway, waking up all the neighbors within a 200-meter radius. "She's a little bitch. Come and get her. She really gets it on with everyone."

You open the door a little, but only to stand fully in the doorway. "Are you crazy? Be quiet, you'll wake up the whole of Monaco!"

His head jerks in your direction. "Why? Don't you want your roommate to know who you really are?"

If Raphael hadn't been shouting like that, you would certainly have heard the loud footsteps coming up the stairs. But all you see is a shadow and then you see familiar green eyes looking into yours. Charles is standing on the top step of the stairs, his eyes fixed on you, but before you can say anything, ask him why he's not in Italy, his gaze flits to Raphael and even from a distance you can see that Charles' body is tensing. 

Raphael follows your eyes and takes a step back when he sees your roommate standing in front of him. Charles could have been anyone - a neighbor complaining about the noise, a delivery man dropping off food - but from the way the Monegasque is glaring at your ex, there's no doubt. "Your roommate is Charles Leclerc?" Raphael runs his fingers nervously through his hair before taking a step in Charles' direction and holding out his hand. "Wow, it's an honor to meet you! I'm a big fan!"

Charles Leclerc? Honor? Big fan?

Charles looks down at the outstretched hand as if it were a venomous snake before he pushes past the man without answering and positions himself in front of you. You see his tense back muscles dance beneath his sweater as he turns to Raphael. "You should go."

"I think you've got this whole thing wrong," your ex tries to wriggle out of the situation. "Y/N is my girlfriend and we-"

"Ex-girlfriend," the brunette interjects without batting an eyelid.

Raphael scratches the back of his neck nervously. "Eh, we're just trying to sort that out. Would you please give us a moment so we can work this out?"

Charles doesn't even need to turn around to know that's the last thing you want. "No. I'm sure there's nothing to sort out. I'm not going to ask you to leave again."

Your ex snorts and raises his hands placatingly. "I don't want to argue with you. Like I said, I'm a huge fan and I watch every race. But the matter only involves Y/N and me, which is why I'm asking you to step aside so we can work this out." 

"And I said no." His tone is cool and calm, almost threatening, and his gaze is so piercing it sends a cold shiver down your spine.

Raphael rolls his eyes. "And I thought you were a cool guy. That's how you come across on TV, anyway." He takes a step towards you both and Charles pushes himself completely in front of you so that you can no longer see Raphael. "Your little girlfriend there is a slut, did you know that? A stupid little whore who-"

"Do you actually like your job? You still work in accounting at this one company, don't you? With the emphasis on 'still'," Charles asks calmly. As your ex takes a step back, Charles takes a step forward. "So if you want to keep it, I suggest you leave Y/N alone once and for all. You won't show up here, you won't call her again, you won't even think about her. And if you even think of telling anyone about this, I'll make sure you can't find a job anywhere. Do you understand me?" When your ex doesn't answer, Charles takes another step, causing Raphael to flinch and almost fall down the stairs. "Did you hear me?"

"Clearly and distinctly."

"Good." You can hear Charles' friendly smile. "Have a good evening, then." He looks after Raphael, who quickly scurries down the stairs, and only turns to you as the front door slams shut. 

But instead of asking you if everything is all right, he storms past you into the apartment without a word. You quickly close the door behind you, follow him on foot and find him in the bedroom, where he pulls a large sports bag out of the chest of drawers, which he carelessly throws onto the rumpled bed. He starts to clear out the closet.

"Charles?" you ask hesitantly, but remain standing in the doorway. "What are you doing?" When he doesn't answer, but pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and taps on it briefly before pocketing it again, you enter the room. "Charles? Say something, please."

"What do you want to hear from me?" he asks coldly, grabbing some clothes from the closet. Only when you take a closer look do you realize that these are your clothes that didn't fit in your small suitcase. 

"I don't know," you answer helplessly. "What are you doing here?"

He doesn't even look at you. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm packing your things." He stuffs one of your shirts into the small side pocket. "So we can finally move out of here."

Confused, you look at him and sit on the edge of the bed. Far enough away from him. "What do you mean?"

"Do you really think you're going to stay here one more day after your crazy ex turned up? You were going to move out anyway, so we might as well get this over with."

You had told him that you were leaving this apartment, but you never expected him to throw you out of the apartment himself. Especially not today, when he wasn't supposed to be in Monaco, but in Italy. "Are you kicking me out?"

Charles zippers up the bag before placing it next to the suitcase and pulling the next bag out of the dresser and fills it with clothes. "Didn't you listen to me? We're moving out. I'm not leaving you alone in this apartment for another moment."

Charles's change of mood almost gives you whiplash. Yesterday he threw the nastiest words at you, made you cry and hurt you so much that you were seriously considering leaving the country. And now he's standing there packing your things into sports bags because he what? Doesn't want your ex to come back here to harass you again?

Puzzled, you sit on the bed while Charles goes through the apartment and collects all the personal belongings he can find. 

Why is he here when he's supposed to be in Italy? Why is he packing your things so that you can move out of this apartment if he doesn't care about you? And the biggest question is - how does Raphael know Charles? What races was he talking about? Why does he know him from TV?

Who is Charles Leclerc?

"Here, get changed," he snaps you out of your thoughts and throws you a pair of sweatpants and the white sweater he was wearing in the bookstore. "It's freezing outside and I don't want you to freeze to death." He grabs the bags and disappears out of the bedroom to give you some privacy. 

You quickly change, pull his sweater over your head and as you breathe in his scent, you could cry. The fact that Charles is here, defending you after he treated you so badly, confuses you so much that you don't know which way is up and which way is down. After yesterday, you hate him, you want to hate him, but Lando's words haunt your mind and apparently there's some truth to them, because otherwise Charles wouldn't have driven all the way to Monaco in the middle of the night. 

But why is he here? Why did he leave his meetings so much earlier? Did he feel guilty? Did Lando talk to him? Why is he back here with you after just one day?

He doesn't even look at you when you leave the bedroom in his clothes. He just grabs the bags and your suitcase and you're about to ask him if you should carry something too, but he's already disappeared out of the front door and into the dark hallway. You quickly grab the last of your belongings and follow him down the stairs, but instead of heading for the underground parking garage, he leaves the house and heads towards the street. 

"Where are you going?" you ask, out of breath, when you finally catch up with him. Without a word, he stops in front of a black car with a red and white stripe across it. It looks expensive, much more expensive than your old Renault, which is only confirmed by the horse on the hood and rims. "Whose car is this?"

"Get in," he says curtly as he unlocks the luxury ride and starts to put the bags away. When you don't move, he turns to you. "I won't say it again. Get in the damn car, Y/N."

"Why?" you ask, confused and also a little desperate. "Why would I get in the car with you? Give me one good reason."

Annoyed, he runs his hand through his hair so that it stands on end. "Either you get in the car now or I'll make you. It's your decision."

You cross your arms in front of your chest. By now you're annoyed by his behavior. "You can't force me."

"You bet I can." He takes a step closer so that you can feel his warm breath on your face. "Get in the fucking car."

There's a twinkle in his green eyes that stops you from challenging him. Silently, you get in on the passenger side of the car and plop down on the leather seat as Charles circles the hood. A few minutes later, as you're driving along Monaco's streets, the silence between you is unbearable. 

"Where are we going?" you ask, but get no answer. The Monegasque drives the car over the asphalt with an angry look on his face, even driving too fast, but he doesn't seem to care. "At least you can tell me where you're taking me. You owe me that after you dragged me out of the apartment."

"We're going to my other place."

You raise an eyebrow in confusion. "The one Annika lives in?"

Charles takes a turn without using his blinker. "Yes."

"And how do you picture that?" You turn in his direction. "You want me to share the apartment with your ex? Are you completely insane?"

He exhales loudly. "She won't be there when we get there."

"We? What do you mean 'we'?"

"I have to stay somewhere. Now that we both can't stay in the second apartment anymore."

Your voice sounds a little shrill as you answer him. "I wasn't planning on moving out of one apartment so I could move into another with you. Drive me to a hotel or somewhere else, but I don't want to live with you."

After all, he was the reason you wanted to move out of the apartment in the first place. He treated you badly, let you down - why should you spend another night with him? Especially since he still seems angry with you?

As the car comes to a halt, he looks over at you. "I don't care what you want right now. You're staying here tonight where I know you're okay and that asshole can't get too close to you. Tomorrow you can throw every insult you can think of at me, but right now you do what I tell you. Do you understand me?"

His authoritative and commanding tone leaves no room for discussion, so you just nod silently and get out of the car. You are in an underground parking garage, similar to the other one, but there are other cars here. Expensive cars, like the Ferrari you drove here in. 

Are these all his cars? Where did Charles get the money for a Ferrari? What-

"Come on. I won't wait forever." His voice brings you back to reality and like a toddler you follow him out of the garage, into the elevator and finally into the apartment, which is surprisingly empty. You don't have a moment's peace to look around as Charles has already unlocked a room and put your things inside.

"The guest room is unused." He takes a deep breath and exhales. "I know it's not the best solution for everything here, but I can't change it now. If you want to move out tomorrow, then do so. But please do me a favor and stay here tonight." His expression is softer and his voice is a little warmer than it was a few minutes ago, but that doesn't make you forget how the evening went.

"I'll be gone in the morning," you reply stubbornly, but you can feel your heart beating fast. Charles just nods and leaves you in the hallway so that you can enter your room undisturbed and keep to yourself. 

After closing the door behind you, you take off your warm clothes and fall onto the bed in your underwear without turning on the light. It is unused, the comforter is spread out on the mattress and the pillows feel as plush as if they had just been fluffed up. But as soon as your head touches the soft fabric and you breathe in, you are completely enveloped in Charles' scent. And you can't stop the tears streaming down your face as your body finally comes to rest.

The fact that Raphael suddenly turned up on your doorstep in the middle of the night has already thrown you off course. You never expected him to have the nerve to show up at your place - a pretty stupid thought when you remember that he had already tried to find you there recently. But actually seeing him, listening to his garbage, really ruined the evening that Lando had actually saved so far. 

And then came Charles, your knight in shining armour, who stood up for you so heroically and defended you, even though he had broken your heart just one day before. 

His behavior is completely at odds with what he's doing.

He drags you out of the apartment so that Raphael can no longer find you there, but forces you to go with him to this apartment, even though he knows that you don't want to have anything more to do with him. 

He packs your things, wants you to spend the night with him so he can be sure you're safe, but is so cold and dismissive to you that you might think Charles has multiple personalities. 

And then there's the fact that Raphael seems to know him. Even his full name. And he didn't pronounce it the way you do with people you just haven't seen for a long time but happen to meet on the street. His intonation was different, as if the name Charles Leclerc carried weight, as if he was something special, as if you had to know him. But who the hell is Charles Leclerc?

Is he the man who took you in when you didn't know where to go? The one in whom you found a friend you never really wanted to miss? The one you fell in love with without even wanting to?

Or is he the man who hurt you, rejected you, only to stand up for you in a domineering and possessive way? The one who took your heart and trampled on it, only to do everything he could to keep you safe a day later?

Who is Charles Leclerc?

Your shoulders shake and your breath comes in painful gasps as you wrap your arms around your middle and press your face into the pillow. Your throat feels constricted, your blood is pounding in your ears and your heart is beating so fast it feels like it wants to jump out of your chest. And this headache. They make you blind and deaf, which is why you don't notice the door to your room quietly opening and then falling back into the lock. 

Only when you feel the mattress lower behind you do you realize that Charles is with you. You want to turn to him, scream at him and send him packing, but you don't get the chance. Your tears stifle every sound and your body is shaking so badly that you can do nothing but lie there.

You don't question it when you feel Charles' chest against your back. "I'm here," he whispers softly as he wraps his arm around you and hugs you tightly. His other hand finds its way into your hair, which he strokes gently as his touch warms you. "It's all right, mon amour. I'm here," he repeats, tangling his bare legs with yours to pull you even closer to him. Not a piece of paper, not even a hair fits between you. 

Charles' skin is soft and smooth against yours, you feel the tiny hairs of his forearm against yours as he reaches out to grab your hand and finally intertwines your fingers. It feels like they were made for this. As if you were made for him. 

You want to turn around, to look at him, but his iron grip around your middle won't allow it, so you just press yourself against him, as close as you can, to be enveloped by him. By his smell, his warmth. Him. 

"Charles," you sigh into the darkness and feel the tip of his nose against your neck. 

"I'm here, mon amour." He presses a feather-light kiss to your bare shoulder. "I'm here as long as you'll let me."

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[forzalando]

Orange Theory

Charles Leclerc x best friend!reader (female reader)

summary: charles and his best friend do countless nice things for each other, but they're just behaving like any good friend would. right? wc: 2.5k author's note: ok guys so this is not the Charles fic i promised (she is still a WIP and i will finish her eventually. probably will have to be a multi-part fic with how long it's getting), but i hope you enjoy this one in the meantime! special thanks to @scuderiahoney for encouragement and inspiration. special thanks to @sof1shticated for reading and assuring me this doesn't suck. if you haven't read their fics, both Lee and Mel have some gems that i adore. HIGHLY recommend checking our their masterlists! warnings: none!

You loved summer break – Charles was home for at least a few weeks, days spent on a yacht, every afternoon and evening spent with friends either at dinner or out at some club until someone got too drunk to carry on.

Today was, in your humble opinion, the perfect day. All of your friends, courtesy of Charles, were sprawled out on the sun deck of a rented boat or splashing around in the water below. You could feel the heat radiating off of Lando as he laid next to you and whispered about how McLaren was making insane upgrades – according to him, they might just have a race-winning car in the second half of the season.

“Are you boring my best friend to tears, Norris?” The brutal sun disappeared behind Charles’ body as he stood above you – as if on instinct, he shifted slightly so that you could look up at him and not be blinded by its rays.

“She’s hanging on my every word, right, Y/N? In fact, she asked me how I’m feeling about Zandvoort and the rest of the season.”

“And?” Charles asked, a small smile on his face.

“Like I would tell you what’s going on with the car! I know Y/N can keep a secret, she would never betray me to a prancing horse. She bleeds papaya.”

You laughed along with Lando – the one point of contention that had always existed in your friendship with Charles. Of course, you became a Ferrari fan because of him, but you’d always been a McLaren and Mercedes loyalist. It was something that Lando, Oscar, and George relished in.

“Alright, alright, no need to rub it in, Norris,” you giggled. “What can I do for you, Charlie?”

“I just came to give you this.”

Within seconds, a perfectly peeled orange dropped in your lap. Lando’s eyes grew wide for a moment but a swift glare from Charles had his face back to normal in no time. You missed the interaction, jumping up from your seat in excitement.

“Aw, Charlie! You are the best friend a girl could ask for,” you chirped as you started separating the wedges of fruit.

“Ah, don’t mention it,” he sighed, waving his citrus-scented hand in the air. “There’s more in the cooler if you want! Freshly peeled!”

“Thank you, mon cher ami.” You quickly kissed his cheek, noticing as you pulled away just how red it was, along with his neck and the tips of his ears. “Charles! How many times do I have to tell you to put on sunscreen? Your face and neck are fried!”

“I don’t think it’s from the sun,” Lando mumbled, his eyes trained on the fruit in your hands. With Charles insisting he was fine, you could barely hear what he had said.

“What did you say, Lan?” You asked, turning your attention away from Charles for a moment.

Once again, Lando was met with a menacing glare and he laughed awkwardly before moving his gaze to the horizon.

“Nothing, nothing, Y/N. Just thinking out loud.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you turned back to Charles and handed him the orange he had just given to you. With your now free hands, you rifled through your beach bag until you found the SPF 50 face cream you had packed that morning with Charles in mind.

“Here, I packed this for you. Please put some on so I don’t have to worry about you getting sun poisoning,” you pleaded with your best puppy dog eyes.

Charles stared without answering for far too long – anything you wanted, all you had to do was ask him and he’d do it. Even without you gazing at him with your wide, siren eyes, he would give you the world if you so desired it.

He shook his head slightly, pulling himself out of the daze caused by your pleading eyes. “Oui, ma fleur, I will put on the sun cream. Je promets.”

You smiled in triumph, taking the orange back from Charles and bidding him a “see you later” before laying back down in your lounger. Popping an orange slice into your mouth, you let out a contented sigh. Somehow, whether Charles was magic or he had some serious connections in the produce world, the fruit he picked out and gave to you always tasted better than anything you bought yourself.

“He peels your oranges for you?”

You hummed and turned to Lando – “what, Lan?”

“Does Charles always peel your oranges for you?”

“Well, no, obviously not always. Why?”

Before Lando could answer, Lily plopped down next to you and stole an orange slice from your hand.

“I swear,” she huffed, “Alex and George are competitive to begin with, but when they get together, it’s unbearable. They’ve been having a “who can hold their breath the longest” contest for the past thirty minutes! Rematch after rematch after rematch, I called in my favor with Oscar to get out of judging their little competition.”

“As if either of them could beat me, they probably didn’t ask me to join because they’re scared,” Lando bragged. “I’ll leave you ladies to chat, go show them how it’s done.”

As Lando walked towards the edge of the boat, you and Lily turned towards one another.

“Men,” you scoffed in unison, following it up with belly laughs and lingering giggles.

As the laughter died down, Lily ate the orange slice she had stolen from you and practically moaned in delight. “Where did you get this orange? It might be the best I’ve ever had!”

“It’s from Charles! I was just thinking about this, I don’t know how he does it but he always has the best fruit. Every time he brings me any I am both ecstatic and pissed off – my fruit is never as good as his and we shop at the same grocery store!”

“Well, does he have any more oranges? I could eat 20 of these.”

“He said he left me more in his cooler, let me grab them.”

A few moments later, you walked back to Lily with a bag of peeled oranges in your right hand and two bottles of water in your left.

“Are you a professional orange peeler? You were only gone for two minutes.”

“Oh no,” you giggled, “Charles peeled them for me. He knows I don’t like peeling them so when he can, he always does it for me.”

“Y/N,” Lily looked at you suspiciously, “do you know what the orange peel theory is?”

You wracked your brain but came up empty. “No, what is it?”

Lily went into a brief explanation – something about how it became a viral tik tok challenge, people asking their partners if they would peel an orange for them and how it was an indicator of true love, soulmates, a healthy relationship, and everything in between. “Well, that’s just silly,” you mumbled through chews, orange juice dribbling down your chin. “I think it just means someone is a good person – Charlie and I aren’t anything more than friends and he peels my oranges, among other things, because he has a good heart.”

“Among other things?” Lily pressed you, her eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t quite place.

“He slices my apples because I have never been able to master the apple corer contraption! And he takes all my grapes off the stems when he’s at my place because I never do – it’s too tedious.”

“What else?”

“Oh, when we go out to breakfast, he always brings me a tea when he picks me up. He’s an early riser and I take forever to get ready. He knows I never have time to make it myself when we have plans before 10am.”

Lily was smirking at you, no, smiling at you. It was a little unnerving, the way she was entirely amused at the information you were giving her. However, the moment was briefly interrupted by the arrival of Alex.

“What are we talking about, ladies?” He spoke cheerfully, a broad smile on his face which meant that he was most likely declared the best breath holder of the 2019 rookies.

“Y/N was just telling me about all the sweet things Charles does for her,” Lily gushed.

“Oh god, when is he not doing things for her? Did you see him buttering her bread for her at dinner last week?”

Lily burst out laughing while you playfully punched Alex’s arm. “I’m indecisive! He butters it for me while I read the menu since it takes me so long to figure out what I want to order. It saves time!”

“He does that on a regular basis?” Alex asked incredulously, looking at Lily with wide eyes. “My god, that man is head over heels.”

“Alex,” you protested, “Charles is not in love with me. We’ve been friends for six years, I think I would know by now.”

“You’re both impossible,” Alex groaned. “Come on, Lily, I just came over to get you so we could play water polo with George and Carmen.”

Lily sighed in defeat, though she had a smile on her face at the thought of spending time with Alex even if it meant another competition. “I’ll see you, later, yeah?” She called over her shoulder, waving goodbye as you teased her by dramatically eating another slice of orange and settling back in your chair. At the front of the boat, Charles was laughing with Pierre and almost as if he felt you looking, he turned around and met your gaze.

Even though you had just wholly denied anything more than friendship between you and him, you couldn’t help but think about your interactions with Lily and Alex.

Sure, Charles sometimes did things that were out of the ordinary for ‘just friends’, but he had the sweetest soul of anyone you’d ever met. He always sacrificed his umbrella or jacket for you, made sure you had fresh tulips in your apartment when he was home in between races, had your favorite meal delivered to you when you were having a rough day while he was away and you missed him.

You did things for him too – cleaned his apartment when you knew he was on his way back to Monaco, left him plenty of sticky notes with words of encouragement if he was coming back from a bad race, stocked his fridge full of his favorite things. Recently, you’d been gifting him annotated books because he mentioned he wanted to read more and always enjoyed listening to you talk about your favorite novels. Since you spent most of the year apart, you decided he could at least read your thoughts.

When you could come to races, unfortunately a rare occurrence due to your graduate classes and work schedule, he made sure Ferrari hospitality had your favorite flavor of sparkling water on hand. Anytime you saw a cute dog video, you would send it to him because they always made him smile.

You’d do anything to make him smile, just as he would for you, which is what a good friend would do. A best friend, it’s what a best friend would do.

But best friends didn’t linger in doorways and stare at each other’s lips when bidding each other goodnight. They didn’t cuddle close and fall asleep in each other’s arms on a couch while watching whatever movie you had chosen because he always let you choose.

They didn’t look at one another the way Charles was looking at you now – his sunglasses pushed up on top of his head and a dopey smile on his face. He waved to you and dramatically blew you a kiss, something he always did when he caught your eye across a room, no matter who was around.

You practically launched yourself to your feet, the last remaining orange slices in your lap falling to the lounger and staining the seat with juice. It was only seconds until you were standing in front of Charles but the walk over felt like an eternity with the way the world around you disappeared and your heart pounded in your chest.

“Est-ce que tu maimes, Charles?”

The question came out in one breath, your chest heaving in anticipation for his response.

“Of course, I love you, ma fleur,” he laughed. “What’s gotten into you?”

“No,” you panted. “Do you love me, Charlie? Est-ce que tu maimes?”

“Of course, I love you,” he answered again, his eyes shining and a small smile on his face that told you everything you needed to know. “Every time I think of you, I love you. Every time I breathe, I love you.”

“Every time you peel my oranges?” You whispered, holding up your orange juice-stained fingertips. He took your right hand in his and held it up to his face to kiss your palm, his eyelashes fluttering against you gently.

“Especially when I peel your oranges. Did you know that I hate doing it too? Like, really hate it. I don’t even peel them for myself.”

You gasped in shock, watching as he threw his head back and laughed jovially.

“I’d do anything for you, ma fleur. Mon soleil. Mon cœur.”

“Would you kiss me?”

“Maybe if Pierre would leave and stop gawking at us.”

This time you threw your head back to laugh, Charles soon joining you as Pierre protested the accusation.

“No, no,” he shouted, “you didn’t even give me a chance to leave. Just started declaring your love before I knew what was happening. Which, by the way, was so obvious it was starting to get annoying. We’ve all tried dropping hints to both of you so I don’t know who got through to you, Y/N, but – ”

“Pierre!” You shouted, eyes wide and arm gesturing him away from the two of you.

“Ah, désolé, I’m leaving,” he grumbled, almost tripping over his own feet to get away as quickly as possible.

You giggled again and Charles gripped your chin softly, pulling your eyes away from Pierre and back to face him.

He leaned in gently, as if he was afraid you would back away and regret taking the leap to go from friends to something so much more.

He tasted like salt water, smelled like sweet fruit and sunscreen – you smiled into the kiss knowing that he had listened to you and put it on, even though you knew he hated the way it felt on his skin.

His fingers gripped your waist and yours trailed up his chest – both of you slightly sticky from the citrus juices and sweat from the sun.

You pulled away and nudged his nose with yours, breathing him in and wishing that this moment would never end. Charles lowered you both to the sun deck, adjusting until you were sitting between his legs and his arms were wrapped firmly around you, the two of you facing the sunset and open sea.

After a few moments, you broke the shared silence. “You know, I would have happily peeled an orange for you if you had ever asked me,” you asserted.

Charles’ hold on you softened at your admission, the thinly veiled meaning not at all lost on him as he pressed his lips to your cheek.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

[inkskinned]

i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.

[inkskinned]

i wrote this 7 years ago, somehow. every day someone else finds it and whispers to me - oh, i understand this. something always turns in the wash of my stomach: i am so, so glad you feel seen. i wish you had no idea what this post was about.

i wrote this while working in a program for new writers. on wednesdays, two of the teachers would be contractually obligated to read our writing aloud to the group of 300+ teens. i had never read my work in public before. i had something like 6k poems and was panicking about it. none of them are good enough. sometimes the train is howling. it is hard, actually, sometimes, even as an adult.

and then i thought - what is one thing i wish i could tell all of them. each of these 300 kids. what did i need to hear, at 16?

i wanted to tell them about the day you wake up, and the sun feels warm finally. i wanted to tell them about carving a life out of soapstone, your hands turning bloody. i wanted to tell them that sometimes yes - it actually does feel easy. i wanted to tell them about weddings and cookie dough and long road trips. about albums of new music and old friends laughing and the sound of snow falling.

you will learn the pattern of the train. you will learn to close your eyes when you hear the engine rumbling. you will learn to let yourself have the grey days in their lily-soft numbness. sometimes it will feel like life is wet paint, and god has smeared your canvas across a sewer grate. sometimes it will be so boring it isn’t even pronounceable - the tenacious, soundless blankness. survival isn’t just ugly nights and wild mornings. it is also the steady, unimportant moments. it is just driving with your seatbelt on. it is calling a friend on the way home. it is burying your face into the fur of your dog.

when i had finished reading this poem aloud, the auditorium was silent for a solid minute. someone stood up to take a picture of where it had been projected onto a screen, and then three more people followed the action, and then - like a bad internet story, people remembered they were supposed to be clapping. kids came up to me after it - thank you for writing that. i think i hear a train coming.

i would write this differently now, i think, but it has been 7 years. i still live by the tracks. i also haven’t picked up a blade in over 10 years. the scars are still there, but these days i only pick up scissors to cut my hair. i know why you can’t tell your mom about it. i know how the numbness slips over everything, a restless horrible cotton. i know how when you dropped the dish, you weren’t crying about the broken glass. i know about feeling like all the roads have closed their exits, that you aren’t supposed to still-be-here - and yet.

i am still here, and still yours, and i haven’t forgotten. what i’m saying is if any hope is calling to you - i know it’s hard, but you have to listen. i’m saying keep driving, but slow down the car. sit down in the shower, i’m not judging you. we can stay in the dark with the good hot water and do nothing but stare. notice the stab wound. make it through another tuesday.

i know what it is like to miss yourself. do what you need to. come home to me. i am writing to you, my past self, from the future. i’ll be waiting for you.

and when the train is coming - please move.

[flyingfabio]

lewis hamilton leaving mercedes and marc marquez leaving honda being announced in the span of 4 months is crazy CRAZY

[dantakeyoman]

𖦹⭒°｡⋆ avatar: the way of water

ONESHOTS

neteyam SULLY

     ╰┈➤ neteyam saving you as you fall off lo’ak’s ikran (sfw)  ,  neteyam has something important to tell you as you patch him up (sfw)  ,  you sing neteyam his mother’s songcord to calm him down (sfw)  ,   you are nearly killed during a hunting party, and neteyam panics (sfw/angst)  ,  neteyam sees you for the first time and falls head over heels (sfw),, pt 2 (sfw)  ,  neteyam defends you from ao’nung and his friends (sfw/comfort) , pt 2 (sfw)  ,  you take the bullet for neteyam, and are nearly killed in the process (angst/comfort)  ,  prologue (slight-nsfw)  ,  neteyam returns from the metkayina and falls in love with you again after seeing you (sfw/comfort)  ,  you want your avatar to become fully na’vi, but neteyam is firmly against it (sfw/slight-angst)  ,  you and kiri overhear lo’ak giving neteyam advice on how to ask you out (sfw/comfort)  ,  metkayina girls start falling at neteyam’s feet and you, his mate, gets jealous (sfw/comfort)

jake SULLY

     ╰┈➤ neytiri is nearly killed during a hunting party, and jake panics (sfw/angst)

[girlfromenglishclass]

“A modern retelling” oh so you mean worse

[disgruntled-neighborhood-wife]

“A Muppet retelling” oh so you mean better

[thebearchives]

leclerc's type | CL16

PAIRING: charles leclerc x fem!reader

REQUESTED: [X] yes [] no

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

SYNOPSIS: who would have thought that all three leclerc brothers had the same taste in women? 

WARNINGS: i have no idea how f3 works aside from the fact that there’s sprint and feature races so if there is any inaccurate information…close your eyes, some french and Italian + translations, arthur being a little shit

as always, don't be a ghost reader!

charles and yourself had yet to expose your relationship to either of your families, so it was a surprise, really, when charles asked you to accompany him to arthur’s race in monza. 

with his arms wrapped around you, a pout painted on his lips, he whined out a small “pretty please?”

you cupped his puffed up cheeks, “you are such a baby, charles. i didn’t say no yet.”

“yet?” his pout intensified, “please, amour, i want you to meet my family and everyone is going to be there.”

“are you sure?” you caressed his cheek with your thumb, “we’ve never really talked about meeting the family yet. what sprung this on?”

“i just think we’re ready,” charles’ eyes were so soft as they gazed into yours, “when i think of my family, you’re included. even if everyone is going to be there in italy, without you, it wouldn’t feel complete to me.”

you couldn’t help it, using your hands that were cupped around his cheeks to pull him closer. you pushed up and connected your lips together in a sweet kiss.

when you pulled back, charles’ lips were still puckered slightly, his eyes shining with unspeakable amounts of love. you gave him a watery smile and he smiled back. 

“you can’t say those things unless you want me to cry,” you pulled a hand back to wipe your eyes before the unshed tears made their way down your face, “i’d love to meet your family, mon cher.” my dear.

charles’ nose crinkled as you poked it with your forefinger, “je t’adore, mon amour.” i adore you, my love.

“je t'aime plus que tout au monde,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him close, placing a kiss against the base of his neck. i love you more than anything else in the world.

the weeks leading up to the races in italy became increasingly more hectic. you had started with going to work like regular, while charles would leave to go to his own races, calling you as soon as he landed in whatever city he was to complain about how he wished he could be back in your arms. 

then, you asked for days off from work, and when the request was approved, you felt yourself starting to panic. it was happening. you would be meeting charles’ family for the first time. the calls between you and charles turned from soft ‘i miss you’s to ‘is this appropriate for when i meet your mom? should i go shopping? i have no clothes, charles, your mother is going to hate me’. 

charles had only smiled softly, wishing he could have been there in person to quell your fears, “mon amour, what you wear will have no effect on how my mother will perceive you. you could show up in a garbage bag for all she’d care.”

you had scowled at the camera and charles laughed before continuing, “i love you, chérie, and i know my mother will love you just as much as i do…okay, maybe a little less because no one can love you as much as me.”

you had sighed, flopping back on your bed which had been covered with clothes, “i’m sorry for acting this way. i’m just nervous.”

“you’ve nothing to apologize for,” he wished he could jump through the phone to reach you, “and nothing to be nervous for either, ange.”

you sat up abruptly, “what if your brothers hate me?”

charles had thrown his head back and laughed loudly, sobering up when you whined out his name, “this is serious, charles!”

“mon amour, they would be crazy not to like you. i’d be surprised if they didn’t like you as much as i did.”

and if only either of you had realized how right he would be.

you had flown in with charles at the start of the week, a bundle of nerves sparking in your chest that charles had quickly extinguished by telling you that his mother would be arriving later in the week. 

well, it was now later and the anxiety that you had been suppressing was bursting at the seams. 

you weren’t due to meet charles’ family officially until friday after free practices, with charles having planned an outing and dinner for his whole family before the races began for him and arthur. he had told you that he wanted to surprise his family, and as such, you had to avoid them as best as you could while on the paddock.

you couldn’t help but be thankful for charles’ idea, having been panicking the entire week leading up to the race at the idea of running into charles’ family without charles himself. 

and so, that led you to where you were now, walking around the paddock bright and early on media day, staying as far away from the ferrari garage as you could, to avoid any run-ins with the leclerc family, though life never seemed to work out in your favour ever.

you had finally caved, walking back towards the ferrari hospitality, in need of coffee and a place to escape the beaming sun. what you hadn’t accounted for was the tall man standing near the entrance, conversing with who you recognized to be charles’ manager. the two said a few words before the latter was off, no doubt making his way to charles.

the taller man turned around, and your eyes lightly widened as you realized you had been standing behind charles’ older brother. 

your eyes darted to the floor as his fell on your figure, “oh, i am so sorry. i’m totally blocking your way in.”

wow, he sounded a lot like charles. 

you realized, belatedly, that he had in fact been blocking the entrance, “oh, that’s okay! i only just got here.” you gave him a small smile.

it’s okay, you thought to yourself, he has no reason to think i’m charles’ girlfriend, he probably won’t even remember this interaction by later today. 

he moved over, hands gesturing to the door behind him, “after you.”

oh, fuck, he was coming in too. 

you nodded at him in gratitude, “thank you.”

you walked inside, mentally freaking out at how lorenzo was right behind you. you ignored him as best as you could, making a beeline towards the coffee station to the side. lorenzo had followed you.

“sorry,” he gave you a sheepish smile, starting on his own coffee on the station next to yours, “i hope you don’t think i’m following you.”

you were stuck. although not ideal for the plans you and charles had made, you had to play your cards right in this moment. first impressions would have to be really good if you were expecting a positive response from charles’ family.

you turned your gaze from the coffee machine to the eldest leclerc brother, “wouldn’t hold it entirely past you. for all i know, you could have been blocking the entrance just for this moment.”

ah, humour, your go-to route for any situation ever. worried? make a joke. sad? make a joke. overthinking? just make a joke!!!

lorenzo laughed lightly, “i promise, i wasn’t. i had just been on my way to grab a coffee when my brother’s manager had stopped me for a quick conversation and you came up just as he left.”

“don’t get too worked up,” you chuckled as the speed of his explanation. you could see where charles got some of his habits from, “i believe you. i’d been there to see todt walk off.”

from the corner of your eye, you could see him nod. as you busied yourself with making your coffee to your liking, you missed lorenzo’s calculating gaze as he gave you a once-over.

just as you threw away the used coffee pod, lorenzo spoke up again, “i’m lorenzo, by the way, charles’ brother.”

“i know,” you smiled at him. as worried as you had been, lorenzo had been very easy to talk to. 

“i’m y/n, charles’ not brother.”

your response had elicited a loud laugh from the older leclerc, “you’re quite the joker, aren’t you?”

you opted to shrug your shoulders with a small smile, blowing on your coffee before taking a sip. more sugar.

lorenzo made small talk, “do you work here at ferrari?” 

you shook your head, “no, no. would be amazing though, no? especially if i could travel the world as part of my job. charles is lucky.” 

fuck, you wanted to hit your head against the wall, why would you bring charles into the conversation. oh god, please let lorenzo just brush past that. 

he hummed in acknowledgement, “he is, indeed. but he’s also very deserving of it, you know? i don’t mean to sound biased but,”

“i know what you mean,” you continued, always ready to gush about your boyfriend, “he’s worked really hard to get to where he is. youngest driver for ferrari since 1961, that’s quite the achievement.”

the two of you chatted lightly for a few more minutes before lorenzo asked another question, “so then, what’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone?”

you tensed, cheeks reddening at his words. you opened your mouth and then closed it, repeating before you finally opened it to respond, “i–”

“lorenzo!” both of your heads turned to where the sound came from. your eyes caught sight of the figure waving his hands in the air, beckoning lorenzo over. it was arthur.

“sounds like someone needs your help,” thank god for arthur, huh?

“yeah, it seems i have to go now.” lorenzo looked back at you, “it was great meeting you, y/n.”

“likewise,” you nodded to him as you watched him leave, only one thought circulating your mind.

holy shit, your boyfriend’s older brother just tried to flirt with you.

luckily, the rest of media day had been rather uneventful and you were soon back in the hotel room you shared with charles, said driver gone to hang out with his brothers for a bit. 

friday morning had gone by smoothly, and with a little over an hour until the free practices, you were sitting in the ferrari hospitality, grabbing yourself a snack.

what you hadn’t noticed was the two men who had been looking at you from a distance away. lorenzo and arthur, with the former pointing you out discretely to the latter.

“n'est-elle pas jolie?” lorenzo nudged his youngest brother. isn’t she super pretty?

arthur nodded, “elle l'est. tu penses que j'ai une chance?” she is. do you think i have a chance?

lorenzo gaped at his younger brother, who laughed cheekily, “je l'ai vue en premier, arthur, n'y pense même pas.” i saw her first, arthur, don't even think about it.

the younger one shrugged, “oui, et tu as probablement ruiné tes chances avec elle. ton flirt est horrible.” yeah, and you probably ruined your chances with her. your flirting is horrible.

he pushed off from where he had been leaning, “watch and learn, mon frère. elle ne pourra pas résister à mon charme.” she won’t be able to resist my charm.

lorenzo watched in disbelief as his younger brother made his way to you, “du charme, mon cul. tout votre charme n'est qu'une copie de charles et moi.” charm, my ass. all of your charm is just a copy of charles and i.

a throat cleared behind you and you turned in your seat. the smiling face of the youngest leclerc was the first thing you saw, body freezing for a split second.

he pointed to the chair across from you, “is this seat taken?”

you took a look at the chair he pointed at before looking back at him, “not at all. do you nee-”

you watched as the boy sat down, hands coming up to rest on the table, “you don’t mind, right?”

your brows were furrowed in slight confusion as you tried to absorb what just happened, “uh, no. no, it’s alright.”

“i’m arthur,” he stuck his hand out.

you returned the handshake, “y/n.”

you couldn’t help but blush slightly, bewildered look on your face, as arthur brought your hand up and placed a kiss on the back of your hand. wow, he was laying it on thick.

“beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” unlike when lorenzo had called you pretty, you didn’t freeze up. instead, you found yourself giggling.

you pulled your hand out from arthur’s light hold, using it to cover your mouth, “oh, i am so sorry. i promise i’m not laughing at you. it’s just that you are very cute.”

arthur’s face dropped, “cute?”

god, his pout was just like charles’.

you nodded, a smile still lingering on your lips, “adorable, even.”

you didn’t know how it was possible but his face dropped even more, “adorable??”

you let out a loud laugh, “oh, mon dieu. you’re just like your brother.”

and you fumbled again. wow, you really couldn’t go a conversation without talking about your boyfriend, huh?

“lorenzo?” arthur asked, “wait, you speak french?”

you only smiled, letting him guess the answers to either question.

arthur took your smile as a yes to both questions, “listen, i am nothing like my brother. il est complètement idiot quand il s'agit de parler aux jolies filles. moi, d'un autre côté, je suis un naturel.” he's a total idiot when it comes to talking to pretty girls. me, on the other hand? i'm a natural. 

“ah, is that what this is? you being a natural?” you smirked, watching as his cheeks flushed slightly.

“well, sometimes, the really pretty girls make me a bit nervous.” arthur scratched the back of his head. ah, he was like a mini charles.

you smiled, “well, as honoured as i am to be considered a ‘really pretty girl’, i’m afraid i’m a bit too old for you, bud.”

arthur groaned, planting his head in his arms against the table, “this is going horribly for me.”

“i told you, your charm is non-existent,” another voice called out from behind you. it was lorenzo.

he came around the table and smacked the back of arthur’s head, “tu es vraiment un idiot.” you are such an idiot.

you laughed at arthur’s sorrowful expression, “oh, i think he’s got quite the charm. just not enough years under the belt.”

lorenzo smiled apologetically at you, “i am so sorry for whatever he has said to you in the past five minutes.”

you waved him off, “no worries, arthur is quite the company.”

you looked at the time, deciding it would be good to go back to the garage to see charles once before he started his practices, “well, boys. i’ve got to head out. it was great meeting you, arthur! and seeing you again today, lorenzo, i’m sure i’ll catch you guys again somewhere on the paddock.”

the two brothers returned your goodbye, waiting for you to leave before arguing about who had a more realistic shot with you.

you couldn’t help but laugh as you heard a few seconds of their conversation. if only charles had realized how right he would be about his brothers liking you as much as him. turns out, all the leclerc brothers had the same taste in girls.

although you had told them you would, you didn’t see the two leclerc brothers for the rest of your day on the paddock. you went home with charles soon after the free practices ended, both excited to get ready and have dinner with his family.

having already met and conversed with both of charles’ brothers, you couldn’t help but feel less nervous for the dinner. pascale had been the only one you hadn’t met yet, and objectively, she was the one to impress. but now that you knew all three of her boys, you were sure that she had to be nice to have raised such kind boys.

now, the pair of you were sat in charles’ ferrari, driving to the restaurant of his choosing. one of his hands rested on your thigh, rubbing circles against the skin.

“sei bellissima, amore.” you loved it when charles spoke in italian, something about the way he sounded just drove your head crazy. you look so beautiful, love.

“grazie, tesoro,” thanks, honey. you gave him a soft smile, “but please don’t say anything else in italian, you know i can’t understand it.”

“i’ll just have to teach you, then,” charles stopped at a stop light, the hand on your thigh turning around as if asking for your hand.

you placed your hand in his and he squeezed it, “you are less nervous today.”

you squeezed his hand back, playing with the watch that was on his wrist, “oui, i actually met your brothers yesterday and today.”

“oh, no. how are you recovering?” charles joked.

“they were quite the charmers, i will say that.” you sighed, looking at your boyfriend’s side profile, “you guys have a lot in common, actually.”

“only good things, i hope.”

“well, i know that you all have excellent taste.” at his confused expression, you waved him off, “story for the dinner, maybe.”

soon, charles had parked and you two were walking into the restaurant hand-in-hand. from afar, you could make out the rough figures of lorenzo and arthur at the table in the far left corner. as you got closer, you could see a woman sitting with them. pascale.

when you two got close enough to the table, you pulled your hand from charles’ grasp, instead clasping your own hands together at the front of your body. charles gave you a small smile filled with reassurance before taking the final step, garnering the attention of his whole family.

lorenzo’s eyes moved past charles and onto you, a confused look on his face, “y/n?”

arthur’s head shot up at the sound of your name, “y/n? she’s here?”

his frantic eyes zeroed into yours, before looking over at his brother confused.

charles smiled, reaching a hand out to wrap around your waist and pull you forward, “maman, boys, je vous présente ma petite amie, y/n.” i want you to meet my girlfriend,

you smiled, “bonjour! ravi de vous rencontrer tous,” your eyes went from pascale to the two boys in front of you, “officiellement cette fois.” hello! nice to meet you all…officially this time.

at charles’ announcement, both brothers felt their jaws drop.

“merde,” lorenzo breathed out, face growing redder as he looked at your wide smile. shit.

arthur closed his eyes, hands coming up to hide his face “oh mon dieu, on a flirté avec la petite amie de charles.” oh my god, we flirted with charles' girlfriend.

“tu as fait quoi?!” you did what?!

[champagneholland]

Let me down easy | Charles Leclerc

Author’s notes: nothing, consider this my (late) Christmas present for you Warnings: mention of death and grief, he is a bit of a jerk sometimes, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers vibes Summary: Lily and Alex exchanged complicit looks from time to time and the driver could not help himself when he said "Your story is much better than ours, I just slid into her DMs on Instagram". Masterlist Don’t you gonna tell me that you loved while you leavin’ If you’re gonna leave me now (oh-oh) If you’re gonna let me down Let me down, easy If you’re gonna let me down

(Daisy Jones and the Six)

"So", Lily said, her elbows on the table "how did you two meet?". The question brought an uncomfortable silence to the room. Y/N and Charles exchanged a look, not knowing what to do or say. It was all because of Albon, as usual. He had been begging Charles to plan a double date to introduce his new girlfriend, Lily, to them. "She does not know anyone, I am sure she will get along with Y/N and you are my buddy, I want to know what you think of her" Alex said as they played video games. Charles sighed and reluctantly accepted. He texted her but made sure to avoid the term "double date" otherwise she would have freaked out and come up with some random excuse. But here we are now, stuck in an uncomfortable situation where both wanted to disappear. "We are not together" Y/N said, "We are just... friends?". It came out more as a question than a statement. Lily squinted her eyes and blushed "Sorry, you guys have great chemistry and I thought... Well…" Alex came to her rescue "They have known each other for a while" he explained "but you can still tell us how you met. I don’t think I have ever heard this story either".

They met in kindergarten on the very first day. Their tiny lockers were next to each other. She remembered that the first time their eyes met, his mum was helping him take off his shoes. They were both shy to talk to each other so their mothers had to start the conversation for them. They soon became inseparable, attached to the hip every day, including weekends when their family often met to make them play together. "Have you noticed our parents always kiss?" he asked once. "It’s so gross" she laughed. "So gross" he echoed "Do you think we’ll also kiss like that all the time?" The little girl shrugged "I have no idea. We are probably too young". Charles nodded in agreement "Once we are grown, I’ll kiss you like them".

When she was eight, her family moved to Paris due to her father’s work. They both cried for days and nothing could console them, not even their parents’ promises that they would keep in touch and meet as often as possible. "Don’t find yourself another best friend" he said, teas wetting his round cheeks. "I won’t" was her reply before giving him one last hug. Their parents exchanged a complicit smile: they always knew something was up with those two.

Their paths met again when they were sixteen and her family moved back to Monaco. Even if they tried their best, distance won. As time passed, they started to feel the lack of the other almost less, they had been making new friends and rarely calling each other until they stopped out altogether. This is why Charles’ heart missed a beat when the first day of the new year his teacher introduced her in front of the class. He immediately noticed she had turned into a beautiful girl and her chest was not flat like it used to. When their eyes met, he was quick to move his gaze to the floor. He had no idea what to tell her. Was it best to pretend he did not recognise her? Or maybe he needed to make the first move and even introduce her to his new friends? Luckily for him, Y/N took the matter in her hands and walked towards him the moment he was alone in the corridor. "Hi Charles," she said politely "How are you?" He struggled to find the right words. Also her voice had changed, it was more mature, but there was still some sweetness to it. Charles managed to put some words together and after that first obstacle, the conversation flew naturally. She told him they had just moved back and that her mother was eager to meet his parents again. For a moment both felt like those eight years apart never existed. They were still making plans like they used to do when they were kids. But Charles had new friends now, he was very focused on racing and girls were becoming a bit of a distraction. He was not sure she could have been part of that mix. His friends in particular did not seem to like her that much. Y/N had always been very diligent, she did not like to create chaos and always respected authorities. Charles, on the other hand, was more mischievous, always making a mess but getting away with it due to his charm. In class, he did not pay attention and usually laughed at his mates making fun of teachers and disturbing the class, sometimes even engaging with that. "Y/N is such a bore" one of the boys said once as they were smoking a cigarette hidden in the school yard "Such a shame because she is really fit". All the other guys nodded in agreement "I bet she had never been kissed". Charles sat uncomfortably and hoped the ground would swallow him. He did not like the direction that the talk was taking. "She surely is a freak, she acts all innocent, but she definitely isn’t" Marco said passing the cigarette to Charles "You used to be friends, right? Have you ever tapped her?" Immediately all the eyes were on him. He took the cigarette and passed it to Joris "I mean, we were kids when we were friends". "I bet she would let you tap her now" David exclaimed and someone chuckled in the background. "It’s so obvious she fancies you" Joris explained noticing Charles’ confused expression. "You know what would be funny? If you managed to make out with her. Sure she would like it" Marco’s words provoked a general hysteria in the group "Just make her believe she stands a chance".

She had always been the smartest person in the room, and she knew about that. Charles on the other hand has always been a bit dumb, but she never made him feel that way. "You are just distracted" she always said to make him feel better. The excuse to approach her was school. He was failing most of the subjects and his parents were furious. Reluctantly, he approached her when their class was at the gym for physical education. Charles asked her if she could tutor him while all his friends were playing football and she accepted, offering him a warm smile. He did not know that his mates had actually seen him and kept playing unbothered.

They started meeting on Fridays and Saturdays at her house. Her parents were usually away, and she had the house for herself. After so many years apart, they were finally spending time alone. At first, Y/N took her tutor role very seriously, but Charles always managed to distract her and after a mere hour they were playing video games or eating junk food. "How’s your house?" she said once as they lay in bed. Charles shrugged "Uhm, pretty much the same". "Does Lorenzo still hide cookies in the same jar?" He chuckled and turned to face her. She was wearing a plain T-shirt and some shorts. He pretended not to stare too long at her bare legs, but his eyes always wandered there. "Fourth shelf on the left, the tin jar" she concluded. Charles could not lie to himself: they had so much fun as kids and she had been (indeed) his best friend. She had probably spent more time at his place than hers, with her parents always fighting she would often spend the weekends at the Leclercs. They were a sort of second family. "I won’t lie, I really miss those times" Charles finally admitted "Maybe you can come by one of these days. I am sure my mom would love to see you". She smiles at him "I thought you’d never ask". His mouth turned into a cheeky grin "Are you still ticklish?" Y/N widened her eyes "No", but her body language told him otherwise. It was a matter of seconds before he was on top of her, his hands on her waist searching for the most sensitive spots. She yelled, cried, laughed and tried to push him away from her with her knees and feet, but he was stronger, and a hand was holding both her wrists above her head. Just like in the cheesiest movies, they quickly moved from hilarity to seriousness. Charles quickly scanned her face and then her eyes trying to find a sign.

“You can kiss me if you like” she timidly said.

He did not wait any longer and closed the distance between their lips before she could change her mind. Charles was much more experienced than her who had only kissed another boy at a party right before moving back to Monaco. They spent the rest of the evening in bed in each other’s arms. From time to time their eyes met and that was a sign to kiss again. He brushed his lips on top of hers a dozen times and then on her cheeks, nose and forehead until she started giggling. Y/N was happy, but not for too long.

Charles only told Joris, who told David, who told Marco who told half of Monaco. Everyone knew about their kiss and the story about it became more extravagant every time he heard a new version of it. Everyone knew about their kiss and the story became more and more outlandish every time he heard a new version of the gossip. He could not understand how such an intimate moment could provoke so much general hysteria but above all nastiness. Marco kept saying that the kiss had been 'social suicide' and that he risked losing popularity. Some girls had sworn that Y/N had a boyfriend in Paris, but she cheated on him all the time. Still others said that Y/N had mononucleosis and that Charles now had it too. Luckily, when the scandal broke, Y/N was in Paris at her father’s, it was only Charles who suffered the consequences of his actions and harassment by his friends. Unfortunately, however, he was the cause of his own ills when he exclaimed to Marco “You were the ones who told me to do it, don’t turn your back on me now”. It was like throwing petrol on the fire, people went back to speculating about what had happened until it was ruled that that was the final version: Charles had kissed her for fun, a little bet made between friends to her detriment. Charles still remembered the hateful look she gave him as soon as he returned to class. He sat in his seat and spoke to no one for the rest of the day and as soon as the last bell rang, he ran home. He stood outside her front door all afternoon alternating between intercom calls and calls on his mobile and landline but received no answer.

They did not interact anymore after that day. They finished high school without exchanging a word even if Charles had tried many times to gain the courage to talk to her. Every time he sought to approach her, he was welcomed by a glare that could have (and would have) petrified him. On the day of their graduation, his mother could not stop mentioning her. "Is that Y/N? You did not tell me she turned so beautiful", "She has always been pretty", "Best student of the year! I had no doubt". Pascale looked at her with so much pride and joy a stranger would have assumed she was Y/N’s mother. But she was right, Y/N was the whole package: kind, smart and beautiful and he felt even worse thinking about what had happened. He did not do well, he barely passed. Teachers had been extra kind with him considering he was doing amazing with races, and everyone knew he would have become a champion. And so he did, finally moving to Formula 1. They spoke again after the funeral. Charles was devastated and after the ritual at the church, he decided to go home with Lorenzo and other people who also came to the ceremony. He did not want to witness the burial, instead, he was sitting on his parents’ bed, the lights off, when, all of a sudden, he heard someone opening the door. "Go away," he said without even looking. He thought it would have been his mother, Lorenzo or one of those aunts he could barely remember the name of. "Sorry," Y/N said closing the door. Charles could have not turned his head any faster "Wait!" he yelled "I had no idea it was you". She slowly opened the door and entered the room. She was wearing a black dress and a pearl necklace, her hair in an elegant bun. "I am sorry, Cha" she began as she sat on the opposite side of the bed "I loved him like a father". A tear escaped from her lashes, and she quickly dried it with the palm of her hand. As she looked around, memories of their childhood spun in her head. "Do you remember that time we wanted to play adults? We came here and made a mess" she smiled at the memory. Charles chuckled too "You were wearing my mum’s heels and her lipstick" "And then your father came here. There were clothes everywhere, but instead of scolding us, he laughed. He even taught you how to wear a tie" she continued. "I still don’t know how to tie them" he admitted showing her how bad his tie looked. She shook her head and was quick to fix it. That proximity made him think about the day they kissed. Now that he was more mature, he realised how cruel he had been to her, taking advantage of her good heart. "I am sorry about what happened in hig-" "Don’t finish it" she said, her voice harsh "I don’t want to talk about it". She fixed his tie and she took a few steps away from him. Her mood suddenly changed, she was detached as if she had taken the shock. "Has everyone gone yet?" he asked. "They have". Charles nodded "Do you want to check if Lorenzo has left any cookies?"

The atmosphere was cosy, the environment was slightly illuminated and the plates he managed to spy from the fast waiters seemed inviting. Charles was enjoying his meal with his teammate and colleagues in his hometown. "Fuck me" Pierre states, his eyes looking at something (someone) in the distance "I am going home with her tonight". Charles followed his friend’s eye, and his jaw almost touched the floor. He excused himself and walked towards the figure who was giving him the shoulders. "Hello, Y/N," he said making her jump. The girl turned around, one hand on her heart and the other holding the phone. She was wearing a black and white uniform and the trousers were so tight he could get a great view of her ass. It was immediately clear that she wanted to disappear as her face turned red. "C-Charles" she looked around hoping her colleagues were too busy working to pay attention to her "W-What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?" She knew what he was referring to and he did not hesitate to say it out loud "Why are you working here? I mean... You are rich!" She rolled her eyes and started moving so that her boss would not scold her "I am not rich, my parents are". "Well, let me buy you a drink. For the old-time sake," Charles said following her around the room. "I am working, Charles. Not all of us can make a living out of what they love" her words hurt her more than him. He did not want to insist, he knew he was lucky to have an almost perfect life, but he was not the kind of guy to give up easily. Fate wanted that it was Y/N to take the orders. Charles behaved this time, and she was thankful he did not make her feel uncomfortable in front of everyone. Pierre noticed immediately something was up by the way Charles looked at her, and he also witnessed him talking to the pretty waiter earlier. "You know her?" the French asked. Charles smiled "She’s someone I can’t let go of". He waited in his car until her shift ended. He felt like a bit of a stalker, but his intentions were nothing but noble: offering her a lift and talking to her. To be fair, he was dying to know why she was just a waiter. It was a noble job, he was not judging, but Y/N had too much potential to be confined to a restaurant. She finally walked through the door and towards the parking lot. She spotted him immediately (his Ferrari was very flashy) and pretended not to see him and headed to the street. Charles followed her and rolled down the window "I thought you might need a ride home, it’s full of weirdos out there". "I agree. They are closer than you think" she said ironically. He smiled at her sass "Let me give you a ride home and you won’t see me again" a thunder interrupted him "It’s also about to rain, please Y/N get inside". She sighed and then reluctantly opened the door to get in the car. She whispered the address and Charles did not say a word: it was on the other side of the city. "So, how’s life?" he asked. "Fine. Great. Amazing." she replied monotone. "How’s work?" She glared at him "Listen, if you are here to make fun of me I’ll jump out of the car". "That was not the intention" Charles quickly said too afraid of ruining his chance to be with her "But I am just... Curious, you know? Can I at least know if you have to walk home alone every night? Is your boyfriend too busy to pick you up?" Y/N shrugged "My boyfriend was too busy sleeping with other people, and I need to buy a new car". Charles nodded silently, all he could think about was the fact she was single. He put on some music and drove to her place in complete silence. The area where she lived was not as beautiful as the one they grew up in and his curiosity intensified, but decided to keep his thoughts to himself. "I can come and pick you up tomorrow," he said as she was getting out of the car. "I don’t think so" she replied "but thanks anyway".

It became an ordinary habit. Whenever he could, he waited for her outside the restaurant to pick her up. After three weeks and a half, he convinced her to grab a drink and that also became part of their routine. "What time do you finish tomorrow?" he asked when he parked his car. "I don’t work tomorrow" she said and Charles tried to hide his disappointment "but we can still do something if you like". His eyes lit up again. She was asking him to do something. He felt like a girl being asked to prom by the quarterback of their school. "Is it a date?" "It is certainly not a date".

It was not a date, but it certainly felt like one. She was much more relaxed than usual, she was wearing ordinary clothes and stronger make-up, and her hair was not put in the same elegant bun as when she worked, but straight on her shoulders. They went to a fast food (Y/N made it very clear: no fancy restaurants) and Charles made her laugh from the moment they sat till they finished eating. They had a walk near the harbour and there they spotted a minigolf meant for kids but decided to play anyway. "What’s the price?" Charles asked before starting the game. "It’s a game for kids," she remarked but the driver was too stubborn "Okay so, what do you want?" "A kiss, from you" was his decision. Y/N immediately felt uneasy as she remembered the last time they kissed, his friends made fun of her so he quickly added "Or a drink. Yeah, let’s stick to the drink". His competitive nature made him win. Obviously. Before withdrawing his prize, his eyes spotted the wheel and insisted on getting on it. Y/N was not sure about it, being scared of heights, but Charles promised her it was fun and not too high as she might have thought. She squeezed herself close to him and he enjoyed the proximity. Her hand was holding the railing in front of them, and he decided to put his hand on hers. Surprisingly, she did not say anything, probably too scared to notice or maybe she did not mind. When the wheel reached the top, it suddenly stopped. "Oh my God" she exclaimed, "we are stuck". Charles chuckled "It does it all the time. It’s perfectly normal". Minutes passed by, and they still did not move, and her fear was growing. He then realised that they were indeed stuck. A technical issue or something like that.

Attempts to console her and apologise were futile. It had never happened to be stuck on a wheel, let alone at the top. Y/N was inconsolable, nothing he could say was to help her. So, he took the chance to get his prize and kissed her. The words she was babbling died in her throat as his lips met hers. Charles put his hand on her cheek and caressed her soft skin with his thumb. He did not want to break that contact. First of all, he enjoyed kissing her, her lips were soft and tasted delicious. Secondly, he did not know when he would have kissed her again (was he even getting another chance to do so?). And lastly, he was terrified of her reaction. Was he about to get slapped or punched? Instead, he was welcomed by a soft giggle. "Well played, Leclerc" was all she said. A couple of days passed, and they did not mention the kiss, but the tones were definitely more cordial. She could not help but find an excuse to touch him in some ways. One time he had something in his hair, or his jokes were too funny she had to hold onto his arm because she was laughing too much. It was hard to hide picking her up was the best time of his day. "Do you want to come inside?" she asked him that night, pointing at her building with a head gesture. Charles’ heart did a backflip at her proposal, but he had to turn it down "I have a plane to catch in three hours" he confessed and her disappointed face did not go unnoticed "But I am coming back on the weekend, to celebrate my mom’s birthday. Why don’t you join us? I am sure she’ll be delighted to see you again".

So, plans were made. Y/N was officially the surprise at Pascale’s birthday party. Charles was extremely happy, and everyone could sense something was up. "Why are you so smiley today?" Arthur asked curious. "No particular reason, can’t I just be happy?" Arthur looked at him closely, he could have fooled anyone but not his brother "You are showing your ‘I am in love’ grin. You are hiding something, or, better, someone". Charles just shrugged and stole some chips from the bowl. At that moment, Y/N arrived. Lorenzo opened the door and welcomed her with a huge smile and a hug. The younger Leclerc was looking at the scene from the balcony and Arthur followed Charles’ eyes. It was the easiest calculation he ever had to make in his life. "It’s her!" he exclaimed giving a swelling to his brother’s rib "Oh my God, I can’t believe that after all these years you are still crushing on her". Charles shook his head and played the innocent card "I have no idea what you are talking about mate" and with that, he left the youngest brother to his conspiracy theories. Y/N was wearing a summer dress and heels, she was a dream and he wanted to unwrap her as a present. He walked behind her as she was still talking to Lorenzo and wrapped his hands around her making her squirm. "Sorry, Lollo," he said, "we have someone more important to meet". She giggled as Charles used his body to push her away from his brother and towards the living room where his mother was chatting with some friends. When Pascale spotted them, her eyes lit up and excused herself to squeeze Y/N between her arms. That was the only time Charles and Y/N were not touching each other in some ways. He always made sure to stand close to her while talking to other guests, his hand was placed on her lower back as he guided her to meet other old friends and relatives and he could not help but gently remove a tiny lash that fell on her cheek. His mother was enthusiastic to see her again, she kept repeating she ‘could not believe you are actually here’ and that she was ‘so happy to see you two together’, this last statement made both of them gulp. Y/N enjoyed the party just as much as Charles did. She had to leave early though, as her shift was getting closer. Pascale gave her one final hug and the girl promised they would meet for a coffee just the two of them to ‘fill each other up with gossip and whatnot’. "I have always known you two would have met again eventually" she told her son "Some pages are already written". Charles did not get the meaning of those words or maybe pretended not to. As Y/N was already on the street, Charles yelled her name from the balcony, telling her to wait. He appeared seconds later with his car key in his hand. "I am not sure I can pick you up later, let me give you a ride now" to which she gladly accepted. He was restless as he drove her to the restaurant. Earlier that week Albon said something about his new girlfriend and how he wanted him to meet Lily because ‘I care a lot about your opinion’ and ‘Lily is wonderful’ but especially ‘I want to meet Y/N too, you always smile when her name appears on your screen’. A couple of days went by, and he still had not asked her to accompany him to the date. "You know," he said once on the road "A friend of mine has a new girlfriend. He wants me to meet her, and he asked to bring a friend too..." "Sounds like a double date to me," she said with a smirk. Charles widened his eyes and almost panicked "We don’t have to make it look like one". "Okay," she said, "as long as it’s not a double date, I’ll meet your friends".

So, here we are now: the four of them sat at the same table. The evening was lovely, just like Lily, who seemed very eager to get two to know Alex’s friend and Y/N. As Charles and Y/N told the couple the story of how they met, lost touch, met again and the whole sequence over again, they both avoided what they believed were the most sensitive parts. Y/N was very careful at avoiding admitting she looked forward to their rides home, and Charles did not mention the butterflies in his stomach every time she smiled. As they spoke, they kept interrupting one another, adding their point of view and funny anecdotes and to do so, it was inevitable to touch the other. She kept touching his shoulder or his hand, and Charles would then put his arm on the back of her chair, staring at her. Lily and Alex exchanged complicit looks from time to time and the driver could not help himself when he said "Your story is much better than ours, I just slid into her DMs on Instagram". Charles and Y/N forced a laugh and Lily was kind enough to change the topic.

"Lily is... Nice" she started the conversation after a few minutes of silent drive. Charles was deep in his thoughts too and needed a moment to process she was speaking to him: "Uhm? Oh yes, she really is. They look good together". "I agree, a lovely couple they are". Luckily for them, Y/N’s house was just around the corner and they could finally end that embarrassing moment. The girl tried to open the door, but Charles leaned forward and closed it. "You seriously want to go home without even talking about it?" She gave him a confused look "Excuse me?" "I mean... You see the pattern too, right? We always gravitate towards each other, all these years, we have always lost and found each other again and again. Don’t you think this is a sign?" "You sound crazy," she said after a few seconds of silence, her eyes almost outside her orbit as she listened to that absurdity and, with a quick movement, she was out of the car. Charles followed her outside his Ferrari, "Maybe I am about you, do you seriously think we don’t belong together somehow?" "And then what? Uhm? Dump me again because I am not cool enough and don’t blend in with your cool friends?" she felt poisonous and bitter, but also proud to finally say out loud something she had kept inside for so long. "Are you still punishing me for something that happened in high school?" Charles exhaled a nervous chuckle. He could not forgive himself either for what he did, but at the same time that argumentation was getting old, and he was tired of her looking for excuses. He finally decided to step forward and approach her. She did not make a move when his hands reached her arms "I like you, and you like me too. We could make each other happy, in any way, if you just... Gave me one chance". Y/N took some time to stare into his eyes and search for any signs of hesitation. Unsurprisingly, she did not find any. "One last chance, Charles" she said with a serious tone "And if you don’t know how to satisfy me, I’ll call it quits right now". Charles smiled and pressed his forehead against hers "I’m pretty sure we won’t have issues on that front".

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Can I Get a Kiss? - LN

Summary: Lando always wants a kiss and he's not afraid to ask for it. Man is unapologetically WHIPPED.

PSA, Lando's outfit and specifically these photos make me sweat a little.

Lando would never say he's needy. Never.

Y/n would absolutely say Lando is needy. But that is definitely not a bad thing in her eyes.

"Wait, wait pause." Lando demands hearing the front door in his apartment open and close. "Baby! Is that you?"

"Oh for god sake." Max groans dropping back in his seat since he knows exactly what's about to happen.

"Yeah, it's me. Is everything ok?" Y/n smiles making him look at her for a moment before pulling his headphones off.

"Can I have a kiss?" He asks earning a small laugh from her before she leans over and kisses him softly, though one kiss apparently isn't enough and she's pulled into another kiss from the driver before sighing and settling down.

"Can I play for a bit?"

"Yeah, Max thinks you're better than me anyway." Lando jokes, though that's not even a lie.

Y/n ends up helping the boys on the mission all while feeling Lando hug her and continue to kiss her shoulder as his eyes watch her on the game and sometimes just watch her.

But eventually the game is over and she leaves Lando to play without her interference.

"Kiss, baby. Kiss." He reminds her almost as if he's lecturing her to remember that there is never a moment wrong to give him a kiss. Even if she's trying to leave him to stream.

-

"Ah ah ah! Y/n! Kiss." Lando exclaims seeing her walk into the garage since she was requested by Lando and Jon was sent to get her.

"You brought me in the garage for that?" Y/n laughs before looking at Zak who is in there and watching the young couple.

"I gave him my blessing because I'm sick of him pouting." Zak states with a shrug almost looking defeated but also not seeming all that bothered.

"So needy." Y/n jokes knowing while Lando denies it and she accepts it, Lando hates being called needy.

"Baby...Kiss." Lando grumbles, not whining but almost sounding annoyed she's been there for this long and he's not got to kiss her.

Deciding to be extra, she jumped up around his waist and catches him in a kiss that is movie ending worthy. Though admittedly she doesn't expect Ted Notebook to appear since it's ahead of qualifying.

Lando hoists her up onto the side counter which is a little higher than where she'd been sitting on his waist. His thumbs rubbing at her thighs as she sits there.

"Kiss." He murmurs earning a grin before she leans in kissing him again.

Later they see the footage everywhere and the McLaren PR team tell them both to reign it in with the PDA. But Lando has no intentions of doing that and y/n just nods along to keep the peace, though she knows that if Lando isn't listening then her promises will only be broken.

-

Padel is easily becoming the second choice of sport among the F1 drivers. Max, Charles, Alex, Carlos, George and Lando all play padel and even have matches.

Y/n doesn't involve herself in any form of sports than means going up against Lando. Purely because seeing the competitive nature in her boyfriend is one of the best things in her life and usually the adrenaline means she has a good time shortly afterwards wherever they can find a private spot. She'd rather be the involved in the part after.

But she does like watching. So she sits watching the match which is between Max and George vs Lando and Alex.

Seeing four drivers play against each other is honestly unusually. They play against each other when they get the chance but having only drivers playing against each other in teams, that's not so common.

During a short break to rehydrate, Lando moves to y/n who is guarding his stuff. He grins moving to her.

"Good luck kiss please?" Lando states after chugging a good half of his bottle of water.

"Yes." Y/n smiles hardly getting a chance to think before he's closed the space and his lips are pressed on hers. His hand moving under her chin to hold her in the kiss for a bit.

"We are all in relationships. No need to rub it in that you're the only one with a girlfriend who was free to be on hand whenever you want a kiss." George calls out making y/n smile and pull away, which in turn earns George the nastiest look he's ever got from Lando in the years of their friendship.

Not that it stops him from turning and stealing another kiss from her, much to her entertainment.

"Alright, thank you." Y/n laughs gently pushing him back.

"Any time." Lando smirks as he does stand up and look at the other boys who are now in a conversation. "I love you."

"I love you too, even if you can't go 0.5 seconds without needing a kiss."

"I'm not sorry for it." Lando shrugs then moving back. "Alright boys, let's get this finished. I'm bored of Alex and I winning all the time."

Obviously too cocky for what the real results of the matches are but it earns some laughs and they all move to get back into the match.

-

A bad qualifying is a burn to the ego and confidence, no kiss mends it but it helped him feel better just to have y/n there and be able to kiss her. A bad race, that's frustrating and while he stopped to get a kiss after the race while he changed to go to media and then before the debrief. Not that he's in any mood to discuss the diabolical weekend he's had.

He'd quite like to get on his flight home and not think about it.

"Kiss. Kiss. Kiss." Lando mumbles as he makes a b-line for y/n and catches her waist as she reaches and cups his face, kissing him several short times before allowing for a much longer and heavier kiss. "I want to go home."

They have a weekend without a race so going back to Monaco is on the agenda and Lando had already made sure the flight was due to take off as soon as they could get out of there. He even cut the debrief shorter than Andrea really wanted because he told them that he needed to leave for his flight.

So they're out of there quickly, with a few goodbyes and making sure their luggage has been sent ahead of them to the airport before they get on the private jet and fly back to Monaco.

Y/n ends up falling asleep cuddled up to Lando since it's not a short flight and he knows she's been trying to adjust to the time zone change with little success.

Lando is drawing shapes on her back, feeling her breath hitting his neck since her face was nuzzled into his neck but she's shifted slightly in her sleep so she's not quite so tightly against him.

Y/n has a history of mumbling in her sleep, especially when she's in a slightly lighter sleep and her subconscious seems unsure if she's awake or not.

"Kiss." Now Lando can't stop his small smile of amusement over hearing her mumble. He asks (and demands) for kisses all the time, but y/n never had to because he initiates it so often that she hasn't got a chance to want them before he's beat her to it. He does get his phone out wanting to capture if she speaks again and as if she sense him wanting to keep the sweet moment on camera forever. "Baby, kiss."

He feels her shift and he moves enough to catch her face scrunching up in upset. She shifts again before her eyes flutter open and he sees the anger behind them flashing before he kisses her and she melts into it as if she woke up purely to get a kiss.

"Sorry, baby. God back to sleep." Lando whispers feeling his mood much improved from just the past few moments.

"Ok. Kiss." She mumbles clearly still half asleep but he kisses her again on her demand before she decides that she got what she wanted and returns to being tightly pressed against him and hiding her face in his neck while he finally stops recording the moment.

[natwritesf1]

   My Sweet Love (Charles Leclerc x FemReader) 

Summary: The line between friendship and love starts to blur as she experiences a heartbreak. (Friends to lovers)

Word Count: 4.1K (A bit longer due to my absence) 

Warnings: Fluffy and angsty (insecure reader + dealing with a breakup) 

a/n: This is a request, I hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading. 

Heartbreak is the same thing as changing for a person that didn’t love you at all. It was crazy being so miserable and snappy at people who didn’t deserve it, especially when she was known for her kindness. 

So when Charles felt like his help and company were not enough, he had no choice but to try to fill her void with happiness, to keep insisting because that’s what friends are for. 

“Come on you have to get up amour, it’s time for you to be happy again” 

“You can’t decide that for me, let me be broken” 

“No, he’s happy now, isn’t he? So show him that you can and will be happier without him” 

“With who? He’s with her, while I have no one?” 

“You have me, you’ve always had me”

She knew that he was in love with her, since they were twenty they became instant friends. They met through mutual friends, and everyone thought that they would end up together, but they were platonic soulmates, nothing less or more than that, but he crossed that line when he couldn’t help but wish for the demise of every one of her relationships.

The previous one was torturous for him, three years seeing her be happy with someone that wasn’t him, someone that made her smile and laugh, and while he could do that too, he couldn't kiss her or love her like he wanted to. 

So when that asshole cheated on her, he not only felt anger but also disappointment that she never saw her value. She always ended up heartbroken, so it was time to put herself first. 

“It’s different Charles, and besides I just went through a breakup…”

“Amour you can take all the time to heal and recover but it’s been six months already” 

“So? No one asked you to help me” and he knew that his friend wasn’t the one talking, it was the evil version of her, the one that had no sympathy for anyone, not even for herself. 

“You’re right, you didn’t ask me, but I love you… and I trusted you to not hurt me, and right now you’re being a bad friend” with a kiss to her cheek he walked out of the room, that same room that was filled with guilt and sadness.

He couldn’t leave without at least providing her with a bit of love, because even though he was fuming and feeling unappreciated he still loved her too much to not leave a trace of him behind. 

Was she really that miserable that she was making him feel sad? She knew that he wasn’t the happiest person, his job was tough and draining, leaving him with so many self doubts that she swore to erase. 

So it was time to get up from her pity party, she showered, a bit of self care to look alive. She didn’t care about how she looked, not after Charles had  literally seen the worst version of her. 

The smell of some soup was bothering her nose, she knew that she would have to eat it to not make Charles feel bad, but he knew to never touch the kitchen without supervision. 

“You’re cooking?” She said with a bit of mockery. 

“You're alive!” There goes the teasing.

“Haha funny…” she shily approached his side, she wanted to be close to him, but she didn’t want to be rejected. So he was the one to pull her into his arms, in an embrace that she missed terribly.

“…I’m sorry for being mean, for losing myself in someone that didn’t love me, for allowing him to change the happy and empathetic person that I was, I didn’t even realize that I was hurting you” she said against his chest, her words were a bit muffled that’s how close she was to him but he still heard every single word. 

“It’s okay amour, I know that you were sad, it was selfish of me to demand your sane attention…” she pulled away, she had to if not the soup would’ve been beyond salvageable, he only gave her a sheepish grin. 

“No, but you were right, I have to start thinking about myself, to go back to the person that I was before, a happy girl…Charles are you sure this is edible?”

“I’m not sure?” She took a tiny sip of the broth, instant coughs as she ran for water and all she could think about was his beautiful loud laugh. 

“Did you try the soup or did you just want to put me out of my misery?” 

“I’m sorry I’ll order something” he said wiping his tears away. 

“Yes please” 

“I also have a surprise for you, so start packing, and please pack for the heavy winter” her confused eyes tried to find his, but he was only looking at his phone. 

“What?”

“Just go pack, we leave in about two hours” he never looked up from his phone and she also knew that their conversation was far from over. 

She still walked into her room, if there was something to note about her friendship with Charles is that you never question anything twice, she knew him better than she knew herself and she probably trusted him more than anyone else. 

He loved the same things as her and very rarely their interests didn’t align, but he wouldn't judge her or diminish her hobbies. He was there listening to her music, to her bad jokes, laughing along with no hint of embarrassment.

If she felt out of place, he would make her feel better or if she was embarrassed he would embarrass himself more, just to give people something to talk about. 

He was in no position to care about his image, yes he was relatively well known, but underneath all of his public self, he was a nice and loving person, who oftentimes was the life to her life, without him she wouldn’t be able to live, the love of her life, platonically or not. 

“The foods her…woah! That’s a big suitcase” 

“I can’t pack lightly, you haven’t told me where we’re going?” 

“ to the maintains…the snowy mountains of Chamonix”

“You probably only want to go skiing, which you know I can’t do” 

“Yeah, but now I haven’t giving you a chance to say no, we’re just going” 

“There’s a reason for that, I can’t survive the cold” 

“There’s fireplaces in each room, you’ll be fine and plus if you need another source of warmth I’m going as well” 

“Right so you only want cuddles?”

“Precisely, so let me help you pack, after we eat” they rushed eating, the breakfast was cold and dry, but they never cared about food, at least he didn’t care when he was with her. 

Opening her suitcase was easy, since everything sprung out, but they were able to remove a few items that weren’t needed and an extra ten pairs of underwear that she overpacked. 

“You don’t need twenty pairs, we’re only going for a week, pack at least ten” 

“Charles you don’t understand, how many did you pack?”

“Just seven, you don’t need more” 

“That’s not ok, what if you have an accident?”

“I won’t shit myself amour, and neither would you, so leave ten” the bickering ended with him winning, but you can’t be too sure. She had to sit on her luggage and only then, he could zip it up. 

“It’s only us going so we’re driving” she smiled at the fact that they were going alone.

“How far is it by car? And are we taking a fancy car?”

“Only like seven hours, considering the weather and traffic, so if we leave now we will make it in time to sleep” 

“That’s not very fun is it?”

“No but the road trip will be…oh and I’m not taking my fancy car, I rented one” she let out a breath of relief, she hated fast cars, she didn’t understand his need to drive a dangerous looking car, if what his job demanded of him was even worse, so wouldn't that be a reminder that driving was meant to be scary? 

“Good, I’m all set, let's go” with a reassuring smile and a kiss to her forehead they made their way to his car. 

“Thank you Charles, you’re the best at getting me out of my little hole” 

“I’ll do anything for you and you should know that by now” 

“I’m sorry, but you’re literally perfect…the most perfect boy” 

“You only say that because you love me, I’m very damaged” 

“And I’m not saying you’re not, but I hold you accountable, you know I do…if you’re not treating a girl right I tell you, if you’re being a bad friend I tell, and now you told me, that’s what friends are for, to tell each other the good and the bad…you could be damaged and at the same time perfect” 

“You’re perfect all the time…”

“But he broke me Charles, I couldn’t pretend to be alright, not this time…” he wanted to change the subject, he always would in times when a topic was too much for her.

“Amour, I know that he broke you and that he made you feel like you weren’t enough for him, but you will be alright because you have the one person that believes you to be perfect, and that’s me, you’re perfect” 

“Even if I was all snotty and gross?” 

“I would still wipe your snot and hug you if you're gross” with a little giggle she disagreed with him. 

“Liar, but you did wipe my snot with your finger that one time, that’s why I believe you’re perfect, because you see me for who I am, not some lost cause, you love me…thanks for that…for loving me” he looked over at her, careful to only meet her gaze one time and focus back on driving, all to hold tightly to her hand. 

“Through the damage and the perfection right?” She kissed his hand, a big exaggerated kiss. 

The rest of the drive was random fights over who got to pick the next song, shrieks of horror from her due to the tight and high roads, warnings of his speed to him and him having to remind her that he did this for a living. 

“I do this for a living amour…”

“I know but it’s a bit scary, so both hands on the wheel” 

“Hey, it’s fine bébé, you're safe with me”

“I have no doubt about that, but my fear of heights is getting to me ok and plus I need to pee again” he groaned and she laughed, because she had a weak bladder and the cold outside was not helping. 

“This is the fourth time in four hours, no more water or coffee ok?” 

“It’s the cold Charles, you just don’t want the heat because it suffocates you, so no complaining”

“That's the reason why I’m stopping every hour because we always compromise” and that was true, so she only nodded as they continued to look for a place for her to pee, however that didn’t stop the bickering the whole way to their cabin. 

She was surprised that their cabin was cozy and not like the previous one in which he stayed with his other friends. The dark sky was beautiful, clear enough to let the stars shine, but beyond the cabin there were only snowy trees and mountains.

“It’s beautiful here Charles”

“Only the best for you…” he said as he hauled all of their luggage into the cabin. “…amour please lock the car, I’m not sure if they brought all of the food, I got all the food you like” quick teasing break for her, laughing at his bad cooking skills. 

“I will cook as well, I don’t want you poisoning me or yourself”  finally locking the door, he started to complain about the cold, but he still refused to look at the fireplace in front of him. 

“Seriously Char, the heat will help us”

“Absolutely not, we have blankets” 

“I won’t cuddle you if you get cold” 

“I hate the feeling of the heat, so I will beg for a cuddle and you won’t be able to say no” 

“Whatever, I’m going to go and shower, and please don’t touch the stove” he only yelled that he wouldn’t, but regardless the fireplace was functioning properly, he would not allow her to get sick after a shower due to a cold room.

The hug that she gave him after, told him that she appreciated everything he did for her, not just because of the fire.

As they laid on her bed, they saw the sky through there, he made sure that it had a skylight. Only because she loved how versatile the sky was, every step taken was a different sky, from weird clouds that didn’t allow for the sun to shine, and others that were just there to look pretty. To sad and happy days as well, the sky mirrored the uncertainty of life, no matter if they tried to control it, it was filled with chaos. 

“I’m very lucky, do you know that?”

“Why amour?”

“Because you’re the only friend that stayed, we met through some friends and they all left me, maybe it was me who pushed them away after him, he took over and I let him” 

“You were in love there’s nothing wrong with that, he was good to you, until he…”

“He cheated on me, he was a dream to be with, and then he didn’t listen to me, he didn’t kiss me, he just didn’t love me, and it was the guilt Charles, I lost my mind for someone that didn’t love me” 

“If I didn’t love you, I swear I would lose my mind” cold feet brushing against each other, but their hands always seemed to intertwine, searching for a bit of comfort. 

“To love is to lose your mind, is it not?” His hold tightened.

“I’m the lucky one, because you love me” 

“I do and you love me…”

“More than you could ever imagine” she hugged him, laying against his chest, he slowly traced her arm with his lingering fingertips. 

“you put everyone else to shame, you call me bébé and amour without a care in the world, thank you for that”

“That’s a lot of appreciation for me amour, you’re also a magnet for envy, but what can I say you’re absolutely perfect”

“I’ll take that as a compliment for now, I hate jealousy, any kind, it’s not good for the heart” 

“Trust me it’s really not good” he hated himself every time he would get jealous, he wasn’t proud of his actions but that made him stupid and in love, which were never good combined. 

“Now can we say that we’re bad at picking a significant other, we can’t make them stay…”

“We stay, and that’s enough for me” with a kiss to her head, they whispered a tiny good night. He let out a breath of pure relief, he had her in his arms and she completed him, but did she feel the same way for him?

“I didn’t have to grieve you today” he was a bit confused and bothered by the bright light coming from the skylight, so much so that he didn’t process her words. 

“What was that amour?”

“I said that I dreamt of you, and you were here as I opened my eyes, so that means that I didn’t grieve a what if because you’re hugging me…you’re keeping me warm” 

“Do you usually dream of me?” 

“Yes, stupid what ifs, absurd is the right word for my feelings” 

“Why?”

“Because my dreams and feelings can’t interfere in the real world, I can’t lose you” 

“And why would you lose me?”

“Because I love you” 

“I love you too…dream with me yeah? Let’s go back to sleep and let’s pretend that we’re not a "what if”” and she did close her eyes one more time, the calm breathing meant a peaceful sleep. 

However he couldn’t sleep, because if there was a chance that she would return his feelings, they should allow for a deeper connection, they had to end up together.

“Hey sleepy girl, ready to start our day?” 

“Yes, but no skiing”

“Ok what do you want to do instead?”

“Let’s bake, and then build a snowman, have a snowball fight, and maybe make snow angels…but no skiing”

“Ok anything else?” 

“Yes, let’s just cuddle for a bit” they fought to keep their cold feet from touching.

“Don’t touch me with your cold feet” he whined 

“Why not? Yours are cold as well, you were suppose to wear socks” 

“I’m not wearing socks, because regardless of my warm feet, you would get me cold” They eventually did settle only because he put some socks to warm her up, he would do anything for her. 

“Charles?…” She was met with a little calm hum.

“Do you remember what I told you?” 

“Yes” 

“Good” with a kiss to his cheek she exclaimed that she was ready for some breakfast. Jumping to her feet and leaving him confused and a bit fluffy from the kiss. 

He offered to make the toast and with a hesitant nod, he got to work while she made them coffee and some eggs, she didn’t know why but she loved eggs in the morning and her love for them was passed down to him. 

“See I didn’t burn them” he proudly showed off his nicely toasted bread.

“Good Char, let’s eat…” she gave him a tiny pat on his head and just like old times they ate in silence, until she asked for his help once again.

“…I’m unemployed now, I’ve been so for three months, all my money is going into the apartment and I need to find another job, apparently me scaring the children away with my cries was enough for them to fire me, so another daycare would be lovely, do you know any other fancy ones?” 

“I’m not sure amour, I could ask around, you made good impressions although you did cry the first three months of the breakup the kids loved you” 

“I know they did but they just didn’t recognize me” he saw a quick flash of the broken version of her, but she was fast to react and give a warm smile.

“If you want to stay at my apartment, you can…” he shrugged his shoulders, tilting his head to the side in an innocent like manner “…so you could save the little money you have left and while you’re free from the burden of paying your rent you could look for jobs” 

“Are you sure?” He nodded, knowing her, she would find a job quickly to not bother him, and then she would be back on her feet, loving her independence. 

“Yes, we’re lucky that your place came furnished so not a lot of packing huh?” 

“Thank you baby, you’re the best” he smiled warmly at the nickname, the same one that didn’t make an appearance for three years, out of respect for her boyfriend. 

She knew that she had to rush her job hunting, all to not invade his privacy, but she was running out of money and she didn’t want to take more than she could give, so a quick stay in his home and then a few cuddles and nice prepared meals would be enough to pay for her stay right? 

She fondly touched his cheek and he sunk further into her touch. The loss of contact was painful, he needed to blurt out his feelings. 

Their morning was spent baking all sorts of chocolate pastries, from brownies to cookies, all with the excuse that they would go and play in the snow after, but there wasn’t anything wrong with indulging in a few prohibited foods. 

Then they played some boring board games that the cabin provided, monopoly was boring because just like she couldn’t manage her money in real life, the game was a nice reminder that play pretend was not so much different from reality. 

They also built a snowman, a nicely looking one with a bunch of Ferrari merchandise, wonky carrots, twigs and some pebbles from the fireplace completed their very first snowman. 

“It looks like you Charles!” A loud laugh from her and a tiny shove from him started what she declared a snowball fight, the snow falling was a beautiful sight, adding to their already perfect day.

Her giggles were contagious and not to mention her appearance, disheveled hair, reddish nose and a smile that was so wide… that was the best version of her. 

He ran to her and a nice little tackle ended with them making snow angels, and soon they migrated to each other's arms, to seek the warmth that they desperately needed. 

“Today was perfect, it’s so beautiful here” a gently poke to his dimple and he broke into a nice heavenly laugh.

“You deserve this” there was nothing but pure and genuine love in his eyes.

“I’ve always felt like I’m not enough, but that all changes when I’m with you, you bring out the best in me, and again I’m sorry if I lost myself for a bit, that I was a bad friend” 

“The worst part was seeing you in pain and feeling like I couldn’t help you, that hurt more than your indifference or anger, but I have you back and I’m not letting you go” 

“Do you think that we’re actually platonic soulmates or just soulmates?”

“Soulmates of any kind, but still remaining together…” he had to tell her, now it was his chance “…but I want to be together with you, take a romantic approach and see where it leads us, I know that our friendship is strong and that it could endure everything, if we’re lost we will always find each other…just please say you feel the same way” he was begging for clarity, begging for her to let go of all her doubts. 

“Our love goes deeper than just a friendship I’ve known it for years, I just didn’t want to act on my feelings because I couldn’t afford losing you…but you lost me for a bit and I’m still here, so I know that if I let our love slip away that means never having your aide… and this void can only be filled with you, with what you provide and I want to give us a chance to love…I love you baby” 

“I love you too…” and he kissed her under the dark sky and above a pile of snow. His hands cradled her face as her fingers tangled in his hair, it was a desperate attempt to pull each other closer, to make everything more real.

But as their lips molded together, everything was better than a dream, she wouldn’t have to grieve for a what if, because he was actually devouring her, every inch of her body shook with love.

The tiny pecks all over her face, the gentle hold on her waist and the glassy eyes, that was his way to show off his love. To show her that he understood her, to make her realize that he wouldn’t leave her empty. 

The tiny gasps for air, the kiss to his nose and eyelids, and her teary eyes, were the start of a few tears and laughs. A happy yet melancholic moment because they missed out on so much but at the same time they didn’t.

What ifs that they could finally make a reality, he was hers and she was his, a sweet kind of love that not many have because they waited to be lonely.

They understood that time and distance weren’t always in their favor, but that no matter what their yearning would bring them closer than ever.

They were finally together, all because he found her in her moment of absence, when she was broken. What now? A question that they didn’t ask because they already knew that whatever the outcome, would result in them belonging to each other. 

The end…

a/n: Friends to lovers is my favorite trope, but since she was going through a breakup she needed a bit of  time to process her wounds, that’s why I didn’t jump straight in with a confession. Thank you so much for the request and for reading; sorry that it took a while but I have so much to write with not a lot of time. Lots of love and stay warm- Nat ❤️ 

Request:

[lxclerc]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 ─ 𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔

summary... where old lovers meet again, unearthing a world of heartbreak and lost that they'd buried five years ago. pairing... charles leclerc x reader contains... smau and written parts, angst angst angst, childhood lovers to strangers, jealousy, smut, resentful charles, forced proximity, slightly toxic relationship, tba

i. in another life - wherein old photos of you and charles resurface and goes viral, forcing you and the man whose heart you broke to cross paths once again.

ii. you still make my heart beat fast, ferrari - in which karma finally bites you in the ass.

iii. i should hate you - a reunion between old lovers after five years and charles can't keep his eyes off of you. or his thoughts for that matter.

[grshn]

i know that this may be hard to believe, but:

you are not a burden

you deserve happiness

you deserve to be listened to

you are so strong

you are kind

you are amazing

your situation right now is not your forever

it’s going to get better

your best is good enough

you are good enough

you are beautiful

you deserve to live your best life

you’re working so hard

you’ve gotten through everything that has been thrown at you so far; you can get through this too

you are worth so much

you are wonderful

you can choose positivity 

your past does not define you

your mistakes do not define you

your grades and achievements do not define you

your mental health does not define you

your struggles do not define you

it’s never too late to try again

it’s never too late to start

you are cared for

you are valued

you are so important

i am so proud of you

you’re going to be okay