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Eliza, I gotta admit that with every new content we get from Xavier, I'm starting to believe that his first time with the current MC was more of an "ITS. BEEN. YEARS" than a cute "it's been years π₯Ή"
ok YES. YES. YES.
from what i've learned / understand about his lore and backstory, (i'll admit the time traveling bit is confusing) but everytime xavier meets MC it is HARSH yearning. like this man may present himself to be a softie but BOY he has a PHD in Yearning. to the point where he literally cannot contain himself because YES, IT'S BEEN YEARS. this man literally traversed spacetime to try and save you AND his planet?? like HELLO.
anyway ty anon for this excuse for me to yap ab his lore.
a hc post for all of the guys (except caleb im just waiting til we get his lore tbh)
Sylus:
would definitely get into twitter discourse over the most random topics. the man has strong opinions and will express them in whatever means necessary, even if that's arguing with a random on twitter.
sylus would find some odd type of joy in doing taxes, especially your taxes. he would stay up day and night crunching the numbers and going over the forms multiple times. hes just weird like that.
he would sing along to a musical with no shame, and YES he knows every word are you kidding? it's even worse if you are watching one with him because he will assign characters to everyone and force everyone to act out the parts.
listens to multiple genres of music and has hundreds of playlists for every mood. yall can debate on whether hes a spotify or apple kinda guy.
Zayne:
he likes using a nightlight to sleep and hatesss if there's not a fan going in the room at night. no i will not elaborate further.
not lore accurate obv but he gives oldest son energy- even better if he's the oldest child overall. the smooth sarcasm and protectiveness of the ppl he loves?!?!? screams oldest child behavior.
he's the type to leave a social interaction and rethink/regret everything they said and did to the point of no return. this shit would keep him up at night. even social interactions years ago haunts him.
he'll never let himself drink energy drinks (doctor behavior), not only bc he knows the bad side effects but you genuinely do not want to see him hyped up on caffeine.
Rafayel:
adversely to sylus, rafayel would get canceled on twt so fast. i imagine him beefing with sylus in a long thread and as a result of some outlandish opinion rafayel would get canceled. can't blame him, he's sassy asf and no one can stop him.
he has one playlist full of his liked songs and just hits shuffle whenever he wants to listen to music (freak behavior in my opinion)
if anyone criticizes his artwork he will intensely plot their demise in his head instead of hearing them out. this queen has an ego what can i say.
seems like the type to have had an "emo" phase in their preteens and would exclusively listen to top or paramore.
Xavier:
xavier has an insane long term memory but an awful short term memory. yes he can tell u what happened on a certain day three years ago but don't even think about asking him what he had for breakfast (he probably wasn't awake early enough for it anyway)
unlike zayne, you'd have to pry energy drinks out of xavier's hands. he cannot get enough. he's so sleepy all the time he pretty much can't function without some sort of regular caffeine intake.
xavier believed in santa probably way longer than any of his peers to the point where it was a little concerning. he's just full of holiday spirit.
i can see him not liking being alone for too long because even though he seems sleepy and quiet he really likes to yap ur ear off. at the end of the day he really loves company- even if its just the two of you sitting in comfortable silence.
this little freak keeps getting into my head so i MUST
-> he loves listening to music with you during downtime between missions. the two of you will sit shoulder to shoulder so you can each use one wired earbud. you'll take turns sharing each other's recent favorite songs. and AND you have a shared playlist where all of the songs go
-> (if you love watching movies) xavier would download letterboxd after seeing you open it after watching a movie. so now he has an account where he can also leave reviews and log the movies he watches, but you notice he only logs the movies that he watches with you.
-> you have a grand piano in the living room of your house/apartment. xavier loooves learning how to play your favorite songs along with some classical tunes. he gets really giddy when he gets to show you what new piece he's learned.
-> on missions or out in public, xavier will hold your hand in large crowds or tense situations. any small touch to show him you're still by his side is enough for him.
-> he always wakes up before you do, and tries to make breakfast to bring you in bed. but it seems like he always burns the toast or pancakes (give him a break he's learning). he lights a candle and sprays room spray throughout the living room and kitchen to try and get the smell out of the house before you wake up.
that's all i could think of for now π my inbox is open to write one shots or blurbs so lmk what u want to see <3
summary: hunter!reader starts to realize their feelings for xavier, but he's felt this way the whole time...
song: mastermind by taylor swift
word count: 2.1k
author's note: my first l&ds fic everyone cheer! / mostly fluff / workplace romance (i mean this is canon) / im new to this game don't judge / cheeky makeout sesh / he falls first and hard / sarcastic smug xavier (he's a freak) / sweet talk - nothing too spicy / barely proof read oops
It was simple day at the arcade. You and Xavier decided to take the day off from missions and relax with some fun at the colorful arcade machines. You had won more stuffed plushies than you could feasibly carry in your arms, so Xavier held one in his hand delicately, as if he knew how much those little stuffed creatures meant to you.
βWell I better call it a day, I donβt think I can carry any more of these little guys.β You chuckled as your arms began to grow sore, even with the stuffed creaturesβ light weight.
βYeah, youβre supposed to be resting your muscles and instead here you are.β He gestured towards your arms filled with plushes. You laughed to yourself, refusing to admit he was right.
The two of you walked back to your car and you dumped all of the plushes in the backseat. As you looked at all of the adorable creatures, a realization hit you. You had no more room at your desk in the office for all of these plushes to fit.
βWhat are you thinking about? Or are you just admiring your growing collection?β Xavier spoke from beside me. I turned to look at him for a few moments. The Xavier during missions was so different yet the same as the Xavier outside of work. You had come to know him as a close friend, and even shared some flirtatious moments. Most of the time, you pushed those moments aside and decided to see him only as a coworker. But flirtatious fantasies sometimes danced through your mind.
You envisioned his desk at the office. Completely barren; no pictures, no decorations. A piece of furniture completely devoid of any color or personality. You grabbed one of your plushes. This one was a particularly round tomato plush. βHere,β you started, βthis wonβt fit on my desk, so you can have it.β
Xavier took the plush in his hand and examined it for a moment, βWhat am I supposed to do with it?β
You shrugged your shoulders, βI dunno, itβs up to you.β
~
For some unknown reason, after the day at the arcade you spent the entire next day thinking about Xavier. During random moments of the day, memories between the two of you kept flashing back into your mind. You would be folding laundry and suddenly think back to his arms brushing against yours like they did during a mission in the forest. You both had heard and felt fluctuations and were on guard. He held your wrist in a swift movement to keep you close. You snapped out of it and finished folding your clothes.
Another memory flashed while you were cleaning dishes. It was a particularly risky mission, and Xavierβs Evol was dwindling. His life was at risk, but he was still willing to put himself in the face of danger in order to keep you safe. When you tried to resonate with him, at first he hesitated. He wouldnβt dare you spend any of your energy or power on him. But in the end, your decision to resonate saved his life. You both thought youβd end up losing the other that day, and the silent air of the aftermath sat heavy. You held each other close, your heavy breathing mixing together.
After your days off were over, and you thought you had finally gotten over yourself, you walked into the office prepared for whatever mission Jenna was going to send you on. But then, you saw Xavier across the room. He was standing talking to another hunter, and you just about lost your mind. He was standing with his arms crossed, clad in his hunter uniform, his head cocked slightly as he listened to whatever his coworker was jabbering about. God, he looked amazing, you thought. Why were you thinking of him in this way all of the sudden?
You had gone over every small interaction, every side conversation, every slight touch that the two of you had ever shared. Was there really something between the two of you, or had you actually gone mad this time. You walked over to your desk, placing one of your newest plushes on the shelf to complete your set.
Your eyes glanced over at Xavierβs desk, not expecting anything to have changed. You did a double take when you noticed something new. A small tomato plush sat next to his computer. That wasnβt the only thing either. A square photo was stuck to the hang wall that every worker had.
Trying to be inconspicuous, you squinted at the photo. It was one the two of you had taken before one of your most recent missions. You were both dressed in your uniforms, and he had his arm around your shoulder as you held bunny ears behind his head. He was smiling, and you were sticking your tongue out. It was the only photo the two of you had ever taken together.
Your head was reeling. This couldnβt be real. You were convinced you were trapped in some Protocore induced dream. βDo you like the new decorations?β Your body jolted as Xavier spoke next to you. You turned to see a smug smile on his face, his arms still crossed.
You were too shocked to speak, but finally decided to say something as Xavier waited for an answer. βYeah, yeahβ¦itβs nice.β Your voice sounded more exasperated than youβd like. Xavier seemed to read you like a book. Did he know the realizations that you were having?
βAre you alright?β He asked with a slight smile. He didnβt actually seem too concerned.
βYeah- no, yeah, Iβm fine.β You stumbled over your words, refusing to make eye contact with him. You saw a slight twitch in his bicep as he adjusted his stance by his desk. Your entire face went hot. βI think Jenna wanted me to look at something in the Archive room, Iβll umβ¦be right back.β You hurried through your excuse to leave the main office.
Your breath had quickened, but you found solace in the empty archive room. Only tech workers were really needed back here to retrieve old files on specific Protocores or important history of Linkon. Thankfully the room was empty, the only sound being your heavy breathing. You sat yourself on one of the empty counters, the space usually used for examining documents. You put your head in your hands, get it together.
You heard the handle of the door slide open, and your heart sank. In walked Xavier, still appearing smug and moving like he rehearsed all of this. βAre you following me now?β You huffed, just needing some time alone to sort through your thoughts.
βAre you done lying to me?β He retorted, moving closer to you, now standing only a few feet away.
βWhat are you talking about?β You scoffed in a hushed laugh.
βYouβre clearly not fine. Whatβs going on?β He still held that dumb smile on his face, and your brows furrowed.
βAre you actually concerned for me? Because youβre smiling. Do you know youβre smiling right now?β You asked in a rushed tone; youβve never seen him behave this way.
He let out a deep sigh, his eyes rolling in exasperation. "Do I have to explain everything to you?" He took a step closer, his body now towering over you as you sat perched on the counter. He leaned down, his hands planted firmly on either side of your legs. Your faces were mere inches apart, and the intensity of his gaze sent shivers down your spine. βDo I have to explain why your face flushes when I get close like this?β
Gently, he reaches out and places his warm hand on your knee, caressing it with gentle strokes. With a slow and deliberate movement, he begins to trace a path up your thigh, his fingertips leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. Gradually, his touch becomes more confident and sure, sending waves of desire rippling through your body. βDo I have to explain how your breath quickens when I do this?β
He leans in, his breath warm on your neck as he speaks in a soft whisper only meant for you. You can feel the heat radiating from his lips, and the gentle brush of his words sends shivers down your spine. His breath carries the scent of mint and musk, enveloping you in a cloud of desire. The closeness between you is palpable, and every nerve in your body is electrified by his presence. βOr can you put the pieces together yourself?β
βXavierβ¦β Is all you can think to say. Your breathing was quickening, and your face was flushed.
He sighed, his lips just barely grazing the start of your jaw, βIβve waited and waited for you to finally feel what Iβve felt for so long.β You take your hands and slightly push his chest away.
You analyze his face and his brows furrow ever so slightly. βYou mean- youβve felt this way about me all this time and never told me?β You brought one of your hands up to the side of his face, your thumb lightly tracing around his cheek.
βOf course, I wouldnβt be able to live with myself if I knew you didnβt feel the same way- if you would never feel this wayβ¦β He starts, and before he can continue, you speak up.
βBut now you knowβ¦β
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, βExactly.β He brings a hand up to your jaw and slowly moves it to the back of your neck. βCan I kiss you now?β Your eyes felt dazed as you gazed down at his lips. He brushed a thumb over the bottom of your lip, waiting. βPlease, your eyes are saying yes but I need to hear it from your mouth.β
You nodded, snapping out of the haze you were in. βYes, yes, please.β As soon as the last word was uttered Xavier brought his lips onto yours. He started slow, his soft lips moving in rhythm with yours. He was still leaning on his hands, but he moved them to wrap around your lower back. You never thought he would feel this good on your lips. You let out a slight whimper, and that sent Xavier spiraling. Like a man starved, he quickened his pace and kissed you as if heβd never get the chance again.
βWait- we canβt do this here.β You took a moment in between kisses to center yourself and remember you were at work.
βUgh, I donβt care,β Xavier breathed out and went back to kissing you again. Once his lips found yours for the second time you didnβt care anymore either. You wanted this feeling, this burning desire for him to last forever.
You smiled into the next kiss, βOkay,β You moved your hands into his hair, your fingers tugging on the strands slightly. He moaned lightly into your kiss, causing your back to arch.
You almost missed the door handle opening again, and you immediately pushed Xavier off of you. He stumbled back, partially in shock until he realized why. Andrew walked in, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment from walking in on the two of you. βUm- Jenna is looking for you. The mission assignments are about to be handed out.β He cleared his throat and walked out of the room.
Your own face was flush pink, and once Andrew left the room you put your head in your hands. βOh my god.β
βOkay, you were right. Maybe we shouldnβt have done that here.β Xavier laughed to himself. You had no choice but to laugh, really.
You hopped off of the counter, your legs feeling weak. You couldnβt even think about going on a mission right now, nonetheless with Xavier. βWell,β You straightened out your uniform, βI guess we should head back.β
βYeah,β Xavier chuckled to himself, βuntil next time.β
Your face flushed at his words, because you knew there would be a next time.
"just one single glimpse of relief / to make some sense of what you've seen"
summary: fem!reader and javier deal with the aftermath of a traumatic mission
song: epiphany by taylor swift
word count: 2.6k
author's note: first javi fic yippie. hella angst / nightmare trope / mentions of death / hurt/comfort / 18+ but no smut just fluff / established relationship / DEA agent reader / translated spanish
The car ride back to your apartment was suffocatingly quiet, the weight of grief hanging heavily in the air. The familiar streets flew by as Javier drove, but you couldn't focus on anything other than the images burned into your mind. As a DEA agent for over a year, you had seen your fair share of horrors, but never before had you witnessed something so gruesome right in front of you. It was easier to read about these things in paperwork, detached and removed from the reality of it all. But now, the memory of it all was haunting and raw, replaying in vivid detail with every passing second.
Your head felt numb, as if a thick fog had settled over your thoughts. Your whole body felt heavy and weighed down, as if invisible chains were holding you back. The sensation in your stomach was nauseating, like being on a rollercoaster that never seemed to end. Even though you wanted to vomit, you knew it would be futile - your body was too weak to even try. Even Javier, known for his stoic demeanor and ability to handle tough missions, was uncharacteristically quiet. The only sound filling the car was the low muttering of the engine. Not even the radio provided any source of distraction or comfort in this tense moment.
Javier expertly parked the car in the driveway of your shared apartment, the smooth engine purring to a stop. The dim yellow glow of the streetlights illuminated his face as he turned to you, concern etched into his features. But you didn't move to get out of the car, your gaze fixed on something far off and unreachable. Javier's gentle touch on your hand jolted you back to reality. "Hey," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "let's get inside where it's warm." His words were like a lifeline, pulling you out of the depths of your thoughts. He understood the weight that was pressing down on you - he was carrying it too.
You nodded, and languidly pushed the car door open and scooted out of the passenger seat. Your legs felt like noodles, weak and wobbly from the energy you exerted on todayβs mission. Javier put his arm around you, his thumb delicately circling the top of your shoulder.
Javier's keys jingled in the lock as he turned the handle of the front door, and the familiar scent of the apartment enveloped you like a warm embrace. After hours of feeling disoriented and disconnected since returning from the mission, this was the first sense of comfort that washed over you. The office had been a blur, with memories of sitting at your desk attempting to file paperwork but unable to even type on the typewriter. But now, as you lazily walked into the apartment, everything slowly started to feel real again. Javier set his keys down on the sleek kitchen island, and you followed him aimlessly, your mind finally starting to settle from its chaotic state.
βIβm gonna assume you arenβt hungry?β He asked, his voice still soft. You shook your head no. He nodded, βWhat do you need?β
As you lifted your gaze to meet his, you couldn't help but notice the deep brown pools of concern gazing back at you. But beneath that concern, you could see a deeper turmoil brewing - the weight of today's mission and countless others weighing heavily on his shoulders. "I don't know," you croaked, your voice hoarse from screaming and covered in dust. You weren't even sure if Javier could hear you over the ringing in your ears. Tears welled up in your eyes as flashes of today's horrors replayed in your mind like a never-ending nightmare.
βListen, you have to talk about what happened today,β he said urgently. In his experience, keeping everything bottled up inside only made things worse. He leaned across the counter, his elbows propping him up as he reached out to hold your hand in his. His touch was warm and comforting. βTell me, cariΓ±o, what's going through your mind right now?β His dark eyes searched yours with concern and empathy as he waited for you to open up to him.
More images flashed through your head. Your throat burned trying to hold back more tears. βI shouldβve done more to save themβ¦β
He sighed, βMi amor, you canβt think that way. You and I both know we did our very best today. The βwhat ifsβ will only haunt you if you let them.β Javierβs voice was persistent yet comforting. This wasnβt his first rodeo, so you knew he was probably telling the truth.
βHow do we go to work tomorrow like nothing happened?β Your voice cracked out, and Javier squeezed your hands.
βEveryone in that office apart from the damn secretaries have experienced days like this. They know what weβre going through. We take as much time as we need to get back into the swing of things, and we persist. Thatβs all we can do, querida.β
You stood in silence, the words caught in your throat as Javier moved around the spacious apartment. The soft glow of golden lights flickered against the dark walls, casting shadows across his face. He poured two glasses of whiskey from a crystal decanter, the sound of clinking ice cubes filling the room. He slid one glass towards you and you reached out to take it, feeling the coolness of the glass against your fingertips. You brought it to your lips and took a slow sip, letting the warm liquid spread through your body and soothe your racing thoughts. In the background, Javier shuffled around the living room before the smooth melody of an oldies music vinyl began to fill the air.
As you made your way into the room, the smell of Javier's cologne mixed with the remnants of cigarette smoke enveloped your senses. You could feel his warmth radiating from the couch as he sat there, whiskey glass in hand, waiting for you. As you slouched down beside him, your body immediately relaxed, finding solace in his comforting presence and scent. The tension in your muscles began to melt away, and silent tears escaped your eyes once again. The weight of the day's events was finally settling in, and you were now more aware of your memories and surroundings than ever before. With each passing moment, you were forced to confront the aftermath of the mission and all that it entailed.
You sniffled as Javier scooted you closer to him. You laid your head down next to his chest and he caressed the side of your arm. βI know, I know.β He whispered as your tears wet his shirt underneath you.
He wasnβt just saying that to comfort you, he really did know. His own memories of tough missions flashed through his head. He remembered when he witnessed his first death on the job. He knew the feelings of regret and guilt that now lingered inside of you. He had gotten better at coping with the aftermath and trauma of missions, but thatβs one thing that the DEA doesnβt teach you.
Once most of your tears had subsided, your mind was back to feeling blank. However, you recognized the song that was now playing from the record player. It was a soft oldies song that you and Javier once slow danced to. You thought it was cheesy at the time, but Javier convinced you to dance with him. He could persuade you to do just about anything.
Javier shifted and got up from the couch, your body sinking into the cushions slightly with his absence. You looked at him curiously as he held out his hand, βDance with me, amor.β
You almost huffed out a laugh, but couldnβt muster up the energy. βReally, now?β He simply nodded in response. You sighed, and slowly got up from the couch.
You moved closer to him, relishing the warmth and strength of his embrace. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you in close as his fingers traced gentle patterns on your back. You closed your eyes, sinking into the feeling of being held by someone who loved you. In the background, the soft melodies of the song played, transporting you to a distant memory. It was the first time you had heard this song, dancing with Javier in this very apartment. The room was filled with cardboard boxes waiting to be unpacked, but Javier was too eager to set up his treasured record player. A fond smile graced your lips as you swayed together, lost in each other's presence.
βTe quiero mucho (I love you so much)β Javier muttered as he placed a kiss at the top of your head. His hands slowly moved up your arms, holding you tightly to him. It was as if he was so worried he couldβve lost you today that he didnβt want to ever let go of you.
βI love you too Javi,β You rested your head onto his chest. You were finally feeling a sense of peace, a sense that you could go on tomorrow and be almost okay.
βCmon, letβs call it a night.β Javier sighed and you looked up at him and into his brown puppy eyes that held so much love for you. His lips placed a soft kiss onto yours. A kiss that wasnβt meant to lead to anything else. A kiss that stated he was here, just for you to love.
As the minutes ticked by, you both showered and changed into fresh, cozy clothes. Finally, you found yourselves snuggled up together in bed, with Javier's strong arms wrapped around you from behind. His soft lips pressed against your neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of gentle kisses that sent shivers down your spine. The soothing tempo of his breathing next to yours was like a lullaby, easing you into a peaceful slumber.
That was when the nightmare started. You were back inside the shabby house from earlier. Windows were broken and wooden boards were rotted. You couldnβt believe that anyone actually lived there. You held your gun down tightly by your thigh, just the way that Carillo had taught you. Javier was leading in front of you, and Steve was following behind you.
You heard a glass shatter from upstairs and immediately turned your head towards Javier and Steve, knowing looks shared between the three of you. Your mind seemed to fast forward this awful dream. There were three small children being held as hostages, and two men who the DEA had been trying to track down for months. You had your gun pointed at one of the men, Javier and Steve pointing theirs at the second man. Steve was trying to reason with them, but this was an impossible scenario. Your mind was racing but also laser focused. How could you get them to surrender to the DEA and also let the children go? From what you could tell these children were just pulled off the street, their innocent souls only being used as collateral for a scheming drug cartel.
Before you knew it, guns were firing and you lunged back behind a piece of furniture. You heard the voices of Steve and Javier yelling and trying to fight the men, but it was too late. You stood up and scanned the room, your eyes shifting from Javier to Steve, who were trying to catch their breath, then to the three small bodies lying on the ground.
Your own blood-curdling scream tore through the silence, jolting you awake. In an instant, Javier's strong arms enveloped your trembling body, soothing and comforting you in his warm embrace. Your chest heaved with ragged breaths and tears streamed down your cheeks as you struggled to regain control of your emotions. "Shh, it's okay, I'm here, you're safe," Javier murmured tenderly, gently stroking your hair and rubbing your back. Gradually, your breathing slowed and your heart rate returned to normal as the nightmare faded away. But the fear lingered, a palpable presence in the air. It took several minutes before you could calm yourself enough to speak.
You sat up and put your head in your hands. Javier rubbed your lower back as he sat up with you. βDo you want to talk about it?β He asked, and you thought for a moment.
With teary eyes you looked over at him. βThey were just kids, Javi. They didnβt do anything wrong.β Your throat burned and more tears fell. Javier pulled you into him so that your head laid on his chest.
βI know. We are gonna do everything we can to get the bastards who took those kids from their families.β He massaged the side of your arm.
βJaviβ¦β You whispered slowly and moved away to look him in the eyes. You grabbed his hand, running your fingers lightly across his knuckes. βYou always talk about raising a family. I always loved imagining a bunch of little Javis running around,β a smile tugged at your lips but disappeared in an instant, βbut after todayβ¦β Your voice trailed off but Javier was waiting for you to continue. His sad eyes were locked onto your face as you stared at his hands in yours. βI want a family, I really do. But I just think about those kids today. What if those were our kids. Kids who just wanted to play out on the street, and nowβ¦β
βOh angel,β His voice was raspy and you looked up to see tears in his own eyes. βI love you so much, and I know your pain, because itβs mine too. Not a day goes by that I donβt worry about our future, about our family. When we get to that point, where weβre ready to settle down, Iβll take an office job. I wonβt care what Iβll do at that point. Weβll move anywhere we want, as long as I have you, and any little ones we bring along.β He smiled lightly as his hand came to rest on your jaw. His words brought tears to your eyes. You didnβt realize how much Javier thought about the future between the two of you. He had a plan for every scenario; he would quit his job tomorrow if it meant having you by his side.
βI love you Javi,β You whispered and planted a small kiss to his cheek.
βEres mi vida (You are my life), I donβt know what Iβd do without you.β He moved his hand down to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a soft kiss. It was so gentle, like he knew how fragile you still felt. His lips felt like the softest silk and the warmest blanket. βLetβs get you back to sleep now.β
βIβm sorry- for waking you up,β You apologized as you laid back down on your pillow. Javier laid facing you, his arms shifting you closer.
βYou didnβt wake me. I remember my first nightmare from a mission. I wanted to be awake to help you through yours.β He explained in a low, tired voice. He sacrificed his own sleep just so he could console you when yours was interrupted.
βOh,β you muttered. You wrapped an arm around his torso. God, you thought, you would be totally lost without him.
You saw Javier smiling to himself, βYouβre stronger than you think querida.β
You just shook your head, βI donβt know that I did to deserve you Javiβ¦β
His hand lightly massaged the side of your hip, βYouβve got the purest heart of anyone Iβve ever met, cariΓ±o.β He kissed the top of your head, and before you knew it your eyelids felt heavy and you were pulled into sleep again.
Javier sighed to himself, βDulces sueΓ±os mi amor. (Sweet dreams my love.)β
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"you throw your head back laughing like a little kid"
cowboy charles? yeah, cowboy charles.
summary: country singer! reader performs at the austin gp and meets a special someone (charles cough cough)
songs: all the ones mentioned! very fearless, red, and speak now coded but with a sabrina face claim (idk this is just inside my head at the moment)
word count: 2k+
author's notes: little bit of writing little bit of smau i just hadd to write this idea ok enjoy bye
The hired makeup artist carefully applied the finishing touches to your already flawless makeup, making sure every contour and highlight was perfect before you took the stage in Austin, Texas. The bright lights of the venue glinted off your shimmery eyeshadow and glossy lips, adding an extra sparkle to your already sparkling presence. It was the celebration party of the Austin Grand Prix, and thousands of people had gathered outside the gates, eagerly awaiting your performance.
In the VIP area, some of the most famous drivers in the world were among the crowd, lending an air of excitement to the event. As an up-and-coming country artist, it was both nerve-wracking and thrilling to be chosen to perform at such a prestigious afterparty. You took a deep breath and checked your mic pack one last time, trying to calm your racing thoughts.
You had loosely followed Formula One throughout the years, but actually being here for a Grand Prix was an insane feeling, nonetheless being the performer for the afterparty. You loosely assumed that most of the drivers would be mingling amongst themselves and around the tented bar in the VIP area, so you tried to not think too hard about their eyes on you.
The familiar sound of your introduction filled the air, followed by the lively instrumentals to your opening song. As you stepped onto the stage, a wave of enthusiastic cheers and applause greeted you. It was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking to be performing in front of such a large crowd. With each note that left your lips, your voice rang out smooth as silk, carrying all the emotions and energy of your songs. The audience seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves, singing and dancing along to every beat. As you finished your first song, βMr. Perfectly Fineβ, you could feel their excitement growing even more as you moved into your newest single, βWe Are Never Ever Getting Back Togetherβ.
The melody of this song was the reason why you were taking the stage in Austin tonight. It had taken on a life of its own and had become your most beloved and recognizable tune to date. As you belted out the lyrics, you could feel the crowd's energy amplify with each note. Caught up in the moment, you finally took a glance at the VIP section directly in front of the stage. To your surprise, instead of disinterested faces, you saw the group of drivers nodding along and some even singing along to every word. This strange occurrence both bolstered your confidence and ignited a wave of nervousness within you. How could it be that these individuals, who were undoubtedly accustomed to hearing chart-topping hits from the biggest names in the music industry, knew every single word to your song?
As you performed on stage, your eyes couldn't help but be drawn to one particular driver in the crowd. His intense gaze had been fixed on you since the beginning of your performance. You recognized him as Charles Leclerc, a skilled driver for Ferrari. With each song on your setlist, you found yourself stealing glances at him, and it seemed like he couldn't take his eyes off you either. Even as you sang "I Knew You Were Trouble," he remained transfixed with a slight smirk on his lips, and when you transitioned into "Fearless," he mumbled along to the lyrics. It was like there was an unspoken connection between the two of you, intensified by the energy and lights of the concert arena.
After finishing your setlist, you finally retreated backstage, feeling the reverberations of the music coursing through your body. The DJ was now setting up for the remainder of the party, but you had a little bit of time to mingle amongst the VIP section before heading back to your hotel for the night. Your heart was still pounding with adrenaline from your performance, and being surrounded by famous drivers only added to the rush. A few of them complimented you on your set and you shared brief conversations with them, feeling a sense of camaraderie in this elite group. Finally, you made your way to the sleek bar counter to quench your thirst with a crisp drink. As you stood there, taking in the glamorous scene around you, a subtle presence appeared next to you, catching your attention.
The deep, rich tones of Charles's accent filled your ears as you turned to face him. His presence felt warm and inviting, drawing you in. A small smile played on your lips as he asked, "Can I buy your drink?β
You couldn't help but chuckle at his boldness, "I guess I'll let you.β
As the thumping beat of the music pulsed through the air, Charles moved a few inches closer to hear you better. His eyes were intense and captivating, causing a slight heat to rise to your cheeks. Trying to hide your blush, you hoped the darkness of the night would conceal it.
"You put on quite a show," he said with a hint of admiration in his voice. Despite your attempt to remain composed, your cheeks grew even warmer at his compliment. But the dim lighting provided some cover for your embarrassment.
You shrugged, βItβs my job I guess.β The bartender handed your drink to you and Charles handed him his card to pay. βYou had quite a drive today.β You sipped your drink while maintaining eye contact with him, and a smirk spread on his face. It was only polite for you to compliment the winner of the Grand Prix.
βWell, thatβs my job.β He chuckled, βbut, thank you.β Silence fell between the two of you for a few moments, but it was comfortable. Almost as if he was an old friend you were catching up with. βSo, what got you into music?β He asked casually.
βUm well, my boyfriend told me that I could sing pretty well and I loved writing songs, so I just bought a guitar and put all of the pieces together.β You explained, feeling the slight buzz from your drink.
βBoyfriend?β Charles cocked his head curiously and your face flushed.
βSorry- heβs not my boyfriend anymore.β You laughed nervously, βJust a slip-up I guess. We broke up about 3 weeks ago.β
βAh, I see.β Charles nodded, βI guess thatβs where your chart topping song comes into play.β You smiled to yourself, why was Charles Leclerc keeping up with your success?
βYes, that seems to be the natural progression of things. My greatest inspiration is people who have wronged me.β You said nonchalantly. Charles threw his head back in laughter, which caused you both to stir in a fit of laughs.
For the next hour, you and Charles sat at the bar, your words mingling with the clink of glasses and murmur of other patrons. Despite the occasional interruption from curious drivers, your attention remained fully fixed on the man before you. His every gesture, expression, and word was captivating, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. However, as much as you wanted to stay lost in conversation with him, you knew that you needed to head back to your hotel soon. In just two days, you would be performing on a late night talk show - a career milestone that required all of your focus and preparation.
Charles leaned in, his voice earnest yet hesitant as he spoke. "I know we both lead busy lives, but...I would love to keep in touch with you," he said, catching you off guard with his sincerity. Your cheeks flushed at the realization that maybe all those small flirts from Charles throughout the night weren't just in your head. The possibility of something more between you and him sent a flutter through your heart.
βYeah, I would love that.β You nodded and handed him your phone so he could put his number in.
βAnd who knows, maybe one day Iβll get a song about me. But for good reasons obviously.β He joked which made you giggle like a child.
βHmm, weβll see. Goodnight, Charles.β You bid him goodbye and he watched as you turned to head to the backstage area where a car would drive you to your hotel. You smiled like a little kid the whole drive back, replaying every word and every little movement.
yourname austin you gave me so much love last night <3 im so grateful for this life!! and forza ferrari (am i saying that right??)
liked by yourbff, charlesleclerc, scuderiaferrari, and others
-user0926 omg i knew y/n would be a ferrari fan
-user5043 MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING
-user4558 liked by charles oh its soooo over π
-user3408 charles in the likes i repeat CHARLES IN THE LIKES
charlesleclerc An Austin GP win and an incredible afterparty. Cheers!
liked by landonorris, yourname, f1, and others
-user7224 stop it did he take his own pic of y/n?? are yall seeing what im seeing????
-yourname what a drive charles!!!
user3789 y/n what do you know
user2195 pls pls pls let this be real
-maxverstappen1 could barely celebrate with him bc he was chatting someone up all night.
user5904 MAX???
user3350 MESSYYY OMG WHO??
landonorris you've got them all riled up now
yourname here's a new song ive been messing around with. enjoy <3
(video IG STORY of y/n singing the first verse and chorus of enchanted)
TWITTER:
-user2958 did anyone notice that in y/n ig story she's literally singing a song ab meeting charles in austin or am i going crazy
user5409 i fear we've lost the plot
user3106 no no i see the vision. u MIGHT be onto something
user7074 wait didn't y/n have a bf?? or did they breakup?
user1513 they've been broken up for a couple weeks now, she wrote wanegbt about him!
user9543 wait what is the acronym-
user2218 we are never ever getting back together π
yourname what a pleasure it was to perform on late night AHHH pinch me im dreaming
liked by charlesleclerc, thelatenightshow, f1, and others
-user5943 anyone else wondering why the f1 account liked this post?? π
user6784 charles is running it dw!
yourname LMFAO π
user6784 Y/N?? TELL US WHAT U KNOW PLS
-user9234 shes a star omggg
-user2904 y/n biggest artist of the year im calling it!!
-user5382 y/n might make me start liking country music what
user1843 as if you could even call her music country music be fr
PEOPLE MAGAZINE: Y/n's Rise to Fame and the Gray Area of Country Music
For the past two months the internet has fallen for country music's latest star, Y/N. While it may appear all sunshine and roses for the young blooming star, every rose has its thorns. After making an appearance at the Formula One Grand Prix in Austin, Texas, her fanbase has skyrocketed. She's even appeared on Late Night, and is rumored to release her first album soon.
But many country music fans criticize Y/N's style of music, stating that it's actually not country music at all. They have distasted the way she dresses, noting that the only thing that makes her country is her hometown and the alleged "fake accent" that she sings with.
yourname back to my roots in nashville <3 missing everyone so much but thank you for the love recently. while i keep working on new music, here's a single to hold you over. nothing new is out now!!
liked by charlesleclerc, yourbff, sonymusic, and others
-user2943 the hate she gets is so undeserved, what a beautiful song <3
-user1158 WE LOVE U!!!
-user4857 new artists should not have to recieve this much hate no matter WHAT genre. we love u :,)
-charlesleclerc beautiful mon amour π€
user6729 WOAH UM
user3875 Y/N CHARLES SOFT LAUNCH PAUSE-
user8472 the lesbians 4 y/n lost something today π
*four months later*
yourname happy to announce my first album, begin again, will be yours so soon!! what a whirlwind these past few months have been but i wouldn't have it any other way π€ here's to new beginnings
liked by charlesleclerc, landonorris, yourbff , and others
-user5728 OMG I NEED THIS ALBUM NOW
-user9674 i just know these are the best 14 songs ever
-charlesleclerc safe to say im really pumped
yourname you should be 6 of the songs are about you
user5736 WHAAATFHGJG
user2756 SIX?? like one two three four five SIX???
charlesleclerc WORLD CHAMPION. Ever since I joined F1 I dreamed of having a driver's championship trophy, and now I've got it. Thank you to everyone on this team and everyone's who has supported my career. Til next season, forza Ferrari sempre. β€οΈ
liked by yourname, f1, scuderiaferrari, and others
-yourname i couldn't be prouder β€οΈ love u
-yourname ok now come home i miss u
-user4756 YASSS CHARLES!!!
-user2636 y/n and charles pretty much confirmed, charles wdc and y/n's album. guys we are literally WINNING rn.
-user2734 "FORZA FERRARI" we all said in unison.
TWITTER:
yourname SURPRISE!! tickets for the begin again one night only show are up for grabs now!!!! join me for one night in nashville as i perform my newest album :,) see u soon π
yourname thank you to everyone who came out for the begin again one night only show <3 performing the whole album start to finish was so perfect and i hope everyone's been enjoying the music. until next time π€
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-user2736 guys i was there and the amount of times she mentioned her "partner" was so π like we didn't all know she was talking ab charles i love them
-charlesleclerc my girl's a star β€οΈ
-user5793 so i can confirm so many songs are about charles its so perfect. enchanted made me cry
-user2741 i need to know what charles's favorite song is
charlesleclerc it's timeless
user2741 I KNEW IT
-user8573 charles can you fight ?!?!?!?
yourname i watched it begin again <3
liked by charlesleclerc, landonorris, yourbff, and others
-user3782 cowboy charles. the universe is aligned
-user1773 IM SOBBING I LOVE THEM π
-user8354 may a love like this find me (pls im begging actually)
-user1938 and the crowd is?...oh the crowd is sobbing
-charlesleclerc the most perfect girl ever
yourname i love u π
user2845 i love both of you
*four years later*
Charles is a three time world champion and you've toured around the world twice with two released albums. You are one of the most popular artists in the world, and Charles has been by your side the whole time. You've accompanied him to his races when you can, and have even befriended some of the other drivers. This life couldn't be more perfect.
charlesleclerc and yourname no one i would rather share the rest of my life with. here's to forever mon amour π€π
liked by landonorris, yourbff, f1, and others
-landonorris I've watched this love story bloom from the very beginning. Congrats you two!
yourname love u lan <3
-maxverstappen Congratulations! I can't think of two people more fit for each other β€οΈ
charlesleclerc β€οΈβ€οΈ
-user2754 they got ENGAGED and MARRIED and didnt tell us...iconic.
-user6843 COUPLE OF THE CENTURYYY
-user0854 they are so endgame like truly no one can compete
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author's note pt.2 :
TYSM for reading! i did nawtttt intend for this to end up this long and literally hit the max number of images but...anywhooo
let me know if you want to see more things like this from me! my inbox is open <3
Hello, I love your writing, can I request Charles Leclerc x singer!reader where they already knew each other back when they were teenagers but the reader moves to LA to pursue her career so they kinda feel off cuz of the long distance, so years later Charles decides to surprise her at one of her concerts and tries to shoot his shoot after all those years they end up together and it's all fluffy and cute.
Sorry if this doesn't make sense english is not my first language, thank you <3
love this!!! tysm <3
birds of a feather βΏ
charles leclerc x reader
summary: fem singer!reader reignites an old teenage love with famous driver charles leclerc
songs: birds of a feather by b.eilish, the 1 by t.swift
authorβs note: mostly cute and fluffy but had to add a bit of angst oops! inspo from billieβs new album obv bc thatβs all iβm listening to rn. also some google translate involved so oops again if itβs wrong :)
word count: 4k
In the luxurious city of Monaco, you and Charles were cruising along the winding roads late at night, a favored pastime for the two of you. The cool breeze tousled your hair as the windows were rolled down, filling the car with the scent of saltwater and adventure. You stole a glance at Charles in the driver's seat, his face adorned with that familiar boyish grin, his eyes sparkling just as they did on the day you met him.
The car zoomed down the winding road, its expensive engine purring like a contented cat. Despite its luxurious interior, Charles had no qualms about letting you put your feet up on the dash. The scarlet sky painted with streaks of orange and pink was the perfect backdrop for this drive at sunset.
One thing different about this drive at sunset was that one of your own songs was playing on the radio. At only 19 years old, your song βBirds of a Featherβ was reaching the top of the charts worldwide. At any chance he got, Charles would blast it at full volume whenever the two of you were together. It only made sense considering the song was about him.
You and Charles had been inseparable since childhood, a bond that felt unbreakable and essential to your very existence. Over the years, you both had your fair share of romantic partners, but it seemed like none of them could compare to the connection you shared. Despite any ups and downs in your own love lives, you and Charles always found your way back to each other, like two ships anchored together in the stormy sea of life.
Of course, there were fleeting moments when you wondered if there could be something more between you and Charles. The thought would cross your mind as his hand brushed yours or when he made you laugh until your sides ached. But those thoughts remained just that - fleeting and unspoken. You both cherished your friendship too much to risk changing its dynamic.
But deep down, underneath layers of familiarity and comfort, there was a quiet longing that neither of you acknowledged. A shared understanding that there was something more between you than just being best friends. And although it was left unsaid, it was an unspoken truth that added a layer of depth to your friendship.
The bass of the song throbbed through the car, drowning out Charles' words as he spoke to you. You strained to hear him over the music, but all you could see were his lips moving in time with the beat. "What?!" you shouted comically with a grin, and he reached for the volume knob to turn it down.
"I said, it's only a matter of time before you're touring worldwide," he repeated with a small smile. You shook your head in amusement. Charles always had grand visions for your music career, dreaming of reaching the stars and achieving the highest goals even when you couldn't imagine them yourself.
βYouβre only saying that to be nice,β you playfully bantered with him, knowing deep down he truly believed in your talent.
A wistful smile crossed his face as he replied, βIβm serious. Before you know it, youβll be in L.A., living your dream and making music for the world.β His words had a bittersweet edge to them, causing your own smile to falter. There was truth in his statement - Charles had just signed with Ferrari and would soon be the busiest he's ever been in his career as a Formula One driver. You were endlessly proud of him and all that he had accomplished. It feels like just yesterday when you both were just kids with big dreams, but now here you are, actually making strides towards achieving those dreams. Even with a hit song on the radio and promising opportunities ahead, you still felt like you were ages behind in becoming someone big in the music industry. And the thought of possibly leaving your best friend behind as you pursued your dreams weighed heavily on your heart.
He noticed the solemn expression on your face, his eyes full of understanding and affection. "Ah, come on," he said gently, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You know I mean that in a good way." His voice was warm and sincere."L.A. is a hotbed for the music industry right now," he continued, his excitement palpable. "And haven't you always talked about wanting to go to the States?"
You nodded slowly, unable to contain a small smile at the thought. "Yeah, but...I can't even imagine us being apart for so long," you admitted with a hint of sadness. "We've never been separated for more than a week. And even then, you were blowing up my phone every day." You couldn't help but laugh at the memory.
His own laughter rang out, contagious and genuine. "So now you know that when you're in the U.S., you won't have to worry about us not talking," he reassured you. "Clearly, I can't get enough of you." His words made your heart swell with love and comfort. Despite any ridiculous or anxious thoughts that may cross your mind, you were always reminded that the bond between you two could stretch thousands of miles.
About a week later, you had hired a manager with the help of your parents and were looking at record labels to sign with. Your social media pages were blowing up with new fans anticipating and begging for new music. It was a rightful step for a singer who had just had a song blow up, to make more music.
After many phone calls and contracts, you decided on the best deal to sign with the record label you had always wanted. With a location in Los Angeles, Sony Music Entertainment was your new employer.Β
As the days passed, the familiar childhood bedroom in Monaco slowly transformed into a maze of boxes and packing materials. The bittersweet scent of nostalgia clung to the air as you said goodbye to the people and places that had shaped you. It was early February, just before the newest Formula One season started, but Charles seemed to be swallowed up by his work, juggling the responsibilities of being their rookie driver. In those fleeting moments between racing events, he squeezed in time for you, knowing that soon you would both be consumed by your separate paths. On the last night together, you took a nostalgic drive around town, savoring every street corner and landmark. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you returned to your house - now empty and cold without all of your belongings. The silence hung heavy in the air as you sat side by side, cherishing these final moments together.
You both sat on your bed as you rested your head on his shoulder and asked, βHow did this even happen?βΒ
βYour talent will always drive you towards success, how could it not happen?β He replied and it made your eyes water. You werenβt sure how you were going to adjust with your time apart. Youβll miss his advice and little jokes. Youβll miss your late night drives around Monaco with him, taking in the cool air.
As he turned to face you, his piercing eyes caught the glistening trails of tears streaming down your cheeks. His own expression shifted from concern to sadness as he took in the sight of your heartbroken state. With a heavy sigh, he reached out to gently wipe away a stray tear from your cheek and murmured, "Please don't cry." Your eyes met his with a solemn understanding, but your bottom lip began to quiver despite your efforts.
You couldn't help but notice the glimmer of tears in his own eyes, which only made your own tears flow even more freely. Together, you both sat on the edge of your bed, gripping each other's hands tightly as you cried until it became almost comical at just how much emotion was pouring out of both of you. In between sobs, he managed to let out a small laugh and said, "It's not even an actual goodbye, I'll see you again soon.β
You couldn't help but laugh along with him through your tears. "I know," you replied with a watery smile. "I'll see you before I know it.β
But as the night wore on and the hour grew late, the reality of tomorrow morning's early flight to L.A. began to sink in. Despite wanting to hold onto this moment for as long as possible, you both knew it was time to say goodbye. You stood up and shared one final embrace, his arms enveloping you in a tight hug while yours rested around his neck. The warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his cologne brought a sense of comfort amidst the pain of parting ways.
βTu vas me manquer mon amour,β he whispered by your ear, which made you squeeze him tighter.Β
βTu vas me manquer davantage, Char.β You replied with a raspy voice, your cheeks still wet with tears. He blew you a kiss before walking out the door.
~ 5 years later ~
The electric energy of Los Angeles, California pulsed through the air as you walked towards the venue on the opening night of your highly anticipated second tour. Fresh off the massive success of your second album, fans from all over the world were eagerly awaiting your performance tonight. You could already hear their screams and see their signs, some bearing your name since the very beginning of your career. Your first tour had been small, just a few cities in the U.S., but now with your skyrocketing fame, this tour would take you to stages across the globe. The thought of performing for thousands of people in different countries sent a thrill through your veins. As you approached the entrance, excitement and nerves intertwined within you, ready to take on this new chapter in your music career.
As you nervously waited backstage, dressed in a stunning white gown for your highly anticipated opening night in Los Angeles, your mind couldn't help but wander to a familiar name: Charles. The two of you had been inseparable during your first year in L.A., constantly talking and supporting each other's dreams. But as time went on, his calls and texts became less frequent until they eventually stopped altogether. You found yourself relying on social media to keep up with him and were happy to see that he had found success with Ferrari, but also couldn't shake the feeling of hurt and confusion as to why he had suddenly disappeared from your life. You debated reaching out to congratulate him on his wins, but deep down, you knew it wouldn't make a difference.
The next years after that became hard, and you struggled to make genuine connections with anyone in the industry. You found that often other artists wanted to use you for their fame or publicity. But you had found one genuine person, your boyfriend. The two of you dated for two years, but two weeks before the opening night of your world tour, he broke things off. You were devastated, as he had become someone you loved dearly and could trust with your whole being. His reason was that he realized he couldnβt handle your level of fame and that it was becoming too much for him to handle.Β
So here you were, backstage, reminiscing on your career up until this point. Your mind ran over the setlist a thousand times. βBirds of a Featherβ hadnβt made the cut for this tour, and you stopped performing it all together once Charles had stopped communicating with you. You werenβt sure why he was on your mind so much for your opening night.Β
As you stepped out onto the stage, a wave of excited nerves washed over you. But with each step and movement, your confidence grew until it radiated off of you like a second skin. The bright lights illuminated your white dress, making it glow against the dark backdrop. You knew this dress well, having spent hours upon hours rehearsing in it, mastering every twirl and flick of the sleeves. And now, as you sang and danced flawlessly, you felt like a true star. Every note was hit perfectly, every movement graceful and deliberate. It was as if you were born to be on that stage, commanding the attention of everyone in the audience. The familiar click of a metronome and the muffled directions from backstage played in your in-ears, guiding you through the performance like a well-oiled machine. You had become a masterful performer, honing your craft to perfection.
You wished you could remember every moment of this night as you went through the setlist. You performed βthe 1β, a song from your most recent album. Fans speculated it was about the recent split with your boyfriend, but really in your mind you knew it was about Charles. Your fans mostly were unaware of Charles and the old friendship the two of you had. He rarely talked about you in the media, and you were never asked about him, even though the two of you were individually growing more famous by the day.
As the final song ended, you returned backstage, the sweat dripping down your face and your body heaving with exhaustion. This tour was more physically demanding than your last one, with intricate dance routines and high-energy performances. But it was all worth it as you heard the crowd's roar of approval after each song and saw their hands in the air, singing along to every lyric. The adrenaline rush and satisfaction of a flawless opening night kept you going despite the fatigue setting in.
You got a flood of compliments from your team and the crew backstage as you felt the dewy feeling of sweat on your forehead cool down. Your manager came up to and wrapped you in a big hug, congratulating you and updating you on the next steps for the tour.
βI know you donβt typically meet people after shows, but thereβs actually a visitor here for you. He was pretty persistent.β She told you as you stood outside your dressing room.Β
βWho is it?β You asked tiredly, not wishing for long interactions with people after the show. You were worn out, and typically napped or slept through the night after a long show.Β
βHe said his name is Charles Leclerc. Went on about how you guys were childhood friends. He showed his ID and credentials so we allowed it.β Your manager explained everything and as she was speaking your face became flushed. Charles was here, in L.A? And your management had allowed him to meet with you. You were partly in shock and partly frustrated with how easily he was able to persuade your team.
βWellβ¦where is he?β You asked, and your manager pointed to your dressing room door. βHeβs in my dressing room?β You questioned in a surprised voice, lowering your voice in case he could hear you.Β Β
βWe werenβt sure where else he couldβve waited. He made it seem like he needed to have a serious talk with you.β She explained further and you put your head in your hands. You couldnβt believe the words that had come out of her mouth, and thought that maybe she was joking. You thought that youβd open up your dressing room door and it would be empty, earning a loud laugh from her and a βGot you!β
As you slowly opened your door, still clad in your flowing white dress, your heart caught in your throat as you saw Charles sitting on the plush brown leather couch. The air was thick with surprise and a tinge of nervousness, evidenced by Charles' fidgeting hands rubbing against his pants. You could barely breathe as you managed to utter a breathless greeting, "Hi."
He stood up abruptly, his body language tense and unsure. βHi,β he replied.
The silence hung between you like a heavy curtain as you asked, "What...um...what are you doing here?" Your fingers instinctively ran through your slightly tangled hair as you waited for his response, feeling both overwhelmed and curious about this unexpected visit.
As he stood before you, he seemed to struggle with his words, his voice catching and pausing as if trying to contain an overwhelming emotion. You gazed at him in awe, taking in every detail of his changed appearance. The dimple in his cheek still deepened when he spoke, the same crystal eyes sparkled with unreadable emotions. But now his shoulders were broader, defined muscles rippling beneath his shirt, and his neck had thickened with strength. It was clear that time had passed, but it had only enhanced his features instead of diminishing them. "I," he finally managed to say, his gaze never leaving yours, "I came here to apologize." You couldn't believe he was standing in front of you after so long. And in this moment, all you could think about was how much you missed him and how different things could have been if he had stayed.
βApologize?β You repeated, awaiting further clarification.Β
βIβve missed you terribly.β He began to pour out, finally getting a grip on his words, βEvery day we havenβt been together has haunted me. Youβve plagued my dreams, my every waking thought.β He took a swallow, βI see you online, doing amazing things, and I just feel this guilt that Iβm not there with you.β
You could hardly believe the words he was saying. You felt the same, you missed him every morning you woke and every night you went to sleep. Yet you felt a tinge of resentment. He could have been there, he could have responded to your dozens of calls and texts.Β
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and your eyes watered with emotion, your face contorted with hurt. Your voice came out breathless as you spoke, "Char, why didn't you call?" Your heart ached with longing and you couldn't understand why he hadn't taken action to bridge the distance between you. The unspoken desire between you was almost tangible, making the current situation even more painful for both of you.
βMy ex-girlfriend, once we got together she saw how often we communicated and told me that I couldnβt talk to you anymore. And I thought I loved her so much that I was willing to do whatever it took. Butβ¦it turns outβ¦β He paused, looking you in the eyes.Β
βWhat?β You questioned, waiting for him to spit it out.Β
βIt turns out as the years went on, that I just loved you.β He said as he stepped closer.Β
βYou donβt mean that,β You denied shaking your head, a single tear running down your cheek.Β
βBut I do,β he grabbed your hand, βI think Iβve always loved you.β
You broke out into a grin while tears still fell, and wrapped your arms around him, burying your head into his chest. βWhat took you so long?βΒ
βIβm sorry mon amour, I guess I was just too stupid to actually do anything. But I love you, I love you so much.β His arms wrapped around your waist, kissing the top of your head.Β
You pulled back and placed your hands on his face, admiring his mature features. He took his thumbs to wipe off the tears on your face. βI love you too,β You told him and he grinned. βWill you finally kiss me?βΒ
His lips met yours in a gentle, yet passionate, kiss. As your heart raced and butterflies fluttered in your stomach, you couldn't help but smile as his lips moved against yours. It was your first kiss with the love of your life, a moment that you would never forget.
You had always known deep down that he was the one for you, but you had spent so long convincing yourself that a friendship was all it could ever be. But now, as you felt the warmth of his embrace and the intensity of his kiss, you realized that the love of your life could also be your best friend - the person who knows and understands you better than anyone else in the world. And in that moment, you were grateful for every step that had led you to this perfect moment with him.
Charles had to return to his Formula One season, but the two of you called every day. He made it to shows on your tour when he could, and when you traveled to France to play your home show, he was there for every minute of it.Β
The crowd knew that this show was special, and fans had picked up on the new romance between you and Charles. Everyone was loving it, and older fans finally put the pieces together on the connection the two of you had. So for your home show, you played βBirds of a Featherβ for everyone as a surprise, with Charles in attendance. The song had only changed meaning slightly, as you sang it with more love towards him than youβve ever had before. Headlines were soon filled with your name along with his.
As the next year rolled around and January came, the two of you were inseparable at award shows, him proudly by your side for every one of your achievements. His smile lit up the room and his hand always found yours in the sea of people. Even when you won your first Grammy, he was there in all of your acceptance speeches, his eyes sparkling with pride.
As the year went on and you took a break from touring, you joined him on the road during his racing season. The roar of engines and smell of burning rubber filled your senses as you watched him race with skill and determination. The paddock quickly became like a second home to you, with fans flocking to meet the both of you. The Ferrari team welcomed you with open arms, treating you like family. It was a dream come true to be able to share this passion with him, and you couldn't imagine a better way to spend your time off.
Charles never dulled your shine; in fact, he basked in its radiance. He was not intimidated by your fame, but rather, he reveled in it. As you both shared stories about past relationships, Charles' understanding became apparent. He may have been known for different reasons, but he knew the highs and lows that came with celebrity status. Together, you formed an unbreakable bond of understanding and support. Life had become akin to heaven with Charles by your side, a constant source of love and grounding amidst the chaos of fame.
Together, you moved into a luxurious apartment in the heart of Monaco. The spacious living room had been transformed into your personal music studio, with instruments and recording equipment scattered about in organized chaos. The walls were adorned with posters from your past tours and handwritten lyrics. Charles stood by the window, looking out at the stunning view of the city below, while you strummed your guitar on the plush couch. The sense of security and stability he brought to your life was palpable - his presence assuring you that he would always be there, no matter where your music took you. As you played him your latest compositions, his fingers effortlessly danced across the keys of the piano, adding depth and richness to the melodies. Together, you created magic in that space - harmonizing not just in music but also in life.
As you laid in bed one night, your head rested on the pillow turned towards him, you caught him staring at you. You grinned, βWhat?βΒ
βNothing, Iβve just never seen someone more beautiful before in my life.β He told you in a low voice, smirking at you. You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing you shouldβve expected him to shower you with compliments.Β
hi! hope you're having a good day, could i request charles dating a reader who doesnt have friends? or just feels lonely in general.. it can be shy if you're not comfortable writing that! just some comfortπ₯Ήπ₯Ή thank you!
false god π
"and i can't talk to you when you're like this. staring out the window like i'm not your favorite town"
summary: gf!reader and charles get into an argument after ferrari underperforms again.
song: false god by taylor swift
author's note: wrote this bc i had that song stuck in my head oops. no warnings really- just a bit of manipulation if u squint a little. (ALSO HI IM BACK <3)
word count: 2.2k
They all warned you about times like these. The girlfriends of the other drivers looked at you with wary eyes. Most of them vowed to never date a Ferrari driver, but your connection with Charles was unlike any other that you had before. Never date a driver in red because they love that team more than theyβll ever love you, youβd been told before. You always responded with nervous smiles and shaky laughs, hoping that in reality the other girls you had come to know were just playing some sick joke. Like this was all some sort of initiation into the clique that was girlfriends of F1 drivers.Β
None of their words felt true when you were next to Charles, his hands on your waist or your head cradled into his neck. Nothing had actually felt more right. You brushed off the warnings from the other girls and chose to focus on the love between you and Charles. You never brought any of this up to him, completely unwilling to cause any unnecessary drama between the close knit group you found yourself in. All of these people have known each other for years, and you were the latest addition.Β
In July, with three race weekends back to back, Ferrariβs dominant streak would be tested. Red Bull and McLaren were powering ahead with upgrades and race pace, and it appeared that the powerful scarlet team was falling behind.Β
You noticed the tension in Charlesβs face after a bad qualifying pace or another bad race result. The boundaries were being stretched. You observed how Charles would brush away your hand at dinner or neglect to kiss you goodnight before bed. The last two weeks had been hell for you, and in the back of your mind you wondered if there was some truth in what the girls had said months ago. Maybe these Ferrari men are just too much to handle after all.Β Β Β
Before the third and final race of the triple header, Carmen, girlfriend of Mercedes driver George Russel, pulled you aside to have a chat. βI know things have been hard for you and Charles.βΒ
You furrowed your brows, βWhat?β You laughed nervously. You hadnβt mentioned anything about the tensions between you and Charles recently. The only way Carmen and the other girls would have found out is if Charles was feeling the same way and he told them himself.Β
βNot that Iβve heard anything, just- you know. Ferrari has been falling behind, everyone can see it. And I know Charles cares for you, but that man has loved Ferrari since he could walk. When they donβt do well- when he doesnβt do well- heβs bound to take that out on the people around him.β Carmen easily articulated her explanation, which made your mind swirl even more as the small smile finally fell from your face.Β
You sighed, becoming flustered with the whole situation, and the warm sun beaming down caused a sheen across your forehead. βI just donβt know what to do.β You were unsure if Carmen was someone you could fully trust, as you hadnβt exactly made any super close friendships with them. The past couple of months, your whole focus has been Charles.Β
βJust know that it isnβt your fault. Before I dated George I dated a Ferrari driver. Their passion for the team and the intensity in their competitiveness makes them unlike any of the others.β She paused for a moment before she continued, βWhat you have to do is really try to read his emotions and find that balance of giving him space and being there to comfort him. Stand by him when he needs it, and back off if it seems too tense.βΒ
βThat sounds kinda hard,β You broke into a small smile, overwhelmed with the new information you had gained.Β
Carmen grabbed your hand, βItβll be okay. If I do know one thing, itβs that Charles is falling for you. Through thick and thin, I think you guys can make it.βΒ
A small wave of relief washed over you, βThanks, Carmen.β As long as someone had faith in your abilities to handle Charles, you didnβt feel so alone.Β
~
As most of the fans expected, the Austrian Grand Prix did not go well for Ferrari. Your heart sank when Charles finished outside of the points for the third weekend in a row. It would greatly hinder his ability to fight for the championship. He needed nothing short of a miracle to come back now.Β
You knew Charles had been dealing with the press for the last couple of hours, and you didnβt meet back up in the paddock with him until it was time for the two of you to leave to go back to Monaco for the next week.Β
You sat in the passenger seat of his car as he drove in silence for a few minutes, navigating his way out of the paddock. Once the two of you had made it onto the main road, you decided to read where his head was at.Β
βIβm sorry my love,β you comforted him and grabbed his free hand, giving it a light squeeze. He sneaked his hand out from your grasp, resting it on the steering wheel. You couldnβt help but feel your stomach sink.Β
βItβs just ridiculous, we canβt seem to get anything together.β He huffed in frustration, and you wondered if he even realized he had pushed your hand away.Β
βDespite the strategy issues, I thought you had a really good drive today.β Maybe a compliment would help?Β
He scoffed, βI couldβve been better. I made too many mistakes, regardless of how scrambled our strategy was.βΒ
You werenβt sure how to respond. You thought it was best for him to ruminate and think things out the rest of the way home. You had the rest of the drive to the airport, and then the whole plane ride to see if he was feeling any better. When you had to speak, you avoided any mention or talk about the race, or more specifically Charlesβs performance.Β
On the plane, you flew back with Lando and Oscar. Oscar had a fabulous race, and almost won it all. Lando on the other hand fought with Max the whole race and ended up with a DNF. So the plane ride was full of mixed conversation and feelings. Oscar was proud of his win and complimented the McLaren strategy, while Lando aired out his grievances for Maxβs intense competitiveness. Charles chimed in regularly to tell them they should consider themselves lucky to not have to deal with the Ferrari pitwall.Β
Still, you stayed silent, letting the three of them talk things through. You sat next to Charles in your seat but kept to yourself, trying to read your book but really you were listening to the conversation around you. Not once did Charles take your hand or give you a small peck on your cheek. As it appeared to Lando and Oscar, you and Charles didnβt even look like a couple at all.Β
You began to feel that aching pang of loneliness that you were so familiar with before you had met Charles. The feeling of having no one to speak to in a crowded room. You hated to appear shy and reserved, but didnβt want to push yourself to be outgoing. You had been dating Charles long enough that he knew one of your love languages was physical touch. You loved nothing more than small moments of affection, but in the past few weeks it seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you.Β
~
Charles opened the door to his apartment in Monaco, the moonlight being the only thing that shone on the furniture and pictures hanging on the walls. He languidly flicked on a couple of lamps, adorning the living room with a warm glow.
βYouβve been quiet.β He stated plainly, moving to the kitchen to fix himself a glass of water.
You took a moment to respond, βWell thereβs not really much for me to say.βΒ
Charles turned from the fridge to face you, and looked at your face, seeming to analyze the tone of your words. After he took a sip of his water he asked, βAre you alright?βΒ Β
You laugh nervously, βIβve been better.βΒ
He furrowed his brows, βWhatβs the matter?βΒ
βCmon, Charles. You canβt be serious.β You knew you were treading dangerous waters, but this conversation was long overdue, and after the exhausting plane ride you felt yourself boiling over.Β
He looked back at you expectantly, not knowing what you were getting at.Β
βYou havenβt noticed the way things have changed between us in the last three weeks? You havenβt noticed that when Ferrari starts struggling you push me aside?β Your voice was steady, but it shook slightly in a mix of nerves and frustration. In all the times youβve let Charles air out his frustrations, youβve held all of yours in.Β
His lips parted and you knew he was shocked but mostly confused. All of your questions were rhetorical, of course he hadnβt noticed. βYou never hold my hand, youβve stopped introducing me to your friends. I feel like the past few weeks Iβve only been someone for you to fuck to let your anger out.β You were really letting it out now, the words flowing out of you like they could no longer be contained.Β
βThatβs not true.β He persisted, walking out from behind the counter into the living room where you stood.Β
Tears pricked up in your eyes, βIt doesnβt matter if it isnβt true, itβs what I feel.β You brought your hand to rest on your chest.
βListen, you know Iβm happy with what we have, I donβt want to change anything about it. But you know my career is important too. My loyalty to this team is important.β He tried to explain himself, but you ruffled your fingers through your hair in exasperation.Β
βI fucking knew it, they were right.β You mumbled to yourself, now pacing.Β
βWho was right?β Charles pressed.Β
βThe other girls!β You raised your voice, βAs soon as we got together and you were bringing me around the paddock, they warned me. They told me to never date a Ferrari driver. That youβll always love that damn team more than youβll love me. They said it so. many. times. And then Carmen told me yesterday that she knew weβve been having problems and that the more Ferrari struggled the worse you would get.βΒ
Tears fell down your cheeks as you continued, βIβve tried, Iβve tried so hard. Iβve said all the right things, held your hand when youβre mad, tried to compliment you to make you feel better about yourself. None of that worked, you would still barely look at me.β Your breathing was heavy and your voice had become raspy with tears.Β
Charles moved closer to you, grabbing your trembling hands, βCome on, breathe my love.β You took a deep breath as he moved one of his hands to wipe away your tears. βIβve never said anything to the other girls about us, I donβt know why they said those things to you.βΒ
βBut- the way youβve been acting-β you sniffled, looking into his eyes that were filled with such care. You hadnβt seen that look in what felt like forever.
βI know, itβs been tough for me lately. Iβll take full responsibility for not treating you properly. You didnβt deserve any of that.β He gave your hand a slight squeeze, waiting a few moments before speaking again. βI do love this team, and I will push to be the best driver I can possibly be, butβ¦β he swallowed, βIβd be lying if I said I wasnβt falling for you. You are becoming more and more important to me by the minute, and Iβd quit racing today if you asked me to.βΒ
You let out a dry laugh, βYou donβt mean that.βΒ
βEvery word.βΒ
You were quiet, just looking in his eyes. You could tell he really did mean it. This thing between you and Charles was becoming more serious as the days passed. You knew that you were falling for him too, which is what made these past few weeks all the more confusing.Β
βIf I could give you any more assurance, itβs that racing- this career- will never ever be a priority over you.β He leaned in to place a light kiss on your temple.Β
βI just hate to see you struggling like you have been. I like it when youβre all happy.β You curled your lips into a small smile, and he grinned back.Β
He shook his head slowly, βTrust me, I know.β You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest. His lips kissed the top of your head, and everything felt right in the world again.Β
You pulled away, locking eyes with him. βIt gets lonely sometimes, in the paddock. I feel like Iβve failed to make any genuine friends.βΒ
He planted another kiss on your forehead, βWell, you could always keep to yourself. Be above any drama and gossip. Youβd surely be the coolest one there. Then, when itβs all said and done, we have each other.βΒ
You giggled into his kiss on your lips. Maybe you could eventually trust the other girls eventually, but their cold welcome to you was definitely unappreciated. But you had Charles, and more importantly, you trusted Charles. And you knew that bond wasnβt going away anytime soon.
summary: singer!reader starts soft launching a relationship with charles leclerc amidst a new album and tour after a messy breakup with lando norris...
song: (literally every single one mentioned lol)
author's note: back on my smau bs! faceclaim is sabrina carpenter bc DUHHH!!!! i honestly just loveee the messy drama and petty posts w this one
NEW ARTICLE: VANITY FAIR
After almost two years of fiery romance, pop singer Y/N and F1 driver Lando Norris split after cheating rumors
Rising pop sensation Y/N had temporarily put her music career on hold to accompany her new boyfriend, F1 rookie Lando Norris, on his journey to dominance. The couple's public debut was in Monaco, following Norris's first Formula One win last year. After being photographed together several times after that, the pair finally decided to be more public with their relationship, with Y/N attending every Grand Prix at Norrisβs side.Β
The media was ablaze with chatter about their fairytale romance, causing fans of both stars to swoon and declare them the next "it" couple. For nearly two years, Norris and y/l/n were inseparable, gracing every magazine cover and dominating headlines. But suddenly, everything changed. Rumors began circulating that Norris had been secretly seeing a stunning model for the past three months, sending shockwaves through the fandom. Soon, the once inseparable pair stopped appearing in public together, leaving fans to speculate if their relationship had met its bitter end. Now, all eyes are on Y/N as she prepares for her highly anticipated next album. Will she address the rumors and set the record straight, or will we all be left in the dark?
yourname proud to announce my second album, vicious, will be yours november 15th <3 more news soon x
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-user8465 YES YES YES
-user9902 oh we're about to get all the answers
-user4558 if the album is as good as the cover photo we are about to get FED
-user5041 everyone place bets on how many of these songs are about lando...
landonorris A steady couple of weeks for the team, ready to take on more tracks soon!
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-user4902 sir are you aware you are about to get cooked
-user5506 um id go into hiding if i were you
-user4558 people already jumping to conclusions yall calm downnn
-user1141 have you not SEEN the cheating rumors??
-user4558 we have literally no idea what happened between them tho
-user1141 girl i fear we are about to know tho
yourname all because i liked a boy :,)
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-user0402 please tell me the caption is a lyric on the album i might die
-yourname shhhh...
-user0402 I DIED.
-user5903 charles being messy in the likes i cant
-user4304 y/n i don't think we are ready truly
yourname the first single, feather, is out now for you to love and enjoy!! kisses
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-user3560 oh she's moved ON.
-user2094 "you wanted me, no DUH" we all said in unison
-user3932 im so sorry for your loss lando!!!
-user8856 she really just called this man a waste of time...icon behavior
-charlesleclerc A tune.
-user6678 CHARLES??
charlesleclerc Feels good to have a couple wins under our belt, the fight for the championship isnβt over yet.
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-yourname red looks best
-user7704 hey so what does this mean
-user5089 charles dominance could bore fans
-user6723 so no ones gonna say anything about y/n in the comments? okay
yourname the vicious tour, coming to a city near you <3 check my website for more info ;)
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-charlesleclerc the ticket is already in my cart
-yourname what a loyal fan <3
-maxverstappen can i tag along?
-user4783 omg what did i walk in on
-user4370 charles and y/n i- um- how did-
-user3904 i need this album like yesterday i cannot wait any longer
yourname vicious is officially out now!!! creating an album is always so daunting, but everything i went through this past year has brought me to where i am now :,) the lyrics, melodies, and tears flowed out of me like a literal waterfall and this record slowly evolved into something so personal and beautiful, and i hope you all love it as much as i do. for those who have bought tickets to the tour, i'll see you all so soon. xoxo
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-user3204 i simply have no words this is beautiful
-user5103 how is it possible to both cry and shake my ass to this album
-user0989 i know lando is somewhere sobbing and shaking
-user6434 everyone reply with ur fav songs so far!!
-charlesleclerc Picture You ;)
-yourname cheeky.
-user5568 could it be perhaps...because...its about you, charles?
charlesleclerc WORLD CHAMPION! It feels so good to finally have a WDC. The team has put in countless hours of work this season and it finally paid off. Red Bull and McLaren challenged us all year, but I've always had faith in myself and this team. This is a moment in my career that I will never forget. I'm ready to enjoy some time off, but I'll see you on the track soon.
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-yourname my champion <3
-charlesleclerc β€οΈ
-user6845 OMG THIS IS NOT A DRILL
-user3579 we all love you charles!!!!
-user9356 charles wdc and y/n soft launch in the comments yall are we okay
-user5602 once again lando is probably crying and throwing up
-user1362 karma tastes so sweet
-yourname tell me about it
yourname he's good for my heart βοΈ
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-charlesleclerc mon amour <3
-user5412 she's got him using that heart im obsessed
-user7584 going from wag to wag again she's truly iconic i fear
-user0049 girl why hide the face we recognize that man anywhere
-maxverstappen Soft launch of the century.
charlesleclerc my two loves. welcome to our little fam leo <3
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-yourname love u both <3
-user6731 oh my god i might cry
-user0823 u can tell charles is so perfect for y/n im so happy for them
-user7803 charles better treat her well or we ride at dawn
-charlesleclerc i'll love her forever
-user4812 CRYING I LOVE THEMMM
thx for reading!! might make a part 2 with y/n on tour...
summary: journalist!reader and lando get into an argument after the austrian gp
song: novacane by frank ocean
author's note: for the lando girlies who are struggling after the triple header </3 (also im back hiiii long time no see)
word count: 2.3k
As an F1 journalist, your job is not for the faint of heart. You are constantly on edge, especially when it comes to your boyfriend's performance on the track. Today, at the Austrian Grand Prix, he battled fiercely with Max, their cars weaving in and out of each other's paths. You watched with bated breath, your fingernails digging into your palms as you feared the worst - a catastrophic collision that could send either one of them careening into the unforgiving walls. The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline filled your nostrils as you anxiously awaited the outcome of this intense race.
As a professional in the racing world, you were well aware of the scrutiny and attention that came with your job. But nothing could have prepared you for the media frenzy that erupted when news of your romance with the British driver, Lando, became public knowledge. You felt a twinge of fear for the safety of your job, but thankfully no major consequences arose from the slight controversy.
In fact, as fans began to capture sweet moments between you and Lando on their cameras, it seemed that they had come around to accepting and even celebrating your relationship. As you often walked together through the bustling paddock, surrounded by the sights and smells of burning rubber and adrenaline, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and support of those around you.
The rumble of engines crescendoed as the final laps of the race drew near. Max and Lando were neck and neck, their cars weaving through tight turns as they fought for first place. The tension was palpable in the air, and the crowd held its breath in anticipation. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed throughout the track - Max and Lando's cars had collided, their tires punctured and dreams of victory shattered.
Max raced into the pits, his heart pounding as his crew frantically worked to repair his car. On the sidelines, Lando's team watched helplessly as he climbed out of his damaged vehicle, frustration etched on his face. The once friendly rivalry between them now burned with disappointment and regret.
As you stood in the garage watching the chaos unfold, memories of shared dinners and late night parties with Max and Lando flooded your mind. But now, all you could feel was an anxious knot in your stomach, knowing that you wouldn't be able to see Lando until after his post-race interviews.
As your boss informed you that you would be the one conducting Lando's post-race interview, your worries swelled to a fever pitch. You anxiously fiddled with your microphone, feeling its weight in your hand as you mentally prepared for the task ahead. As you completed your first couple of interviews with ease, speaking to Charles and Lewis who had their well-rehearsed PR speeches at the ready, you couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that Lando would be a different challenge altogether. You knew his tendency to deviate from the script given by his assistant, opting instead to speak his mind. And today, you knew he would have plenty on his mind - most likely anger.
Over the past couple of weeks, Lando had grown increasingly tense as he climbed higher and higher in the championship standings. He was on track to beat Max, a feat that seemed impossible just a few races ago. The pressure and expectations weighed heavily on him, evident in the way his muscles were constantly tight and his jaw clenched. Even when the two of you were alone, he couldn't seem to fully relax.
As he approached you now, his face was still flushed and glistening with sweat, but there was an undeniable edge to his demeanor. Normally, you would swoon over his post-race glow and heavy breathing as he cooled down, but now it only made you more worried. You couldn't decipher if his ragged breaths were from the intense race or from simmering anger.
As he locked eyes with yours, a warm smile spread across his face. Your heart fluttered in response, but you quickly composed yourself and began asking your prepared questions. Normally, you were the one to come up with these interview inquiries for the post-race interviews, but this time your boss had given you a list of specific ones to ask. You did your best to steady your shaky breathing as you spoke, directing your questions towards Lando and the intense racing between him and Max. You couldn't help but notice the slight furrow of frustration on his brow, likely from being asked the same question multiple times before you got to him. With a professional tone, you probed into whether Lando believed the collision at the end of the race was his own fault or an error on Max's part.
Your hand trembled as you hesitantly raised the microphone to ask the question that had been weighing heavily on your mind. It was a topic rarely broached in these types of interviews, personal and sensitive. But you couldn't let this opportunity slip by without getting the answer straight from the source. Lando's expression grew serious, his voice tinged with frustration as he spoke about the standing between him and Max's friendship. His sweat was beading down his forehead and staining his hair. The intensity of the race still radiated from his every pore.
As he recounted his version of events, memories flooded your mind. Dinners with Max and Lando, their laughter filling the fancy restaurants and drawing curious glances from other patrons. Days spent out on the yacht with them, diving into the cool ocean waters with abandon.
It seemed impossible to imagine that anything could come between their strong bond. But as Lando's voice trailed off with a final statement about the potential permanent damage to their friendship, a sense of sadness washed over you. The reality of their argument sinking in, and the possibility of a rift between two close friends threatening to become a painful reality.
Despite his harsh statement, you maintained a composed demeanor and continued to ask him questions about his race performance. It was your responsibility to gather insights from him so he could identify and address his errors and shortcomings, something that Lando despised doing. He often downplayed his own abilities and would remark that certain mistakes had "ruined" his performance. It pained you to hear him speak negatively about himself, but it frustrated you even more that you were the one tasked with extracting these self-deprecating comments from him.
As the interview went on, your frustration grew hotter in your chest, and Lando's once cold stare now burned with anger directed at you. Did he truly blame you for the uncomfortable questioning? You hoped he knew it wasn't your choice to ask such probing questions.
As the interview ended, you mustered up a small, reassuring smile for him. However, his piercing green eyes held no warmth or affection - only anger. You mentally cursed yourself, knowing he was pissed off at your questions. Hastily, you flashed your friendly grin at the next driver approaching for an interview. Time to move on and leave dealing with Lando for later.
As the clock ticked closer to your official end of day, you couldn't wait to make your way to the McLaren paddock. The crew there had slowly started to embrace you with open arms, once they accepted your relationship with Lando. Now, you were free to come and go as you pleased outside of work hours.
You softly knocked on Lando's driver's room door, anticipation bubbling in your chest. After a few moments, the door swung open, revealing those familiar brown curls and that sun-kissed skin you had grown to love. But this time, Lando's face held no smile and he didn't speak when you walked in.
"Hey Lan," you spoke softly, the tension evident in your voice as you cautiously entered the small room. The air was thick with unease as you walked on eggshells around this version of Lando, deciding to take a seat on his small bed.
βHi,β he mumbled. As he unzipped his sleek driver's suit and peeled off his fireproof shirt, revealing a chiseled and sweat-glistening torso, you couldn't help but admire his muscular physique. His back muscles rippled as he reached up to the top shelf, revealing the orange McLaren shirt that hugged his body perfectly.
βIβm a- Iβm sorry about that interview.β The weight of your apology hung heavy in the air, almost suffocating. You longed to see him smile again, it was one of your favorite sights, but instead, his face was a mask of frustration and anger. Your heart ached at the sight of him so upset.
He scoffed bitterly, "Yeah, sure." He began to peel off the rest of his suit, exchanging it for a pair of sleek black pants. He had more press interviews lined up, but you had made sure to check the time before entering his dressing room. You knew he wasn't in a rush. As he changed, his movements were swift and precise, like a dancer rehearsing their steps. Despite the tension between you, you couldn't help but admire him.
"Come on, Lan, don't be like that," you pleaded, your fingers running nervously through your hair. You wanted him to understand, to let go of his anger and return to his cheerful self.
"It doesn't change the fact that I had to answer those questions," he replied, bitterness creeping into his voice. You couldn't blame him; who would want to be bombarded with inquiries about their friendships and personal flaws right after a grueling race?
The air between you was thick with tension, tinged with the scent of sweat and adrenaline. The sound of heavy breathing and distant cheers filled the silence as you both stood there, trying to bridge the gap between your feelings. But it seemed impossible in that moment, as if a chasm had opened up between you. You sigh, βI know, Iβm still sorry.β You looked down at your feet, unsure as to what else you could say.Β
You heard his movements come to a halt, and you instinctively lifted your gaze to meet his intense stare. His piercing eyes seemed to be searching your very soul as they roamed over your face and down your body. You felt a familiar heat rising in your cheeks as he took in every inch of you, his expression shifting from serious to playful. A small smile tugged at the corner of those irresistible lips. He ran his fingers through his tousled curls, letting out an audible sigh before settling down beside you. "You wore orange today," he said with a sly smirk, his eyes still fixed on you.
You broke into a smile, βI believe itβs called papaya, actually.β
βFor me?β he asked in a slightly shocked tone. As if youβd wear this color for anyone else.Β
βAlways for you, Lando.β You looked over into his eyes as he placed a hand on the top of your thigh.Β Β
βI'm sorry about earlier, I know that interview wasn't your fault,β he apologized, his eyes gazing deeply into yours. The intensity in his gaze showed that this was more than just a formality; he truly meant every word he spoke. You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him, remembering the emotional outburst he had during the race.
βI know, and I want you to know that you're so much more than your mistakes today,β you reassured him sincerely. βYou're an incredible talent, and it's a shame that it wasn't fully recognized today. It feels like you're not getting the recognition you deserve as someone who is fighting for the championship right now.β Your words spilled out earnestly, unable to hold back your admiration for him any longer. As a reporter and journalist, you were often expected to maintain an unbiased stance towards Lando, especially with the growing romantic relationship between the two of you.
But in this moment, you couldn't help but express how truly talented and deserving he was. Because if there was one thing that was undeniable, it was Lando's sheer brilliance on the track. However, deep down, you knew that sharing your true opinions may result in backlash from those who accused you of being biased. But in this moment, all that mattered was showing Lando how much he meant to you and how highly you regarded his abilities.
So here you were now, babbling to Lando, all the while he has this grin on his face. He was captivated by your knowledge and passion for racing, how you always seemed to have the right things to say on driver moves and strategies when some of your colleagues were clueless.
Mid-sentence, Lando's hand reached up to gently grasp your chin, tilting your head back as he pressed his lips firmly against yours. In between kisses, his smile was infectious as he teased, "You really do know how to stroke my ego, don't you?" The warmth of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, causing you to melt even more into his embrace.
You grinned into the next kiss, resting a hand around his neck, βMaybe.βΒ
This was the Lando you had fallen head over heels for, the charming and flirtatious driver who constantly sought recognition for his talent. You knew that there would be difficult days ahead, navigating through the media's constant criticism of his abilities, but you were determined to show him love and support no matter what. After all, it had been a while since you felt this kind of intense connection with someone. The way he flashed his dimpled smile and playfully teased you made your heart flutter like a bird in flight.
You couldn't imagine a future without him by your side.
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