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[gaslysric]

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and even though we never said it to each other

we knew.

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{currently writing}

Game on. (Charles x reader x Pierre) : 1 , 2

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{driver imagines}

"when i saw you i fell in love, and you smiled because you knew" - w. shakespeare

pierre gasly

pinky promise

praying for an angel

elodie

lia's lion *readers favourite

best day of his life

charles leclerc

bed day

sudden

daniel ricciardo

nervous

trust

she looks so perfect

lando norris

friend

mick schumacher

midnight rain

arthur leclerc

just friends *longest

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{social media}

"all the pretty stars shine for you, my love" - lana del rey

pierre gasly 1 , 2

arthur leclerc 1

george russell 1

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{series}

"baby, i'm yours til the poets run out of rhymes" - arctic monkeys

pierre gasly

best friends twin: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

why not me? (ft. max verstappen): 1 , 2

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"when it comes to art it's important to not hide the madness" - atticus

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[gaslysric]

Chapter Two : Out-lap.

Game on is a Charles Leclerc x reader x Pierre Gasly series

Summary: As qualifying looms, Y/n’s nerves resurface and so does Pierre. But the tension isn’t just about racing.

Content warnings: References to a past racing accident, Mentions anxiety and nervousness

Word count: 1.3k

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The morning of qualifying brought with it a different kind of heat. Not just the sun, which had sharpened since yesterday, but the kind that buzzed in the walls of the paddock. It was electric and relentless. Everyone was busier. Louder. Sharper. Like something was about to happen.

Y/n felt it immediately.

Jacques had barely slept, not that he ever really did during a race weekend. He was already deep in conversation with an engineer by the time she finished her espresso in the McLaren hospitality building. Their mother sat next to her, fingers twitching with energy, while her dad sat on the opposite side of the booth reading a printout of lap times like it was scripture.

“Don’t fidget,” her mother said gently, adjusting the sleeves of Y/n’s blazer.

“I’m not,” she lied, even as her leg bounced.

“You are,” her dad murmured without looking up. “Same as November, 2013.”

She rolled her eyes, but her chest pinched a little. That was the month of Jacques’s crash. The one they all pretended didn’t shape their lives in quiet ways afterward.

“I’m fine,” she said softly.

Her mum offered a look. “No one said you weren’t.”

They walked out into the paddock as a family, and for a while it helped. The sun on her shoulders. The swell of crowd noise. Her mum looping her arm through hers like she used to when they were younger.

But when Jacques peeled off toward the garage, her parents following him along with the rest of the people they’d brought, the nerves began to creep back in, winding around her like something familiar and cold. This wasn’t about her. She wasn’t the one driving. But still.

“You okay?” a voice asked from behind her, and she recognised it instantly.

“Yeah, of course,” she nodded, unconvincingly. Pierre exhaled lightly though his nose, knowing the girl too well.

He’d always been able to read her. Knew her like the back of his hand still, after all this time.

“He’ll be fine, you know. He’s better than he was before. Wiser, more skilled,” Pierre listed, smiling at her although talking seriously.

“I know,” she nodded.

“Hasn’t crashed in a year and a half,” he added.

“I know that too.”

“But yet here you are,” he said, glancing at her hands where she was mindlessly picking at the skin around her nails. She looked down, sighing.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged.

Pierre didn’t answer right away. Just watched her, head tilted slightly like he was trying to figure out if this was a version of her he recognised or something entirely new. It was strange how quickly they’d fallen back into this. The comfort. The unspoken things.

“I was convinced you wouldn’t come,” he said eventually.

She looked up. “I wasn’t, originally.”

“So what changed?”

He asked it softly, no edge to it, but it still felt like it carried weight. She hesitated.

“Jacques asked nicely,” she said. “And… my mama said it was time.”

Pierre didn’t say anything to that. Just shifted his weight, thumb brushing his lower lip, a nervous tell he probably didn’t realise he still had.

“Clearly, Charles didn’t think you’d come either.”

Y/n blinked. “What?”

“I saw his face yesterday. He was surprised but happy.”

A pause.

“I didn’t come for Charles,” she said.

Pierre nodded, but his jaw clenched just enough that she noticed.

“I didn’t come for you either,” she added, quieter now.

“I know.”

But she wasn’t sure if he did.

A marshal’s voice boomed over the speaker system, and somewhere behind them a photographer cursed about losing light. The paddock was so alive, so brimming with energy, that it made standing still feel almost unnatural.

Pierre glanced back toward the garages. “Come on,” he said, nodding toward the garages. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

She raised a brow. “Protective now?”

He smirked faintly. “Just old habits.”

Y/n let herself be led. She didn’t say anything, but she noticed the way people looked when they passed. Mechanics, journalists, strangers, none of them looked surprised to see Pierre Gasly with a woman. But they did look a little longer than usual.

Maybe it was because of how he walked beside her. Not touching, but always just close enough to suggest he might.

They stopped just outside the McLaren garage. From here, she could see Jacques surrounded by engineers, helmet in hand. Her mum was laughing with one of the mechanics, and her dad had finally relinquished his spreadsheet to someone else.

“You’re nervous for him,” Pierre said, looking through the doorway.

“Wouldn’t you be?”

He gave a short nod. “I was. Twelve years ago. We all were.”

Y/n didn’t speak. Her fingers still picked at the skin round her nails.

“He was so young back then,” Pierre went on. “Didn’t listen to anyone. Would throw the car into every corner like it owed him something.”

She laughed softly. “He still kind of does that.”

“True. But now he knows what it costs.”

“You don’t talk to him much anymore do you?” She asked quietly.

Pierre sighed, he really hopped he could’ve left this all in the past but seeing Charles with y/n yesterday fulled him. He couldn’t let it go, still to this day. “Not really,” he started. “Probably for the best” he looked down to his shoes, finding his shoelaces really interesting.

“Yeah” she nodded agreeing.

A silence settled between them again, not uncomfortable, just… full.

“You’ve changed,” he said after a while.

She turned. “So have you.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Think that’s a good thing?”

“I don’t know yet.”

Pierre nodded, then pulled his cap lower on his head. The moment hung between them like something unfinished.

Before she could say anything else, her dad appeared in the doorway and gestured for her to come in. She caught the brief pause in his step when he clocked Pierre, his eyes flicking between them for a second too long before he nodded politely.

“I should go.”

“Yeah,” Pierre said. “You should.”

But neither of them moved right away.

“Good luck,” she said, because it was safe. Simple.

“Thanks,” he replied. He wanted to say more but didn’t. Although she could see in his eyes what he wanted to say. The things he hadn’t before. He was more guarded now, but it was still comfortable.

As she walked away, she didn’t look back.

But she felt him standing there, just the same as before.

Pierre sat on the bench in his driver room, helmet beside him, suit halfway on. The hum of the TV played in the background another segment on Charles’ battle to dethrone Jacques, of course. He didn’t look at it.

He rubbed his hands together, restless, then leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

He’d been stupid to walk up to her like that. Too familiar, too quickly. It had been instinct. The kind that came from knowing someone too well and forgetting how much time had passed.

She looked the same. Older, sure. A little sharper around the edges. But the same eyes. The same way her voice tightened when she was trying not to be emotional. The same habit of pressing her thumb into her palm when she was uncomfortable.

He hated that he still noticed those things.

He’d always been the one who held it closer to the chest. Charles could talk about the past and laugh. Could make it light. Pierre didn’t know how to do that. Not with her.

Resurfacing it all, the feelings, the what ifs, the timing that never worked. It was messier for him than it would ever be for Charles.

He sat back, exhaled slowly through his nose.

“Stupid.” he muttered under his breath unsure if he meant the past, present or just himself.

Then he stood, pulled the sleeves of his race suit up, and closed the visor on his helmet like it could keep everything else out too.

He didn’t know how how to make it light. Not like Charles. Not with her.

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[gaslysric]

Chapter one : Start line.

Game on is a Charles Leclerc x Reader x Pierre Gasly series.

Summary: Y/n returns to the paddock, and with one coffee, Charles and Pierre feel everything they thought they’d outgrown come rushing back.

Content Warnings: Mild language

Word Count: 1.8k

let’s just remove the cobwebs on this blog real quick…

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Charles Leclerc and Pierre Gasly had always been best friends. They had that kind of bond built by most on karting tracks. The kind which was built by competition, where every race, every run, even something as dumb as “who can sprint to that stack of tires faster” turned into a battle. Their friendship had been made from rivalry, shaped by it. And somehow, it had always worked, until it didn’t.

When they were fifteen and sixteen, the competition shifted. This time, it wasn’t about lap times or footraces. It was about Y/n Auclair.

Y/n was Jacques Auclair’s little sister, and she’d grown up around them, quietly in the background at first, tagging along with her older brother to races here and there. But something changed the year before Jacques aged out of their category he started bringing her around more. She wasn’t a kid anymore. Both Charles and Pierre noticed it at the same time. There was just something about her. The way she smiled too wide when she laughed. The way she bounced her leg whenever Jacques was on track, unable to sit still. She’d never noticed the effect she had. Not on them, at least. But the moment she started hanging around regularly, they both fell. Hard.

And, for the first time, they hated each other a little.

Y/n didn’t have a clue. She thought they were all friends. She’d chat with Charles, then with Pierre, laughing and talking like it meant nothing, completely unaware that the two boys had started glaring at each other behind her back. Snapping. Getting snide. Everyone around them noticed. Their whole karting circle knew….

Y/n was accidentally in the middle of a love triangle which neither Charles or Pierre had signed up for but one that both refused to walk away from.

“Shut up. Seriously. You need to stop, it’s creepy. Pierre’s your best friend,” Lorenzo had told Charles one day after hearing yet another rant about how Pierre got her number first.

“You’re like a stalker, Mate. That’s gross,” Anthoine had told Pierre, after catching him crouched behind a stack of tires, trying to eavesdrop on Y/n and Charles having a conversation.

Eventually, it all got to be too much. Charles and Pierre had a major fight . One of those shouting matches where no one even remembers what was said, only that it hurt. And after that, they swore off competing for girls forever. They were supposed to be best friends, brothers, a duo. No one and nothing was worth throwing that away.

When the season ended, Y/n left with Jacques. Her appearances at races stopped entirely. There were a few texts now and then, but even those faded out. She was gone from their world, tucked away in the past like some unresolved subplot. Charles and Pierre moved on. The rivalry cooled. Their friendship found its rhythm again. It stayed that way for over a decade.

By now, Charles could barely remember what had even started the fight. All he knew was that he and Pierre were closer than ever, Laughing in corners during drivers’ meetings, slipping jokes into press conferences, living in and out of each other’s driver rooms. The whole thing with

Y/n felt like a weird teenage fever dream. Ancient history.

Until Jacques raised his hand at the end of a race meeting.

“Yeah, is there any way we can get more family passes?” he asked the FIA rep.

“You need more than the allocated ten?” the woman asked, looking at him like he’d asked for a unicorn.

“Yeah, France is my two-hundredth race,” Jacques replied with a casual shrug. “My mom invited basically our entire extended family. I’ll probably need twenty, if possible.”

The room chuckled. Jacques always got what he wanted. Reigning world champion. The first driver to win every single race in a season. On track to do it again this year. He didn’t ask for much, but when he did, no one told him no.

“Talk to your team,” the rep sighed, already defeated.

Jacques grinned, brushing a hand through his hair. “Cool.”

“How do you even have that many family members who want to come see you race?” Lando asked, grinning.

Jacques didn’t sit with the other French speakers. Never had, really. He’d found his people early on among the Brits and never looked back. Most of his downtime was spent with Lando, George and Alex. If Charles and Pierre said anything to him outside of the cooldown room or press conferences , it was a rarity.

“I don’t even know, man. I’m French,” Jacques replied with a gentle laugh.

“But your family section is always empty?” Alex chimed in, confused.

“My mum probably invited the neighbours. Half my family can’t stand to watch me race,” he joked.

Charles and Pierre exchanged a look.

Would Y/n come?

It was a question that neither of them voiced but both of them were clearly thinking. The last time they’d seen her was after Jacques’ awful crash in his final season karting with them. She’d been white as a sheet, visibly shaken. She’d never come to another race again. Not once.

They weren’t interested anymore, obviously. But both would be lying if they said they hadn’t thought about her over the years. Wondered who she’d grown into. Where she was. Whether she still had that same spark.

Turned out, she was in the passenger seat of Jacques’ McLaren the following week, pulling into the paddock.

“I still don’t know why Mama’s making me come. You know I’m proud of you. I don’t have to be here to prove it,” she grumbled.

“I haven’t crashed this season, and last year was clean. It’s been over ten years y/n,” Jacques said calmly.

“I know. Still.” She fiddled with her hair in the side mirror. “Do I look okay?”

Jacques gave her a look. “You look fine.”

She got out of the car and adjusted her shirt, tugging it smooth. Classic paddock outfit: straight-legged jeans, a white waistcoat-style top, white heels, and a designer bag Jacques had bought her for her birthday. Her McLaren cap sat neatly on her head. It was her first time in the paddock, and it showed but in a good way.

As they approached the group, Jacques leaned in. “Be nice. They’re weird and British,” he teased.

George turned, smiling. “Bonjour!”

“Guys, this is my sister. Y/n.” Jacques introduced, rolling his eyes at his friend’s awful pronunciation.

“Hey! I’m Lando, Jacques’ teammate,” Lando said, extending a hand.

“I know who you are,” she laughed, shaking it. “Nice to meet you all.”

Lando looked at her like he’d just been hit in the chest. She was charming. Effortless.

“I gotta go. Mama and Papa are nearly here. There’s plenty for you to do,” Jacques said, already peeling away.

“Cool. I’ll grab a coffee or something,” she nodded.

She wandered off, pretending to scroll her phone, not really paying attention , bumping straight into someone.

“Oh! Sorry!” She exclaimed.

“Y/n?” the voice came, surprised.

She looked up.

Charles.

He stared at her for a second, then grinned. “Holy shit. I didn’t recognize you. You look… incredible.”

“A decade will do that,” she said with a smirk.

“I heard Jacques was bringing the whole family, but I never thought they’d actually convince you.”

“My Mama forced me.”

“You getting coffee? I was just heading that way. We should catch up.”

“Sure. Coffee stand’s this way”

“No, no. That one’s awful. Come to Ferrari. Way better.”

“They’re not going to let me into Ferrari wearing this,” she said, tugging at the McLaren cap.

“You’re with me. It’s fine.” He laughed, waving her on. “You’ve aged like fine wine, by the way.” He winked at her with a level of confidence he didn’t have at fifteen. The fame, money and that infamous mullet having a positive knock on effect to his ego.

“Stop,” she said, though she clearly didn’t hate hearing it.

Inside, she took off the cap. Charles grinned at her like it was a secret joke between them.

“What’s your coffee of choice?” he asked.

“Just a black coffee. Very French of me, I know.”

“No shame in that. Iced?”

“Iced? Black coffee?”

“Y/n, you haven’t lived. Trust me.”

She laughed. “Fine. Surprise me.”

He ordered it quickly on his phone. She reached for her bag. “How much do I owe you?”

“Zero euros, zero cents.”

“Charles.”

“Hey, I invited you. And you would’ve ended up with overpriced bad coffee. I saved you.”

“Well, thank you.”

“So what are you doing these days?”

“I work for Jacques. I’m his marketing agent. So, you’ve got Jacques the F1 driver, and then you’ve got Jacques the celebrity. I run the personal side of his career.”

“That’s actually really cool.”

“I love it. I get to travel, and it pays well. I’m trying to build his presence online. Make him more relatable, especially for the younger fans. The sports changing and girls are getting into F1 now more than ever, and if I can make him seem fun, likeable, maybe they’ll pick him as their favourite driver and it’s working.”

“You should run my socials.”

“I’m in Monaco all the time. We could definitely talk.”

“You live in Monaco?”

“Kind of. I split time between Monaco and Milan.”

“Milan?”

“Yeah. My ex was there. We were engaged… not anymore. But I kept the apartment. My family moved out there too when I did. I still love it.”

Charles paused. “Someone let you walk away? Idiot.”

“He was a huge idiot.” She agreed with a simp nod.

“You’re still as amazing as I remember.”

“You’re still a sweetheart.” Her phone buzzed. She checked the screen, smile fading. “That’s my parents. I should go meet them. Thanks for the coffee.”

“Wait.” He stepped forward. “Take my number. Text me when you’re back in Monaco. Let me take you to dinner.”

“You’re asking me on a date?” she said, eyebrows raised.

“I am.”

“Wow. Bold.” She passed him her phone. He typed in his number and texted himself.

“I’ll text you,” she promised, hugging him.

As she walked away, Pierre looked up, just in time to see her smile at Charles. That same smile he hadn’t seen since they were kids.

And it still hit like a gut punch.

“Pierre!” Charles called out. “Guess what?”

Pierre walked over slowly. “What?”

Charles was grinning. “I win.”

Pierre blinked. “Win what?”

“It only took twelve years, but I finally have a date with Y/n Auclair.” Charles spoke proudly.

Something shifted behind Pierre’s eyes. Just slightly.

“She lives part-time in Monaco. And Milan.” Charles continued, too excited to realise what exactly he was saying.

Milan, Pierre’s home.

He gave Charles a look. Cool and Even. But with something new but very familiar brewing underneath.

“Game on,” Pierre said, patting his best friend’s shoulder.

He turned and walked away without another word.

Charles stood still for a moment, watching him go.

Milan, of course. He should really think before speaking.

He exhaled, steadying himself.

Game on.

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[gaslysric]

only wears white (George Russell x Reader)

social media au

warnings: rich people lmao

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username let him shoot his shot y/n is drop dead

username if anyone on the grid has a chance with her it's charles and charles only

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landonorris is that a second towel? 👀

username WHAT DO YOU KNOW!?

georgerussell63 some of us are too tall for one towel 🤷‍♂️

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y/n.l/n

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username a man is clearly driving that car 🥲

username we have not lost her i'll scream

username does this mean mine and y/n weddings off?

username how can you look so pretty only wearing white !?

georgerussell63

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username i hate soft launches

username y/n liked...

username and she only wears white...

username can't believe we lost her to george russell

y/n.l/n

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y/n.l/n i used to read my mama's copy of mayfair when i was little, now i'm on it! 🤍

i'm so grateful for all the opportunities i have been given but i also recognise that i've had a push in life because i was born into hereditary wealth and lot of you brand me an 'it' girl because i live an idealistic life. while i appreciate all that you have done for me, please recognise that your life is perfect just the way it is and that i did not work to live a life of luxury i was born into it and that in way whatsoever makes me more important or more desirable than yourself. i love you all 🫶🏻

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username george red hearts don't fit your girls aesthetic

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~~ fin ~~

short but i thought it was cute. ask we love geri horner here, inspirational queen 🤍

[gaslysric]

only wears white (George Russell x Reader)

social media au

warnings: rich people lmao

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username i want to be 1969 fiat jolly rich

username mr george russell what are you doing on our y/n's account

username thought i was the only one who saw that!

username let him shoot his shot y/n is drop dead

username if anyone on the grid has a chance with her it's charles and charles only

georgerussell63

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georgerussell63 a lil hot here in kent

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alex_albon please put a shirt on

landonorris is that a second towel? 👀

username WHAT DO YOU KNOW!?

georgerussell63 some of us are too tall for one towel 🤷‍♂️

username hmmm landos comment is suspicious...

username the dogs out for free!!!!????!

y/n.l/n

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y/n.l/n can't even drive my own car to galas :(

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yourbff i mean babe it is his job 🫣

username our y/n is not wifed , i refuse

username a man is clearly driving that car 🥲

username we have not lost her i'll scream

username does this mean mine and y/n weddings off?

username how can you look so pretty only wearing white !?

georgerussell63

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georgerussell63 gala dress code: white only

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username wtf does that caption mean

username george dosen't understand the idea of a soft launch clearly 🫠

username he's probably dating someone who's know for wearing a lot of white!?

landonorris this is bold 😳

georgerussell63 she approved!!

username i hate soft launches

username y/n liked...

username and she only wears white...

username can't believe we lost her to george russell

y/n.l/n

liked by mayfairmag , georgerussell63 and 76'245 others

y/n.l/n i used to read my mama's copy of mayfair when i was little, now i'm on it! 🤍

i'm so grateful for all the opportunities i have been given but i also recognise that i've had a push in life because i was born into hereditary wealth and lot of you brand me an 'it' girl because i live an idealistic life. while i appreciate all that you have done for me, please recognise that your life is perfect just the way it is and that i did not work to live a life of luxury i was born into it and that in way whatsoever makes me more important or more desirable than yourself. i love you all 🫶🏻

also fuck soft launches ✌🏻(mostly because george dosen't really get them)

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username i had figured she'd come from hereditary wealth but her saying she has had an upper hand in life is so humble, we love a rich girl who's socially aware 🥹😍

y/n.l/n thank you so much for this, i do not ever want to portray that i am somewhat more entitled to these opportunities because i was born into the british upper class x

username name a more iconic way to announce a millionaire boyfriend than in mayfair mag, i dare you.

georgerussell63 beautifully said, love ❤️

username george red hearts don't fit your girls aesthetic

username this is so cute omg

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y/n.l/n i look good in white

georgerussell63 you look good in everything 🤍

alex_albon at least he's got a shirt on

username i'm fully behind this relationship they're so cute 🫠

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short but i thought it was cute. ask we love geri horner here, inspirational queen 🤍

[gaslysric]

just friends (arthur leclerc x reader)

summary: arthur and y/n both swear that they are just friends, yet everyone else around thinks they're in love with each other.

words: 4.5k

warnings: crashes

disclaimer: i'm aware charles & charlotte are no longer together, this was just collecting dust in my drafts. also this is all in english - but you're smart enough to figure out which parts would be spoken in french.

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"who's that girl arthur's always with?" pierre asked charles as they sat at a table on the ferrari hospitality decking. the bahranian paddock was one of the prettiest.

"y/n" charles nodded looking at his brother laughing with the girl on a beanbag, which was situated on one of the many grassy seating areas. "they were in the same friendship group at school, ran into eachother over the winter and since then it's been y/n this and y/n that" he explained.

"do you think they're dating?" pierre asked looking at pair trying to gauge the relationship.

"arthur swears they're not" charles pointed. "but y/n's very much his, some of the f3 and f2 lads have slid into her dms much to arthur's disapproval" he added.

"what does your brother think?" pierre asked.

"he's adamant they're dating" charles confirmed. "i don't see why they wouldn't say anything though, it's a cute story, there's nothing to hide" charles shrugged.

"y/n's probably in a relationship" pierre pointed.

"no" charles dismissed. "y/n's sweet. deffo not the girl to have a crossover period" he defended her.

"you never know" pierre sipped on his drink looking at the couple who had now been joined by a few other drivers.

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"i'm going to sorce a drink, do you want one?" y/n asked arthur her hand playing with the dirty blonde hair, it being overdue a cut.

"uh yes please, i'll have what you're having" he smiled at her. she nodded walking off from the group.

"so what is this? does it still not have a label?" oliver asked, taking the absence of the girl as the perfect time to quiz his teammate.

"you're too young to understand love" jack tapped his shoulder teasingly.

"you're a week older than me!" oliver protested.

"neither of you know love" jehan pointed at them both.

"non of you know love. we're just friends" arthur confirmed.

"you're very affectionate for friends" dennis nodded. "i'm not that affectionate with my friends" he put his hand on his chest.

"well i'm french, we're affectionate" arthur defended. he'd never felt as nationalistic as charles had.

"kiss me arthur!" jak teased pouting his lips at the older man. arthur pushed him as the rest of the perma team let out a laugh.

"y/n!" charles called over the girl as she walked past him.

"charles, hi" she nodded.

"pierre" pierre introduced himself to her a warm smile on his face.

"y/n, it's nice to meet you, charles talks about you all the time" she returned the smile.

"all good things i hope, i didn't know you were so pretty"

arthur's jaw clenched watching pierre very openly flirt with y/n.

"pretty sure friends don't react to their friend being hit on like that" jehan highlighted.

"pierres just not the best man for her to get involved with" arthur simply stated.

"oh okay sure" dennis nodded. "just not the fact that you're dating and he's trying to steal your girl?" he teased.

"what part of just friends don't you understand?" arthur questioned.

"the part where you're just friends" jak remarked and arthur rolled his eyes at him.

"y/n's just an old friend who's stumbled back into my life and we're catching up. we have more in common now" he explained.

"i just got water" she smiled sitting back on the beanbag.

"thank you amour" he smiled at her. he noticed his fellow teammates look amongst each other but chose not to mention the nickname.

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f1teaspill [F3] Perma driver , Arthur Leclerc spotted cosying up with a girl in the paddock (picture above). This same girl was also spotted taking to F1 drivers Charles Leclerc and Pierre Gasly.

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|> olliebearman they're just friends.

user i hope this isn't romantic 😭

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"that picture from bahrain is going viral" charles told his brother putting his phone down on the kitchen island.

"why?" his brother asked confused.

"they think y/n is your girlfriend" he nodded.

"everyone think she is, i assure we are just friends" he rolled his eyes.

"see i don't believe you" charles pointed getting the food out the fridge starting to prepare it.

"i would tell you if i was in a relationship" arthur exclaimed.

"you just seem too close to be just friends" he shrugged not looking at him.

"i promise you there is nothing going on" he assured. y/n and charlotte re entered the apartment giggling aggressively.

"are you good?" charles asked looking at them strangely.

"i busted my lip" y/n laughed removing her hand showing the small amount blood trickling from her lip.

"she fell up the stairs" charlotte laughed. charles watched as arthurs face was laced with nothing but concern.

"we need to clean that" he told her.

"it'll be fine" she wiped away the blood on a tissue, showing the inflamed area. "i promise" she pressed a kiss on his head putting the shopping bag on the table. charlotte looked at charles shocked but he simply shrugged.

"i got everything you needed, oh and i got my favourite monegasque wine" she showed him the bottle. "i hope you don't mind" she handed charles his card and he assured her he didn't.

"i've never had this one" charlotte inspected the bottle.

"neither have i" arthur looked at the bottle.

"it complements the meal perfectly, so no pressure charles" she teased putting the bottle in the fridge.

"so you do the wine thing for a living?" charles asked.

"my expertises pays well in Monaco" she confirmed. "restaurants hire me for a night to recommend wine, it's brilliant pay. i'll provide wine for events. i'm doing a ferrari dinner next week actually" she explained sitting next to arthur who put his arm round her waist.

"you're so smart" arthur smiled at her.

"i couldn't drive a racing car" she dismissed his praise winking at him.

"so?" charlotte asked the pair looking at charles. "how long have you been dating?" she asked.

"oh no we're just friends" y/n nodded.

"are you sure?" charles asked and his younger brother rolled his eyes.

"yes" arthur pointed.

"besides i have a date tommorow" y/n nodded.

"what? with who?" arthur asked and both charles and charlotte picked up on the hint of jealousy in the blondes voice.

"a certain pierre gasly" she shrugged.

"seriously?" charles asked sharing a knowing look with arthur. pierre gasly was known womaniser.

"yeah" y/n nodded. "why not? nothing to lose" she shrugged. "he's definitely just trying to get in my pants but i welcome it" she clarified.

"i was going to say, pierres not the best at being loyal" charlotte sighed relived.

"i'll out slag the slag" she smiled.

"dinners ready" charles nodded. "would you mind setting the table?" he asked the younger adults who both nodded grabbing what they needed.

"so this date?" arthur asked as they set the table.

"awe don't get jealous i'll still be your number one fan" she smirked at him placing glasses on the table.

"good" arthur laughed.

"you laugh like you brother" she told him.

"we laugh like our dad" he nodded.

"y/n go get the wine" charlotte nodded as her and charles walked past with plates of food.

she returned to see them waiting. "you didn't have to wait" she told them.

"do your thing" arthur encouraged.

"okay okay" she coughed switching to english emphasising her accent. "for your meal today i have selected a classic and elegant cabernet sauvignon, with sweet notes and a blast of savoury elements" she showed off the bottle placing it on the table.

"woah, i'd buy anything from you" charlotte nodded.

"thank you" she sat opening the wine pouring it into glasses.

"charles this is like actually good" arthur told his brother who feigned offence.

"what's that supposed to mean!?" he asked with a chuckle.

"take it as a compliment" charlotte nodded.

conversation and drink flowed easily it was like a double date. y/n fitted right into the dynamic and the more they drank the more affectionate y/n and arthur got.

"arthur loves her" she whispered to charles who nodded watching the pair dance round the kitchen to whatever the was playing. late night easy listening filled at apartment the records of the leclerc boys childhood playing on their fathers record player.

"i know" charles nodded. "he's not lying to me either, he honestly dosen't know he's falling in love" he smiled sipping the wine in his hands.

"do you reckon y/n's the one?" she asked.

"yes, old friends who haven't seen eachother in four years and you're like that three months since reconnecting" charles theorised.

"it's the right person, right time" he turned to charlotte.

"we need to make them realise" she decided.

"no" charles shook his head "i'm not interfering in their love lives" he confirmed.

"it's your brother, he'll never know unless we make him. he needs her" charlotte tried to convince him. charles looked at his brother and

y/n he knew that look all to well. it was the exact way their dad used to look at their mom. his younger brother had found the love of his life.

"okay" he nodded at charlotte who kissed charles cheek.

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"hi!" she walked to the field waving. arthur looked at her in shock as she aproached him.

"y/n! amour!" he hugged her securely immediately ignoring his teammates. "what are you doing here!?" he asked surprised.

"where else do they hold ferrari dinners?" she questioned. he laughed at her hugging her tightly again.

"y/n hey!" jak waved at the girl.

"hey jak, gang, are we well?" she asked and got a chorus of positive replies. "i need to talk to you, when you have time, it's quite important" she told him.

"oh okay yes, of course, i'll just finish shooting then we can talk" he nodded.

"i'll go sit in the stands?" she asked the marketing team who nodded.

"i'll see you" arthur planted a kiss on her head before she walked off, which caused his teammates to both choke on their drink. "what?" he asked them.

"you just kissed her. that's new" ollie noted.

"that is new" jak confirmed.

"you are children i swear" arthur laughed shaking his head in dismissal.

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"hey" he sat next to her now in jeans and a ferrari polo.

"you look great in red" she smiled at him, wrapping her arms round his neck pulling herself into a hug, her legs resting over his.

"thank you" he blushed slightly, cosying up into her touch, his fingers running up and down her thighs. "what did you want to talk about?" he looked up at her a soft smile on his face.

"your fans, found my account on facebook. then from that they got all my socials" she told.

"oh amour" he sighed sadly. "are they being nice?" he questioned cautiously.

"the majority. but they know everything about me now and the few people who are mean to me, it's like kinda messing me about" she opened.

"i'm sorry amour" he wrapped his arms round her. "i'll never let anyone hurt you" he told placing a kiss on her head. "no one will dare say anything outside of the online sphere" he reassured her.

"i'm just not used it, i had a feeling it'd happen eventually" she flashed him a weak smile.

"let me know if it gets too much, i will shut it down immediately" he reassured her.

"thank you" she smiled at him.

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"i love this" charles sighed sitting on the rocks charlotte next to him.

"love what?" arthur asked his hands playing with y/n's fingers.

"how blissfully unaware you are" he chuckled at the pair.

"charles" his mother warned. "they're young, not everything at that age needs a label" she tutted.

"but we're just friends, it's a platonic relationship" y/n highlighted that it did in fact have a label.

"oh" she exclaimed.

"see mama!" charles waved his hand at the pair.

"arthur?" she asked her youngest son.

"what?" he asked. "we're just friends that's it" he confirmed.

"very close for just friends" she nodded to herself.

"besides i'm kind of seeing someone" y/n shrugged.

"seriously!? who?" artur asked and all shared a knowing look.

"pierre, it's nothing serious but we've had a couple of adventures" she nodded.

"he's not very loyal" arthur told her.

"it's not there yet, he dosen't need to be. we're casual" she confirmed.

"oh" arthur nodded holding her tighter. arthur realised he loved her a few months back. he knew his family and friends had caught onto him the momment he'd started getting more affectionate with her. jak and ollie made sure to let him know they knew but his family were yet to say anything.

"no one can replace you arthur"she patted his arm lightly a smile on her face.

"pierres a lot older than you isn't he?" pascal questioned.

"yeah but it's not serious so i'm not really concerned" y/n dismissed. "speak of the devil, pierre a calling me.gotta take this" she wiggled out of arthurs embrace walking away from the family.

arthur let out a sigh looking to the sky. "so" his mum looked at him.

"i know i know" he sighed.

"you've got it bad arthur" charlotte confirmed.

"i can't help it, she's...perfect" he looked back at her and she waved.

"you'll need to tell her before pierre locks her up, he dosen't normally see a girl more than once he must like her" charles concluded.

"i know that too" he huffed. "maman what do i do?" he turned to his mother who smiled at her son.

"listen to your heart. wether you tell her not there are good and bad solutions. you could tell her and she could reject you or you'll start dating. you don't tell and you guarantee keep her friendship but you could lose her to pierre" she told him. "i can't tell your heart what to do, it already knows" she nodded.

"that's so wise" charlotte nodded.

"not helpful in the slightest" charles laughed.

"i need to go" she told the family sadly. "pierre decided to surprise me, sat outside my apartment" she laughed.

"that dosen't sound casual to me?" charles questioned.

"yeah i have no idea what he's thinking but it's really sweet" she smiled a light blush on her cheeks. "i'll text you, lunch tommorow still?" she asked arthur.

"oh um charles just mentioned he needed me to help move stuff, sorry" arthur shrugged.

"oh okay! no worries, have fun" she ruffled his hair picking up her bag.

"do you need a lift back?" charles asked.

"no, my apartments a street away from the hiking path i'll just walk down, thank you charles" she smiled. "have fun" she waved.

"use protection!" charlotte teased and y/n laughed.

"charlotte!" she exclaimed her cheeks darkening even more. "goodbye" she stomped off dramatically, charlotte laughing.

"ughhhh!" arthur fell on his back, running his hands down his face. "i can't compete with pierre!" he huffed.

"i don't think you'll need to" charles reassured. "y/n's in love with you, it's just taking her a little longer to realise" he nodded.

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"you do realise arthurs in love with y/n right?" charles asked setting up the weights, he'd invited pierre to train with him while he was in monaco. it wasn't often he saw his bestfriend one on one.

"what?" pierre asked wiping the towl over his face.

"he's in love with her" charles repeated.

"i thought they weren't like that?" pierre questioned.

"they're not" charles looked at him.

"me and y/n aren't serious" pierre assured.

"she said but i'd be inclined to disagree. you drove four hours to surprise her" charles highlighted looking at the older man with a knowing look.

"does arthur want to ask her out?" pierre ignored his friends comment, he was right. pierre wouldn't do for anyone else he was 'casual' with.

"i think he wants to marry her" charles answered honestly.

"wow" pierre nodded. "is this you telling me to back off?" he asked his friend.

"not entirely" charles sighed and pierre quirked his brow about to make a comment before charles cut him off. "i just, if you're not seriously thinking y/n could be your girlfriend then maybe don't show up on her doorstep unplanned so arthur has a chance at least" he sighed.

"so you're essentially telling me to back off" pierre chuckled. "y/n's sweet and i like her" he shrugged and charles sighed. "but she likes me" he added. "it's so clear she loves arthur, i know i'm just a fling to her even if she dosen't know herself. the way she speaks about him is actually adorable and she does like me i know she does, there is something between us but her love for arthur won't let it be more than that" pierre explained.

"why do you keep seeing her if she's so clearly in love with arthur?" charles asked perplexed by the man.

"because she's fun and makes me feel young and careless and i like it a lot. i could easily love her if she felt that way but, i'm old enough to know what she feels" he shrugged.

"like a distraction?" charles asked.

"i guess" he confirmed. "i don't think she wants to admit she loves arthur. i promise you were solely casual, arthur can make his move" he told charles with a knowing look. he knew his bestfriends ultimate goal was to get y/n and arthur to get together but he's pierre gasly he never turns down a pretty girl.

"i wasn't!" charles started.

"it's fine, he's your little brother and he's hopelessly in love with y/n i know you trying to help him" he laughed.

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spa.

"are you nervous?" y/n asked the cold wind and light rain causing her to shake slightly.

"of course not" arthur took his coat off placing it on the girls shoulders. "i know ollie and jak are, dangerous track" he told her.

"are you not cold?" she asked watching him smile as she put his coat on properly.

"you look pretty in my clothes" he told her and she blushed trying to ignore the crush she had on her bestfriend. which she didn't notice until pierre pointed it out and now it's ruined her whole exsistence. "i'm not , the fireproofs are insulated" he nodded, answering his previous question.

"be carefull please" she frowned. he wrapped his arms around her pulling her into his chest.

"amour, are you nevous?" he asked teasingly. "you don't need to be, i know what i'm doing" he kissed her head reassuringly. y/n only held onto him tighter. spa was a dangerous track, everyone worried for their loved ones every race of course but spa more so.

arthur just sighed lightly holding her tight. "i'll be okay" he told her in a more serious tone. "i promise" he shouldn't of promised her, he knew he shouldn't of. the red flags waved all around and the crowd were silent. his car was upside down and the car of his teammate was in half. the only noise was muffled panic and the ringing in her ears, she hadn't realised she was crying. she was too focused on the telly to notice anything.

two hands on her shoulders brought her back to the room. "he's okay" she looked up to see the frenchman in his white shirt.

"what?" she asked.

"he's okay" charles repeated to her more relived.

"are you sure?" she inquired.

"he's talking" pierre told her, his touch familiar and comforting.

"he might have a concussion maybe a broken wrist, nothing more" he explained further.

"jak?"

"also fine" charles nodded.

"are you okay?" y/n asked charles.

"okay as you" he responded and she nodded understanding her emotion cocktail.

"i love him" she told the pair and both froze.

"what?" pierre asked in utter shock.

"i know and i tried fighting it but i think i love arthur" she sighed. "i just how could you not" she admitted.

charles couldn't wipe the smile off his face he wanted to tell her. to scream in her face that he loved her too! but the look pierre gave him shut both his thoughts and face up. arthur had to do it and with pierre backing off into purely friends with y/n there was nothing in the way.

"what do i do?" she asked the older men.

"just do what your heart wants you too" charles told, giving her the same advice his mom had given his brother.

"arthur!" she hugged the man who appeard in the garrage and despite the clear pain on his face he held the girl equally as tight. "you're alive" she spoke into him received.

"i'm alive amour" he kissed her head,his lips lingering against her hair.

charles sighed at him seeing he was in masses of pain but he'd refuse to let the girl go. 'i'm fine' arthur mouthed to him.

'tell her' charles mouthed back. arthur shook his head lightly. 'trust me' charles reassured.

"i'm glad you're mildly okay" she smiled pulling away from him.

"i'll always be perfect with you around" he ruffled her hair with a smile on his face.

"that's so cheesy" she rolled her although her stomach fluttered.

"yeah you love it" arthur shrugged.

"take it easy" charles told his brother.

"i might head back to the hotel, do you mind?" he asked charles who shook his head.

"of course not, rest up" charles nodded.

"you can stay" arthur looked at the girl who grabbed her bag.

"i'm coming" she told him definitely. she noticed the look pierre gave her. she could tell he really liked her and while she liked him too arthur was her whole world.

"y/n you don't have to" arthur put his coat on with some difficultly.

"i want too, i promise. your more important" she dismissed him.

"let me know how are you are" charles told his brother who nodded waving goodbye as y/n grabbed his rucksack as well.

"they'll marry eachother" charles told pierre.

"yeah, they will" he agreed with a little sigh.

"you did a good thing. you can have any girl , arthur just wants her" charles patted his best friends shoulder.

"i know, she's just amazing. can't help to feel like i've lost out" pierre shrugged lightly.

"i'm sorry man" charles smiled at his friend reassuringly. he was asking a lot from pierre but the fact pierre was willing to made charles think that he knew deep down y/n was arthur's, regardless.

"you need to rest" y/n told him as arthur was protesting her staying with him.

"y/n , amour. i'm fine" he told as y/n hunted though his suitcase pulling out his comfy clothes.

"i know your not" she told him pausing, looking at him. "just go with it okay. i need to make sure you're okay" she huffed placing the clothes next to him. "i'm staying here till you're well enough to push me out the door" she told him.

"y/n you knew i'd crash at some point" he told her with a gentle sigh.

"that wasn't a crash. i don't think you know how bad it looked. you were both dead." she spoke seriously. "so forgive me for wanting to be okay but i can't lose your arthur" she sat on the bed next o him and he pulled her into his chest.

"i'm sorry, i know it must be scary for you" he apologised running his fingers though her hair.

"i just. i just need you to stay with me" she tried to explain but was unable to find the correct words.

"i need you too" arthur placed a kiss on her head. she looked up at him to try and gauge his thoughts. he was staring right at her doing the same. soon enough they found themselves leaning towards each other until they were joined in a kiss.

"amour?" arthur asked pulling away.

"do you?" she asked.

"do you?" he responded. his head was spinning. there was no way charles was right. is he right? did he know?

"i um. i should leave you to rest" she nodded getting off the bed.

"no" arthur shook his head staring up letting out a wince. "y/n" he stopped her by grabbing her phone and holding it above his head.

"how old are you?" she chuckled trying to grab her phone back.

"i love you" he told her. that was not his plan. why would he say that.

"yes i love you too now give me my phone" she rolled her eyes trying to reach the phone, brushing off his confession.

"no y/n i'm in love with you" he clarified. that was also not part of the plan. he'd confessed his love to the woman he's loved the most ever while holding her phone above her head.

"your what?" she asked taken aback.

"in love with you. i love you" arthur smiled nervously not knowing how to navigate this situation.

"like?" she asked again.

"yes"

"oh" she responded. "i um love you too" she told him.

"really? when did you realise?" arthur asked lowering his arm, putting her phone in his pocket of his jeans.

"well pierre told me i was in love with you and i brushed him off. it'd been playing on my mind ever since but just today and the sheer fear i experienced. i'd never felt that before, never cared for anyone so hard before. so today" she chuckled. "what about you?" she asked.

"months" he nodded. "since that night you did your wine pitch and we were dancing in charles' kitchen" he explained.

"damn" she nodded. "so what now?" she asked sitting on the edge of the bed. he joined her.

"don't leave" he told her. "just stay, we can figure it out later. i just need you to stay" he took her hand in his.

"we're not just friends anymore" she laughed shaking her head.

"we were never just friends" arthur joined her and she agreed.

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summary: mick and y/n were perfect for eachother but as time progressed they started to realise they wanted different things.

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the small sigh escaped his lips as he watched her get yet another award. mick knew that dating her would be hard she was y/n l/n , world famous and was only getting more famous.

they'd been together two years at this point, her longest public relationship. he loved her till the end of time yet, they were polar opposites. he drove for a 'back of the grid' f1 team and she was topping charts globally and selling out world tours.

he should be proud of her. he was. yet the sigh was the moment he knew. she didn't thank him. it was the first she'd ever not thanked him. she'd had this thank you speech written out so she could include everyone she wanted, so she wouldn't forget anyone. she'd been practicing it for weeks just incase she won and he wasn't included.

he saw it coming , despite him not wanting to admit it. he thought he'd marry her. he thought she was the one. clearly she didn't.

"hey um mick can we talk?" she told him the christmas tree nicely decorated in the corner of his house. she was staying with him for the holidays. she looked in her element snow falling outside cuddled up to the german.

"yeah what's up?" he smiled warmly pausing the movie.

"don't take this the wrong way" she started and he raised an eyebrow at her. "i don't want to get engaged, i know you've been looking, you leave your tabs open but, just so you know" she nodded awkwardly and his face fell into a small 'oh'

"bit hard not to take that the wrong way" mick nodded slightly defensively.

"no mick, it's not you. i'm just i want us to get engaged when i'm not about to be in australia for three months and then east asia for two. i want to do it properly and i can't if i'm the other side of the world" she explained. "it's just not the right time"

he chuckled at the memory. ironic. she walked back to the table and he smiled widely at her, this is the one award she wanted this year. "i'm so proud of you" he told her placing his hand on her thigh. "i knew how much you wanted this, you deserve it so much" he spoke truthly. she simply smiled, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"thank you sunshine" she smiled his nickname sounding like your torture in his mind. she called him her bundle of joy. mick just radiated positivity and love. she liked having him around, had since she first met him. they were more suited for eachother back then, he was just starting in f1 and she was chasing that fame, pushing for radio plays.

she'd changed and he stayed the same. he was comfortable and wanted that comfort he had with her forever, he wanted a bride. she wasn't that anymore. when they first started dating she was but now she wasn't. she noticed how she was now causing him pain. as much as she hated seeing him hurt she was grateful, she was chasing her name and couldn't be what he wanted her to be anymore.

"hey!" mick jogged back into the garage a wide smile on his face, he'd scored points!

"i'm so proud of you sunshine!" she smiled kissing him happily.

"i can't wait for you to see my first win! you'll be right beside me, i promise" he broke the kiss too excited to not imagine the future with her. all she did was smile, in truth she'd probably miss his first win, she'd be on tour or recording but he didn't need to know that. "the team were going to celebrate you need to come" he told her happily.

"awe mick baby, you know i can't. i have to catch my plane" she sighed sadly.

"oh LA, yeah no it's totally fine, promise. we'll celebrate when you're home" he nodded saddened by her sudden depart.

"i wish i could stay, i really do" she assured him caressing his check with her thumb.

"i know. I'm just happy you could see me do it" he nodded.

"and i always knew you could. i'm so proud of you, i love you" she smiled kissing him again.

"i'll love you always" he kissed her forehead before being dragged away by his team.

when she sat back down at the table she realised he'd realised. she gave him a small smile, a knowing smile. they're time together was sadly running out.

"you know i wish i could go back in time, to when we first got together" mick told her as they walked up the street to the b&b they rented, still fully decked in award show outfits.

"how come?" she asked. pausing as she felt a droplet of rain, followed by thousands of more droplets instantly drenching them.

"just so i knew we weren't anywhere near the end yet" he looked at her as the rain fell, her still looking as gorgeous as ever against the clear midnight sky.

"me too" she nodded sadly. "all of me changed" she nodded.

"i stayed the same" he agreed. "i want comfortable. you want that pain of chasing your own name"

"i'll never forget you" she promised him.

"oh you will, i'll never forget you" he dismissed her smirking cheekily at her. she rolled her eyes wrapping her arms around him. he held her tightly. "i love you" he looked down at her with a small smile of acceptance.

"i love you too" she kissed him lovingly.

"one more night?" he asked and she nodded taking his hand running towards the b&b that they would leave separately the moment they woke up.

~~

a week later

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y/nl/n thank you mick for constantly believing and dreaming with me. i'm sorry our dreams don't match up anymore. i hope you achieve yours. i am eternally grateful for you, you were the best boyfriend a girl could wish for. i love you, sunshine x

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mickschumacher you will conquer the world y/n x

user WHAT!? NOOOO!

user this breakup was not on my 2023 bingo card. or any ever.

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mickschumacher y/n , you're not the woman i fell in love with. you are better than her in every way. you're going to achieve it all, i know it. thank you for growing up with me, i appreciate all the love (and tea) you have given me. i am eternally jealous of the man who will love you forever. i love you - ☀️

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y/nl/n you have enough tea to last a lifetime !

user this is the most beautiful breakup post. a truly positive end to a relationship.

user i don't understand how you can break up and then post so positively of eachother.

~~~

four years later

she doesn't think of him much anymore. he was nothing but an ex now but on nights like it's she some kind of haunted by him.

she was sat on roof of her apartment block. regardless of how much money she had now she refused to leave her new york apartment, it was her home. she owned the apartment now opposed to renting it but it was still her perfect home. it was raining. she liked the rain, found it comforting. she looked at her phone seeing the clock on her phone change from 23:59 to 00:00...midnight rain.

she saw another notification from the f1 app. her love for the sport didn't stop after her relationship ended.

'Mick Schumacher gets his maiden win at the 2027 Australian Grand Prix'

the smile on her face was wider than any before - he'd done it. she expanded the notification to see the whole article.

'mick celebrated with his wife, the pair marrying earlier in the week'

her smile grew if that was even possible. he got just what he wanted and she couldn't be happier for him.

he doesn't think of her much anymore either, except when she's on tv. he avoids her quite well, not that he's anti-her in anyway every thought of her is positive which is why he avoids her to keep it that way.

this was unavoidable. he was sat with his dog and wife just watching the news to keep up to date.

[[ in sport. mick schumacher, son of much beloved f1 driver michael schumacher, wins his first race. ]]

"well done love" his wife smiled at him teasingly. he hated fuss.

[[ history has been made. y/n l/n breaks records by having her new single be number one for twenty consecutive weeks. the highly anticipated single titled 'midnight rain' was also the quickest a song has ever reached diamond. when asked about the meaning behind the song, she said it could be about anything or anyone.

"essentially it's about two people. one who is day the other who is night. they never matched and it ended up with rain. it's not a sad song. it's a reflection on how sometimes it just stops working and the sooner you can admit that the better" ]]

mick smiled widely, she truly contoured the music industry and therefore the world. "i knew she'd do it" he smiled at the telly.

"that songs about you" his wife nodded.

"i can't say i've listed to it" much shrugged.

"okay, listen to the chorus" his wife nodded. "he was sunshine, i was midnight rain. he wanted it comfortable , i wanted that pain. he wanted a bride, i was making my own name, chasing that fame, he stayed the same , all of me changed like midnight" she raised her brow at the german who simply smiled processing the lyrics.

"yeah, you're right" he concluded.

"she thinks really high of you still, not a bad word in the whole song. did you think you'd marry her?" his wife asked curiously.

"is there a right answer to this?" mick asked cautiously.

"no honestly. you've never spoke about her, she's the only ex you won't. i'm just curious" his wife shrugged.

"uh yeah i did. i mean the song doesn't really hide anything. i wanted that for us but she didn't and once i realised that, i let her go. i loved her too much to keep her in a relationship she had no intention on keeping forever. it was hard at first, i hated it, i was still so in love with her. soon enough i stoped thinking of her, started avoiding anything about her. i didn't want to change my perception of her. i met you and soon enough she was gone out my mind" he explained openly.

"a part of you will always love her, right?" his wife nodded.

"my past self will always love her yeah but my now and future will always love you" mick nodded confidently.

"reckon she feels the same?" she asked petting the dog that set next to her.

"as long as there's midnight rain." he responded.

~~

not sad or happy just feels. i love this song it’s such a pretty way to see the ending of a relationship.

[gaslysric]

When is the best part of best friends twin being posted. Also love the new lias lion fic

thank you so much! didn't expect lia's lion to get so much love but it's blowing up my phone!!!

oh and funny you should mention part five...

'home, winning and taylor swift' is finally out now!!!

read here : X

[gaslysric]

home, winning and taylor swift (pierre gasly x leclerc! reader)

part five to 'best friends twin' series read other parts here : masterlist

summary: y/n finds herself working more than not so her attention deprived boyfriend and her twin who still wants to patch things up surprise her.

words: 3.1k

warnings: mentions of hereditary illness?

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since snapping photos for f1 (and kissing pierre gasly on camera) her career had blown up, everyone wanted her to take pictures for them. much like her family she found it incredibly hard to say no, so found herself flying all over europe to snap A-listers weddings and even their instagram photos.

"i was thinking you should fly out to milan or milton keynes" pierres voice rang though her phone as she was cooking.

"i can't p" she flashed him a sad smile. it'd been two months since they were officially publicly together but they were yet to actually be together. her suspension sucked big time. yes she loved being THE photographer in europe but she wanted to be taking candids of f1 drivers. that's what she'd wanted to do since she took pictures of her brothers karting.

"sure you can" he dismissed.

"nope. i have five days off which aren't really days off because i'm editing and sending off shoots and planning my next shoot, i'm doing a wedding in baku funnily" she nodded.

"so your home for five days? come work in milan chérié" he begged grabbing his pre made lunch out of his fridge.

"that's impractical" she chuckled.

"not for me, i'll see you in four hours" he smirked at her.

"what p? are you going to drive here are you insane?" she looked at him shocked.

"y/n i need to see you, in person" he told her seriously. "i'm finally openly with the woman of my dreams and i'm yet to hold you" he pointed. "it's hard to pin you down, i'm fitting round you. i'll pack for a week, i'll travel to the gp with charles, just stay at yours" he told her grabbing his suitcase.

"p i'm going to be no fun, i don't have time to go out" she told him. "i have a family meal and that's it" she elaborated.

"i don't care. let's be domestic together chérié" he shrugged.

"you're seriously coming?" she asked seeing him quickly throwing clothes into his suitcase including what he needed for the race.

"i would drop the world for you y/n leclerc" he paused flashing her a smile laughing as she rolled her eyes but he didn't fail to note the small blush that crossed her cheeks.

"i'll see you in four hours" she smiled at him.

"i can make it three hours forty five" he winked ending the call, grabbing his keys and heading out the door.

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"ah sister, from the dead" arthur chuckled putting his phone on speaker charles quirking a brow at him.

"yes yes hello" she rolled her eyes.

"what's with the call, you never normally call me?" arthur asked.

"too busy calling pierre" charles commented.

"is that charles? are you hanging out with me?" she asked feigning offence.

"enzo's here too" Arthur added.

"wait? what? why are you hanging out without me?"she asked genuily a little hurt.

"we stopped asking because you always said no" charles pointed.

"i'm not working this week" she sighed. "well , not properly working" she corrected.

"exactly y/n, we promise we're not excluding you" enzo reassured.

"mkay" she nodded. "it's actually handy you're all together, who's hosting thursday?" she asked. the three brothers looked amongst themselves confused.

"err you" arthur replied confused. the silence from the phone told all three boys exactly what they needed to know. charles let out the laugh he was holding unable to keep it in.

"shut up charles" she remarked.

"do you need me to host it?" they're oldest brother asked.

"she has to. maman has been on her back about hosting" arthur pointed chuckling.

"no i can host, i guess. pierre can cook"she thought.

"what?" charles asked.

"yeah he's in town this week. he told me he's coming this morning i'm equally as surprised" she answered her brother. "are you bringing spouses?" she asked.

"uh yeah we are" arthur nodded, looking at his brothers.

"your on maman duty then charles" she instructed.

"ugh why?" he huffed.

"you only have to pick her up!" enzo laughed. "we'll put her in a cab back" he added.

"good idea, i'll get p to sort the chiminea out" she told her brothers.

"is pierre just hosting this?" charles teased.

"no but i'm working like 12 hours a day at the momment" she explained.

"why? you're gonna make yourself sick!" enzo asked shocked.

"i'm a leclerc i cannot say no" she huffed. "you sound like pierre" she added.

"papa would tell you to slow down" arthur told her and both brothers paused what they were doing. he was right. their dad overworked himself and it for sure didn't help his condition.

"i'm fine" she dismissed her siblings concern a more serious tone in her voice. "i promise" she reassured her brothers. the doorbell to her apartment rang and the boys heard her let out a little squeal of excitement. "p's here i'll text you the details" she told her brothers hanging up.

"she's overworking herself" enzo nodded. "she'll end up like dad, you twins carry the gene" he told the group but mostly charles.

"that dosen't necessarily mean is active" charles counterd.

"yes but still, she will crash. do you not remember exams?" arthur highlighted.

"are you trying to get me to talk to her?" charles asked his brothers.

"you know her best" enzo shrugged.

"we're still a little rocky" charles admitted to his brothers with a light sigh. "that's why she called you and not me" he told arthur.

"she's still upset with you?" arthur asked surprised.

"well pierres only just felling himself again it's not been that long, i haven't seen her for a least a month and a half" he explained.

"even i've seen her" enzo pointed. he was often too busy with work and his marriage to get fully involved in the hectic lives , he tended to just watch then clean up the mess the three left behind.

"i know" charles agreed. "she dosen't want to see me i keep trying" he shrugged.

"that's odd" arthur pointed. "what about pierre?" he asked.

"we're better but still not what we were but i know that'll take a while. i just didn't expect y/n to hold a grudge" he shrugged.

"serves you right" enzo stated simply. "you just assumed you were immune to her grudges" he explained.

"i guess, it sucks tho" he ram a hand though his hair.

"she'll get over it, she always does" arthur reassured. "she can't stay mad at you forever anyway" he dismissed his brothers concerns. "you're her favourite person" he smiled at his brother who simply nodded.

~~

one last check of her hair in the hallway mirror she opened the door. "chérié" pierre spoke with something that could only be described as pure love and happiness.

"p!" she flung her arms around his neck holding him securely. "come in" she grabbed his hand leading her into her apartment. he'd only been here once before, that fateful night that started it all.

"i've never actually seen this place sober" he told her with a soft chuckle placing his suitcase against the wall, closing the door. her apartment was clean but cosy. the white l shaped sofa was littered in soft pink and green cushions the tv hung on the wall. the whole vibe was a 'grown-up y2k look' he heard her tell him as he looked around.

"i'm hardly home, that's why it's so clean" she told him with a chuckle.

"i love this photo of us, it's always been a favourite of mine" he picked up the frame. him and charles stood either side of her holding their 1st and 2nd trophies. pierre had managed to just 1 up charles that race.not that charles had minded, he'd always said he'd happily lose to pierre. she was so proud of them demanding a picture.

"simpler times" she agreed. "i have a call with a client in five" she told him walking into the kitchen.

"awe seriously?" he wrapped his arms around her waist, as she studied her planer.

"i told you i'd be no fun" she smiled as she turned to face the man.

"i know" he huffed.

"it'll give you time to get settled. i cleared a draw for you and there's space in my wardrobe to hang up you alpha tauri stuff, there's also a shelf cleared in the bathroom. i did it during lunch" she smiled.

"you're amazing" he looked at her with nothing but love. "when do i get you?" he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"it's my last call of the day" she smiled at him. he lent in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. the first one of them officially being together.

"want me to make dinner?" he asked as he pulled away.

"you're an angel" she pecked his lips running down the hallway to her office.

he did exactly that, whdn she re-entered the kitchen an hour and a half later there was a bowl of creamy tomato pasta sitting on the counter.

"what do you eat?" he asked her. she chuckled rolling her eyes. "your cupboards are empty" he told her with a teasing smile handing her a fork.

"i'm a picky eater" she shrugged putting a fork full of pasta in her mouth. "oh my god" she almost moaned as they sat on the sofa. "this is incredible" she told pierre who smiled at her.

"good you like my cooking" he seemed pleased with himself.

"i need you to do me a huge favour" she turned to him as they sat peacefully watching whatever sport was on, munching away on their pasta.

"what is it?" he asked her.

"you know how i said i had that family meal?" she asked as she placed her empty bowl on the coffee table. pierre nodded cautiously. "well i'm hosting it, i'd forgotten. i need you to cook please, i'm busy all thursday" she smiled at him.

"your forgot?" he chuckled.

"don't laugh!" she exclaimed.

"of course i can cook, i'll do fish. you leclercs love fish" he nodded.

"thank you" she sighed softly. "i'm dreading it" she admitted. pierre frowned his brow putting his bowl next to hers.

"why? you love your family" he asked.

"i'm still not talking to charles" she explained.

"what?" he asked surprised.

"he upset me more than i thought he did, he could've killed you" she looked at the frenchman who had a frown on his face.

"chérié" pierre wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. "i promise you i'm okay" he kissed her cheek his hand playing with hers as she placed her legs over his.

"i know you are but he did that because i kissed you, who says he couldn't do it again if something happens between us. who says you'll walk out of it with only bruised ribs?" she explained resting her head on his shoulder. "and he was so mean to you. i just, it dosen't sit right with me now i've reflected on it" she shrugged.

"no y/n , i get it i do. i'm okay with charles now, you should be too" he explained letting his head rest on hers.

"i feel really left out aswell by them. they all hang out without me. they've started playing paddle ball. which is a sport the four of us used to love" she expressed.

"it's because you're overworking yourself" pierre nodded. "you leave no time for them" he assesed.

"they told me i'd end up like papa" she admitted.

"they told you that?" he asked. she hummed in response.

"i know you were telling me but it has more ompf coming from arthur" she elaborated.

"and what do you think about it?" pierre asked.

"i know they're wrong. i don't feel like i'm overworking myself, i know me and charles carry the gene but i have no plans on activating it" she confirmed.

"you carry it?" pierre asked her chocked lifting her so he could see her.

"yeah but it's dormant in both of us. it'll only activate if i live a lifestyle that'll cause it too and i don't so it's good" she nodded giving him a thumbs up.

"chérié , you overwork yourself." he told her.

"i love you but i do not need this conversation today" she kissed his cheek softly taking the empty bowls to the kitchen.

"y/n" he followed her. "i didn't mean it that way" he clarified.

"i know" she nodded. "my brothers and maman will lecture me on thursday and they are not as understanding as you. it's noted but i don't feel overworked, if i do i will take a break i promise" she wrapped her arms round his neck.

"i'll hold you too that" he nodded. "leave a week free during summer break, we'll jet off somewhere amazing" he decided.

"that'd be lovely" she nodded a knock on her front door made her frown her brow.

"expecting anyone?" he asked.

"no" she shook her head. "one momment"she wakes towards the door pierre followed her like a baby duck would its mother, it was adorable. "hey?" she asked opening the door seeing her twin and his girlfriend holding a bottle of wine. "did i?" she went to ask.

"no this is an impromptu visit" charlotte nodded.

"could've gave me warning, we've just ate" pierre tutted.

"we have too, we brought desert!" charlotte pulled out a cheesecake from her tote. y/n's favourite.

"ah! completly yes, go to the balcony, p light the chimnea" she told her boyfriend who nodded.

"yes ma'am" he kissed her temple leading their guests to the balcony.

"what's she doing?" charlotte asked after some time and y/n yet to appear.

"i have a slight suspicion" charles pointed to her office lights being on. pierre let out a groan. "give me five" charles told the pair walking off.

--

"y/n" charles told her.

"charles it's taylor swift." she told him.

"yes and taylor swift can wait till tommorow come on" charles noted.

"that's not how it works with celebrities , i work on their times" she dismissed.

"you're a celebrity. you're a famous photographer. you brothers and boyfriend are notable names in racing. y/n come, enjoy the evening" he huffed.

"i'm busy charles, i'd told you this" she pointed out to him.

"and your boyfriend drove four hours to see you and you're just not going to bother?" he asked.

"fine" she closed her laptop standing up. "just don't try and lecture me" she huffed.

"i like you alive y/n" he sighed. "i need you there when i win my first championship" he smiled at her.

"i'm fine, i promise" she nodded.

"okay" charles nodded. "i love you, look after yourself" he admitted.

"i love you too charles" she patted him as she walked out to the balcony. "sorry, taylor swift" she told charlotte and pierre nonchalantly.

"shut up!" charlotte looked at her shocked.

"you're popular chérié" pierre smiled as she sat next to him, cosying up into him.

this is what he wanted, charles didn't even bat an eyelid at the pair. pierre wrapped his arm around her shoulders playing with her hair, the heat from the chiminea warming him,although he was positive her touch could do that alone.

"so my bans lifted" she nodded.

"what?" both men asked her excitedly.

"i'm next scheduled for austria" she nodded. "so taylor swifts my last private for a while" she confimed.

"are you serious?" pierre looked at her like it was the best news in the world. to him it was, he'd see her all the time, she'd have time to breathe.

"yup, so you don't need to worry about me collapsing, i'm back to my usual pace of life" she looked at her brother.

"good, at least someone will take good pictures now" charlotte commented. "i swear im blinking in most of them taken" she confirmed.

"i'll get you paddock shots" y/n nodded.

"so are you still doing candids?"charles asked.

"yeah just i have a smaller radius at the moment, i'm like on probation. i’m only allowed in the paddock, lost garages and pit lane" she shrugged a lil upset by it.

"sorry" pierre frowned. it was partly his fault. she nearly lost her job, only kept it because of her name and he got off without even a warning. it was unfair, he also kissed a colleague on camera. your typical man in workplace bias.

"no it's okay, i'm just happy to be doing what i love again. yeah picturing A-listers and europe's elite is fun but i want to picture you guys" she dismissed her boyfriend with a tap on the knee.

"what is our life?" charlotte chuckled shocked by how y/n had just dissmed a career millions would kill for.

"that sounded really insensitive didn't it?" y/n laughed lightly and both charles and pierre smiled.

"love you" pierre kissed her head holding her tighter.

"more wine?" charlotte asked noticing empty glasses.

"and cheesecake!" charles nodded.

"are you even allowed that?" y/n questioned.

"your not my mom" he teased. "pierre? how strict on the diet are you?" he asked standing up, charlotte grabbing the empty glasses.

"he's very strict" y/n confirmed.

"i'll have some" pierre nodded.

"letting lose" charles teased walking off the balcony with charlotte.

"see, this is what it should've always been like" pierre smiled tapping his girlfriends arm lightly.

"i'm glad we're here eventually" she confirmed and sense of peace engulfing her. the distant sounds of monaco's night life and engines of super cars accompanied by the crackle of the fire and pierre's breaths made her feel safe. it was all very comforting, home.

"i love you" she told him adjusting herself to look at his face.

"i love you too" he smiled taking in her features. his favourite being the singular dimple she had. "like a lot" he added caressing her face. his lips touched hers in a warm kiss. the heat from the fire, the noise of 'the in laws' from the kitchen and the slight spark of electrically when they kiss made him feel safe. he was safe with her. he could be vulnerable and a big loving baby around her because she was home. she held no judgement. "i can't wait to have you back in the paddock" he told her excitably.

"it'll be great, i'll be there when you win again" she smiled.

"when i next win i'll propose" he told her and she laughed, clearly assuming he was joking. he wasn't. two months of officially publicly being together. over a year of 'yes but no but yes' being together. he'd loved her since he was sixteen, a decade. he knew he didn't want anyone else ever. he'd tried but no one was her, it only had to be her.

so every single race regardless of wether he was on pole or starting from the pits he raced to win. he needed to win again.

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trying to round this off now so i can start a new series!

probably one chapter left then maybe an epilogue??? not entirely sure yet.

but anyway! thank you so much for the continued love and support (even though i went mia) love you all x

[gaslysric]

Hey do you still write in Wattpad?? If you do could I have your username?

i do still write on wattpad! i just started uploading my tumblr imagines onto there, in an attempt to reach multiple audiences!

however there are tumblr exclusive imagines (like the social media ones and best friends twin series) but as time goes on the plan is that there are also wattpad exclusive imagines, so it's worth dropping me a follow on there!

the @ is simply gaslysric

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pierrexico is alive and real too

[gaslysric]

he is my future husband

[gaslysric]

girlypops this is insane! thank you so much xx i'll keep serving us pierre girls

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lia's lion (pierre gasly x reader)

masterlist

summary: y/n misplaces something very important to hers and pierre's daughter.

words: 1.5k

warnings: none!

what a way to come back from the dead, i've just been super busy the last couple of months and haven't even had time to read let alone write!

anyway i'm like a quarter back so enjoy this!

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as soon as baby lia was born, charles leclerc, her uncle, made it his mission to be her favourite, despite only being the girls god father. pierre encouraged it, he loved watching his bestfriend interact with his daughter. however her favourite uncle had always been her mothers twin brother, mick schumacher. he didn't even have to try little lia gasly would light up with joy when she saw him.

mick constantly teased charles about it knowing how desprately the monegasque man wanted to be the german-french girls favourite.

charles got his wish eventually on lia's second birthday. she'd opened the gift and both her parents saw how she lit up with a face that could only be described as love. a plushie lion was in her hands and she hugged it close. "what did uncle charles get you?" y/n asked crouching by daughter.

"lia's lion! lia's lion!" she showed her mum jumping out of excitement.

"go say thank you" y/n encouraged the toddler who ram over to charles and charlotte giving them both massive hugs.

"merci! merci!" she hugged them both tightly and charles couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

lia had a thing for lions since she was born, she loved the things. she'd watch hours and hours of lion documentaries just staring in awe, her favioute helmet was max's because it had a lion on it and her favioute outfit was a dungaree dress that had a little lion embroidered on it. so charles had knocked second birthdays out of the park.

"i think you've been dethroned" pierre told mick who feigned annoyance letting out a huff at which charles laughed at.

since lia's lion joined lia's life, they had gone everywhere together. litterally everywhere. lion had it's own seat at the table, lion had to be with lia at bathtime, lion had the same bed time as lia, lion went shopping with lia, lion went to the races with lia, lion went to visit family with lia, lion went to church with lia. lion was lia's everything.

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"mama, where lion?" lia asked standing in her bedroom, dressed in pyjamas, covered in lions of course.

y/n frowned looking round the room. lion should be in here, normally it's put back in her daughters room if it's just laying about. "scheisse" she muted under her breath. lion was not where it should be. they'd gone all over the place today. they'd gone to the supermarket then to micks and then her parents. lion could be anywhere.

"lion" the girl burst out into uncontrollable tears. that damn plushie was her everything. "lion, lion" she repeated over and over again. fuck.

"lia, let's have a look, i'm sure lions somewhere" y/n reassured her voice not even sounding convincing.

lia sobbed harder and harder as they searched the top floor of the house to find nothing. they made their way downstairs and y/n knew the toy wasn't there but she hoped that it would miraculously turn up.

with no luck, y/n bounced the toddler in her arms desprately tying to soothe the toddler but it would not work. the only thing that would stop the cries was the lion.

"lion!" her daughter cried.

"i know lia, i know" y/n tried but it was no use. pierre walked though the front door and immediately regretted doing so. the cries of his daughter echoed though the whole house.

"what's wrong?" pierre asked walking into the living room. y/n immediately regretted letting the toy out her sight. pierre looked exhausted. he hadn't been sleeping very well recently with a possible move away from the security of redbull on the table. that plus the long days at work had clearly caught up with him.

"papa,lion!" lia cried to her dad and the look on pierres face was almost begging y/n.

tell me you have not lost that lion.

the look she gave him back made pierre sigh heavily. "y/n!" he groaned annoyed collapsing onto the sofa. they knew the devastation that would be caused by losing their daughters beloved lion and had both decided that it would never be left out of sight.

"lion" lia sniffed too sad to call out for her favourite thing in the world.

"oh baby" y/n held her daughter close sitting on the sofa.

"papa" lia sniffed reaching for dad. pierre took her into his arms even though he had a thumping headache and a crying toddler was the last thing he needed.

"i'm sorry lia" pierre stroked the girls head as she cried silently into his shirt. "where have you been?" pierre asked y/n.

"everywhere" she sighed. "we went food shopping, to micks, my parents" she told her partner. he put his daughter onto the sofa who was still crying but too exhausted to do anything but sit and cry.

"okay" pierre stood up grabbing his car keys. "i'm going to find that lion" he stated.

"the shop closes in 30 minutes" y/n told him implying that he wouldn't make it.

"lia needs her lion and i'm a f1 driver, she's getting her lion" he confirmed. regardless of how tired he was. lion was his daughters everything and she was his everything. "i'll call your brother in the car" he told her leaving as quickly as he arrived.

"lion" lia looked at her mama desprately unable to think of anything else.

--

"pierre everything okay?" mick asked though the car speakers sounding tired himself.

"no, your sisters driving me insane." he stated. y/n and pierre had been together five years. they were happy of course and very much in love. however the birth of their daughter turned them into a married couple. they weren't, wouldn't be for a while. they just didn't want to get married yet.

"how come?" mick asked.

"lion's gone missing" pierre broke and mick hissed.

"i don't remember lion being out at mine but my parents maybe?" mick sugested.

"i'm gonna check the shop first, lia can't even go to the bathroom without lion, she must've started the day with it" pierre concluded. "do you mind dropping your mom a call for me?" he asked.

"yeah of course don't worry, ask charles where he got it from if you have to get a new one" mick sugested.

"smart" pierre nodded.

--

no lion. the shop worker looked at pierre apologetically. he was in sweats and his alpha tauri t-shirt. the bags under his eyes were very prominent and his skin was dull. both the shop worker and pierre knew sleep wasn't an option for him tonight. "good luck" they smiled apologetically.

returning to y/n and lia the cries were still leaving lia but they were quieter. the girl was going to cry herself to sleep.

"lia i'm sorry" y/n told her daughter who let out a sigh seeing her dad return empty handed.

"mama! why!?" lia looked at her mum her heart breaking. her daughter was angry at her.

"lia, i said i was sorry" she looked at pierre taken aback by her.

"lia, it was a mistake she didn't mean too" pierre sat next to y/n and his daughter huffed. "do you want to try sleep?" he asked her. she looked so tired. it was bang on 11, five hours past bedtime.

"not without lion" she shook her head.

the doorbell rang. odd.

"i'll get it" y/n got of the sofa opening it to see her brother. "mick?" she asked.

"i have a delivery for lia gasly" mick said loud enough for the girl to hear. showing y/n the lion.

"thank you" she told him exhaustedly her twin simply smiling at her.

"what it is!?" lia called from the living room.

"i was talking to your oma and she said that you'd left someone very special with opa" mick nodded. "i had to go and get them straight away because they were really missing you lia" mick showed her the lion making it wave.

"lion!" lia exclaimed and pierre let out the breath he'd been holding.

"danke uncle mick!" she jumped off the sofa launching into micks arm. "danke, danke! papa, mama! uncle mick brought back lion" she showed her parents squeezing the lion tightly.

"you and lion have had a long day, shall we get you to bed lia?" y/n asked.

"can papa do it?" she asked.

"i think papas a little tired"

"of course i can"

"it's fine" pierre smiled at his girlfriend scooping his daughter into his arms.

"danke mick" y/n smiled at her brother.

"reckon i've dethroned charles?" he asked his twin with a smirk on his face.

"oh definitely. he's gonna be pissed" she nodded with a chuckle.

charles was infact pissed.

~fin~

daddy!pierre for my comeback, of course.

[gaslysric]

life update

i was sorta unsure on wether anyone would care for this but i got into my dream uni today. it is official i am a student!

which is amazing considering how tough my mental health has been in recent years. so go me, big ass Arthur imagine coming soon and the next part of bestfriends twin! within the next week.

i'm also on holiday from saturday and signal will be intermittent (i'm going to the welsh coast!) so inspect less activity from me but i will set up a fic rec post so it's not like you'll be starved.

tysm for 500 followers x

[gaslysric]

Praying for an angel (pierre gasly x reader)

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summary: y/n walks into pierres life at its hardest weekend

words: 1.8k

warnings: continuous mentions of panic attacks and mental struggles. mentions of spa 2019.

[set in 2019]

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she'd found him at his lowest. when he thought nobody was around to see him or to help him. she looked over to him in the empty paddock, most had gone home. others were eating or in meetings. having just walked out the mercedes' building she spotted him straight away. sat on the floor amongst tables a chairs, so well hidden that if you didn't look twice you wouldn't see it.

she'd seen the news of course, his blue shirt gave it way. more vibrant than the one he wore a race prior. she was torn. he clearly needed a hug but would he want one from her? not only did she work for mercedes' but she also worked for lewis hamilton a man she knows all redbull jouniors are programmed to hate. does that mean her by deduction?

she decided to go to him. maybe it would be good to talk to a stranger. "bonjour" she aproached him sitting on the floor opposite him, placing her purse on her lap. "i have tissues" she handed him one out of her purse. he looked up at her being welcomed by a warm simile. she wasn't there to barrette him, everything about her screamed comfort.

"bonjour" he sniffed taking the tissue.

"my french isn't great but i know a little if you can't speak english right now" she told him.

"it's okay" he smiled weakly.

"we've not formally met, i know who you are but im y/n. i work for lewis" she pointed to the mercedes' top she wears. "i can listen" she told him. he looked at her perplexed. no one had told him that. they'd all said 'i'm here for you' or 'you've got this, don't worry' no one had offered to listen.

"it's a lot" he explained to her. "i have no clue how to race this weekend, i'm embarrassed to be demoted, who gets demoted in this sport? no one." he huffed out of pure frustration. "all the press has done is ask me a million questions about my career and it's only thursday. where's it going? is it over? can you back from this?" he listed. "i don't know" he answered letting a tear fall she handed him another tissue.

"prove them wrong" she nodded simply.

"my friend said that" he nodded.

"it's easier than you think, especially for you. i've seen you out there you're amazing, just don't tell my boss" she joked at the end slightly. pierre let out a single laugh.

"secrets safe with me" he smiled at her.

"and people care about you enough to ask these questions. you're an asset to this sport pierre, don't let some austrian prick and ginger spices husband make you think otherwise" she told him honestly.

"can tell you're mercedes" he winked at her teasingly.

"i was raised a mclaren fan" she winked back.

"thank you y/n" he told her truthfully. "you're a lot like my friend" he complimented.

"you're friend must be amazing" she laughed.

"he is, he'll be in f1 next year, you'll get on great" he established.

"i can't wait" she smiled. "take this, they're diet approved don't worry. when i was little and overwhelmed my dad used to give me a mystery sweet and make me tell him what flavour it was. i do it lewis when he's stressed, so what flavour is it" she handed him the hard boiled sweet. he put in his mouth concentrating on the flavour. as he did she whipped the few stray tears left on his face away with her fingers that were so delicate on his face.

"it's lemon" he nodded at her looking at her intently. y/n was special. he was the angel he'd only just been praying for. he would ensure she was kept close to him.

"let's swap numbers, we can rant to eachother" she smiled. he gave it without even an ounce of hesitation. y/n didn't care that he was pierre gasly she was friends with lewis hamilton, pierre was nothing to him in the grand scheme of life.

"i'll always be your pair of ears" she nodded leaving him to himself with the packet of tissues.

---

she was with lewis when it happened. "oh god!" her hand flew to her mouth watching the screen in terror, pulling the phone away from lewis.

"oh god man" lewis reacted his face saying everything she needed to know. that diver wasn't getting out the driver he got in as. "i hope that kids alright" he looked at it again.

"who is it?" she asked her eyes refusing to leave the screen.

"anthonie hubert" the journalist confirmed. "good friends with the french speakers" they added.

he conversation drifted to the one she had yesterday. this couldn't be the friend could it.

"he's a good kid, a lot like you, i hope he'll be alright" those words from her boss confirmed what she needed to know.

the paddock was quite, the mood was low. all hustle and excitement had faded. people had left, rightfully not in the mood for racing. they were worried.

they aproached the mercedes' hub when she noticed him, pacing up and down the decking of torro rosso. "um go ahead of me" she told lewis who looked at her questionably.

"okay, don't be too long" he nodded. she smiled walking down the paddock to toro rosso. opening her purse she pulled out a sweet. he didn't notice her, to busy in his own mind. she stood directly in his path.

"what flavour is it?" she told him holding the sweet out to him. he looked at her like he was a lost puppy taking the sweet. he wrapped his arms round her which shocked her but she hugged him back. this was easily the worst weekend of his life.

"cherry" he sighed into the top of her head. "you smell like flowers" he told her.

"good good" she smiled giving him a squeeze. "do you want me to listen?" she asked him.

"i don't have words for you to listen too" he admitted. "i'm just heartbroken" he sniffed. she'd caught him while he was praying again. he was convinced she was his angel. both times he'd asked for guidance she'd appeared.

"that's okay" she nodded. "we can just sit" she smiled at him sitting at a table. "i always carry a pack of cards, i could teach you a game? distract you" she placed the small box on the table. pierre fell in love with her that momment, her willingness to stay even though he had no words, her determination and genuine wanting him to be okay and not to mention the way the slow setting sun casted a subtle golden glow on her skin creating the most attractive highlight.

he got the cards and started shuffling the cards. "we'll play go fish?" he asked making sure she knew it. she nodded. "so what do you actually do for lewis?" he asked.

"i ensure he's okay. we're good friends anyway and he wanted an excuse to have me around. he thinks i'm comforting" she started.

"he's right" pierre confirmed.

"he says im like he's support animal. i won't explain because it's not my story to tell but he struggles a lot mentaly so i just make sure he's okay. i also help mercedes' out by holding the phone during media interviews" she nodded.

"he's lucky to have you " pierre dealt the cards out.

"oh we're not dating, he's like my big brother" she clarified. pierre nodded.

they talked for hours, playing diffrent card games, teaching eachother new ones and eating all the snacks she carried. around an hour in lewis had went looking for her concerned she hadn't returned yet. when he saw her with pierre he didn't dare interrupt them. she'd had clearly seen he was in need and swooped in to save the day , her unconditional love knew no boundaries. from that day on y/n and pierre talked everyday without fail. she's quickly became his lifeline and one of his closest friends. her heart so open.

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pierre was enjoying the gala, laughing and drinking with his friends, they were mostly talking of the season and their achievements in it. when he excused himself to go the loo in the hall he saw y/n sat on the floor knees to her chest. lewis was desperately trying to calm but she just kept hyperventilating.

"y/n breathe with me please" he begged her. desprately trying to calm her.

"i can't!" she cried in between breaths that were shallow but harsh . pierre patted down his suit with and sighed in relief.

"hey, can i?"pierre aproached them. "y/n, what flavour is it?" pierre held the sweet out to her and lewis looked at him like he was a genius. she put out it in her mouth taking a deep breath

"spearmint" she weakly told her head hitting the wall behind.

"that's genius" lewis compliment.

"i always carry at least one, you never know"he told him. she wrapped her arms around him tightly. he kissed the top of her head holding her as if she was glass.

"look after her" lewis told him leaving the pair. lewis wasn't just talking about her panic attack and pierre knew that. the way the frenchman felt about the girl weren't obvious but lewis caught on as soon as she started messaging him everyday. the little looks and smiles he'd give her. lewis knew he loved her, he knew she was also starting to like the frenchman also.

"y/n? ange?" he held her softly.

"there's a lot of people" she sighed her head falling onto his shoulder. "like a lot of people" she chuckled.

"you're okay though?" he asked.

"i will be" she confirmed. "you carry sweets with you?" she asked.

"one" he nodded. "for you, incase you need it" he admitted.

"that's so lovely pear" she smiled. he blushed slightly at the nickname.

"you're lovely"he complimented. "like seriously lovely" he added.

"i love you" she told him. he froze.

"what?" he asked.

"i love you" she stated a little quieter.

"i love you too" he told her.

"oh thank god" she sighed out of relief. "i thought i'd ruined it" she giggled.

"you couldn't ruin things ange" he dismissed. he pressed his lips against hers in a pure kiss. fragile and soft. "both times you found me in spa" he started, referencing the weekend they'd met many months prior. "i was praying, asking for guidance from an angel. both times you appeared. that is why i call you ange. it is french for angel" he admitted.

"that is so sweet pear" she pressed a kiss on his cheek. "me and my sweets will always be here for you" she smiled. he chuckled kissing her again.

"great" he spoke softly against her lips. "thank you ange"

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[unluckyhoneybee]

If I was Danny, I would take the rest of the season and fuck it. Team orders? No thanks. On press? The biggest cunt. Stay behind lando? Overtake. Just give them a good reason to replace him.

[noope306]

Hit the car here and there just to drive them over budget cap and lose p4

[gaslysric]

knock lando a couple of times to double the cost.

landos in on it.