Warnings: Pure fluff. Swearing. Nothing illegal or early, Kimi's 23 in this fic and reader's 22. Reader is fem. Italian from Translate.
Description: Kimi is too busy with the heavy racing schedule until reader hits him with the pregnancy news and he's running around panicked and excited and too into protecting reader. Lil moments from month 1 to 9, extra giving birth scene. Kept it short cause oneshots hihiihihihi
Requested? : yes!
Word count: 3.3k
It was pretty scary to vomit every day from the starting of a race week.
Kimi was worried so much. He kept on checking you while having to do media and briefing meetings before sprints, quali and the actual race.
He was lowkey panicking. You tried to keep it light and try to stop the headaches, the vomiting and the terrible morning sickness but it never worked.
It calmed down for an hour before coming back and ruining your day.
The suspicion in your head hit you like a rock when it was Sunday and you had to stay in bed instead of going to watch Kimi.
Even if you insisted on coming with him.
He pinned you to bed and convinced you to stay in it. So you did and listened to his advice. To relieve the exhaustion you got up and made yourself mint lemon tea but thankfully, it didn't help.
It made it worse.
"Eugh-!" You coughed the tea out. The nausea made you want to cry because who the hell vomits every single day with painful everything and the smell of anything effects them?
Pregnant people.
"What the fuuuhkkk-" You groaned while vomiting.
You finally decided to get some tests and try to see the results. You wished for the best with your heart doing 50 laps in a few seconds.
You panicked.
Wore Kimi's hoodie and pulled up some random jeans and walked to a pharmacy with messy looks. You snatched and paid the money of four different pregnancy tests.
Just to be sure since they could lie, right?
And the tests came out.
You stood in the bathroom with a shocked expression. Eyes wide open and mouth finding the floor.
Four of them are positive.
Oh, hell no.
Your hands froze.
Your eyes found your stomach with a blurry gaze, you were carrying a fucking kid in there. A human was living inside you and it scared the fuck out of you. The bigger question was, how were you going to tell Kimi?
What'd he say?
Will he want it?
You stared at your phone after changing into something more warm. Checking the time and seeing that the race was already over.
He was probably getting ready or was ready to come home.
Hands snatched the phone and pressed his name in the call section.
Dialing,
Dialing…
"What happened, cara? Are you fine? Are you still nauseous?" Kimi's words were rapid. He was completely thinking about your well-being while you sat there with a positive test result on the bathroom sink.
"Kimi…" You managed to whisper.
"Come on, talk. You're scaring me." He insisted. The shuffles coming from the back and talking noises made it obvious he was with the other drivers but you had to tell him now or never.
"I'm pregnant."
A big silence…silence, silence and-
"I'm going to be a dad? Like a real one? I'M A DAD NOW?!" He almost screamed to the speakers, you flinched and held the phone a little far from your ears. "Oh my god-" You heard him breath out before you heard a few men shouting from behind.
"A WHAT?"
"A DAD, GUYS, IM GOING TO BE A FUCKING DAD!"
You took a deep breath, you expected worse but he was like a ball of energy now. "Kimi, a little bit quieter, please." You murmured, chuckling.
"…I'm going to be a dad… yaaaayyyy…" He said again, this time a whisper before he laughed.
"I mean, do you want it?" You asked, fingers fidgeting and eyes focused on the wall in front of you. A soft swallow, a hand on your stomach already.
Like an instinct.
"Is that even a question! Yes, yes I do want it and I'Il take care of you two. I'm on my way, don't even dare to get out of that bed." Kimi ordered, his voice was shaky, as if he was crying.
You pressed your lips into a thin line, an attempt to not laugh. "Are you crying?"
"We are going to have a family, bella and I'm totally not crying." Your heard a soft sob again. Made you smirk to yourself before he murmured again. "I'm closing now, on my way. Ciao, cara."
"Bye, Kimi."
You ended the call and wrapped yourself with the blankets like a burrito until Kimi arrived with a complete panic and happy energy that you smelled from meters away.
He cuddled you and started talking rapid Italian to the little thing in your stomach.
You understood nothing.
╰┈➤1-3 Months
The first month was stressing enough.
Visiting the doctor, getting supplements and learning that everything was okay and safe.
With the race weeks going on, It was hard for Kimi to be there for you 24/7 but he learned to carry you like a baby to everywhere. Made you wear stuff that kept you warm, constantly searched stupid stuff to help you with the vomiting and actually found the foods and drinks that didn't affect you.
It was like a victory.
Even you were cheering before the little thing decided to make you vomit while Kimi rubbed your back and held your hair up with gentle hands. Whispering sweet things that could make you feel better.
He was stupider from the second month.
He was glued to his phone watching Top 10 things new Dad's should now or How to parent videos while rubbing your stomach with affection and kissing your forehead time to time while you slept like a baby in his arms.
You kept joking about how Kimi already had a favorite youtube channel that gave out tips. He groaned and hid his face.
He was ridiculous when he learned classical music calmed them down. He started blasting Mozart pieces like it was an everyday music, handfed you, stood still in front of the closed bathroom door like a soldier when you showered and kept on yapping in Italian to your stomach.
Since you travelled with him sometimes, he kept your supplements nearby.
He knew the hours by heart and scolded you if you acted lazy.
"Oh my god, there's a human in there, right?" Ollie asked with wide eyes, staring.
Kimi stood behind you like a proud man and jumped right in, "Yes." he said.
You rolled your eyes, your hand gently rubbing the little bump starting to form. "No, no fully human in there. It's still like a tiny slime." You murmured, Kimi wrapped his arms around you protectively.
"Slime is still impressive though." Gabi blurted out.
"Stop it, you're hurting my kid's feelings." Kimi said grumpily. "Isn't it right, cara?" His puppy eyes found your and made you cackle.
"Yes, Kimi." You murmured before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
The whole paddock congratulated you and Charles was determined to learn about the whole pregnancy thing for personal purposes.
Lando bowed his head dramatically and gave you a dog plushie and called himself the best unc ever and made you laugh.
Oscar wished you two the best before disappearing with Lando and all that stuff.
On the third month,
Kimi was hyped to know the gender. He simply said he didn't give a fuck about the gender he just wanted to hear his kid and praised you in Italian in the most paragraphic way ever and you fell asleep because you couldn't take it.
He made your mood find the sky through the whole car ride. He made cheesy jokes, normal jokes, silly faces and laughed with you.
He kept yapping about how fun it would be to a mini version of you running around or a mini version of him jumping on the couch.
You called him cheesy but yours and he groaned, fixing his hair with one hand.
Kimi was impatient but he had to be patient for you, he held your hand. Listened to the doctor with pure focus. Noted down some things on his phone and he almost fainted listening to the heartbeats.
It was a girl.
The moment you two left the hospital, he was proud that he had a sister so he learned braiding hairs or brushing them. You whined about being too lazy to decor the room but he gave you an ipad and just told you to pick items, he'd buy it and put it.
╰┈➤4-6 Months
Your mood shifts were quick.
Crying to sweet and sweet to angry as fuck.
You had a whole tantrum about the wall color bothering you, bit Kimi's bicep and started crying and whimpering sorry while Kimi tried to stop you from crying and cuddled you while feeding you your favorite meal.
You both were thankful you weren't vomiting anymore. Supplements helped a lot.
It was 2PM and you were staring at the oven like it personally bothered you. "Kimi." You called out.
"Hm?"
"What do you mean 'hm?', say yes, dear or whatever and don't piss me off." You started bitchy. Pouting as your arms crossed over your chest.
The baby bump was bigger now. Bothering you a little.
Kimi chuckled, "Yes, cara?"
"Was that oven tilted to the left side before?"
"It was always like that, what do you mean?"
"Andrea, don't speak up to me and please tilt it to the right a bit or I'Il cry." You manipulated, tears stinging your eyes because of the frustrations and hormones hitting heavy.
He walked to you, pressed a soft kiss to your lips, reassuring before he whispered. "Don't cry, hm?" He brushed his nose against yours, making you chuckle before walking to the oven and tilting it so you could be pleased.
When he looked at you for approval, you nodded.
"Now, do you want more of that chocolate bar?"
"YES!" You quickly answered. Holding the empty package while the blanket wrapped around your head stayed still.
╰┈➤7-9 Months
It was like a disaster.
The baby kept punching your poor stomach while you tried to stop the emotional rollercoaster.
"I swear if this baby kicks me one more time I'm kicking it too!" You yelled, frowning, pure anger. Kimi who was trying to complete an assignment given to him quickly stood up and scooped you in his arms.
A hand moved up to replace yours on your stomach, "Non stanchiamo tua madre, eh?" (let's not tire your mother, hm?) He whispered and the baby who was feral over kicking and hurting stopped.
You gasped dramatically. "Traitor!" You scolded the baby in your stomach.
"What can I say, she's my girl."
╰┈➤In the middle of some random night in month 9
You were sleeping soundlessly until you felt a warmth of liquid leaving your thighs.
Your eyes snapped open and you panicked, pretty much panicked. Not wanting to panic Kimi who's sleeping next to you, facing you and one arm wrapped around your waist. You swallowed, not knowing what to do.
"Kimi…" You whispered.
No answer.
"Kimi… wake up."
"Huh, what-?" Kimi murmured in a sleepy voice, grunting as he sat up in the bed, looking at you with confused eyes. "What happened?" He asked. "Are you okay?"
"I think my water just broke…"
And Kimi's head was sirens which screamed red. It was 2 milliseconds before he jumped out of the bed, dressed himself, cleaned you and dressed you while carrying you and grabbing the keys. Leaving everything behind but his phone and keys, rushing to the car. "Hold on." He murmured, his breathing rapid. He was panicking. "Oh my god, you're about to give birth! How could I even sleep!"
"Kimi-"
"I'm such a bad partner-"
"Kimi! Calm down."
"Yes, cara."
And the ride to the hospital was a blur, he drove too fast and got there in time. Whispered sweet nothings into your ear and tried to calm you down by little kisses and it worked.
The labor continued 5 hours until you were fully dilated and the doctors decided it was time.
Kimi was wide eyed like he'd seen someone get tortured in front of him. Hand holding yours as you squeezed his hand violently and screamed while doctors said push.
"I fucking hate everything!" You screamed. "owhowhowhOUWHHH!"
"One more push!"
"Come on, bella, please. It's almost over, hang on-" Kimi begged. Wiping off the sweat from your temple and forehead. "It's almost over-" he repeated. An attempt to calm you down but you still screamed.
"I'm dying over here, bro!"
Nurses chuckled, even the doctor laughed and Kimi pressed his lips together. "Bro?"
"Yes, bro-AUGHHHAAAA!" You pushed one more time and that was when everything went silent. Then a violent, loud cry of a baby was heard.
They cleaned and gave the baby to you. It was like a piece of meat but with legs, arms, eyes and a whole face. You were exhausted.
"She's beautiful…" Kimi murmured, taking the baby with careful hands with your approval. "So fragile." He hummed. "Hi, I'm your dad."
"Of course she's beautiful 'cause I'm her mother, idiot." You chuckled while sleep took over.
"I'Il take care of you both for the rest of my life." You heard Kimi whisper before he pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Rest now, cara."
And he could already imagine your newborn daughter being completely like you.
I admit that ts is cheesy but well.. heh... hope you like it!
cw: fluff, a little bit more fluff, tiny bit angsty nothing tooo bad
wc: 2.9k words
an: IM BACK BITCHES, based on this req!
When this debate had started, you could not remember, but now you were trying your best to not show how red your face looked as you laughed along with the rest of the table.
It was a regular post-race dinner, and Carlos was talking about how he couldn’t think of dating a fan of his.
“I just don’t think I could. I mean, what if they only like me for the money or this sweet bod?” You tried to stifle a grin.
You didn’t think much of it until your own boyfriend chimed in.
“Me too, it would weird me out, y’know?”
Now, you should have probably mentioned this to Lando at some point during the beginning of your relationship. But to be fair, he never asked, and you’d also only been dating for 8 months—so is it really such a crime to have not told him? You’d never found the chance to tell him you were a major fan of his prior to you meeting.
Of course, you recognised him when you first met—which was at a dinner party hosted in his honour for the company you worked at, who happened to be one of McLaren’s sponsors.
You internally tried your best to not lose your mind when you saw him, choosing to hide with your colleagues as they teased you for how worked up you seemed.
But what you hadn’t expected was for him to walk over to you with two flutes of champagne and then spend the entire night in conversation, with him even sneaking out early with you to get gelato and walk you home.
Ever the gentleman, he made sure to get you home safe and even waited till you reached your apartment—but not before getting your number and a promise that you’d meet him for lunch the next day.
You didn’t sleep a wink that night, too overwhelmed at the idea of going out to lunch with maybe your favourite male celebrity. And if there was a mini helmet of his from Silverstone 2024 on your bedside table, that was nobody’s business but your own.
Okay, maybe you weren’t a psycho stalker fangirl or whatever, but you did know your way around the fandom. You could list all his wins in chronological order, his podiums at each circuit, and could claim to be an owner of at least 4 (!) ln4 hoodies.
You never really admitted you used to be a fan because it was plainly embarrassing. Not to mention, it wasn’t like you actively hid it; you just didn’t care enough to remember.
Now, however, with him talking about not dating a fan, you couldn’t help but sip your wine a bit nervously as you nodded along. It was safe to say you and Lando were still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, but honestly neither of you ever thought it would stop.
To say you were enamoured by each other was an understatement, especially with the man completely wrapped around your finger—you could ask him for the world, and he’d show up with it and the stars too.
But with this new revelation, you weren’t sure how to really bring up the topic.
🪻🪻🪻
The next morning, after Lando woke you up to the scent of eggs frying and coffee being brewed, you decided to bring your line of questioning forward. He placed your plate in front of you along with your morning latte, and in that moment you tried to bring up last night’s conversation as nonchalantly as possible.
“So, last night was kind of silly, huh?’
“Whaddya mean?” He replied through a mouthful of toast.
"You know, the whole 'I’d never date a fan' thing you and Carlos were talking about. ” You took a sip as you tried to not make eye contact.
“How was that silly?”
“Like, it’s a bit childish, no? What’s wrong with being with a fan?”
“It’s just weird, like, how do I know you’re not with me because of the fame and all that?” Lando argued.
You didn’t have a response to that without sounding weird for arguing over the subject, so you let it go.
Lando, however, didn’t.
He didn’t think much of it at first. He had just shrugged and continued eating, too focused on trying not to burn his tongue on the eggs he insisted on making for you every Saturday morning.
He found it kind of funny at first. The way you suddenly seemed defensive over the topic. He didn’t think too much of it in the moment, but after he kissed your cheek and cleared your plate, he caught himself thinking about it again as he stood at the sink, running water over your empty mug.
But later, while you were out on the balcony, curled up with your laptop and replying to emails, Lando stood in the kitchen drying a mug and thinking about what you’d said.
He played the memory back in his head more times than he’d admit, narrowing in on the way you fidgeted with your coffee spoon, how you didn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t like it when you looked unsure, especially not around him.
Still, life carried on. He flew off to another race weekend while you stayed back to finish a big work presentation, and your FaceTime calls stayed as sappy and full of inside jokes as ever. If anything, he only missed you more.
He didn’t bring up the fan thing again, not when he had you smiling sleepily at him over a video call at 1 am, wrapped in your fluffy robe with your hair still damp from a shower.
He didn’t even think about it when you sent him a care package to his hotel, with snacks and vitamins and a small note that said “you got this, superstar.” He even found himself re-reading that note like a lovesick idiot while sitting in the team garage between sessions.
You, on the other hand, were doing your absolute best not to spiral. The guilt wasn’t huge, but it was persistent, like a little pebble in your shoe. You’d been such a fan, not just a casual “oh yeah, he’s a good driver” kind of fan.
You were active on Twitter, defending him to the death, posting edits of him and liking every one of his photos that came on your timeline.
But you’d changed; that version of you had been real, but so was this one. The same girl who had Lando's toothbrush in her bathroom and who knew exactly how he liked his tea. You weren’t faking anything.
Still, something about admitting the truth just felt risky. What if he took it the wrong way? What if he thought the whole relationship was some long game, like you’d schemed your way into his life?
So you didn’t tell him. And time passed.
You watched more races, cheered from the sidelines or from the hotel room, always with your heart in your throat. You memorised his travel schedule better than your own. You kissed him good luck in the mornings and held him close at night when he was too tired to speak. And Lando just fell harder.
Every time he saw you waiting for him in the paddock, holding out your arms for a hug and smiling like he was the only one in the world, he swore he’d never get used to it. He was so gone for you.
🪻🪻🪻
“Don’t you get bored of me always talking about racing?” Lando questioned you as you shared a bowl of popcorn while watching some of his racing clips. He liked doing that sometimes; it was a way for him to check his mistakes while also being able to observe his victories.
“If I were bored of racing, I don’t think I’d be in a relationship with a racing driver, now would I?” You quipped, flicking his forehead affectionately.
He simply smiled at you, one of his signature cheesy grins, as he laid his head down on your lap.
You softly brushed your fingers through his curls, at the risk of him whining about you messing with the products he spent 20 minutes applying this morning.
The two of you were fixated on the screen, your eyes concentrated on his car zooming down the straights.
“Wait, which race are we watching again?” He questioned as he reached for the remote.
“Monaco 2022”. You replied deftly, popping a few kernels into your mouth.
Lando had a slightly amused look on his face, not expecting you to be so engrossed, but happy nonetheless.
“God, this one still makes me nervous,” you muttered, watching a particularly intense on-track battle.
Lando looked over at you, eyebrows raised. “Still?”
You froze. “I mean, it was a good race. Real classic, y’know?”
“You watched this live?”
You tried to smile casually. “Sure. With some friends.”
His eyes narrowed just a bit, suspicious but intrigued. “Wait, how do you even remember this overtake?”
You shrugged. “I guess I was into racing.”
“You were a fan.” He said it slowly, like the idea was just now clicking into place. “Of me.”
You didn’t say anything. Just pulled the blanket up higher and stared at the screen, hoping he’d move on. But he turned to face you fully, grinning now.
“No way. Wait, no. You were. That’s why you brought it up over breakfast months ago. You were embarrassed.”
“I wasn’t,” you mumbled, cheeks heating up. “I just didn’t think it was relevant.”
“You little liar!”
“I’m not!”
“Then why did you hide it?”
You shook your head, but the words were already rising in your throat. “I didn’t tell you because—I was scared.”
He frowned, tilting his head. “Scared of what?”
You played with the edge of the blanket between your fingers, not looking at him. “That you’d think I was with you for the wrong reasons. That I was just some fan trying to get her five minutes of attention or—or chasing after your money or your name or the whole WAG circus. I didn’t want you to look at me and wonder if it was all fake.”
Lando was quiet for a moment.
You could feel your heart in your ears.
“I know it sounds stupid,” you continued quickly, cheeks hot. “But you said you couldn’t date a fan, and it just stuck with me. I didn’t want to risk it. Things were too good. You were too good. I didn’t want to lose you over something so embarrassing.”
“You really thought I’d leave you over that?”
You tried to smile, but it faltered. “I just didn’t want you to think I was one of those people.”
Lando let out a breath, shaking his head. “God, you think so little of me.”
The words hit you like a slap, but before you could say anything, he reached for you. Gently, he pulled you over and settled you into his lap, your legs straddling his thighs as he held you close. His arms wrapped tight around your waist, like he needed to anchor you to him.
“Listen to me,” he said, voice steady now, no trace of laughter left. “I don’t care if you used to have posters of me on your wall. I don’t care if you knew all my stats or made edits or wrote fanfiction, for all I know. None of that matters. You matter. What we have now matters.”
You didn’t trust your voice, so you stayed quiet.
“I know you,” he whispered, fingertips tracing soft circles against your back. “You don’t care about the spotlight. You hate the cameras. You’ve never once bragged about us on social media or cared about being seen. You’re not here for the parties or the designer tags or the lifestyle. You’re here for me. And I see that every day.”
Your hands slid up to his jaw, your thumb brushing over the small scar on the bridge of his nose. He looked so serious, so impossibly sincere, it made your chest ache.
“I didn’t mean to lie,” you said softly. “I just didn’t want to ruin anything.”
He was still holding you, still cradling you in his lap like you were made of glass and something he’d never let slip through his fingers again. His hands were warm against your back, one resting at the base of your spine and the other slowly running up and down the curve of your side like he needed to remind himself you were real.
“I mean it,” he said again, voice low and sure, brushing his nose against yours. “I don’t care if you knew every stat I ever had. I don’t care if you had a shrine of mini helmets or screamed every time I got on the podium. You could’ve painted your walls neon yellow, and I’d still think you’re the most genuine person I’ve ever met.”
Your heart squeezed. “I didn’t paint my walls, but I did have a sticker on my laptop.”
He let out a soft laugh, eyes lighting up, but it was full of love now; that kind of warm, weightless love that made your skin feel sun-kissed even in the dim light of the living room.
“You’re ridiculous,” he whispered, and then leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours.
“And you’re in love with someone who once told off a stranger on Twitter for calling you overrated,” you whispered back.
“And I am so in love with her,” he said with a grin that made your stomach flip.
Then he kissed you.
His lips brushed over yours in a way that made your heart stutter and your breath catch. He kissed you like it was something he hadn’t done in a while, like he was rediscovering you. His thumb traced your cheek, his hand sliding into your hair, holding you close without crowding you.
You kissed him back with everything you had.
All the fear you’d carried, all the silly embarrassment, melted into the way he tasted—a little like the popcorn he’d eaten earlier, a little like the mints he always kept in his pocket. It was soft and familiar and brand new all at once.
He pulled back only slightly, his nose brushing yours again. “You’re mine, yeah?”
You nodded, eyes a little glossy, mouth still tingling. “Always.”
And then he kissed you again, deeper this time. His hand slid up your back, pulling you closer, like even this much space between you was too much. You could feel the way he smiled into it, could feel the quiet little sigh he let out like he’d finally exhaled after holding his breath for months.
You curled your fingers in his hair and kissed him harder, laughing softly against his mouth when he let out a quiet, dazed ‘fuck’ under his breath.
All was well, until—
“Wait, you were on Twitter?”
“…Maybe,” you mumbled, a bit disoriented by his random questioning.
His eyes lit up. “Oh my god. You did. You tweeted about me. Find them. Show me.”
“I’m not showing you anything.”
Lando was already rolling off the couch and grabbing your phone. “C'mon. You have to. Please. I’ll never ask you for anything else in my life.”
“That’s a lie, and you know it.”
“Okay, but this time I’m serious.”
Sighing dramatically, but secretly already giggling to yourself, you reached for your own phone. You opened the app and scrolled for a moment before finding it. The long-forgotten fan account: locked, dusty, and inactive for over two years.
You held it out wordlessly.
Lando took it, eager.
And then immediately burst into laughter.
“@ln4everangelbaby?! Are you kidding me?”
You snatched it back. “I was seventeen when I made that, Lando.”
He was already breathless, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “No, wait. I need a minute. Angel baby? What was that even supposed to mean?”
You covered your face with your hands. “You had these really cute photo from your debut year, and someone called you that on Tumblr, and I thought it was cute, okay?”
“Oh my god.” He leaned back, shaking with laughter. “This is better than I could have ever imagined.”
He tried to scroll, but the account was locked, and you weren’t about to log in and let him dig through the archives of your cringe era.
“Let me read some tweets,” he begged, tugging at your sleeve like a child.
“Absolutely not.”
“I’ll buy you dinner every night forever.”
“You already do that anyway.”
“I’ll take you to the Maldives for a week.”
“You’re kidding.”
But his face remained unmoved, completely serious.
“Make it two weeks.”
He hesitated. “Ten days.”
“Twelve.”
“Deal.”
You unlocked the account with the kind of grim resolve one might have before jumping into shark-infested waters and handed it back.
He kept reading out tweets in dramatic fashion, doing voices, quoting your old replies to trolls, and fake-crying when he got to a heartfelt race reaction after his first podium.
You just curled up smaller and smaller on the couch, your face buried in a pillow while Lando had the time of his life dragging you, groaning occasionally at particular posts you didn’t even remember making.
When he finally calmed down, he tossed the phone gently onto the coffee table and pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I think this might be my favourite thing about you.”
You blinked up at him, confused. “My terrible teenage Twitter?”
He smiled. “No. That you loved me then, even when I was just some kid in a fast car. And you love me now, even when I’m an idiot who makes fun of your old username.”
“You really can’t let that go, can you?”
“Angel baby,” he whispered, laughing again, and you groaned and buried your face into his chest as he wrapped his arms tighter around you.
DID U GUYS MISS ME (the only answer is yes) i missed writing so much im so happy i could put this out :DD enjoy! and im so sorry it’s so short i just am so drained with my first sem in college ! :(
❀ Summary : The Belgian Grand Prix race was delayed due to too much rain to be safe for the drivers. Everybody in the paddocks have to wait, but it’s already been two good hours and the rain is not going to stop. Ollie and his lover take this to their advantage to have a cuddle session, not knowing that they will be the stars of this Grand Prix.
❀ Pairings : Ollie x Reader
❀ Themes : Fluff, established relationship
❀ Song : none found
❀ Warnings : none
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❀ AN : I finally finished one of my requests. This one was sent to me a little while ago, and I rewrote it, but I'm still not really satisfied with it. I hope you will still like it. Sorry for keeping you waiting that long.
Enjoy !
The FIA had finally made a decision : the start of the race would be delayed. It was raining too hard for it to be safe for the drivers to race on a track with too little grip and no visibility. All the drivers had prayed that they would not have to race in the same conditions as at the 2024 Brazilian Grand Prix, which Ollie did not have fond memories of.
So when it was announced to the teams that they would have to wait a while before revving up their engines, it was a relief for some. For the first hour, everyone stayed sheltered in the paddocks, but when they entered the second hour of waiting, they realised that the downpour was not about to let up. The drivers were allowed to return to the motorhomes to wait.
Ollie found his girlfriend, who had preferred to stay in the hospitality area rather than face the chaos of the paddocks. They found a comfortable sofa and initially contented themselves with cuddling up together, but then Ollie decided it was the best time to get some rest. So they lay down, the young woman on top of him, trapped in his embrace.
They had quickly fallen asleep, at least Ollie had fallen asleep, while Y/N was drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness. She could hear everything that was going on around them. There was one thing she didn't pay attention to, and that was the sound of footsteps approaching and a few whispers. These noises remained close for a few seconds before moving away again.
After a total of four hours of waiting, Ollie was able to return to the paddock to get ready. Y/N whispered a word of love to him before letting him go. She settled back comfortably on the sofa and focused on the television screen, which was replaying the race. She didn't notice the few glances that were directed at her.
Ollie, on the other hand, noticed the smiles on people's faces when he arrived at his garage. The team principal approached him, patted him on the shoulder and asked him teasingly if he had had a good nap.
The young man was confused, but innocently replied that he had recharged his batteries, which made the few people around him laugh. He chose to ignore it and focused on the race.
But he finally got an answer to this strange behaviour when he left his seat at the end of the race. He headed to the media area and began his interview with SkySports, with Esteban by his side.
' You two are cute. '
' With who ? '
' You and your girlfriend. I saw the photo. '
' The photo ? '
' Yeah, the admin took a photo of you while we were waiting for the start. '
Esteban took out his phone to show him the famous photo. Ollie and Y/N were on the sofa, his girlfriend's face was completely hidden as she was pressed up against him, but it was clear from the photo that she was a young woman.
Ollie finally understood the reactions he had received from the team, as well as the teasing from the other drivers. Nico had told him he had chosen the right girlfriend, Carlos had told him to make the most of the relationship. He hadn't been able to understand all the chatter surrounding his romantic relationship. Even Kimi had come to tease him. But not a single one of them had explained the reason behind it all.
Wanting to keep his girlfriend away from journalists and fans, Y/N mostly stayed in the hospitality area when she came with him to a Grand Prix. Ollie didn't know that so many people knew he was in a relationship – even though it wasn't a secret – it had been a strange Sunday, he wasn't going to lie.
So when he saw this photo, thanks to Esteban, he couldn't help but understand the hype about his girlfriend. But Ollie wasn't going to let that stop him; he could only be even more proud to have a girl like Y/N by his side. And above all, knowing that the drivers he admired told him he was lucky to have someone by his side, he couldn't help but agree.
Ollie was lucky. Y/N was extraordinary, and he knew it. If he wanted to, he would shout it from the rooftops, show the whole world who she was. But maybe that would be for later. His girlfriend was still a student, and they had both agreed that she would remain relatively anonymous until she graduated, and then they would see.
But one thing was certain, Ollie wasn't going to let her go. He intended to keep her safe by his side until the end. Cherish her as much as he could.
' So Ollie, how did you feel about this weekend ? '
' Hmm… well, we still have some things to work on with the team, but overall it was pretty good. Spa is a pretty special race, and the rain added to the difficulty for us. But I think for my first time on this circuit in Formula 1, I did pretty well. We'll see how we can improve for the next Grand Prix. '
' This race is special for you. Is there a particular reason behind that ? '
Ollie hesitated for a few seconds before a smile appeared on his lips.
' This is the first Grand Prix I've attended with someone. And even though I know I've made mistakes, there's someone who's still proud of me. '
' Can you give us a name ? '
' I'd rather keep that to myself for now. She doesn't like to draw attention to herself. But I can tell you she's a very good person. '
Esteban nodded, pleased with his response.
The interviews continued for a while longer, then Esteban and Ollie were able to return to the Haas hospitality area to finish the debrief.
When they arrived, he quickly felt arms wrap around his waist.
' You were great, Ollie. '
' Thank you. You were there. '
' I'm proud of you. '
' I know. '
' I love you. '
' I love you too. I have to go. I'll see you after the meeting. '
' Yes. I'll wait for you here. '
' Okay. I'll be back. '
They shared a quick kiss before Ollie joined the team for the last debrief of the day.
He mustn't forget to ask the admin for that photo. It would be his new wallpaper from today onwards.
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boyfriend!Oscar who… kisses your temple every time before a flight. Doesn’t matter how early it is, how tired he is, he always does it. It’s his little routine to make sure you know you’re loved before he leaves.
boyfriend!Oscar who… holds your hand under the table or plays with your fingers while you’re talking. Doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, he just needs to be touching you, always.
boyfriend!Oscar who… gets way too happy when you wear his hoodie to bed. He sees you in it, grins like an idiot, and goes, “Yep… you look better in it than me. It’s yours now.”
boyfriend!Oscar who… always gives you the last bite of whatever he’s eating, even if it’s his absolute favorite. Acts like it’s no big deal, but deep down? Yeah, that was love.
boyfriend!Oscar who… notices the tiniest things. New shampoo? “You smell different. It’s nice.” New dress? “Wait, that’s new, right? Looks really good.” Always paying attention to the little details about you.
boyfriend!Oscar who… listens to everything you say like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. Even if it’s just about something random like a drama. “Wait, wait, what did she say after that??” Fully invested in the conversation.
boyfriend!Oscar who… sends you dumb TikToks of him doing random filters. Zero context, just pops up on your phone.
boyfriend!Oscar who… sends voice notes when he’s busy. Sometimes it’s just “I miss you” or “Talk soon,” other times it’s him whisper-yelling from the paddock while Lando makes weird noises in the background.
boyfriend!Oscar who… insists on doing groceries together. Pushes the cart, lets you pick the snacks, then sneaks in something random like “Should we try this cereal? Looks good.”
boyfriend!Oscar who… gives you his jacket without hesitation. Says he’s not cold, even when he’s obviously freezing, still holding your hand like it’s fine. He’ll survive.
boyfriend!Oscar who… gets you paddock passes even if you said you might not come. Tells the team, “Just save her a spot anyway,” like it’s no big deal (but it really is).
boyfriend!Oscar who… lights up the second you show up at the track. He doesn’t have to say anything, but you can see it, in his face, in his mood, in the way the team starts teasing him the moment they realize why he’s smiling like that.
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heyy! can u write a fanfic abt wiping off f1 drivers’ kisses. like what would their reaction be if you wiped ur lips or cheeks after they kissed you? (preferably lando!) thank you!!
K I S S I N G - LN4
listen up : no warnings!! ovi kisses!!! thanks for the request i only have the energy to write for one driver rn!! <33
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Lando’s mouth is on yours, his body pressing against you as you lay slanted on the couch. “Lando, we have to go.” you whisper into the kiss.
He groans and just pulls you closer, his hands dangerously gripping your leg. You actually stop him this time, sitting up, and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “We actually have to leave!”
Lando frowns, clocking your movement immediately. He kisses you quickly just to test it. You wipe your lips again.
“Excuse you?” He frowns, tilting his head.
“Hm?” You look up at him.
“You wiped your mouth.”
You try to hold back your smirk, “So?”
“So!? So, am I slobbery?” He scoffs, clearly offended, his curls moving as he looks away from you.
You roll your eyes, starting to stand before he pulls you back down, “Lando!”
He kisses you once more, pulling back to look up at you; as soon as your hand goes to your mouth, he lets out a laugh and kisses you again.
This has you both laughing now, he kisses your lips, then cheeks, your jaw, then neck. He’s peppering kisses all over you as you just squirm and laugh under him.
“Lan!” You scream as he kisses your shoulder.
“This is what you get for wiping away my love for you!” This makes you laugh more.
“Death by kiss.” You sigh and lean back into the cushions, resting a hand over your forehead, “Lovely way to go.”
He shakes his head, “I hate you.”
You grin and place your hand on his chin, kissing him softly, “No you don’t.”
Summary: service top!Lando who's just such a good boy for you
Warnings: nsfw, power bottom reader, service top Lando, begging, praise, Lando being a whore as usual, no reader genitals mentioned
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It was astonishing how much some simple words seemed to do to your boyfriend. He was thrusting in you, slow and deep, when it just slipped out of your mouth—
"Ah- good boy, Lando."
His hips faltered, eyes wide as he stared at you. In only a second, he gained back his momentum, but you knew you didn't imagine how he twitched inside you. "Say that again."
"Good boy. Making me feel so good."
"Yeah?" He asked, voice strained against his own thoughts. His eyes twinkled with pride as he looked at you. "I make you feel good?"
"Yes, baby, so good. You're such a good boy for me."
Lando —the absolute whore— moaned right by your ear. Loud. "Say that again. Please."
You could hear it in his voice how close he was. "Mhm? You wanna be called a good boy?"
He nodded desperately. "Please. I'm so— so close."
"I know, baby. I can feel it." You clenched around him just to make your point, and Lando whimpered in that beautiful way of his. "Come on, come for me, pretty boy."
That was all the permission he needed, spilling inside you barely a second later. "F–fuck," he grunted, and with a final thrust, you came too.
As he lay in your arms after, panting slightly, you made a mental note to call him that again in the morning.
I needed some serious angst! It can be with either Charles, Lando, or Oscar (writers pick :) )
Maybe something where the reader is really nerdy and works for the FIA as some sort of project manager (for example) and the driver starts to get feelings for them but the drivers friends/manager says that they need to find another girl cause the reader doesn't fit the 'WAG image'.
"You're just not the kind of person the world expects me to be with, I'm sorry."
NOT THAT KIND OF GIRL
requested imagine (REQUESTS OPEN!!)
GENRE: Angst
PAIRING: Charles Leclerc x fem! reader
WARNINGS: Heartbreak, public pressure, emotional tension, alcohol.
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SUMMARY: She has worked for her success, earning her job as an FIA project manager. Her whole life consists of her work, not social events, parties, or media. But when Charles Leclerc starts showing up for briefings just to catch another glimpse of her, things get complicated. Between coffees, friendly outings, late-night calls, and the weight of the public and Charles' image he has to choose between what feels real and what the world expects.
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From a young age you knew what you wanted to be, you had the brains, knowledge, patience, alongside a dying love for motorsports. During your youth you took every STEM subject you could and worked yourself to the bone, especially in college when your friends would try to get you away from your studies, you’d just tell them it wasn’t your thing. Your thing was motorsports engineering and the inner working of it.
Your first success came through an opportunity at Mercedes in its Research and Development division after you had shown your expertise in numbers and impressive spreadsheets that took you ages to create. Through these four years you had learnt that social activities such as media appearances were far from your favourite part of the job, in fact you actively made sure to avoid it as much as possible.
Eventually you had a job offer show up from the FIA after a glowing recommendation had come in from one of the Mercedes senior engineers, and as well as many people in your situation would you accept it. After a grueling amount of interviews and meeting the job was yours, you had finally made it after all these years of studying they were now showing just how far it got you. You were now an FIA project manager.
Throughout the journey of this new job you travelled race to race, organising safety tech implementations across all teams, overseeing data integration systems, and always making your way around tablet in hand busy at work, always being the quiet one in the room - you had shown everyone you earned your place, not through charm, or connections, but through pure skill and dedication.
-
It was the week of the Monaco Grand Prix, one of the fan favourites and also your one favourite tracks, not just from that alone but mixed with the vibes and cheers it brought along with it. You had woken up bright and early for a briefing to discuss the upcoming race.
Now even as someone working in F1 and for the FIA you had never particularly gotten close with any of the drivers, at most had gotten to know the Mercedes ones back in the day yet even then only briefly. You weren't here to make friends with the drivers, you wanted to do your job to help improve their driving and drivers as much as possible. And today was no different going into the debrief, even when you sat opposite the very talented Ferrari driver from Monaco, Charles it was no different to your usual days at work, well til it wasn’t.
During the meeting you had noticed a few errors in his data report made by his team, for a moment you hesitated to say anything looking around to see if anyone else had caught this blunder, yet nobody did leaving you to step out of your comfort zone and speak.
“Sorry but I couldn’t help but - uh notice that some of the data doesn’t seem to match up with how it should be..”
You felt your voice echo through the room, a few pens clicking as you spoke out, in return you gave them the correct reading and tried to hide your growing flushed face until it had cooled down. But unaware of your surroundings a certain driver had drawn his attention to you, Charles had unknowingly himself spent a long moment fixated on you from your brief comment. He had seen you around before, but never paid much attention to it, even if he was to look for you anywhere it was impossible you were nowhere to be found online, which obviously he hadn’t tried to find himself, maybe. He felt infringed by your quiet personality that contradicted the usual people he had met in the field, you felt different.
-
As the season went on slowly Charles had started to see more and more of you, normally at meetings and pre-race discussions, and as time grew on you had both become used to one another’s presence. The Ferrari man had started to linger around near her office after meetings, giving her a thank you for her time every meeting, and hoping that they were once again sat across from one another during these discussions before the man had to hop in his car.
You tried your best to think nothing of it and keep it professional, yet he could sense your warmth in your eyes, the glistening of them at every joke he had made, yet little did she know he had only made them in hopes to she her smile, even for a moment cause to him it was a sign of good luck before a race. And well til this day it has been one hundred percent proven correct.
Months flew by, as the season came to an end, Charles had a rough start of the season but had managed to save it after the summer break, finishing 3rd in the Drivers Championship. A part of him believed it was due to your more frequent appearances before the races, and in the Paddock in general. After the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix Charles had finally gained enough confidence to ask you to join him in the celebrations afterwards. Sure, you and him had exchanged phone numbers before, the Ferrari man chalking it up to “work related activities”, however he had spent his time texting you, sending you funny posts, and just checking up on you. You found it sweet, and more than once finding yourself blushing and smiling seeing his name pop up in your notifications.
That night he had approached you, palms sweaty, and ready to make a fool out of himself. He had seen you around the Mercedes building, chatting with George before waving him a goodbye and getting ready to leave and enjoy the season break ahead, well as much as you could cause while the drivers had their time off you still had a ton of unfinished work to catch up on during the off season. He manages to catch your attention by lightly touching your shoulder, yet firm enough to acknowledge it.
“Oh hey Charles, you did good today!”
“Hey, yeah uh thanks tried my best even tho the grip wasn’t the best near the last few laps, but did better than I thought”
You nod along to his words, sensing he wanted to ask something yet you weren’t sure what it was.
“Well uh on that note, there's actually a little get together happening after the media and all, and well as you’ve been quite some help this season would you maybe want to tag along, it won’t be much, just small.”
You hesitated for the moment, just the idea of a loud crowded atmosphere was enough to send shivers down your spine, parties were never your thing but after seeing Charles’s look in his eyes, that silent desperation to have you in his company without thinking too much about it you agreed. And well the night went mostly how you expected it, a ton of people, drinks, and music, you hated it. While the others partied and enjoyed it all you could do is sit in a corner and sip on your drink, you felt alone. You were getting ready to leave, grabbing your bag and all until he appeared, hand once again on your shoulder.
“Hey, sorry traffic took a while, are you alright?”
“Uh- sorry it’s just this isn’t really my thing, I’m sorry I mean I hope you have fun though, Congrats on today.”
But as you turned around, bag and phone in hand, he followed you, not saying a word until you had made it outside.
“It’s not something I was looking forward to anyways, let’s get out of here? I know a nice quiet place around here.”
And the moment you agree, you can’t explain why, but you do. Maybe it’s because you enjoy his company, or perhaps it was the fact you didn’t feel too safe alone in a city you didn’t know your way around. You sigh and agree.
You were glad you accepted his offer, that night ended better than any other post race celebration ever could. He had taken you to a quiet niche jazz bar in a secluded part of Abu Dhabi. Charles and you had spent the night talking about your childhoods, dreams, and aspirations, he was a great listener making sure to take mental notes as you explained all the efforts you went through to get to where you were. He had made it a night to remember, his touch lingering on your forearm as the two of you headed back to your designated hotels grabbing a taxi each.
“Well then Charles, thank you for tonight, I really enjoyed it, I mean it. I’ll see you after the break, enjoy it, you deserve it.”
“Thank you for your time, I mean it was nice to get to know you away from the debriefs and meetings, so thank you. See you soon.”
And ever since that night you had started counting down the days til the start of the season, a part of you missed his presence, and unbeknownst to you Charles was missing yours, spending his break relaxing, travelling, and looking forward to the meeting with the FIA that would come around soon enough. Little did he know his heart was growing fond of you, and the aching in his heart since that night was due to you.
-
The start of the season had excited the both of you, even more passionate about your jobs than you normally would, of course the two of you would text over the break, even sometimes ending up on call with one another. But nothing could replace the in person talks, and contact. When the two of you finally met again he had brought you a coffee, your favourite that you had mentioned at the bar. And well bringing you this coffee became a usual activity before every meeting you two shared, it warmed your heart, and his just by seeing your warm smile every morning.
At a certain point you two had a few moments alone, normally filled with the usual chatter, you had made jokes about Charles bribing the FIA officials to allow him to spend more one-on-one time with you, always bringing out a chuckle from him. As Monaco once again rolled around, the two of you had spent the time in one another's company, him showing off all that Monaco had to offer, it was a surreal moment yet all Charles could focus on was your beauty, you were all he ever wanted, someone beautiful and yet so smart, your brains alone made you the most stunning person ever yet he never dared to utter those words aloud especially with certain new rumours spreading around.
Photos of the pair had been taken around Monaco, restaurants, bars, and on casual walks close to one another. Charles’s team did a deep dive into you, finding no trace of you online except for your Linkedin. It was clear she was someone who hated the spotlight, a woman who kept to herself, trying to avoid PR events as much as possible, and that's when the rumours started.
It had been circulating around on social media that the Ferrari PR advisor and management were looking to expand Charles’s racing career, they wanted him to have a love life outside of racing, something to help build his image as more than a great driver, but a great lover. Eventually these rumours are proven to be facts once Charles himself is pulled aside and is told about this, he wants to mention you and his feelings yet they shut down before he even has the chance to speak your name.
“She’s not the kind of person people expect you to date, Charles. You have a brand to uphold, sorry.”
And those words right there stuck more than anything else he had ever heard.
You weren’t in loop with this information and rumours, until Charles himself brought it up in the Paddock after the British Grand Prix, you were excited to invite him to a local restaurant you had been dying to take him to, well until he himself muttered out the words he was told. You weren’t sure what to do or say, you stood there for a while trying to compose your feelings properly. All you can dare say is a simple “okay” and a nod before turning around and never looking back, even though Charles wanted to meet your gaze one last time, he never found it. Why couldn’t it be her.
After that moment she had requested to change teams for the meantime, stating that her presence was affecting the performance of a driver, and eventually with enough strings pulled she had a few changes in her schedule. And Charles had to figure this out the hard way, he was looking forward to at least watching her from across the table, explaining her graphs and analysis’, yet that time never came, in her spot sat another project manager, not the usual quiet yet secretly bubbly you he had grown used to. And this loss in your presence had a small effect on his races, after Silverstone he had gotten used to finishing P6 and P8 instead of the usual podium, even in a car with many fixes that needed to happen, somehow you helped him defy that, until now. The Ferrari team had chalked it up to personal issues, which it was but it was all due to their own words.
Charles had tried to reach out to you, but nothing, had you changed your number? He tried to catch you after the races, and post-race dinners to try apologise for his words, they weren’t his but stung just as much nonetheless. And when he did, the spark was there, your unresolved feeling sat heavy in the air but not a word was uttered about them, you both were too scared to make your feeling a reality in these current circumstances.
The team notices this, and now are more eager than ever to get him out in the dating scene, rumours from media outlets speculate that Ferrari are more persistent than ever to have Charles date a model or influencer to boost his image more, and as they do these women with platforms, the looks, and the attention begin to line themselves up waiting for the opportunity to date him, but he dreads it, he doesn’t want them, he wants her, but she’s not his, not in the public and never will be.
Charles knows what he wants, but he can’t have it, he can’t risk your career and his for these feelings, he’s torn between the world that expects perfection and you, the girl who makes him feel real.
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On an exceptionally bad race finish Charles finds himself alone outside the garage, everyone had already packed up and he himself had said he would, but he couldn’t find it in him to leave, he felt the lowest he had in a long while, Charles was ready to admit he felt lost, actually no, he was lost.
Well that was until he caught a glimpse of you, the sound of your quick pace walking in his direction, for the first time that felt like decades Charles felt a sense of comfort just by seeing you, it had been too long since he saw you this close, he missed it and so did you. The air between them felt silent by the time you had approached him, standing in front of his sulked body resting on a pair of fucked up tires at the garage entrance. Your eyes met each other's as he looked up at you, he hated to admit just how much he had missed your eyes. Yet that gleam was nowhere to be found, in its place was a longing look of sadness, one he himself had developed.
“Hey Charles.”
“Hey.”
And after that no words were spoken for a moment, the two of you just looking at one another, searching for answers none of you had. You wanted to tell him he tried his best today considering the car had severe issues on track since qualifying but you didn’t want to rub salt in an already open wound.
“I’m sorry about today, it was a shame, but it was the car, don't beat yourself up over it.”
In response he let out a quiet hum as his glaze fell down to the floor, he couldn’t stand feeling so vulnerable around him, knowing that as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t let you get any closer or he’d never be able to turn back. He sighed as his eyes never made their way back to yours, your eyes felt too raw, too real, too caring.
“Y’know, back when we still had those debriefs together, I’d always try to look you in the eyes, I thought it gave me good luck, I mean I’d get podiums and finish top 5 all the time. And now I don't know, I fee like I’ve been cursed to fail. And a part of it believes it’s because of that.”
Your heart melted right there and then, you wanted to hold his head in your hands, look him in the eyes and tell him you’d always be there for him, wipe away this miserable look in your eyes. You wanted to be right for him, you wanted to be that perfect model online posing in the perfect ways, bare minimum knowledge when it came to compounds of the car and racing itself, cause it didn’t matter as long as I had the presence to be enough for the team, you wanted to be the one they panned the camera towards during the races, the one to be called Charles Leclerc’s partner, but you were never destined for that life. This is what you wanted, this was your field, you were never the one he would end up with no matter what.
“You know, even though I can’t be there for you Charles, I’ll always care for you. Even if I tried to stop, I wouldn't be able to. I hate just how much you continue to mean to me even after everything. I’m sorry.”
And that was the moment his eyes met yours once again, his eyes spoke words he knew he could never speak, in that moment all you could do was look back and reminisce on the short period of time you two had spent in one another company, if only circumstances were different, maybe you’d be enough. All he could muster out were the words that stung him the most, the words that changed everything.
“To the world you're just not the kind of person they expect me to be with, I wish you were. I’m sorry.”
“I know Charles, I know.”
-
After a brutal Red Bull domination last season, it was now a new season, a season with a lot of work to do, you had walked away from the last season promising to now only focus on your career, you were done with distraction, if you were able to walk away from Charles, you were ready for anything.
He had a rough time in the rest of last season, usually finding himself in bars and clubs after the races, trying to distract himself from the fact you lived rent-free in his memories, everything reminded him of you, it stung worse than the alcohol hitting the back of his throat. However on one occasion after the US Grand Prix he had run into a woman, it wasn’t you but God how he wished it was, it was a model and influencer, someone with a huge passion for art. She was funny, kind, and of course extremely pretty, but on top of all that it was someone that matched what his image lacked, a woman who could keep up with the WAG lifestyle, she fit it perfectly.
And by the time the new season came around the corner photos came out between Charles and this new woman, Alexandra. The media called them perfect for one another, they seemed to enjoy one another's company, almost in the same way he had enjoyed yours. Once the news had come around to you, you couldn’t be upset, I mean you yourself let the chance of you two die long before any words were ever exchanged, he deserved more, someone to help his career, and you were anything but that.
You couldn’t hate her, any other woman would be lucky to have him be hers, and Alexandra was the lucky one, you were happy enough knowing Charles could finally be content in his feelings, leaving you behind was best after all but left you with a sour taste in your mouth, you felt some envy rise the more you knew, but you guessed it just helped you focus more on your job than anything else. He was happy so you were happy in return.
But unbeknownst to you Charles hadn’t forgotten about you, he unintentionally had watched you from afar in the Paddock, noticing your hard work paying off slowly, you had become one of if not the hardest working project manager in the current moment. Yet through it all you never let go of your true self, you were still the same introverted, skillful, stunning woman you had been when Charles met you two seasons ago. And by the time he himself had realised what he lost it was too late.He had traded away something genuine for something that looked perfect. He loved Alexandra of course, but sometimes all that plagues his mind was the memories of you, but all he could do is watch from afar as you became all you wanted to be.
Maybe if the world changed its expectations, everything would be different. But it never would be, this was it, this was the only chance they had, and it was gone due to a world too cruel to understand.
