How about Kimi telling drunkly to Lewis that yn is his wife and then Lewis telling Charles
Yes, Lewis is a gossip girl. Just like the rest of us!
The entire thing started because Kimi could not hold his alcohol. Lewis discovered this halfway through a paddock party.
Kimi was sitting on a sofa, drink in hand, looking unusually pleased with himself. “You alright?” Lewis asked, dropping into the seat beside him. Kimi nodded solemnly. “Yep.” A pause. Then: “My wife is really pretty.” Lewis blinked. “Your what?” “My wife.”
Lewis immediately knew there was no wife. Mostly because Kimi was nineteen and spectacularly single. (And in love with a certain Leclerc sister) Still, he was curious. “Who’s your wife, then?” Kimi smiled dreamily. “Yn.” Lewis had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself laughing. “Yn Leclerc?” “Obviously.” “Does she know she’s your wife?” Kimi considered this. “No.” “Right.” A beat. Then Kimi pointed at him. “But I know.” Lewis almost choked.
The next morning, Lewis found Charles in the paddock. Perfect. “Charles.” Charles looked up from his coffee. “LH.” Lewis placed a hand on his shoulder. “I just wanted to congratulate you.” Charles frowned. “For what?” Lewis looked genuinely touched. “Your sister’s marriage.” Silence. “What?” “Beautiful news.” “What marriage?” Lewis shook his head. “So humble.” Charles was already lowering his coffee. “Lewis.” “I’m very happy for the happy couple.” “LEWIS.”
The older driver finally sighed. “As far as I’m aware, Kimi informed me last night that Yn is his wife.” The silence that followed was magnificent. Charles stared. Then blinked. Then stared some more. “Excuse me?” Lewis could feel years being added to Charles’ life. “He seemed very certain.” “My sister is not married.” “That’s not what your brother-in-law said.” Charles nearly dropped his coffee. “My WHAT?” Lewis was having the time of his life. Across the paddock, George was already laughing because he’d figured out exactly what was happening.
Charles was now pulling out his phone. “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” “No, Charles, don’t call her.” Too late. The call connected. “Hello?” “ARE YOU MARRIED?” A long pause. “…What?” Lewis finally broke and doubled over laughing. On the other end of the line, Yn sounded completely baffled. “Charles, have you hit your head again?” Charles slowly turned toward Lewis. Realization dawning. “Lewis.” Lewis was still laughing. “Lewis.” “You should’ve seen your face.” Charles pointed at him. “I’m going to kill you.”
Meanwhile, several garages away, Kimi was drinking a juice box and trying to remember why everybody kept looking at him strangely. He had absolutely no recollection of acquiring a wife.
Could you do on where little leclerc is doing a Victoria secret runway and like the grids and WAGs reaction to it
( her brothers being over protective & grid falling even more in love ect)
Victoria's Secret
The moment the news are publishing that none other than Yn Leclerc will walk on the Victoria's Secret runway, the show gets sold out in a matter of minutes.
The drivers, along with the WAGs, quickly brought every available ticket. Fernando even went as far as buying three seats for himself, not wanting to have anyone sit next to him.
The only one who didn't have to buy any tickets was the Leclerc family, who git their tickets from Yn themselves. She was very proud of her achievement and wanted all of her family there with her.
What her brothers weren't expecting was, to see the grid at the fashion show.
Carlos and Rebecca were sitting in the front row, cameras already ready. George and Carmen had the biggest bouquet ready for Yn. Oscar and Lando were already chatting with Lewis about what Yn would possibly wear.
Her brothers certainly weren't happy to see all of them there, but sadly couldn't convince the security to escort these idiots out.
The show started and it truly was magnificent. However, when Yn stepped out, the applause went crazy. Every audience member, no matter if family, driver, WAG or someone else, went crazy when they saw Yn.
She looked like a dream. A perfectly fitted lilac lingerie outfit along with some stunning white angel wings were adoring the beautiful body of Yn Evangeline Leclerc.
What Charles certainly didn't appreciate was Landos reaction. He didn't hesitate to hit the Brit over the head before going back to applauding his baby sister.
The second the show stopped, it was like a race started. The drivers tried to be the first one by Yn side backstage, feeling no remorse when they shoved and tripped each other.
However, all of their effort was for nothing, seeing as Kelly and Max were already with Yn backstage, feeding her tiny muffins and praising her to the moon and back.
user4 what if the leclercs had sneak peeks of the album
user5 the way charles posts harry so casually now 😭 growth
user6 yn leclerc won the lottery fr
lando wow okay so we’re doing FAMILY dinners now. interesting.
└ user7 LANDO THATS HER BOYFRIEND LMAOOO
└ charles_leclerc You were busy.
lando i was NOT. i simply was not invited.
└ arthur_leclerc I would’ve invited you.
└ harrystyles Betrayal
└ lorenzotl Lando would’ve brought chaos and zero wine.
└ lando i bring vibes.
user8 this comment section is better than netflix
user9 harry at the leclerc table feels correct
user10 GIVE US ALBUM INFO
yn.leclerc Thank you for hosting 🫶
└ charles_leclerc Anytime.
└ harrystyles Thank you for having me, i survived
└ user11 “i survived” ????
user12 harry being adopted by the leclercs permanently
user13 lando fighting for his life in these comments again
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yn.leclerc disco, occasionally 🪩
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user1 okay but this caption feels… intentional
user2 first kiss all the time now disco occasionally i’m scared
user3 is this a lyric or are we projecting
user4 she’s just hot you guys relax
user5 harry has been at the studio EVERY DAY btw
charles_leclerc What does this mean.
└ user6 CHARLES ASKING TOO???
└ yn.leclerc nothing
└ charles_leclerc I don’t believe you.
arthur_leclerc wait is this about music
└ user7 ARTHUR CLOCKED IN
└ yn.leclerc no.
└ arthur_leclerc okay but hypothetically...
└ username1 I LOVE FANBOY ARTHUR
lorenzotl She’s doing it on purpose.
└ user8 LORENZO CONFIRMING OUR SUSPICIONS
user9 the leclerc brothers being confused is my favorite subplot
lando MY BABEEEE
└ user10 lando instigating AGAIN
└ yn.leclerc STOP IT
└ username2 harry doesn't even fight him anymore he just accepted his fate
harrystyles 🪩🫶
└ user11 HARRY STOP FEEDING THE DELUSION
└ user12 this is either nothing or everything and there’s no in between
user13 yn leclerc the menace you are
user14 disco yn era regardless i support
alexandrasaintmleux THE PRETTIEST EVER 😍
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harrystylesupdates Posters reading “we belong together” spotted in multiple cities overnight 👀 Seen in London, New York, and Paris.
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user1 POSTERS????? oh it’s happening
user2 MULTIPLE CITIES I’M SICK
user3 this is album rollout behavior
user4 “we belong together” that’s a SONG TITLE IDCCCC
user5 or a lyric. or both. i’m unwell.
user6 he’s doing the mysterious thing again
user7 this feels very intentional and very harry
user8 first studio sightings, then captions, now POSTERS???
user9 kiss all the time truthers HOW WE FEELING
arthur_leclerc @yn.leclerc TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW.
└ user10 ARTHUR?????
└ user11 NOT HIM YELLING IN THE COMMENTS
└ yn.leclerc go to sleep.
└ arthur_leclerc I CANNOT
└ user12 arthur is all of us actually
user13 someone take harry’s phone away he’s terrorizing us
user14 this rollout already has more lore than my life
user15 yn being involved in this rollout somehow feels illegal
user16 watch the album title be something completely different and we’re clowns
user17 no way these posters mean nothing i refuse
user18 harry styles the man you are
user19 i know charles leclerc is seething over his brother being excited about this
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harrystyles Kiss All the Time, Disco Occasionally.
March 6th.
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user1 WAIT.
user2 WAIT WAIT WAIT
user3 THAT’S WHAT YN POSTED.
user4 KISS ALL THE TIME DISCO OCCASIONALLY SHE SPOILED THE ALBUM TITLE.
user5 SHE KNEW. SHE ABSOLUTELY KNEW.
user6 THE CAPTIONS WERE THE TITLE IM GOING TO THROW UP
user7 he really said easter eggs but make it your girlfriend
user8 this rollout was INSANE actually
user9 yn leclerc YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES
charles_leclerc Oh.
└ user10 CHARLES REALIZING IN REAL TIME
arthur_leclerc ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I ASKED YOU.MULTIPLE TIMES. @yn.leclerc
└ yn.leclerc 🙂
└ user11 HER RESPONSE????? JAIL.
lando interesting.
└ user12 lando knew nothing but supported anyway
iamrebeccad this is iconic 💋
alexandrasaintmleux 🪩🤍
user13 wag approval = official album of the year
harrystyles For the record — she tried to behave.
└ user14 SHE TRIED????
└ user15 harry blaming yn publicly is crazy
arthur_leclerc I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS.
charles_leclerc Next time i’m muting all of you.
user16 this is the best album rollout in years idc
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styleclerc just realized that Kiss All the Time, Disco Occasionally drops the same day as the first race of the season… march 6th.
what is yn leclerc supposed to do 😭
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user1 SHE HAS TO PICK A SIDE IM SORRY
user2 march 6th is a hate crime actually
user3 yn watching charles race while harry drops an album??? evil
user4 charles fighting for his life on track while harry breaks records
user5 she’s gonna have like 4 screens open
user6 yn leclerc multitasking final boss
user7 imagine charles on the radio like “tell yn to stream” 😭
user8 harry planned this i know it
user9 no bc the timing is actually insane
user10 yn waking up like race day AND album day???
user11 this family groupchat is about to be chaos
user12 lando somewhere making this about himself
user13 charles vs harry for yn’s attention on the SAME DAY
user14 she’s gonna be in the paddock with airpods in
user15 “sorry charles i have to go stream track 7”
user16 this crossover is too powerful
user17 march 6th is booked, busy and stressful
user18 yn leclerc i am praying for you
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yn.leclerc did you catch the name in my captions?? 💋🪩new h album coming.
and for those wondering what will i do since it’s also the first race of the season that day…
i guess we’ll have to wait and see 😉
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user1 SHE ADMITTED IT.
user2 WAIT AND SEE????? EVIL.
user3 yn enjoying this a little too much
user4 oh she KNEW what she was doing with those captions
user5 album day + race day yn pov is gonna be insane
user6 I KNOW CHARLES IS NOT HAPPY
user7 she’s gonna be in the paddock streaming the album isn’t she
user8 headphones in during the race I JUST KNOW IT
charles_leclerc I don’t like this answer.
└ user9 CHARLES 😭
└ yn.leclerc relax.
└ charles_leclerc No.
arthur_leclerc wait and see is CRAZY. i will not be waiting peacefully.
user10 arthur stressing in the comments again
lando she’s choosing chaos. i respect it.
user11 lando always encouraging the worst behavior
harrystyles I like surprises 💋
└ user12 HARRY PLEASE
user13 this comment section is already better than the day itself
user14 march 6th gonna be generational
user15 yn leclerc the woman that you are
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charlesupdates Charles Leclerc mentioned Harry Styles’ upcoming album Kiss All the Time, Disco Occasionally in a new interview today 👀
When asked if he’d heard any of it yet, Charles laughed and said:
“I’ve heard… some things. There’s one piano ballad that’s very good.”
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user1 HUH????
user2 PIANO BALLAD??????
user3 how does he know that 🤨
user4 CHARLES WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’VE HEARD SOME THINGS
user5 this man just leaked album information casually
user6 WAIT.
user7 charles… piano…
user8 NO WAY.
user9 are we thinking what i’m thinking
user10 DID HE PLAY PIANO ON A TRACK?????
user11 STOP I WOULD ACTUALLY PASS AWAY
user12 imagine charles leclerc randomly on a harry styles song
user13 this crossover keeps escalating
user14 he sounded way too confident saying piano ballad
user15 like sir how do you KNOW that
user16 yn definitely let him listen early
user17 or harry forced him to listen at family dinner 😭
user18 if charles is secretly on the album i will never recover
user19 arthur somewhere screaming right now
user20 march 6th just became even more insane
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charles_leclerc little break before the season starts 🎹
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user1 CHARLES WHAT IS THIS TIMING
user2 oh this is suspicious
user3 you cannot post a piano video after that interview sir
user4 IS THIS THE BALLAD??????
user5 be honest are you on the album
user6 this crossover is getting out of hand
user7 march 6th lore keeps expanding
arthur_leclerc ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW.
arthur_leclerc YOU SAID NOTHING ABOUT THIS.
└ charles_leclerc i’m just playing the piano.
└ arthur_leclerc SUSPICIOUSLY.
yn.leclerc nice song 🙂
└ user9 YN??????
└ user10 why does that sound like she KNOWS SOMETHING
harrystyles Sounds familiar 🎶
└ user11 EXCUSE ME???
└ user12 WHAT IS THIS
└ user13 THEY ARE TROLLING US
lando oh he’s definitely on the album.
└ user14 LANDO FUELING THE FIRE
carlossainz55 Not bad mate
└ user15 CARLOS LMAOOO
alex_albon New career after racing?
georgerussell63 Impressive actually
user16 drivers in the comments treating this like a recital
user17 i swear if charles leclerc appears on a harry styles song i will faint
user18 march 6th cannot come soon enough
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harrystyles Aperture. The first single from Kiss All the Time, Disco Occasionally. Out Friday.
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user1 APERTURE??????
user2 FIRST SINGLE LETS GOOOO
user3 FRIDAY????? THAT’S SO SOON
user4 this album rollout is moving FAST
user5 ITS COMINGGG
user6 don’t start the charles theories again 😭
user7 i’m already emotionally attached to a song i haven’t heard
user8 harry styles piano ballad i’m not surviving
yn.leclerc 🤍
└ user9 YN BEING CASUAL IN THE COMMENTS IM SICK
└ user10 SHE DEFINITELY HEARD IT ALREADY
arthur_leclerc IS THIS THE PIANO BALLAD.
└ user11 ARTHUR ASKING THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS
└ harrystyles You’ll have to listen.
└ user12 SIR????
└ user13 he said absolutely nothing and everything at the same time
lando arthur is not sleeping until friday
└ arthur_leclerc correct.
└ user14 arthur leclerc biggest harry fan confirmed
charles_leclerc nice title.
└ user15 CHARLES WHAT DO YOU MEAN NICE TITLE
└ user16 HE KNOWS SOMETHING.
user17 everyone in this comment section is suspicious
user18 friday cannot come fast enough
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yn.leclerc aperture is out now 🪩 and we can’t stop dancing
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user1 THEY’RE DANCING TO IT I’M SICK
user2 THIS IS SO CUTE WHAT
user3 not the chaotic living room dancing 😭
user4 okay wait the song actually SLAPS
user5 yn leclerc soft launching herself as a backup dancer
user6 harry smiling like that??? goodbye
lando i could dance better.
└ user7 LANDO PLEASE
└ yn.leclerc prove it.
└ lando don’t test me.
arthur_leclerc I’VE LISTENED THREE TIMES ALREADY.
└ user8 ARTHUR 😭
arthur_leclerc also still investigating the piano situation.
└ charles_leclerc Arthur relax.
└ user9 CHARLES TRYING TO CONTROL THE SITUATION AGAIN
alexandrasaintmleux this is very cute 🤍
└ user10 ALEXANDRA APPROVAL WE LOVE TO SEE IT
carlossainz55 Good song
└ user11 CARLOS REVIEWING MUSIC NOW
alex_albon lando you definitely cannot dance better
└ lando fake friend.
georgerussell63 Solid dancing technique
└ user12 GEORGE RATING THEIR DANCING LMAO
harrystyles Best dance partner 💋
└ user13 IM UNWELL
└ user14 THE KISS EMOJI AGAIN
└ user15 march 6th album day is gonna destroy us
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stylesupdates Harry talking about Kiss All the Time, Disco Occasionally with Zane Lowe
"A lot of the album was inspired by my relationship. When you’re around someone who lives life at that pace , the racing world, the travel, the noise, it changes the way you write."
He also talked about meeting YN’s family and being around Formula 1:
"It’s a completely different universe. I remember going to my first race and thinking, ‘this is insane.’ But her family made it feel very normal very quickly. They’re very loud, very competitive, very funny."
When asked about the piano ballad, Harry smiled and said: "I did have a bit of help from someone who spends a lot of time around pianos… you might recognize him."
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user1 YOU MIGHT RECOGNIZE HIM??????
user2 SIR JUST SAY CHARLES
user3 THIS IS NOT SUBTLE
user4 charles leclerc on a harry styles song was not on my bingo card
user5 the f1 x pop music cinematic universe is real
user6 the way he talked about her family is actually cute 😭
user7 “very loud very competitive very funny” yeah that tracks
user8 imagine dating someone and suddenly you’re hanging out with formula 1 drivers
user9 harry going from stadium tours to the paddock is wild
user10 also the piano comment HELLO
user11 that is 100% charles
user12 he literally said “you might recognize him” like we don’t know
user13 arthur is somewhere screaming
user14 charles acting casual this whole rollout makes sense now
user15 the album being inspired by yn 🥹
user16 this is actually the cutest crossover ever
user17 march 6th cannot come fast enough
user18 i just know that piano ballad is gonna destroy us
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f1gossip DID CHARLES AND ALEX JUST GET MARRIED???
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user1 WAIT HELLO????
user2 THE FLOWERS????
user3 WHY ARE THEY DRESSED LIKE THAT
user4 charles leclerc secret wedding wasn’t on my bingo card today
user5 this looks suspiciously like newly married behavior
user6 if he actually got married and didn’t tell us 😭
user7 the ferrari is killing me like of course
user8 no bc alex with the flowers is VERY bride coded
user9 someone confirm this immediately
user10 okay but real question where was harry
user10 WAS HARRY THERE
user11 STOP I DIDN’T EVEN THINK ABOUT HARRY BEING THERE
user12 imagine harry styles at charles leclerc’s wedding 😭
user13 yn probably caught the bouquet or something
user14 arthur crying somewhere
user15 lando definitely would’ve posted if this happened
user16 if this is real the paddock groupchat is going insane
user17 charles really said “race season starts soon better get married”
user18 i need answers immediately
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yn.leclerc MY BABIES GOT MARRIED !! 🤍💐 so so happy for you both. and yes before anyone asks , harry did perform for their first dance. you’ll get that song on march 6th 🪩
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user1 MY BABIES????? 😭
user2 THEY LOOK SO HAPPY
user3 WAIT SO THE FIRST DANCE SONG IS FROM THE ALBUM???
user4 march 6th lore just got deeper
alexandramalenaleclerc love you 🤍 thank you for everything
└ yn.leclerc always
charles_leclerc thank you for today. and thank you @/harrystyles for the song 🤍
└ user5 CHARLES THANKING HARRY I’M EMOTIONAL
└ user6 bro really had harry styles sing at his wedding
└ harrystyles Honored 🤍
user7 HARRY BEING POLITE IN THE COMMENTS AGAIN
lando i can’t believe i wasn’t invited.
└ user8 LANDO 😭
carlossainz55 Congrats to you both
alex_albon congratulations !!
user9 drivers in the comments like proud uncles
arthur_leclerc best day ever.
└ user10 arthur living his best life
user11 okay but WHICH SONG
user12 march 6th cannot come fast enough
user13 this family is literally living in a romcom
user14 harry styles singing at a leclerc wedding… yeah we lost the plot
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yn.leclerc ITS KISSCO WEEK !!! 💋🪩 after months of secrets, captions that apparently no one noticed, and arthur interrogating me daily…
the album is finally coming. Kiss All the Time, Disco Occasionally out march 6th 🤍 very excited. very proud. also slightly scared of what the groupchat will look like that day.
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user1 KISSCO WEEK IS REAL
user2 “captions that apparently no one noticed” WE NOTICED 😭
user3 arthur interrogating her daily is killing me
user4 this album rollout has been so chaotic i love it
user5 march 6th is gonna change lives
charles_leclerc Do you know it’s also race week?
└ user6 CHARLES LMAOOO
└ yn.leclerc we don’t care.
└ user7 SHE SAID WE
└ user8 yn choosing violence again
└ lando BABE?????
└ user9 lando hurt as always
arthur_leclerc FINALLY SOMEONE IS TAKING THIS SERIOUSLY.
└ user10 arthur acting like the album is a global event
georgerussell63 Race week actually
alex_albon Charles has a point
user11 I LOVE THIS FAMILY 😭
user12 drivers vs yn in the comments again
harrystyles Big week 💋
user13 HARRY JUST WATCHING THE CHAOS
user14 kissco week vs race week is my favorite storyline
user15 yn leclerc you will pay for the captions eventually
user16 march 6th cannot come fast enough
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paddockupdates Charles Leclerc talking about his sister YN and Harry Styles’ upcoming album Kiss All the Time, Disco Occasionally during media day today 😭
When asked about race week, Charles joked: "Honestly I think my sister is more excited about the album coming out than the first race of the season. Which… I don’t fully appreciate considering what I do for a living. She’s been talking about it for months. Every time I see her she says something like ‘you’ll understand when you hear it.’ So now I’m curious."
He also addressed the piano ballad rumors from the album: "I’ve heard one of the songs, yes. The piano ballad people keep asking about. It’s very good actually. But I think that’s all I’m allowed to say before I get in trouble."
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user1 “i don’t fully appreciate considering what i do for a living” 😭
user2 he sounds personally offended
user3 SHE’S BEEN TEASING HIM TOO???
user4 “you’ll understand when you hear it” yn is evil
user5 HE CONFIRMED THE PIANO BALLAD AGAIN
user6 sir HOW have you heard it
user7 “before i get in trouble” WITH WHO???
user8 harry definitely told him not to spoil anything
user9 the way he keeps bringing up the piano is suspicious
user10 i still think charles is on the track
user11 this family keeps leaking album lore accidentally
user12 yn more excited about the album than race week is sending me
user13 arthur probably screaming watching this interview
user14 march 6th cannot come soon enough
user15 the paddock being part of the rollout is so funny
user16 charles leclerc pop music correspondent
user17 someone check the groupchat immediately
user18 this crossover is unreal
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harrystyles Kiss All the Time, Disco Occasionally Out now.
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user1 ITS OUT ITS OUT ITS OUT
user2 EVERYONE STAY CALM
user3 I’M ALREADY ON TRACK 4
user4 THIS ALBUM IS INSANE
user5 THE PIANO BALLAD??? HELLO???
user6 I NEED A MOMENT
user7 harry you changed my life again
yn.leclerc so proud of you 🤍
└ user8 YN COMMENTING I’M CRYING
arthur_leclerc I’M LISTENING RIGHT NOW.
user9 ARTHUR 😭
charles_leclerc Congrats. Great album.
└ user10 CHARLES BEING CASUAL ABOUT IT
user11 sir do you actually play the piano in coming up roses or not
lorenzotl Arthur has been quiet for five minutes i’m concerned
└ user12 LORENZO 😭
user13 THIS COMMENT SECTION IS CHAOS
user14 THE LECLERC FAMILY LISTENING LIVE
user15 this rollout was legendary
user16 album of the year already idc
user17 march 6th officially a holiday
user18 NOW ITS RACE TIME
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charles_leclerc Coming Up Roses 🌹 Very honored to have played a small part on this one. And even more special that it was the song for our first dance 🤍 Thank you @/harrystyles
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user1 HE CONFIRMED IT.
user2 CHARLES LECLERC ON A HARRY STYLES SONG?????
user3 COMING UP ROSES IS THE PIANO BALLAD?????
user4 THE WEDDING SONG TOO I’M CRYING
user5 this crossover just reached a new level
user6 sir you’ve been teasing this for WEEKS
yn.leclerc finally you can say it 🙂
└ user7 YN KNEW THE WHOLE TIME
arthur_leclerc I KNEW IT.
arthur_leclerc I SAID IT.
arthur_leclerc NO ONE LISTENED TO ME.
user8 arthur vindicated 😭
alexandramalenaleclerc our song 🤍
└ user9 ALEX COMMENTING STOP
user10 the first dance being a harry styles song with charles on piano is crazy romantic
lando okay that’s actually very cool.
└ user11 lando giving approval 😭
carlossainz55 Very nice mate
georgerussell63 Didn’t know you were hiding this talent
alex_albon New career unlocked
user12 drivers treating this like a recital again
harrystyles Thank you for playing on it 🤍
user13 THIS COMMENT SECTION IS INSANE
user14 coming up roses just became everyone’s favorite track
user15 the leclerc x harry universe is unmatched
user16 history was made
yn.leclerc what a weekend. honestly still trying to process it.
Kiss All the Time, Disco Occasionally is finally out after months of secrets, teasing captions, and arthur interrogating me in the family groupchat every single day 🪩
getting to watch h make this album and finally seeing everyone hear it this weekend has been really special. i’m very very proud 🤍
and somehow at the same time it was the first race weekend of the season… which ended with charles on the podium. so yes, this weekend included dancing in the paddock, listening to the album on repeat, and screaming during the last laps.
i’d say that’s a pretty good way to start the year
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user1 “arthur interrogating me in the family groupchat” 😭
Request from @princessmermaid1289 - I was wondering if I could get a Jack Hughes one where the reader is Charles leclerc’s little sister and she brings Jack and his family to Monaco to meet her brothers, mother and see a F1 race.
Leclerc!reader
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Understandably, y/n's brothers were all pretty upset about y/n really moving herself full time over to the US. She'd met Jack in the Miami paddock in 2024 and it was practically love at first sight.
Obviously she didn't inform any of her brothers off this but her prolonged visits started to raise concerns and eventually before the NHL season kicked off, y/n told her family about the relationship and how serious it had got for her.
She maybe used the F1 season nearing it's end at the same time as the hockey season kicking off to really prolong the time before she'd need to introduce her boyfriend to her brothers and months passed.
Eventually Jack started to worry that y/n was embarrassed of him.
"Jack, it's not that. It's just...my brothers can be a little bitchy." Y/n states then sighing. "I don't need their approval, but they're not necessarily as friendly as Quinn and Luke."
"Maybe they would be friendly to me since they know how you feel."
In Jack's defence of asking, it's coming up to a year since they met and they basically got into a relationship the same day.
"Alright, how about you come to the Monaco race weekend? Everyone will be there, I am not going to miss it for any reason and it'll be the perfect time and place for you to meet everyone." Y/n smiles making Jack grin.
Y/n does take some joy out of the fact that Jack is basically a golden retriever in the form of a man, like many hockey players, but it does mean that in situation she knows she'd push and pout about. He's happy so long as it feels like he's somewhat getting what he asked for.
"That sounds fun. The Miami race was good." Jack smiles earring a small nod.
"Well maybe we can find a way to get you to a few of the races through the summer since you're not busy." Y/n smiles earning an eager nod.
-
In all honesty, the closer it got to Jack meeting her family the more excited y/n was. Purely because Jack's excitement was contagious.
"Maybe I should buy a place over here." Jack states making y/n laugh a little.
"You don't need to baby, I literally live here." Y/n laughs patting his back as they walk around since y/n wanted to show Jack around before she properly introduced everyone.
"You do? I thought that might just be your brothers place."
"No it's all mine. They have priority housing for Monegasque citizens, it's actually kept affordable for us." Y/n smiles making Jack smile brightly.
Y/n shows Jack her favourite restaurant and they eat with him insisting on footing the bill before y/n texts Charles asks if everyone is at his apartment.
"Are you sure you're ready? We can always wait till tomorrow." Y/n offers noticing Jack has got a little quiet.
"No. Now or never." Jack states though they both know that's not the case. There's time to meet them at several points.
Y/n smiles holding his hand and walking them to Charles' apartment building before letting them in and getting to his door. Y/n doesn't bother knocking already hearing the French bickering from behind the door.
Jack's grip tightens a little on her hand as she walks in with him following her as if he can hide behind her. Not something he succeeds in.
"Y/n." Alex greets spotting the young woman who she had gotten very close with before y/n got into a relationship and practically vanished from Europe entirely.
"Alex." Y/n smiles using her free hand to give the young woman a hug.
That then creates a chain reaction of her brothers greeting her while Jack remains locked in her grip despite feeling very out of place.
"So, everyone, this is Jack. Jack, this is Charles, Lorenzo, and Arthur and our mama, Pascale-oh and Charles' girlfriend, Alex." Y/n states with her accent reinvigorated simply from being surrounded by the people who share her mother tongue and Jack melts a bit hearing her accent that was still very much there with him but had ever so slightly water down with a more American twang to certain words.
"It is so wonderful to meet you. You make y/n so happy." Pascale beams just being happy y/n finally brought the man she speaks so highly of home.
"It's good to finally meet everyone, I'd been on y/n for months about it." Jack smiles finally a little more confident but the 3 brothers are nowhere near as warm in their greeting though when Pascale starts shouting at them in French they jump into more compliant and kinder attitudes.
"Shall we sit?" Alex suggests wanting to help y/n and Jack.
It takes a while for conversation to find a flow but eventually it does.
"So you play hockey?" Lorenzo asks making Jack nod.
"Yeah, it's probably not as glamorous as F1. A lot more buses and changing rooms with a lot more sweaty guys." Jack laughs still visibly nervous.
"Jack is one of the best in the sport though. Always highly praised." Y/n smiles and in that moment y/n's brothers realise that y/n truly is in love. The way she looks at Jack is true and utter adoration.
It makes sense as to why she basically abandoned her apartment in Monaco and is always in the US. Y/n's eyes practically glow with love to the American.
"We'd quite like to come see a hockey game. Maybe over the winter break when the F1 season is over." Charles states reaching out a very obvious olive branch that makes Jack brighten and y/n turn looking very relieved that her brother is giving him a chance.
"That sounds great. Y/n mentioned you get a bit of a summer break, my brothers and I are usually at the lake in Michigan. It'd be great to get you all over there and you can meet my family. Y/n's already met everyone but getting the families together would be great." Jack smiles letting that contagious excitement fill the room and y/n is surprised to hear her brothers all immediately agree to the idea.
The rest of the night feels much more relaxed and calm. Then they all divide and y/n gets Jack back to her apartment with him practically buzzing with energy.
"That went well right? I think they like me." Jack states earning a nod of agreement.
"They really like you. I think they put their reservations aside and just trusted that I don't have bad taste." Y/n grins as they climb into bed. "I'm glad you like them too, that was almost more important."
"They're really nice. I don't know how you can call them bitchy."
"You haven't seen Charles gossiping with Pierre yet." Y/n mumbles before Jack pulls her closer. "They really seemed excited at the idea of coming to the lake."
"I do think it might be a clash of cultures." Jack admits with a nervous laugh.
-
On Friday, Jack had to admit he realised he was very much underdressed when compared to the Leclerc's and their partners.
"I need to upgrade my wardrobe."
"Jack, you wear whatever you like. There's not a dress code." Y/n smiles while Jack nods but the expression on his face tells her exactly what he thinks of their outfits together. "Ok we can't go shopping between now and the first practice but we can go shopping between the first and second practice and get you looking a little more on brand for Monaco."
"Really?" Jack mumbles earning a nod and smile.
Thankfully none of her brothers say anything about Jack's much more dressed down style and in fact y/n finds them taking him while she sits with Alex and Charlotte. Though y/n does make sure to keep an eye on Jack with Lorenzo and Arthur, admittedly Charles is usually the most obviously protective so with him working there's a bit more ease for her.
"You are so in love. I didn't realise it was so serious." Charlotte states after having missed last night's introduction due to some other commitments, she is there today and realising that no one was exaggerating when they said y/n was so visibly in love.
"He's the best person I've ever met." Y/n admits making the two women sigh at her. They're both in very happy relationships with her brothers but with knowing y/n and feeling like she is their own sister seeing her so happy. "I don't know why I waited so long to bring him home. I think I was just so scared they wouldn't be happy for me or would try to find faults with him or just...not accept him for any reason and try to I don't know...bully him."
"They're not that bad." Alex laughs but y/n looks at her.
"Neither of you witnessed my teen years and the poor guys I dated. Not one of them made it out of a relationship or even a single date without being insulted and degraded." Y/n mumbles then noticing Jack move over with a drink for her.
"You haven't drank today." Jack states handing her a bottle of water while y/n smiles at him before accepting a kiss.
"Sit. I didn't bring you to be stolen by my brothers." Y/n smiles making Jack look back before sitting with her.
Charlotte gets up to actually spend time with Lorenzo and Alex decides to occupy herself with getting out on the balcony with Leo and Arthur.
"Where is your mom?" Jack asks making y/n smile a little.
"She doesn't bother coming for the practices. She'll be here tomorrow and Sunday. Missing her already?" Y/n teases earning an eye roll.
"I just want to make sure I'm being present. Plus I know the power my mom holds in the family and...your mom has done it all on her own." Jack states softly making y/n smile sadly before leaning over and kissing him.
"She is incredible." Y/n whispers then shrugging. "But she doesn't bother herself with practices, maybe I can call her to be a second opinion for your new outfits."
"Yeah." Jack nods then sighing as y/n cuddles into him. "I am doing well with everything right?"
"You are doing incredible. I'm sorry it took me this long to introduce you. I was just scared of how they'd treat you."
"I know. But I wouldn't have left you even if they hated me. I'm not dating you because of your brothers and I wouldn't stop dating you because of them." Jack smiles making y/n melt. "I love you-but I do think your family are great."
"I love you too and you family are pretty good too." Y/n laughs leaning into him.
-
Jack seems to enjoy the whole weekend and when it comes to the race, he's definitely got the passion behind watching and y/n can't help but find entertainment in his reactions but it's obvious that Jack realises pretty quickly that Monaco has a reputation of being a bit more boring than Miami as a race.
But eventually the race ends and Charles is on the podium which isn't the same as the win from last year but they'll take a podium and really it's a miracle the Ferrari even made it onto the podium.
The celebrations afterwards are what seem to really surprise Jack and when y/n gets him suited up as she gets dressed up in a majestic red dress with Christian Louboutins. Y/n looks like she is royalty and it doesn't take Jack long to realise that's because the Leclerc family are close with the royal family of Monaco.
Their night of celebrating is long and Jack tries to drink as little as possible so he can take care of y/n who is not being so restrained.
By the end of the night Jack and Arthur are carrying a hardly conscious y/n back to her apartment.
"Do you need any more help?" Arthur asks making Jack smile looking at y/n.
"No. I think I got her from here. Thanks for helping me though."
"No problem, you are family now. You need something you call any of us." Arthur smiles patting his back. "And with y/n that might be more often than she'd want to admit now you've properly met us."
Arthur leaves and Jack smiles as he undresses y/n from her night of partying. He'd already been carrying her shows after she declares 3 hours ago that she couldn't possibly keep them on.
"Jacky?" Y/n mumbles as he sits her up to get the dress off of her.
"I'm here baby. I got you." Jack grunts trying not to cause any injury with her being very floppy and deadweight.
"Where's everyone else?"
"Arthur helped me bring you home, the rest...I'm not sure where they went."
"Oh. Can we sleep now?"
"Yes." Jack confirms earning a small smile and sigh before he manages to get her further up the bed and under the blankets. Completely naked and definitely not aware of her surroundings but she's comfortable and after getting himself out of his suit then joining her curled up in the bed with y/n shuffling towards him letting out a small grunt of satisfaction as he kisses her forehead.
learning you - op81 - hypermobility spectrum disorder
❀ pairing: oscar piastri x leclerc sister!reader
❀ word count: 1.1k
❀ summary: oscar watches how to take care of his girlfriend who has hsd
❀ warnings: reader has hsd
❀ authors note: requested by @princess3055
❀ hypermobility spectrum disorder - a connective tissue condition that causes overly flexible joints, leading to pain, instability, fatigue and often injury including dislocations
endurance series
The Ferrari garage was its usual mix of chaos and precision with mechanics in red darting around, engineers huddled over data screens and the sound of tools clinking over the hum of engines warming up. Y/N had learned a long time ago that this world never slowed down for anyone.
Still, it wasn’t easy. Standing for long stretches made her knees ache as she automatically hyperextended, and the jolting concrete beneath her shoes didn’t help the dull pull in her hips. She shifted her weight carefully, not wanting to draw attention.
Charles noticed her pain anyway.
“Viens, viens,” he murmured, brushing his palm against her back as he guided her toward a high stool tucked neatly against the side of the garage. He spoke low enough that no one else could hear. “Sit down before you start hurting.”
“I’m fine,” she whispered back, stubborn as always.
He gave her a look - one she knew too well. Equal parts exasperated big brother and race driver determination. “You said that yesterday,” he reminded her. “And then you could hardly walk back to the hotel.”
She let out a huff but sat down anyway, partly because she hated the knowing edge in his tone, partly because the relief of taking the pressure off her legs was undeniable. Charles lingered a moment, hand brushing the back of her chair before he moved back towards his engineers.
Arthur appeared not long after, carrying two bottles of water in his hands. He passed one to her, twisting the cap open, knowing it could sometimes be difficult for her to do. “Charles is being bossy again, isn’t he?” He said with a smirk.
“He’s always bossy,” she muttered, giving Arthur a small, tired grin.
Arthur leaned casually against the workbench beside her, sipping his water like he had all the time in the world. “He worries too much, but that’s only because he knows you. You pretend you’re fine until it’s obvious that you’re not.” He bumped her shoulder lightly. “At least this way, you don’t dislocate something in front of half the grid, no?”
She laughed softly, rolling her eyes. “Thanks for the confidence, Art.”
He grinned. “Anytime.”
Charles made his way over to his younger siblings, concern written on his face until he saw her smiling at Arthur’s jokes.
Oscar, who had been walking past the Ferrari garage, lingered near the edge, hardly blending in with the red in his papaya shirt. He had been dating for only a few weeks, but he had already known that Charles’ protective streak was more intimidating than any rival driver on the grid. So he didn’t interfere in the sibling moment. He just watched them.
He saw how Charles guided her without making a scene, how Arthur turned worry into laughter to keep things light. Oscar stored every detail away, like notes before a race. He wanted to get it right. He wanted to be someone she could lean on without feeling smothered.
When her eyes finally caught his from across the garage, his heart kicked hard in his chest. She gave him an exhausted but genuine smile - half reassurance and half invitation. Oscar returned it, steady and quiet, promising silently that he’d be there when she needed him.
~~~
It had been a few weeks since that weekend in the Ferrari garage, and Oscar had noticed the little things. How Charles subtly redirected her to a chair when she began shifting on her feet and how Arthur would often massage her hands after she had been using them for too long.
Oscar had been quietly memorising those cues ever since. And now, sitting across from Y/N in a seaside restaurant in Monaco, he was ready to put it into practice.
The evening air was warm, carrying the salt of the sea and the faint hum of distant scooters. The restaurant was tucked away from the bustle, lanterns strung overhead and tables set with simple white clothes. It wasn’t overly flashy but it was perfect for them.
“You picked a good spot,” she hummed, looking around with a smile. Her hair glowed gold under the lantern light, and her voice held that soft lilt she always had when she was content.
Oscar shrugged lightly, his lips twitching. “I figured you’d like somewhere calm and private.”
She felt the blood rush to her cheeks at his consideration. For a while the conversation drifted easily. They talked about their families and told stories of their childhood. Oscar spoke of things that had happened in the McLaren garage, whilst she spoke of how she enjoyed spending time in the Ferrari garage with her brothers.
But as the evening stretched on, Oscar noticed the quiet stiffness in the way she shifted in her chair and the way she pressed her hand against her knee under the table.
“Hey,” he said quietly, leaning forward. “You don’t have to sit through dessert if you’re hurting.”
Her eyes widened as he caught her off guard. “I didn’t say–”
“You don’t have to,” he cut in tenderly, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile. “I can see it. And I'd rather we take a walk or go back, than have you pretending you’re fine for me.”
She blinked at him, a mix of surprise and something softer blooming in her chest. “You’ve been watching me,” she accused, though her tone was more thoughtful than sharp.
“Learning,” he corrected. “Your brother might scare me, but he taught me a lot without even trying.”
She laughed at that, the sound easing the tension in her shoulders. “Charles does hover,” she admitted. “And Arthur too, in his own way.”
Oscar reached across the table, brushing his fingers lightly over hers. “I’m not trying to hover. I just want you to know that you don’t have to hide it with me. If you need to leave, or sit, or stop. I’d rather you tell me, or at least let me notice.”
She let out a shaky breath at the sincerity in his tone. No pity and no frustration, only patience. “You really mean that?”
“I do,” he said simply. “I don’t want to just be someone you’re with on good days.”
The honesty in his words settled between them. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand over the table. She felt as if she was finally being seen as herself, sitting across from someone who chose her as she was.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Then maybe we skip dessert tonight.”
Oscar grinned, standing up and offering her his hand. “Deal, but next time I’m ordering cake to go.”
Her laugh carried into the night as she slipped her hand into his, letting him lead her out of the restaurant.
here we go again guys, you know the drill! follows directly on from part 1 because of the silly word count :(
warnings: warnings: 18+!! minors GO AWAY! smut, angst, fluff, kinda enemies to lovers? kinda? r is charles sister oop, miscommunication, both of them are down bad for eachother but they are also extremely dumb! breeding kink, size kink, pain kink (if u squint), unprotected p in v (don’t be silly!)
part 2: 6.1k words
8. i have you.
“you never told me why.” lando blurts.
the sun is setting outside, the pair of you sprawled out over your hotel bed. he’d been in your room for a few hours, tangled with you between the linen sheets. it’s thursday in brazil, and he’d made a beeline for your hotel room after media day wrapped up. he couldn’t explain the anxiety he felt, pooling thickly in the pit of his belly, but it subsided as soon as he saw your pretty face, peeking through the crack in your door.
he’d stayed after, a habit that had been developing of late, when you were both at home in monaco, but it was unusual on a race weekend. you’d pulled out your laptop to do some work, and chucked the remote at him, telling him to put something on netflix. he’d just smiled and obliged, more than willing to stay with you.
“told you ‘why’ what?” you look up from your laptop, confused.
“why you haven’t really been with anyone else.” his voice is small, scared he’s overstepping but he figures he’s seen you naked one too many times to get shy.
“oh.”
you stare off into the dim light of the room for a second, collecting your thoughts, reliving it all.
“you don’t need to tell me, sorry if that was weird-“
“no, uh, it’s fine. it’s a bit tragic really, embarrassing.” you start. “there was a guy, a couple of years ago. he was on my course at uni. he was perfect, flowers on my doorstep once a week, romantic dinners overlooking the harbour.” you reminisce, smiling sadly. “we went on a few dates and he was selling it all perfectly, it was like he was telling me everything i wanted to hear. i trusted him, so i slept with him. it was my first time.” your breath hitches. “next thing i know, he’s telling everyone that will listen that he’s best friends with charles leclerc and that he’s fucked an f1 drivers sister. and, you know, monaco is small. charles and arthur beat the shit out of him.” you laugh, but it doesn’t reach your eyes, which are now glossed over with fresh, stinging tears.
lando slides closer to you, tentatively wrapping an arm over your shoulder.
“it’s always been hard, you know? people trying to get close to me so that they could get close to charles. all my life, it’s been the same shit. i just wanted someone to want me for me, just once.”
you’re crying now, and lando wants to die for causing it.
“hey, ‘m so sorry, honey. i shouldn’t have asked.” he shushes you, pulling you close. he kisses the top of your head gently, and you snuggle further into him.
“no, it’s okay. wanted you to know. that’s why i like this. us.” it comes out just above a whisper.
“that’s why i like us too.” he murmurs. you look up at him, scanning his face.
“what’s your story? charles said something to me once about a bad breakup.” you ask softly. lando sighs.
“she wanted the lifestyle more than she wanted me.” he shrugs.
“i’m sorry.”
“don’t be. i’m better off.” i have you, he wants to add.
“i like the fact that we can’t hurt eachother that way.” you breathe, voicing the sentiment that you’ve both shared since the very first time you were together.
“i like it too, honey. more than you know.”
-
9. ache.
a weight lifts off of him in vegas.
brazil had been a shit show, one that he wanted to forget. one that left him awake for two days avoiding your calls, until you snapped him out of it by showing up at his place anyway, and giving him the best head of his fucking life. he’d slept like a damn baby after that.
he had a week off, after, which he spent in your bed more than his own, and then he was promptly off to nevada, awaiting your arrival a few days later and fixated on clawing something back after brazil, even if it was just pride.
well, that fixation didn’t amount to much, but at least you were there, somewhere, watching and waiting. charles is a wreck, though, storming away from parc ferme, which means you’ll be with him, instead of with lando. he feels selfish at the way it stings.
he’s exhausted when he leaves the track, dead on his feet in the elevator up to his room. he can’t bring himself to join max or george and celebrate. he’ll make it up to both of them another time. his phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out, recognising your contact. he doesn’t even fight the smile that pulls at the corners of his mouth.
packed something special for you. you gonna come find out what?
he’s in love with you. has been for a while.
the attention you pay to him for himl, the way you tease him and laugh with him and let him lose himself in unravelling you. your quick wit, mesmerising eyes, the way you switch languages when he scrambles your brain and you can’t think hard enough to keep speaking english. he’s a goner, and he knows it.
he doesn’t bother replying, just makes a beeline for your room. he’s spent enough time in it already this weekend to make it there without much thought. you’d even left him a keycard, which he retrieves with nimble fingers from his wallet, letting himself into your suite.
he calls your name, rounding the corner and he could die right there, just at the sight of you.
you’re lamplit, knelt on the middle of your bed, wrapped in nothing but intricate, baby pink lace.
“my god.” he pants, jaw dropped. you’re ethereal, gorgeous, a delicate gift wrapped up just for him to open.
“do you like it?” your eyes are wide, daunted.
“what the fuck did i do to deserve you?” he stalks to the end of the bed, shrugging off his jacket, his hoodie, until he’s left in a white vest and team joggers. he kneels down at the foot of the bed, ready to crawl over you. “i love it.”
you flush, grinning sweetly as he crawls over you, pushing you back into the mattress.
“you did this all for me?” lando asks, stroking over a lacy bra strap.
“thought you deserved it.” you purr, but your facade slips for just a minute. “is this okay? never done this before.” you glance up at him with round, doe eyes that make him swallow hard, melting further into you.
“‘s perfect.” he promises. “you’re so perfect.”
lando kisses you softly, his warm skin pressing into yours. you moan quietly into his mouth, holding him close. he thumbs over the lace adorning your bust, stroking it. you squirm every time he brushes your skin.
“wanna be on top. wanna try it.” you pant into his mouth, watching closely as he groans, eyes fluttering as he imagines the sight.
“only if you keep this on.” he bargains, flipping the pair of you over.
you sit up on his lap, smoothing your hands over his chest as his find your hips. he steadies you, playing with the band of your panties, tracing over the pattern.
“can’t believe you did this all for me.” lando coos, taking the opportunity to take it all in, you, flustered and breathtaking, straddling him. dressed up all for him, all his.
“you deserve it.”
“do you think you’re ready for me? lemme see.” his hand skates between your thighs, pressing the pads of his fingers against the crotch of your underwear. he applies pressure against the wet patch that he feels, licking his lips. “were you thinking about me when you were getting all dressed up? thinking about how i’d touch you?”
“yeah,” you nod frantically, grinding down on his fingers. “wanted you all day but i wanted to be good for you.” you pout. you’re gonna kill him, he thinks.
“always good for me.” he applies more pressure, toying with your clit through the lace, the sensation making you quiver, bucking your hips.
“just want you inside of me, lando. i’m ready.” you plead, palming over his sweats. your hand travels further, finding his between your legs. you tug your underwear to the side, and he feels just how wet you are for him.
“you sure, baby?”
there he goes again. baby. your tummy twists.
“yeah, lan, i want it to hurt a little.” you sound so sweet for him and it shreds the rest of his self restraint.
lando sits up just enough to rip off his vest, taps your thigh so that you lift up for a second, long enough for him to shrug off his sweats. when he’s bare, he paws at your hips, helping you to adjust. your fingers wrap around his length and he jolts, mouth falling open as you swipe the head of him through your slit. you sink down, taking just the tip, but it feels like the first time all over again, the angle creating delicious pressure that burns through your pelvis. your eyes squeeze shut and he swirls his fingers over your sides.
“take it easy for me, love.” lando urges, looking up at you with concern.
“i like it. promise.” you choke out, eyes rolling back at the pleasure, the burn.
you continue to slide down on him, sinking further and further until you’re flush against his pelvis. you roll your hips experimentally, your clit brushing against the thatch of hair at his base and you squirm, sensitive.
“want me to help?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“wanna do this for you.” you pant, rocking your hips against his.
the angle is brutal, so intoxicatingly good, and you can already feel yourself leaking all over him. you build up a rhythm, slow and steady, watching the ripple of his abs everytime you sink back down on him, the way his curls fan over his forehead, the veins in his arms bulging as he grips at your waist tighter and tighter.
“you look so pretty, baby, taking me like this.” lando sighs, helping you pick up the pace. you cry out, leaning backwards, fingers gripping his firm thighs.
“it’s so good, you feel so good.” you whine, arching your back.
he’s entranced by the way your breasts bounce, fighting against the skimpy bra and he sinks his teeth into his plush bottom lip, eyeing you hungrily. one hand leaves your waist and travels to the cups of your bra, tugging so harshly that you hear the threads break. he frees your tits, watching in delight as they fall out of the lace confines.
“you’re so sexy, honey, look so beautiful. you’re all mine, aren’t you? this is all for me, right?” lando’s eyes roll back in his head when he feels the way you clamp down around him at his words. he’s gonna fill you up, he thinks, mark you as his from the inside out.
“yeah, lan, all yours.” you slur, fighting the urge to cum. “‘m all yours.”
he can see that you’re tiring, the ache setting in, so he pulls you forward, until you’re chest to chest, wrapped up his his thick arms.
“i’ve got you, baby.” he swears, holding you close as he rolls his hips, fucking up into you.
it’s all too much like this, the constant pressure on your clit, the head of his cock tapping against your cervix, the thrumming of his heart, the cold sweat of his chest peaking your nipples. you let out a strangled cry of his name, and you see white, your nerve endings overstimulated and fried. all you can hear is his voice, pulling your through it and out the other side.
“did so good for me, baby, such a good girl. took it all so well, love.”
you’re limp on top of him, a dead weight curled around him like a life force. there’s nothing that could make him move you, and wouldn’t let you go unless you asked. you lay there in silence, your mixed release leaking out of you. your heart rate steadies, about as much as it can with him around, and you feel yourself blinking away sleep, exhausted. lando notices, of course he does.
“let’s clean up.” he suggests, sitting up carefully with you on his lap.
“carry me?” you request sleepily, a lazy smile painting your face.
“as you wish.” he jokes, bowing his head.
your legs wrap around his waist as he shuffles off of the bed, and he walks to the bathroom, setting you down on the marble sink top. he leans into the shower, adjusting the temperature and turning the water on. he lets it heat up and turns back to you. no words are exchanged as he peels your ruined panties off, as he unhooks your bra and drops its all onto the counter. he tugs you off of the side, guiding your under the stream of water, the warmth making you relax into him. he’s more than happy to prop you up.
“my legs ache.” you giggle, resting your cheek against his shoulder.
“was it worth it?”
“definitely.”
“good.”
he cleans you, massaging soap into your skin, and washing it off. you stay close while he does the same for himself, passing him different products as you clean up together. it’s quiet, nothing needs to be said, and you wonder if this is what life with him would be like. domestic and easy.
“stay.” you let yourself ask, croaking the request out into the silence. you’re both drying off, and he’s gathering he’s clothes.
“i thought you’d want me to go.” he looks like a deer in headlights. cute.*
“stay.” your repeat, and this time it sounds like a plea. he slides his boxers on.
“okay.”
he’s like a furnace under the covers and you can’t help but curl into his side, legs wrapping around eachothers. there’s no going back from this, you fear. he’s thinking the same thing. you kiss his chest as you fall asleep, just a quick press of your lips to his pec, but it makes him hot all over. if the lights were still on, you’d see him blushing. he returns the favour with careful peck to your hairline. you both nuzzle impossibly closer.
“has it ever been like that for you?” you whisper into the darkness. you hear the change in his breathing.
the question is loaded; have you ever felt like this before? was that just sex to you? what are we? what is this? do you want me how i want you?
“never.” it’s barely a whisper
you fall asleep with a smile on your face.
-
when you wake up, he stirs, bronzed arms tightening around you.
“go back to sleep.” he grumbles, pulling your back to his chest.
“i need to catch my flight.” you reply, turning around to face him.
you’re stunned when you see him smushed into the pillow, lips pouty, eye lashes fluttering to clear away sleep. he looks so pretty in the morning light, and you wish you’d asked him to stay the night sooner.
“just fly with me.” lando mutters. you freeze.
“lan, you know i can’t do that. what would that look like?”
“who cares?” he half shrugs behind you, and you wriggle away, sit up in bed.
“uh, me? i care, lando. i can’t be seen flying around with some other driver, do you know how much that would complicate things?”
“some other driver.” he huffs. that gets his attention, and he sits up. “what so we can sneak around, and you’ll let me fuck you, but being on an airplane together is crossing the line?” he grunts sarcastically. you narrow your eyes at him.
“don’t say it like that.” you scold.
“how should i say it, then? i thought maybe this meant something more to you.” he’s standing from the bed now, hurt thick in his voice, and you panic, reaching out for him, but he’s finding his clothes.
“it does! it does mean something to me but… lando, i can’t put charles in that position. i can’t put myself in that position.” you reason weakly, standing and rapidly moving towards him. you pull him to face you, holding onto his shoulders. “don’t go, please.” you whisper, cupping his cheek.
he stares down at you, dejected, a wounded animal, and pushes your hands off of him.
“i, uh. i care about you. a lot. too much, i think. i can’t go through this again, and you can’t hurt your brother. so…” he breathes shakily.
“so?” you plead, shaking your head. “don’t do this, we can…”
“i’m not gonna be ‘some other driver’, honey. ‘m sorry.”
“lando-“
“its okay. this was good while it lasted, and i know you’re gonna find what you’re looking for, without all of the, uh,” he gestures around blindly. “the complications.”
“don’t go.” you whisper, catching his hand. tears pool in the corners of your eyes, distorting him.
“go catch your flight.” he smiles sadly, finally dressed, and then he’s gone.
you stand frozen, taking stock of whatever the fuck just happened.
i care about you.
good while it lasted.
you’re gonna find what you’re looking for.
complications.
you choke out a sob, stumble backwards onto the foot of your bed when it hits you.
you’d already found what you were looking for, and now, he was gone.
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you’re supposed to go straight to qatar with charles, but you beg him to get you a flight home instead.
he can hear that you’ve been crying, and tells you that he’ll kill anyone that you need him to. you promise it’s fine, through even more tears, tell him that you’ll fill him in when he’s got a minute to breathe.
the ticket lands in your inbox and you flee. you spend the twelve hour flight watching love actually, crying into a glass of wine, and wondering if you should get gracie abrams’ lyrics tattooed on your forehead.
i love you, i’m sorry would be quite fitting right about now.
when you land, you don’t even go home, making a beeline for alex and charles’ apartment instead. when alex lets you in, confused to see your face, leo does laps around your feet. you drop your bags and fall into her arms, sob until your throat is raw and your eyes are bloodshot.
“i fucked up.” you wail, breathing hard.
“lando?” she asks, tentative. she has a knowing look, and your eyes nearly fall out of your head.
“what? how did you-“
“well let’s just say that we saw the DM he sent you, and arthur was actually sat opposite me when you said you were with him.” she admits. you gasp.
“does charles… does he…?”
“oh, sweetie, charles knows nothing. although he did ask me what shoe size you wear after coming to your place a few weeks back. he said something about a pair of birkenstocks that looked huge compared to your other shoes, and i told him that was just the style.” she snorts, and you slap your hand over your forehead.
“oh, jesus.” you whine, hiding your face in your hands.
“wanna tell me what happened?”
“i don’t even know, he asked me to fly with him and then i said it would complicate things, that i couldn’t been seen with, quote on quote, ‘some other driver.’” you sigh.
“some other driver? oh, girl.”
“yep.”
“were you guys dating…? or?”
“no! lately things had been a bit more,” you pause, gathering your thoughts. “intimate? i don’t know. i definitely have feelings for him.”
alex looks at you sympathetically, strokes your knee soothingly.
“have you told him that?”
“no, i didn’t know how and now he’s done with me.” you wince, a fresh wave of tears pricking your eyes.
“maybe not, sweetie, maybe you if you told him how you felt, he’d understand. is charles what you’re worried about?”
“charles, the fans, all of it.” you whimper.
“the fans can be, well, intense, but take it from me, if lando’s worth it, none of that matters. is he worth it?”
you pause, weighing it all up. the way he’d been with you, so gentle and caring, considerate and interested in you. he’d made you feel safe and satisfied, and everytime you caught him looking at you, you felt that first initial spark all over again. you could laugh with him, push and tease and not just be charles leclerc’s little sister. you look forward to seeing him, feeling him, speaking to him. all of this together feels heavy, but you want to bear it.
“he is.” you whisper, looking at alex nervously. “oh, god, what do i do?”
“i think there’s a paddock pass with your name on it that you should make use of.” she tells you, wrapping you in a tight hug. “and if charles has a problem, tell him he has to go through me.”
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10. pizza and pasta.
max fewtrell sips his coffee in the hotel lobby, waiting for keegan to join him. it’s hot in qatar, dry and bright, ornate.
his phone buzzes.
message request from: yourusername
HI SORRY ARE YOU IN QATAR????
he probably looks like a cartoon character, eyes bulging out of his skull.
another message comes through.
this sounds insane and i’m sorry that this is like, the first time we’ve ever spoken, but i need a huge favour. like a really really huge favour.
max scratches the back of his head, pulling a face at his phone. baffled wouldn’t even begin to cover how he feels.
he picks up his phone, and opens the messages.
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lando over exerts himself keeping away from you. the sprint race had been a breeze compared to staying away, out of your reach. it hurts like hell, but it’s a necessary evil for both your sakes.
he wants to sleep, do nothing else but collapse onto his mattress, phone silenced and curtains drawn as tightly shut as they can go. he unlocks the door to his hotel room. the light flashes green, and he relaxes, finally. until, he doesn’t.
there’s a faint sound coming from down the short corridor that separates his front door from his sleeping area. it’s not max, he’s just left him outside his own hotel room, and it’s not keegan, either, for the same reason. he wonders if he has another stalker, braces himself and picks up the first thing he can find. a shoe. useless, he thinks.
lando creeps down the corridor, poised and ready, jumps out of his skin when you round the corner before he can get there. you yelp, bracing yourself against the wall.
“what the fuck, i thought you were a murderer!” lando huffs, throwing his head back.
somehow, the sight of you is worse than any murderer could ever be.
“putain! god, i’m so sorry! so sorry!” you squeak.
“how did you get in here?”
“funny story,” you tilt your head to the side, trying to look harmless. “max let me in.”
“verstappen?” lando asks, face twisting with confusion.
“no, idiot. fewtrell.” you reply, duh-like. “i can go, i know this is crazy and weird and a total violation, but i had to talk to you.” your voice softens and lando seems to finally relax. he’ll kill max later.
“this is batshit, actually, but i respect the grind.” lando shrugs. “what do you want?” he sounds harsher than intended, closed off, but you suppose you deserve it.
“i’m sorry about what happened last weekend.” you inhale shakily. “i… i care about you a lot, too, and i have done for a while but i was too scared to say it. i realised as soon as you left that i never ever wanna hurt you like that. never want you to feel like i don’t lo- care about you… like that.” you catch yourself, not ready to say certain words. he gets the gist.
“i don’t wanna be some hookup anymore. it was fine at first, when i thought that’s all i could have from you, but i know that it’s not. i want you.” lando states, his words poignant. “whatever pace you need, whatever you want from me, i wanna give it to you.”
the space between you dissipates.
“i saw you, you know, watching me from your garage all those months ago, like you were trying place me.” your voice is barely above a whisper. “admittedly, i kinda wanted to punch you for ruining that dress, but i also, really really secretly thought you were cute.”
“well, if we’re being honest, i really wanted to fuck you the first time i saw you.” he jokes crudely, and you slap his chest. “in my defence, i was blackout drunk.”
“asshole.” you mutter. you’re so close now that his nose bumps yours.
“i think you like it.” he whispers.
“yeah, i really do.”
your lips meet his urgently, homecoming. it’s been too long since you’ve had him in your hands, touched him and felt him breathe against you. the kiss is passionate, frantic, and you know you’re in love with him. you’re certain.
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an hour later, you’re tucked into bed with him, a movie that you’re not paying attention to playing idly on the tv. pizza crusts lay on a plate, the leftovers of your impromptu dinner date.
you’ve covered your degree, how he got into racing, what you do for work, who you’re friends are, family dynamics.
you learn that his favourite colour actually is yellow, and he learns that you’re favourite drink is red wine. he prefers pizza, you prefer pasta. you like flat whites, and he doesn’t like coffee at all.
“after abu dhabi, i’ll take you on a real date. i promise.” he sounds excited as he says it, and you melt into his side.
“oh yeah?” you ask, looking up at him, your cheeks smushed against his shoulder. he tucks your hair behind your ear, thumb stroking your cheek tenderly. he just hums in response, gazing down at you.
“gonna talk to your brothers as well.” he murmurs, dipping down to peck your lips.
“not just yet.” you whisper. he furrows his eyebrows.
“why?” he doesn’t sound upset, maybe a little deflated.
“i wanna enjoy this a bit longer, at least go on a real date before, you know, they kill you.” you keep your tone serious, holding it together well. he bursts out laughing, squeezing you closer.
“and here i was worried that you were ashamed of me.” he’s grinning toothily, boyish and pure, and you kiss him again, deeper.
“never.” you coo.
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11. daylight.
abu dhabi is a distant memory by the time you get back to monaco. you were happy for your brother and your boyfriend.
yeah, that’s what you get to call him now.
your first date had been effortless and yet so intricately perfect, lando planning it down to the last detail. flowers delivered to you the morning of, picking you up at the door, telling you just how beautiful you looked. your table had been waiting for you, candlelit, dressed immaculately. a bottle of red wine served as the centrepiece, your favourite kind. swoon.
he orders pizza, you order pasta. halfway through, you switch plates.
you wake up the next morning in his arms, content and satiated, still bare from the night before. your phone is buzzing, stirring your both out of your deep sleep. you ignore it.
“c’mere.” he begs, breath fanning out across your neck and you wriggle backwards, further into his arms. your naked skin moulds with his, and you can feel him, ready and waiting against the curve of your ass. he’s still half asleep, and so are you, but you spread your legs just enough for him to swipe himself through your folds and slip right in.
you groan at the stretch, he shushes you soothingly, clinging to your frame. everything is so warm and heightened.
“so ready for me.” he whispers, kissing over your shoulder, hips making the most minimal, languid thrusts that make you dizzy.
“want you like this every morning.” you purr, hiking your top leg up even further. he’s basically on top of you now, his body half covering yours.
lando drags your hips back to meet his, breathing heavily against the back of your neck.
“anytime you want me ‘m here. ‘m yours.” lando mutters, eyes rolling back in his head when you clench around him. lewd sounds are exchanged between your lazy bodies, so worked up, two powder kegs desperate to explode.
it happens in waves, powerful orgasms washing over your bodies like the sunlight through the curtains. it’s bright and warm and leaves you buzzing underneath him, electrified.
“good morning.” you smirk, rolling over to face him.
he’s already sunk back down into the mattress, a satisfied grin on his face, eyelashes dusting the tops of his cheeks where his eyes have fallen shut. he looks angelic, and if it wasn’t for his devious ways, you’d hail him a saint.
“very good morning, baby.” lando pants, scrubbing his hands over his face.
“you look so pretty.” you breathe, raking your nails through his hair. he groans, shivers of pleasure radiating through his scalp and down his back.
“not as pretty as you.” he surges forward, pinning you to the bed, the pair of you a hazy mess of limbs and laughter, so wrapped up in eachother. he’s peppering you with kisses, all over you face and your chest, further and further down your body.
round two is about to commence, and you’re more than excited, ready to welcome him back between your thighs, when you both here a loud, repetitive thud coming from faraway. lando pulls back, trying to pinpoint the sound.
“is that the door?” he says to himself. “sorry, baby. need to get that.” he frowns apologetically. you sigh, waving your hand in understanding, watching as he grabs a robe.
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charles nearly chokes on air and fury when he gets the all caps message from arthur, followed by one from lorenzo, then his publicist.
arthur: HAVE YOU SEEN TWITTER? i don’t know if i should laugh or cry
enzo: be nice to her, don’t be a little bitch
publicist: Charles, we will need to address this news immediately and conclude whether the photos are out of context or not. Meeting scheduled on the shared calendar.
first question: what fucking photos? did someone catch him picking his nose in public?
second question: who does he need to be nice too?
third question: can he not go five fucking minutes without some impending media crisis?
he opens twitter and doesn’t need to look hard, because there on his screen is a picture taken the night before of his precious baby sister, and there is lando fucking norris with his tongue down her throat.
alex asks him where he’s going, watching him storm out keys in hand. he doesn’t respond with anything but a growl and a mutter of your name. alex’s eyes go wide, reached for her phone.
to: your number
girl he knows! idk how but he KNOWS!
for once in your life PICK UP THE PHONE
JESUS OKAY i just saw twitter…
OKAY im tracking charles location rn and looks like he’s near lando’s?
MISS LECLERC PLEASE! HELLO?????
it was nice knowing you babe.
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you pick up your phone as lando leaves the room, scrolling absentmindedly through your notifications. your interest peaks, however, when you see about a million texts from alex, and even more missed call. in fact, you have literally thousands of notifications, and your blood runs cold.
you’d been so careful last night, surely it hadn’t leaked. your blood runs cold when you open your text chain with alex. the aggressive knocking on the door suddenly makes harrowing sense and you spring from the mattress just in time to hear the front door click.
“is she here?” you hear charles bellow, voice laced thickly with anger.
“uh… who?” lando tries, he really does, but he’s not a good liar. you wince, grabbing anything to cover your dignity: lando’s sweats and a t-shirt. you scramble out of the bedroom, sliding down the corridor from the sheer speed you’re moving at.
“fucking hell.” charles sighs, wincing at the sight of you. “of all the people on the planet, you pick my rival? you pick him?” charles barks at you. you close your eyes, focusing on your breathing as your chest constricts. “i told you. i specifically told you not to mess around with him, and c’mon, i don’t ask you for much.” charles throws his hands out in frustration.
“charles, listen to me,” you keep your voice calm and steady. “we’re not messing around, we… we’re together.” you confirm, watching his jaw tick.
“together? with him? do you know how many girls probably think they’re in a relationship with him? half of the portuguese modelling industry is linked to him.” charles laughs incredulously, disgusted. your eyes narrow, watching lando crumble into a million pieces in your peripheral.
“don’t you dare ruin this for me! and how can you come into his house and speak to him that way? my god, charles, you don’t get it, do you? i can never be happy with anyone because of you! everyone, everyone, uses me to get to you and, god, i finally found someone who cares about me and couldn’t give less of a shit about who you are and you don’t approve? shall i stay single and lonely and in your shadow forever? should i go for some greasy hedge fund legacy who wants to fuck any leclerc he can get his hands on? huh? i’m sorry if you don’t approve, truly, i am, but you will not have a say in this.”
charles stays silent, as does lando, the only sound in the hallway being your heavy breathing, a symptom of your monologue. you feel the ghost of lando’s touch on your waist, soothing you from your outburst, and you lean into his touch, looking up at him. his eyes are reassuring, the only source of comfort.
charles watches intently, the silent communication between you both, and it knocks him for six. ultimately, he wants you to be happy, but it begs the question: can lando make you happy? the way you truly deserve? he sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, lets out a muttered string of expletives.
“will you look after her?” he stares daggers at lando, watches the way the brit straightens up.
“i will.” lando nods firmly, eyes sincere.
“and you won’t hurt her? you won’t fuck her around?” charles looks like he’s desperately pleading, but his voice is commanding, no margin for error.
“i promise.”
“and you’ll make her happy?”
“i’d do anything for her.”
your head snaps towards lando, the tears you’d been holding back finally breaking the dam. charles watches closely, steps backwards towards the door. there isn’t space for him here right now.
“okay. i- okay.” you watch the way charles backs down, and he finally meets your eyes again. “ma chére, je suis désolé.” he tells you solemnly. you nod, lips in a thin, hard line. you can feel lando nudge you forward.
“come here, loser.” you groan, opening your arms for your brother. charles meets you half way, squeezes you tight. he gently kisses your forehead and turns to leave, not before shooting lando a look that says ‘i’m watching you.’
you turn back to your newfound boyfriend, tears still falling, but you pay them no mind.
“well done, baby.” he affirms, thumbing away your tears.
“i love you, lando.” you whisper, threading your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck. “thank you.” his eyes glaze over, total adoration swirling in the pools of green.
“so glad you said that because i absolutely love you too.” he laughs, hauling you in for a kiss. it’s a mess of tears and laughter and a weird sense of serenity.
“you might wanna call your publicist. pictures of last night leaked.” you mumble against his lips.
“at least we don’t have to sneak around anymore.” he shrugs. “i’ll call later. got things to do.” he picks you up effortlessly, throwing you over his shoulder. you squeal, and he teasingly slaps your ass.
you catch sight of the apartment as he walks you through it, and you think about the first time you saw it, under the cover of darkness, covert and clandestine.
you much prefer it in the light of day.
you prefer lando in the light of day, too.
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