Just Something To Kinda Wish Good Luck To Charles Leclerc For Today. Silverstone GP In An Hour Baby

Just something to kinda wish good luck to Charles Leclerc for today…. Silverstone GP in an hour baby

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Finally!

I was dying for the last laps but it was such a beautiful race…. Let’s go baby…. LET’S GO!

1K!!! THATS INSANE!!

I would love to request to hear from our sunkissed couple again - i would love to see charles meeting the parents, because we know how much of a fan her dad is!!

You had no idea how you managed to keep the secret for that long, but damn it did feel glorious to watch your dad’s face crumble as you presented him with a paddock pass with his name and face on it. The lanyard was neon green, branded with the F1 logo and as you passed it around his neck, you were almost certain that tears were welling up in his eyes. 

And he wasn’t even close to the biggest surprise yet. 

When Charles invited you to Silverstone, you were ecstatic to say the least. You had already planned to go but couldn’t have found cheap tickets and were on the lookout for resellers who might sell their tickets back. You only needed two, one for you and one for your dad, but you only had managed to almost get scammed in the process. So when Charles offered for you to be his guest, you had one condition and one only: you and your dad were a package deal. 

Charles was so happy to comply, it filled your heart with warmth and happiness. The fact that he was adamant that you would only come with your dad was absolutely adorable and even more so when he learned that you hadn’t told him anything about the fact that you were seeing each other. Dating? Was he your boyfriend? He had no idea and to be honest, he wasn’t as pressed about it either. He was just glad to spend time with you, whether it was to kiss you and cuddle with you or just to talk. If you wanted him to be your boyfriend, he would gladly be so. If you wanted to introduce him to your dad as just a friend, he would smile and shake his hand either way. This wasn’t time for the big debates on whether or not you were his girlfriend. And you were thankful for that. 

“How the hell are we in the paddock?” Your dad kept muttering, walking next to you.

“I told you, I got those passes through someone I know,” You grinned.

“Do I have to send a gift basket to Tom again?” Your dad rolled his eyes. “I love this kid to death but he has to stop with the gifts.”

“It’s not Tom,” You giggled. “But you’re gonna like him either way.”

“Oh so it’s a “he”, then,” Your dad teased.

“Stop digging for intel, you’re gonna know soon anyway,” You laughed.

The more you walked through the paddock, the faster your heart beat. You hadn’t seen Charles in almost a month, ever since you left from the French GP with an usual hole in your chest, shaped like your favorite monégasque. You had texted and called, of course, and you had watched every bit of content you could find to feel closer to him but nothing would ever replace the feeling of his arms around your waist and of his lips on the crook of your neck. You couldn’t wait to get him back. 

The walk in the paddock still felt foreign and if it wasn’t for the couple of familiar faces that you crossed path with, you could have felt terribly out of place. But you kept on walking, waving back at Pierre who you properly met about a month ago and who had followed you on Instagram to chat, in the following days of your meeting. 

Next to you, your dad gasped at your familiarity with the driver, making you stop wondering where your fangirl tendency could have come from. Your dad was a fangirl. There was no way you didn’t inherit those genes from him. There was no way you would be able to contain your giggles either when he’d finally understand that you were headed to the Ferrari garage.

“I’m not sure we’re supposed to be going to this part of the paddock”, Your dad mumbled, a bit embarrassed and turning shier by the second.

“I’m certain we are,” You teased back, dragging him by the arm until you crossed the row of trucks with the different teams’ logos on them. 

“Holy shit, this is the actual pitlane,” Your dad almost sobbed. “This is incredible. How the heck am I here?”

“Wait until you see where we’re gonna watch the race,” You grinned mischievously.

Charles had been the best sport you could find. He knew how much you owed your dad for your love of Formula One and since it was his first time meeting him, he wanted to impress. He had scored you two seats inside the garage, so you could follow the race on the different screens and watch the pit stops happen in real time. You would be basking in the racing vibes of the Scuderia and he had already planned to shower you with enough merch to last a lifetime. Your dad was about to combust and he wanted to make sure of it. Selfishly, he also wanted to make a good first impression. Not that he was trying to buy your dad, but if he was.. The way to your dad’s heart was about to be easier than ever expected…

“Oh Lord, can we walk up to the Ferrari garage? Is that allowed? Or are we gonna get booted out of here?”

“Sure, let’s walk to the Ferrari garage,” You laughed. 

“Maybe.. Maybe not so close. I don’t want to get shooed away. Stop- What the bloody hell are you doing? You can’t just walk into a garage!! Oh my Lord, I raised a complete nutcase,” Your dad spilled out so fast it was actually comical. 

“Dad, welcome to the Ferrari garage,” You grinned, opening an arm to welcome him in, as if you had any say over who’s allowed in and who isn’t. 

You didn’t have much time before you could warn him about what happened. One second you were trying not to explode in tears of laughter in front of his bewildered face and the next, a head was nested in the little space between your shoulder and your neck. You raised a gentle hand, resting it in the messy hair that you could feel tickling your skin and smiled at the familiar feeling of Charles hugging you from behind. He dropped a gentle kiss on your skin, squeezing your sides in his grabby hands and immediately straightened back up to face your father, whose mouth was shaped as a perfect O and who couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

“Dad, I want you to meet Charles,” You introduced them both. “Charles, this is my dad, possibly your biggest fan,” You giggled.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Sir,” Charles started, presenting a hand to your dad. “I heard I was to thank you for raising a Ferrari fan as a daughter. I must say I’m super grateful for that, meeting your daughter has been a highlight of my year.”

“Shut. Up,” Your dad spat. “You know Charles Leclerc?!” He whisper-yelled at you. “You know Charles Leclerc and you didn’t tell me anything?!”

“Dad, he can hear you,” You laughed. “Yes, I know Charles.”

“Was he the one whose hand I could see on that car in Monaco? Were you that hand?!” He finally addressed Charles, who was still waiting to shake his hand.

“I’m quite sure I was,” Charles blushed, amused. “Your daughter’s been a delight to have around in Monaco.”

“Oh my God, this is the best day of my life, I need to sit down,” Your dad started to hyperventilate. “She’s hanging out with a Ferrari driver and she doesn’t bloody tell me. This is the best thing in my life right now,” He ranted. 

“Dad, Charles is still waiting to shake your hand,” You smiled.

“Oh yeah, sorry Son, yeah, ahem, big fan,” Your dad blushed (blushed!!), finally greeting Charles. “Phenomenal drive. Such bad luck in Monaco. My my. Love what you’re doing. You’re the best. Hope you win today.”

“That’s the goal, I’ll do my best. In the meantime, you’re welcome to watch the race from here. There’s a seat with your name on it. Well, not quite literally, but you know what I mean. I also got you a pair of headphones so you could listen to my radio, in case you’re interested in that. It protects the ears from the loud noises, too.”

“Oh man, I think I’m gonna fall in love with you,” Your father almost cried, before launching himself to the chair waiting for him like he had fire underneath his ass. 

“You think I made a good impression?” Charles almost grimaced.

“I think he already loves you very much,” You replied, amused. “You made his entire year. Thank you for everything, it means the world to me to have him experience such a thing.”

“Then it means the world to me too. Anything for you,” He smiled. “Am I allowed to kiss you or is that tempting my luck too much?” He cringed.

“You are absolutely 100% allowed to kiss me,” You smiled, rising to your tippytoes to kiss him yourself. “He’s deep into a screen, watching the replays of your onboard anyway.”

“I’m glad he likes me,” Charles sighed, relieved.

“What can I say? Must be a family thing,” You joked, kissing him again.

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charles_leclerc: It hurts again. But I’ll never give up.

Beach Talks - Charles Leclerc

pairings : charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary : you meet a cute stranger in the darkness of the beach and start rambling about your f1 passion .

warnings : nothing just pure fluff :)

A/n : I’m currently on vacation and my wifi connection is shit so I won’t be posting too much do to that . I will however try and post as often as I can

Also , this is my first ever big story , yuhu 🥳🍾 Hope you all enjoy it . Again , feedback or constructive criticism is highly encouraged 😋

Peace.

That’s the only thing you were feeling at the moment.

You were currently sitting on a lifeguard’s chair , the dark beach of Monaco surrounding you .

It was past 1 am , the perfect time to be by the seaside in your opinion .

“No what Mattia , no”

Turning around , you saw the intruder of your peacefulness . It was a young man , definitely under 30 , wearing a dark suit and currently screaming at his phone .

Beside the beach was a fancy restaurant , probably the place where this screaming man came from .

The rest of the conversation was spoken in italian so you couldn’t comprehend what the he was arguing about .

However , what you definitely observed was that he was slowly getting closer and closer to you high chair .

“Fuck” you turned your head once more to see the man putting his phone back into his pocket , a hand coming up to his face .

“Hey” you called out . the man looked up and started looking around . Seeing no one else was around he pointed at himself “yeah you , u okay ?”

He took a second before replying “honestly no”

You struggled seeing in the dark , hoping to catch a glimpse of his face , but no such luck . The lights from the restaurant were just way too far .

“Wanna come up here ?”

“Why ?”

“Because you seem like you could use some relaxing. This place seems really peaceful at the moment and you could use it”

When he hesitated you said “I promise I’m not a serial killer”

The man softly laughed but didn’t say anything . Instead he made his way up the chair .

Once he was seated beside you , you softly nudged him , encouraging both of you to take a deep breath .

A few quiet minutes passed before he finally said “thank you , I really needed that”

“No problem” you smiled at him , even though you were sure he couldn’t see it .

A few more seconds pass “what brings you here tonight , you from around here ?” He asked , wanting to know more about this mysterious girl who offered him a place into her peaceful palace.

“Oh no no , I’m on holiday with my family. What about you ?” You asked, curious about this earlier shouting man.

“Yeah , I’m from here . But I’m currently only visiting for work” he took another deep breath “my job requires me to be on the move a lot so … it’s good to be home”

You giggle “yeah , I could tell by the way you were screaming at your phone”

The man laughed , a sincere wholesome laugh , the tension in his shoulders finally releasing .

“So what brings you and your family here ? Anything special you want to visit ?” he asked .

“Oh we’re here actually for the Formula 1 race” you turned towards him , a smile on your face .

His eyebrows rose “you’re a f1 fan ?”

You nodded vigorously “oh yes , I adore f1 . Can’t wait for this weekend’s race . Are you a fan ?”

The man took a second, his face twisting a bit “let’s say I know enough about it . Who’s your team ?”

“Ferrari of course”

For some odd reason your new companion smirked “yeah ? who are this year’s drivers ?”

Deciding to ignore his smirk you continued “Carlos Sainz Jr. and Charles Leclerc. This is actually Charles’s home race and apparently everyone including him thinks this race is cursed for him” you scoffed and rolled your eyes “if you ask me that’s just bullshit”

The smirk on his face disappeared “why’s that ?”

Taking a second to gather your thoughts you began “I think that only thing that keeps him from winning Monaco’s grand prix is himself”

“After all this race is very important for him and I think he forgets to actually enjoy the race and not focus on winning”

The man laughed again “Not focus on winning ? How is he supposed to do that ?” Now he sounded interested.

“I’m not saying he shouldn’t focus on winning . What I am saying is that he’s focusing too much on it . He needs to learn to loosen up . In this race especially he has to be one with his car.”

“Tune everything out and just be him , the car and the track. As long as he’s enjoying the ride and feeling himself it will be impossible to not win” you explained , smiling at the end of your statement.

He took a second , processing your words before nodding.

“You are right , that’s exactly what I’ll do”

“Excuse me ? What you’ll do ? Are you by any chance the great Charles Leclerc ?” You teased , getting ready to leave and go back to your family

Your new friend laughed once again “I wouldn’t call myself the great but Charles works fine”

He moved into the moonlight , finally able to take his features in .

He indeed was Charles Leclerc . What was the first thing you said ?

“Oh fuck you”

Charles was a little shocked but quickly recovered “me ? What did I do ?”

“You let me ramble on about f1 to you like I was some genius about the sport while you’re a driver for fucking Ferrari ?”

The driver laughed at your playful outburst “hey , in my defense I just wanted a normal conversation without being THE GREAT Charles Leclerc” he smiled at you “ also , you looked pretty cute talking witn such a passion”

You blushed , thank god for the dark covering your red face.

“First of all , I agree . I am pretty damn cute” that made Charles grin “ Second of all , I wouldn’t have given you the privilege of treating you like a celebrity … If you were Carlos on the other hand I would have definitely asked for a picture” you teased.

He frowned in a playful way “now you’re just being mean”

“I’m sorry”

Charles took a second to think it over “Now that’s just not good enough”

You joined in his teasing “oh yeah ? What would be good enough for you all mighty lord perceval ?”

Lord perceval burst out into a laughing , making you giggle . After his laughter died down he suggested “How about you let me take you out to dinner while you’re still in Monaco ? You can tell me all about your opinions on this great Charles Leclerc”

Taking a second to pretend you’re thinking , when actually you were freaking out , you finally said “yeah , okay”

Pulling his phone out , he gave you the phone app for you to put your phone number in.

You took it , a smirk on your face “promise not to scream at me through it ?”

He let out another soft giggle “don’t give me a reason to”

“Deal”

You both climbed down the lifeguard chair , softy making your way back to the restaurant . Before entering you announced you were actually going back to your hotel.

“Where are you staying ?” Charles asked , hopping not to intrude.

“The Crown Marina hotel . It’s about 20 minutes from here” you smiled at him , ready to wave goodbye .

But just as you were about to say your goodnights , the monegasque shook his head “ I can take you if you want” he offered

Now it was your time to shake your head “Oh no , don’t worry . I’ll just take a cab”

Charles wasn’t having it “No way , let me drive you”

you fought a bit more before finally giving up and allowing him to take you home .

The ferrari driver smiled , taking ahold of your hand and directing you to his Ferrari Pista Spider 488 .

Butterflies took over your stomach as his hand squeezed yours .

The drive to your hotel was nice , a calm air hanging between the two of you . You chatted some more about god knows what .

After arriving at your hotel , Charles insisted on taking you up to your room .

“You sure this isn’t just some sneaky way of finding out my room number ? ” you teased

“Busted” he teased right back .

You softly giggle “Thank you for driving me Charles.”

The young man erupted in a blushy smile “Thank you so much for showing me that lifeguard chair . Really calmed me down”

“My pleasure. Goodnight Mr.Leclerc”

Just as you were about to close your door he stopped you “Wait , I don’t even know your name” he suddenly realized.

Leaning over the door , you kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear “check you phone”

With that you closed the door , your red lipstick stain bright on his cheek.

Charles left the hotel , getting into his car before checking his phone .

New contact : Y/n <3

He smiled at the little heart , texting you

- Goodnight pretty girl . Don’t forget you promised me a date ;)

a few seconds passed before you replied

- don’t worry il predestinato , I’m a woman of my word

The whole drive back to the restaurant , Charles was a smiling mess , only thing in his mind was what he’ll do for your guy’s date.

Going back to his table, Pierre greeted him “where were you mate ?”

The monegasque turned to his friend “Just went for a walk on the beach”

The french man grinned “Aha , and that kiss stain was given to you by a mermaid ?” pierre teased , pointing to the red mark on his cheek .

“What ?” Charles pulled his phone out before seeing a small red lip stain on his cheek. Softly laughing , he snapped a picture and sent it to you .

- Thank you very much for this little souvenir Y/n

- you are welcome mr. Leclerc.

Putting his phone back into his pants , he was met with 5 pairs of eyes starring at him .

“Care to share with the group?” Carlos smirked

“No thank you” Charles quickly replied , taking a sip of his beer .

“Oh come on mate , tell us the details” Daniel urged.

“Was she pretty ?” Lando quipped.

“Yeah Charles , was she ?” Max added.

Charles took another swing of his beer. He was far too sober for this conversation.

Buck and his “I’m in love with my best friend” smile throughout season 5

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