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f1letters' fic recommendations list

drivers: mv1, dr3, ln4, sv5, pg10, cl16, ls18, aa23, eo31, lh44, ms47, cs55, gr63

✨ SURPRISE! ✨ as an early Christmas gift for all of you, and since I will be continuing the 'midnights' series during the holiday season as well, I decided to make a small list with some of my all-time favourite stories!

I tried to include a variety of different drivers to the best of my ability, which was harder than I thought it would be, since some drivers don't have a lot of stories available (every single person writes for alex, lance or esteban deserves a giant smooch from me, I swear), or I don't read them as much. for other ones, I have like 20+ stories saved so it was really hard to stick to only a few! haha

anyways, I hope you enjoy this little present from me and I encourage you guys to check out all of these amazing and talented writers!

happy holidays to all of you lovely people! 💜 - cat

max verstappen | mv1

'long time lovers' || @libraryofloveletters

'little verstappen' || @micks-afterglow

'traitor' || @micks-afterglow

'dog days' || @tierneysodegaard || 13 parts

'our dirty little secret' || @timetoracewrites || 2 parts

daniel ricciardo | dr3

'stargazing' || @art-outlaw || 28 parts

'memories hold me hostage' || @libraryofloveletters || 2 parts

'you abandoned me' || @lovingperfectionsblog || 2 parts

'sweet boy' || @unluckyhoneybee

'twin flame' || @vinvantae || 26 parts

lando norris | ln4

'breaking the rules' || @f1goat || 7 parts

'mini norris' !! @unluckyhoneybee || 2 parts

sebastian vettel | sv5

'after all this time' || @kates-dirty-sister

'chapters from an old book' || @libraryofloveletters

'thin walls' || @tierneysodegaard

pierre gasly | pg10

'pillow' || @illicitlimerence-writes || 4 parts

'one true love' || @mytinycrazymind

'secret' || @mytinycrazymind

'fake it till you make it' || @smoooothoperator || 6 parts

charles leclerc | cl16

'a moment in time' || @hey-kae || 2 parts

'babies and bahrain' || @illicitlimerence-writes

'little enzo' || @mytinycrazymind || 2 parts

'maybe summer doesn't have to end' || @rebelwrites || 11 parts

'the real deal' || @rebelwrites

lance stroll | ls18

'sugar plum' || @libraryofloveletters || 2 parts

'summer lovin' || @libraryofloveletters

'yule shoot your eye out' || @lovelytsunoda

'the second one' || @unluckyhoneybee

alex albon | aa23

'made in the a.m' || @lovelytsunoda

esteban ocon | eo31

'hot n cold' || @lovelytsunoda

'be my date' || @timetoracewrites || 2 parts

lewis hamilton | lh44

'love you from the sidelines' || @libraryofloveletters

'old flame' || @lostinlewis || 5 parts

'what you can't have' || @luvth0t

mick schumacher | ms47

'dress' || @daydreamingleclerc

'lost in japan' || @illicitlimerence-writes

'romeo & juliet' || @illicitlimerence-writes

'see you later' || @illicitlimerence-writes

'sparkling' || @illicitlimerence-writes

carlos sainz | cs55

'in this lifetime or another' || @libraryofloveletters

'cockblock' || @micks-afterglow

'nothing happened' || @timetoracewrites

george russell | gr63

'never really over' || @charlewiss-writes

'who you belong to' || @russellsppttemplates

multiple drivers

'bad omens' || @micks-afterglow || cl16 x pg10

'moth to a flame' || @micks-afterglow || cs55 x cl16 || 2 parts

'all too well' || @allisonxf1 || lh44 x pg10

'are you happy now?' || @oyesmendes || pg 10 x gr63 || 3 parts

PS: if you want, feel free to leave your recommendations in the comments and/or message me! i'm always looking for new fics to read and I'd love to know your favourites! 💜

allisonxf1′s masterlist <3

welcome! 

here to seek shelter? stay as long as you’d like!

CARLOS SAINZ

this yours? 

p1 - p2

summary: the one where you get dragged to your older brothers golf tournament and end up drooling over a another player. only problem? he’s your best friends brother.

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the one

summary: the one where you’re dating carlos sainz jr, whilst being the youngest of the leclerc family and hiding the relationship from your brothers. mission unsucessful.

CHARLES LECLERC

you and i, forever

satellite (p2)

summary: the one where you and charles navigate his high-end career while trying to stay loyal with eachother from a long distance. which proves to be harder for one certain party.

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je t’aime

summary: the one where charles and you attend the celebratory dinner after him winning the 2023 championship, which leads to a man on one knee and you crying whilst his family cheers in the background.

ARTHUR LECLERC

coming soon <3

MAX VERSTAPPEN

coming soon <3

MICK SHUMACHER

coming soon <3

LANDO NORRIS

coming soon <3

DANIEL RICCIARDO 

coming soon <3

LEWIS HAMILTON 

all too well (ft. pierre gasly)

summary: the one where pierre gasly doesn’t realize what he’s lost until she’s gone and in the arms of a certain british world champion.

GEORGE RUSSELL

coming soon <3

SEBASTIAN VETTEL 

coming soon <3 

LANCE STROLL

coming soon <3

 ALEX ALBON

coming soon <3

PIERRE GASLY  

coming soon <3

Hey can you do one for Pierre gasly where you guys fight and reader packs her bags and leave (maybe take flight to her home country since she is from somewhere else). Pierre later regrets the fight and try to find you. Only to find out you left to you home county. So he also takes a plane there to apologize to you. Fluffy ending

uhm i did do it but it turned into a lewis fic im sorry 😭

you can read it here

satellite | charles leclerc

<3 briefly based on satellite by hs :)

SUMMARY: the one where charles tries to stay away after your falling out.

WARNING: angsty angst, swearing, drunk stuff, fluff, jealousy, and overprotective-ness (dickhead charles and ASSHOLE LANDO ladies and gents)

PAIRING: charles leclerc x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.1k - somewhere in the thousands     

A/N: the first part was supposed to be just a one shot but people asked for a p2 so here! and i didn’t proof read lemme know if there are any mistakes

tags: @sheslikeacurse @dan3avacado @miinqrii @honethatty12 @pleasedontfollowimlost

(just the people who asked for p2 i can definitely make a permanent taglist just let me know! enjoy <3)

PART 1

It had been a few months since that night.

Five months to be exact.

Since then you had gotten over it. Over him. 

Which is what you told everyone despite the fact that you knew it wasn’t true. He crushed you. Your life came crumbling down on you in that club. And somehow he moved on particularly quickly. By Abu Dhabi his smile was back on his face, and a new girl on his arm. 

And she made your blood boil.

With her perfect self. Perfect hair. Perfect everything.

And what sucked even more than Charles moving on with lightning speed?

The fact that she was truly perfect. She was a literal angel. She was an elementary school teacher close to Charles’s Monaco apartment. And their supposed meeting made you want to gouge your own eyes out when thinking about it. They had met whilst Charles was babysitting for a friend of his, the couple being absolutely knackered from taking care of their trio of terror that Charles was kind enough to offer to take their eldest, Brina, to school. 

And when he came back to pick her up he was met with a crying Brina sitting in her lap. Her being Elena. Elena Seour. A 23 year old French woman, with brown hair and gorgeous dark brown eyes. 

How ironic. She was quite literally Y/n L/n 2.0! But not that the similarities ever resonated with you.

It was hard. Smiling to everyone, nodding, 

“Yeah it’s been a while, I’m okay.” 

“I’ve been doing great! Focusing more on work, I’m good.” 

“It’s been a while since I talked to him but yeah, overall life’s fine, I’m great.”

I’m okay. I’m good. I’m great.

Somehow those words always tasted bitter in your mouth. You always hoped that bitterness would fade away. But it had been so long, and there it was. A reminder, that you were anything but fine. 

You were walking through the streets of Monaco. 

Everything was calling out to you. The small city was bustling and bubbling on the Friday afternoon. The sun was dipping behind the crystal waters to your right as you continued your brisk walk. The taste was gone, you couldn’t be more happy, a weight of your shoulders.

You had your headphones in and were listening to music. It was calming. For the first time, in a long time, you felt at ease, peaceful. But of course that was disrupted as your best friend Spotify decided to blast ‘Kiwi’ by Harry. Which would’ve been fine despite the fact that you were in a more relaxed mood. Which prompted you to open up your phone and scroll through your thousands of playlists. 

Your hand hovered over one playlist.

‘CHAR AND Y/N/N <3′

There it was, that bitter taste.

For some stupid reason you clicked on it. But honestly, you were surprised. Not by the silly music taste comprising of ABBA, Coldplay, Harry Styles, Zayn, Kendrick and Taylor Swift to a bunch of French artists you had no clue about. But by the fact that it did nothing. Your eyes weren’t tearing up, your heartbeat the same, everything the same.

And that comforted you. You were getting better. 

But you weren’t so sure if you wanted to listen to the playlist and fall off the idea of getting better and into the dark abyss that was Charles. 

Charles Leclerc.

His smile, laugh, hair, horrifying fashion taste-

No! No, no, no. Not happening.

Your stomachs rumbling brought you back to the present day as you got out of the playlist and decided on Zayn’s “Mind of Mine” album. You continued to walk as you searched up near-by restaurants which were still open. And there it was. The echoing laughter of the gods above as the only open restaurant was-

Of course, how surprising! And not only was that annoying but the fact that the two of you had your birthday there not even six months ago felt like a slap in the face. 

Toujours. Forever.

It’s just a restaurant. It’s not like you’re going to his apartment and knocking on the door or anything Y/n. Calm the fuck down. 

You reassured yourself as you turned around and made your way to the place.

What you hadn’t prepared yourself for was the fact that you had entirely forgotten the fact that not only had Toujours been your favourite restaurant in the city but also a certain Monegasque’s.

So it was entirely shocking when you walked in and spotted the Ferrari driver through the glass sliding doors in the back. He looked gorgeous as always. The golden hour light did nothing to deter you from looking at him, it drew you in. He was wearing a white dress shirt with black pants, his blazer no where to be seen. He was reading a magazine, whilst holding onto a glass of what you assumed was alcohol but from where you were you couldn’t tell.

What did shock you was when Elena returned to the seat in front of him. His jacket draped over her shoulders, with a wide smile on her face.

The warm smile of hers was not reciprocated. 

Which piqued your interest.

The hostess returned, “We have a table ready for you Miss! Follow me.” You nodded and smiled before following her along. 

You wondered how it would be like to die by glass. Just a shard of glass to eye. Or the neck. Or the head. Each one of those options seems more friendly as you listened to Elena drone on and on and on and-

You get the idea.

Of course the only available table was next to them. 

You were sitting with your back to Charles as was he. You thanked god that he was fixing his cuff whilst you were seated. You were nowhere near ready to talk to him. Being so close in proximity to him already had your heart beating out of your chest, ready to leap and run. God you wished you could run.

But your protestant stomach thought the opposite.

Your nose scrunched in disgust as the waitress walked past with white wine. God you hated white wine. So you were even more disgusted when the glass was placed in front of Charles, to which he grabbed it and downed the entire glass. He also hated white wine, whilst Lando loved it. Which always resulted in you and Charles ganging up on him while teasing him.

“I swear to god it’s not even that bad for fucks sake Charles!”

Maybe he had a bad race week? You hadn’t been especially paying attention to Formula One since the split, only every focusing on Lando and Daniel the few times you did pay attention in the week. 

Your eyes flicked up as the waitress walked to your table with your order. God had you missed the food here. You were having a cheat day. Which Charles obviously took a bit too literally a few months ago.

So when she placed the Pizza Margherita on your table you had to refrain from kissing her out of gratefulness. The smell was intoxicating. You had also ordered Garlic bread and Mozzarella sticks. 

“Miss?”

“Hm?” 

“I said there’s an open table inside if you’d like. I can bring this all in.”

You nodded profusely. Anything to get away from Miss Chatty behind you. You took it all back. She wasn’t perfect, she was eager. Way to eager. She hung onto every word of Charles as if he was a god. Which he is but still. She was far to kind, to optimistic all the time. And god was she whiny.

“Charles you’re going to be gone for so long.”

“Charles I’m going to be so lonely.”

“I want you home please.”

She would never shut up. And she also didn’t grasp the concept that Charles was a Formula One driver. Him being busy is the first thing you have to come to terms with in order to be in a relationship with him. And you knew how much Charles hated whining. Well only a certain type of whining. By the way his muscles were tensed which was very appealing to see, you could tell he was at his breaking point. Charles had always hated being away from you, as did you hate being away from him. But you understood. The amount of effort, sacrifice and most of all time that he had put into his career. And you were always supportive, no matter what. However Elena seemed to cling onto him. She quite literally was acting like the children she cared for. Pouting her lips whilst begging him to stay with her.

“It’s just one race, why can’t you stay?”

Is this bitch for real?

The quiet music was soothing as you ate. But you couldn’t help but glance over at the couple outside ever so often. Once you were finished with quite literally all of your food safe to say you were ready to fall into a coma. Food coma that is.

And as you were gathering your belongings to leave, shouting from outside had caught your attention. 

“You always put it over me! Everything over me! Your team, career, Carlos, Lando, Arthur everyone!” 

“Ma carrière est tout! C'est comme ça que je paie ton appartement. Vos vêtements. Ta voiture. Je te donne tout ce que tu veux ! Tout le temps! Je n'ai même pas fêté la deuxième victoire de Carlos à cause de toi ! Tu m'entraînes loin de ma vie et tu m'enfermes comme si tu me possédais. God I do everything for you. Is it not enough?” 

My career is everything! It’s how I pay for your apartment. Your clothes. Your car. I give you everything you want! All the time! I didn’t even celebrate Carlos’s second win because of you! You drag me away from my life and lock me up like you fucking own me. 

“I told you to not speak in languages I don’t fucking know! I don’t give a shit about the money okay? I want you! But you don’t want me. I know it. Don’t even try to deny it okay? I see the way you look at her. When she walks by with Lando in the paddock, god you don’t even try to hide it.”

“How the hell is this about Y/n now-”

“It always is! You love her not me. You never have. You liked the idea of being with me, to get over her. It’s all about her!”

“Tu es fou.” You’re fucking crazy.

The unmistakable sound of a hand striking his face.

“I’m not stupid, I know that much French asshole.”

A teary eyed girl ran past you and you thanked god she didn’t look your way.

 Charles was sitting down again. His head in his hands. And you found yourself glossy eyed. He looked miserable. He took his head out of his hands and leaned his back, looking up at the sky.

Charles found himself thinking of you. Where were you? 

And how the hell did he get here. 

The second month he had resorted to a jab or two.

God if he could take it all back he would.

And that’s how he found himself in a bar at 2 am in the morning with Pierre, Lando and Max all around him, drunk too. Him and Lando were still iffy. Lando gave him a piece of his mind almost every day he saw the man on track after the breakup for the first month. 

The third was hateful death stares from across the paddock. 

The fourth resulted in awkward small take.

The fifth had them in an okay spot. Ever since Lando had learnt of Y/n being better in general seeing her smile return had him over the moon. Even if he was still annoyed at Charles seeing the wreck that he was had him sympathetic. 

“I don’t even- I’m not even sad over Elena. I-is that fucked?” 

“Slightly mate, but overall even after dating her you saw her about a week each month so it wasn’t t-that big of a relationship so it’s okay. You’ll be over it soon.” Lando consoled the driver.

And that had Lando and Pierre totally sober. 

“I just want my Y/n.”

After months of Charles being with Elena and re-assuring his friends and family that he was okay with out her, he was back in square one?

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me man.” Pierre sighed. 

“What?” Charles asked as he raised his head from his arms on the table only to be ushered back to his original position. 

“Shh Charlie. Ce n'est rien, rendors-toi d'accord?”

Nothing. Go back to sleep ok?

You had been twirling the umbrella in your Virgin Cocktail for the past five minutes. The club wasn’t really your scene, hasn’t been since that night. You were bored out of your mind and had no idea what to do. Seeing Charles so, broken? Exhausted? You had no thoughts to describe it. 

After a few drunken protests he was asleep. Lando and Pierre sighed in relief. 

It just hurt. You hated seeing him so down, always have.

So when your turned to inspect your surroundings and saw Charles laid across a booth to your right with Pierre and Lando slowly getting out of the booth to go to the bathroom you had to hold your head. How the hell had you run into him twice already?

And all of a sudden you were sitting by his head, and your hand brushing the hair out of his face.

“Y/n?” Pierre questioned.

“Pierre!” You smiled as you got up and wrapped him in a hug, Lando joining shortly afterwards. “What’re you doing next to Charles?” And all of a sudden your shoes became extremely interesting as you gazed at them. “I- I was just- Fuck I have no clue. I just, I miss him.”

“Y/n, as one of Charles’s best mate, I have to say that he misses you. Too much. Honestly? I think he’s still mentally at that club. Replaying it over and over. How he could’ve handled it better. Why he did what he did. He’s beating himself up over everything. Elena was just a distraction and he doesn’t even realize he’s still on you half the time. Elena looks exactly like you, brown hair and eyes, short and so on. He needs closure which I don’t think he ever got, neither did you. I loved the two of you together even if you guys were so sickeningly sweet it made me regret ever being against the two of you. But as your best friend? Since we were kids?”

Whatever he was about to say was going to hurt and you knew it.

“If you take him back I will never forgive you.” 

You never thought anything could ever rival how you felt that night but Lando always proved you wrong.

“How could you say that!” You shouted.

“He hurt you! He fucking hurt you bad. I was there for you! I held you when you cried, I dragged you of bed when you threatened to punch me in the face if I even took the covers off of you. When you teared up when finding his sweatshirt I threw it away! I will not let you go back to him if you don’t know for sure how he won’t cheat again. I can not, I will not let it happen again. Y/n you deserve so much more that some cunt who cheats.” Lando rambled on.

“I appreciate you Lando you know that. I love you, you have always been there for me no matter what. But if I want to get back with Charles that would be my choice. I am not a child, you cannot boss me around or make decisions about my life. Yes he hurt and I will forever be grateful to have had you there to get me through everything but Charles is not an idiot. If we did get back together there is no way in hell would he cheat again and I know it. I know Charles in ways that you will never.”

“You obviously didn’t know him well enough since he cheated on you. And you’re fucking going back to him like a fucking idiotic girl.”

Smack.

“How dare you. Fucking using my shit? My past against me? I don’t give a single shit if you don’t want me with Charles I am a grown fucking woman and I will do as I please. When you’ve finally got your head screwed on straight come talk to me like a normal fucking friend would, otherwise?” You looked him in his eyes.

Somehow you again ended up on a balcony for fresh air. “Y/n.” “Fuck off Lando.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me.”

“Y/n.”

Your head shot up as you turned around. Charles was standing there, and you couldn’t stop yourself from hugging him as tight as possible. 

“I missed you. I missed you so fucking much it hurt.”

“I missed you too. I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry for everything ma chérie.” 

He held your face with his hands on each cheek before resting his forehead with yours. “I missed you. These past few months have been fucking awful. God not even racing made me feel better. You have no clue how much I regret everything that happened that day. I felt so stupid, kissing some random girl when I had the most beautiful girl already. I have no clue why I did it, being drunk is no excuse. You never ever deserved any of the shit I put you through. You were always patient with me and I will be patient with you.”

You looked up into his eyes. God you missed his eyes.

“Je serai patient, je t'attendrai mon cœur.”

I will be patient, I will wait for you my heart. 

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Did you just quote Harry Styles?”

“Don’t wait. I’m here, right here spinning out waiting for you.”

“Of course. He’s my husband y’know?”

“Oh really? So do I have to fight this guy to get to you ma chérie?”

“Of course! Good luck Char, he’s really hot.” 

“Is he now?” He laughed as he tickled your sides whilst you swatted his arms and tried to wriggle away to safety.

“Mon ange please!” You cried.

His heart was intact again. 

The nickname had sirens going off in his head, leaving him wondering if this was even real. Did he seriously have you back again? He did. 

And he would love you forever, always waiting for you.

Round and round.

Satellite.

charles leclerc x actress!reader insta au

(this is my first bare with me)

GUESS WHOS BIRTHDAY IT IS??

ME BABY!! 🥳so heres a lil bday post 😘❤

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yourusername honeymoon things 🥳

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charles_leclerc the best day of my life, i cannot wait to start the rest of my life with you my darling ❤

yourusername cant wait for the rest of our lives, i love you mon amour 😘

zendaya you two make me sick, best wishes x

yourusername @tomholland2013 wheres the ring at??

tomdaya_2 STOP IT OMG YES TOMDAYA WEDDING BABY!!!!

tomholland2013 ive got it right here just waiting for the word y/n/n

danielricciardo you two little lovebirds sure know how to keep people up at night, poor headboard of yours 😔

pierregasly and why were you listening 🧐

danielricciardo pretty hard not to with the screa-

yourusername STOP SAYING THESE THINGS IN MY COMMENT SECTION 🔪🔪

f1gossip 📸📸

scuderiaferrari Congratulations to our favourite couple ❤

carlossainz55 now whats that supposed to mean 🙄

mercedesamgf1 You're one of our favourites Carlos! Congratulations Charles and Y/n we wish you the best.

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charles_leclerc I've always imagined this day ever since I met you. I love you so much and I cannot wait for what the future has for us.

Je t'aime mi amor ❤

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yourusername the future's bright charlie ❤

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charles_leclerc it always is with you.

sydneysweeney my favourite couple, im sorry i couldnt be there bae x

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charles_leclerc excuse me 🧐🤨

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lew44love NO I WOULD NEVER

isahernaez do i get to report on this amazing wedding??

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scuderiaferrari Good luck Charlie!

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landonorris me, i want carlos back 😩

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carlando554 BRO WHAT OMG

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landonorris @maxfewtrell im gonna kill you

maxfewtrell best wishes to the happy couple! 😊

georgerussell Mate that was an amazing wedding, although you could take some dance classes 😉

charles_leclerc my wife says im an excellent dancer thank you very much

georgerussell Well of course she's gonna say you are!

mercedeslove stop using capitals @georgerussell @lewishamilton

lewishamilton Never.

yourusername "Wife" I like the sound of that ❤

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You and I, Forever.  - C.L

the one where you and charles navigate his high-end career while trying to stay loyal with eachother from a long distance. which proves to be harder for one certain party.

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!actress!reader, f1 drivers x fem!reader

word count: 4.6k

warnings: ANGST, LIKE HARDCORE ANGST, CRYING, YELLING, SWEARING, CHEATING, DRINKING, ASSHOLE CHARLES

PART 2

It was Heaven on Earth.

Waking up and being able to turn your head to your left, (the right was your side always has been) and seeing his face. Sleeping peacefully, stress-free. These were the few moments of relaxation and quiet the two of you got in your busy lives. The slow mornings in Monaco kept you sane in the day.

And you savoured them, every day. 

You and Charles had been together since as long as you could remember.

Well that may not be entirely accurate but that’s how you felt.

The two of you had been introduced to each other at Lando’s birthday party. You had been best friends with Lando since the day you shouted in his face at the go-kart track at the age of 6 for kicking your tires, which, according to him, had been entirely accidental. Which of course didn’t rest well with you as you continued to berate him about being rude. And when instead of shouting back he broke down in tears and apologized profusely you couldn’t help but apologise.

The rest of the day you spent clung to eachother’s side after a long period of back and forth apologies and hugs. From that day forward you too had been inseparable or however the cliché goes. And when you had ran to his home at the age of 13 with the biggest smile on your face and rambled on about how you had landed a role in the Marvel Cinematic Universe as Nick Fury’s niece who ended up with powers - he was your number one supporter. Every night he would call you no matter the time zone. He read lines with you, everything. 

And at the age of 17 when your character, Emery, died during Winter Soldier he was there to console you. He helped you get on your feet and continue to audition for roles. Which resulted in you landing multiple roles, including American Horror Story, Peaky Blinders as well as The Fantastic Beasts Trilogy which resulted in the two of you fangirling over Harry Potter. You were all ways there for each other. But over the years with both of your growing success and blossoming careers your relationship strained over time. 

So when you received the invitation in your email last year while sitting around on the set of Outer Banks you lunged at the idea of seeing your ‘Little Lando.’ as you liked to call him even when he threatened to run you over with his very own Formula One car.

Which was how you ended up at his 21st Birthday in Brazil, Rio. There the two of you spent practically the entire night catching up with each-other and eachother's lives. Minutes turned to hours in the span of seconds in your head. It was only when Carlos, Daniel and Luisnha (I miss you come back) made their way towards the two of you with the other guests in tow did you realize how long the two of you had spent together. 

“Happy Birthday Little Lando!” You beamed as everyone else laughed at the nick-name, which Lando was very much not. 

“Oh shut it.”

As he blew out the candles and everyone cheered you realized there was no knife, utensils or plates to eat with. And when you offered you were met with Daniels laugh and “We’ll eat with our hands, caveman style!”

Which was met with protests by every girl in attendance. And surprisingly Pierre. “What? I don’t want to get my outfit dirty.” 

As you left you could hear the teasing remarks thrown towards Pierre, which brought a smile on your face. The party was smaller than what you’d expect, but mostly due to the fact Lando had thrown a huge party the night before which also explained the fact that no one was drinking since everyone was probably still 75% tequila at the time. And you liked this. The music wasn’t too loud, the DJ, well there was no DJ.

There was the cheap knock-off DJ Lando instead. 

Lando claimed the reasoning for not having a DJ being that “I want this to be small, fun. And some rando mashing music and pumping his fist in the air is not what I want.” But everyone knew he wanted to be the DJ, not because they asked but by the fact that no normal non-DJ had huge 5 foot speakers and thousands of dollars of equipment just laying around. 

As you opened up cabinets collecting everything you heard a cabinet behind you open. “Guess we both had the idea for collecting plates and all huh?” He had spoken as you turned to be met with a joyful Charles gripping onto 10 or so plates with utensils stuffed in his pockets. Which was a great sight, according to you and the fact that it took every bone in your body to not just start bursting out with laughter at the sight in front of you.

“I guess we did!”

“What’s that Western saying? Great people think the same?”

You giggled as you smiled back, “Something like that.”

After the cake cutting and all the rest of the night was spent laughing, dancing and skinny dipping. In that order. All night. Only the drivers and their girlfriends stayed back since most of them were staying in Rio for the race but the rest of his friends were returning back home in the next day or two. So after a few tearful goodbyes (mostly because of the alcohol as well as the fact that it would most likely be a while until they were all together again) the rest of you were knocked out. The yacht was more than big enough to accommodate all 20 or so of you. 

Originally, Lily, Carmen and you were going to sleep together but the two of them ended up passed out in bedrooms with their boyfriends. Lando and Luis were together, somewhere, Isa and Carlos and so on. And since someone up there had it out for you, Charles and you ended up sharing. Which you were now eternally grateful for since that resulted in drunken thoughts and late night talking. 

(harry styles reference there 😏)

In the morning the pair of you had to explain to Carlos, Daniel, Max and Pierre (which is seriously the worst quartet to find the two of you) how you ended up with your dress hanging on for life whilst draped over the window sill which lead to a very watery grave if it was windy but thankfully the deck was below. And not only that but how your bra ended up falling on Lando’s face as he was calling the two of you the night prior to let you know that Luishna and himself were sleeping on the hammock. And (yes there’s somehow more) how your thong ended up stuffed in the back pocket of Charles’s jeans, which were fully displayed on the floor. 

And if that was bad, Lando’s reaction made theirs's seem like they welcomed the two of you as a couple with open arms. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? Charles, my best friend! You fucked my best friend on my birthday! While I was 5 feet away? And you. Didn’t think I forgot about you Y/n did you? Why the hell would you do that to me? One of my best mates. What is wrong with the two of you?” 

After that bombshell it took quite literally everyone else on the yacht besides Charles and yourself to calm him down. After he did it took you about three hours after those 2 hours of cool down time to explain to him that it was perfectly normal for people to hook up, but it wasn’t exactly like that with the two of you. You told him how you and Charles talked. For hours after everyone went to bed. About every and anything. Pain. Love. Family.

You were yearning to learn anything you could about him and he was the same.

You had never felt this way before. You’d heard about him before, and like everyone else who had any clue about Formula One as well as the Charles Leclerc you wanted to know more. And you learnt so much more.

From his favourite food to his best friends to his biggest regrets and so on. You told him everything too, from your favourite food, to friends to regrets. You felt at ease with him. His eyes calmed you in a way you had never known. The feeling of lying your head on his chest and listening to him laugh thrilled you. 

Even if it took a few blank stares and a bit of awkward silences for the rest of the day Lando eventually came around to the idea of the two of you together.

“Mon amour? Es-tu debout?”

Are you up?

“Mm-hm.”

“Good.”

“Nous devons nous préparer. Je dois aller travailler et toi aussi.”

We have to get ready, I have work and so do you.

“Je sais, donne-moi juste une minute pour te regarder dans le soleil.“

I know, just give me a minute to look at you in the sun.

“Charles!” 

“Mon ange tu es absolument magnifique pouvez-vous me reprocher de vouloir regarder?”

 Mon ange you look absolutely gorgeous, can you blame for wanting to stare?

“You’ve been staring at me every morning for the past 2 years get over it.” You giggled as you made an attempt to get up, which was foiled as he pulled you back into bed, snuggling his nose into your neck. 

“First of all our 2 year anniversary is actually in 9 days. It’s only the fourth of November. Secondly, Je ne t'oublierai jamais mon amour. Jamais.”

I’ll never get over you my love. Never. 

“You’re cheesy. Now get up and get dressed babe.” You said as you kissed him on the cheek and made your way to the bathroom. 

You were dressed, showered and clean. 

Charles had just stumbled into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He threw on a hoodie and sweats, grabbed his bag, slipped his shoes on and was sitting on the bed scrolling on Instagram. 

You were putting on mascara when he came behind you and slung his arms around your neck per usual as he rested his head on yours. 

“God you’re gorgeous.” He gushed. “Thank you monsieur.”  - Mister.

“Mister? Oh so I’m mister now huh?” He said as he grinned before tickling your sides.

“Oh! O-okay I’m sorry! Charles- Ah!” You couldn’t stop laughing as you swatted his arms with your hairbrush before he finally stopped. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But at least you learnt your lesson right?” He smiled before getting slapped on the back of his head, “Merde! Ow.” - Shit

“C’mere.” You said as you kissed his cheek. “Seriously? You didn’t even brush your hair.” You spoke disappointed in him. Bracing your hairbrush you softly pushed him back to sit on the countertop before brushing it out. 

These were the moments you cherished. The sweet ones. The ones in which nothing mattered besides the man standing in front of you with the stupid grin on his face as he made inappropriate jokes after being told to fuck himself to which he combatted with “Why fuck my self? Especially when you can fuck m-”

After a few more minutes of messing around and scolding your boyfriend for purposefully messing up his hair again You finally ended up in the car and off to your respective destinations. You were in Maranello for a movie shoot and Charles was here to work as well, but it was your last day in Maranello as now, ironically enough you were off to Mexico for the film. You had tried to get the production team to move the dates around and film in Mexico first so that you could support Charles but that didn’t go anywhere. 

He dropped you off at the airport but not before embarrassing you as you were waiting to grab a coffee as he shouted across the security check-in in Italian, “Ti amo così tanto mia colomba. Sei fantastica e la migliore ragazza che potrei chiedere. Buona fortuna al lavoro!”

I love you so much my dove. You are amazing and the best girlfriend I could ask for. Good luck at work!

Which would have been fine despite the fact that he didn’t say it in his own language, French, he spoke in Italian. While in the middle of an Italian Airport. Which (Lucky you) had Italian fans of Ferrari as well as yours around who had to film it. Now you were lying, it wasn’t that embarrassing, you admired his love for you, it just would’ve been better in private.

But then again how could Charles upset you?

After the exhausting 13 hour flight as well as hour spent on the plane waiting for the Jetway to be attached to the plane after difficulties beforehand and then the 2 hours it took for baggage claim and security?

Safe to say you were done for the day. 

On the way back you couldn’t help but grin. Your interaction a the airport with Charles had gone viral, Tiktok, Instagram everything. The comments made your heart swell and even on Twitter the two of you were trending. 

You even reposted the interaction from a fan of yours and tagged Charles. Seeing your fans being so civil with each other made you happy. At first the two of you were about 2 months into the relationship and had no clue how your fans would take it. Especially the more, uhm, passionate, (crazy) ones you could say.

The next couple of days were a blur, Wake up at 4:30 am. 

Out of the house by 5 am, 3-4 hour to two hour long breaks and lunch breaks.

Work until 11:00 pm. 

It was a tedious process but being surrounded with so many great people and friends made it all better. 

13th November, Lando’s Birthday. 

Also Charles and your 2 Year Anniversary.

You were depressed the entire day. The set was currently closed due to a Covid scare from a Crew Member which resulted in the delay of production for over 2 weeks. Which was okay with you, but you told you couldn’t travel until the Crew Member tested negative which was what you were told yesterday. And the crew member, Emery, had texted you saying she was negative, encouraging you to fly to Charles to support him. 

And after a few discussions with your own team and other actors who were apparently flying back to their family for Thanksgiving, which you didn’t celebrate since you were British. And again after debating with your team and doing a bit of research yourself of price tickets for flights you decided to treat yourself with a private jet instead.

 If your boyfriend has a jet and he offers it, what are you supposed to say? 

No?

Hell no. Or uh, hell yes! You boarded on Tuesday night around 11:00 pm since you had called Arthur to have the plane brought over only about 20 hours before. So on short notice a night time flight was the best idea.

You arrived at the hotel Charles was staying at around 9 in the morning. Charles was already gone and you decided to settle in then. You unpacked your overnight bag as you found it unnecessary to pack a lot if you were returning a few days later. Plus you could always buy more clothes if needed.

Security escorted you to the grid as you tried to draw the least amount of attention and Eleven bodyguards weren’t exactly the best way to stay out of the spotlight. So you resorted to only 2 bodyguards, both women, both dressed in merch, same as you. You came through the fan area rather than drivers/workers. And once you had made it through Charles’s PR manager directed you to hospitality and to Carlos’s driver room where you stayed for the race. 

You were planning on surprising him at the race but seeing your boyfriend on top of the podium and having champagne sprayed on him from multiple directions had you dying on the inside because of how fucking gorgeous he looked. So you opted for surprising him at the party instead.

It was around 5:23 pm and Charles went straight from the track to his hotel room whilst you were still at the paddock, waiting for Isa so the two of you could go out for a very late lunch, and by ‘out’ you meant the Williams Hospitality since Lily was there and Alex had an amazing P6 finish, so all of you were in great moods. A bit of calm before the storm. The storm being the absolute insanity of  Celebration Parties. 

“I still don’t get why you didn’t go out there. If Carlos was on the podium look like a fucking Greek, or in the boys’ case, Monegasque and Spanish Gods? I would’ve probably jumped on Carlos in front of everyone.” Isa joked as you smiled. “You kinda did. You forgetting this was a 1-2 finish or something?”

“Oops, guess I forgot.” “How could you forget? I certainly didn’t, I still remember all the things you promised to do to m-” Isa slapped Carlos’s arm, “Carlos! Jesus shut it!” Isa blushed as she buried her head in her hands. 

“Ai, I’m kidding mi amor.” Carlos sweetly smiled as he kissed her forehead. “The party has already started. Everyone’s making their way over to Le Ana’s Pub, Club whatever. Want us to give you a ride? We might be a little late since I need to change and Isa wants to as well.” You nodded, wanting to change from the jeans and white corset top which to be honest was starting to constrict your airways. 

The pair of them got into their car and pulled around to the private exit in order to avoid anyone noticing you were present. By the time you pulled in, changed and were all ready it was around 8. All three of you decided to take showers and Carlos and Isa might have started to fool around a bit.

Early celebrations meant for late nights.

It took your trio over 35 minutes to get Le Ana. Yes it was 20 minutes away but Carlos was already slightly tipsy and so was Isa. The two of them coincidentally forgot their wallets/purses about 10 minutes in. And then the two of them needed McDonalds even though you told them they could get food at the club instead. 

You felt amazing. 

You were wearing a gorgeous Ferrari red bodycon dress which looked amazing too. 

So imagine how you felt when you walked in shortly behind Carlos and Isa after trying to explain to Valet that the red Ferrari was in fact yours but since he was a stupid 50 year old man who refused to believe in a women being able to afford such a car you decided to park yourself. And after talking to the word ‘headache’ personified you caught a glimpse of your boyfriend, quite literally glowing under the flashing lights in Champagne, with the biggest grin on his face whilst brushing strands of hair behind an insanely beautiful woman’s ear. 

You felt like scratching your dress off. The air in the room was apparently non-existent since you couldn’t grasp the concept of breathing. Your chest was closing in on your heart, clawing at it, attacking her. 

Just as Charles was attacking the neck of the woman on his lap. His hands hastily making their way up her thigh, as if time was running out for him. As if someone was holding a stopwatch, timing his swift actions.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you swatted it away immediately. Letters were trying to form in your head as whoever was with you had words spewing out of their mouth like a fountain. Although, you were quite content with the idea of letting those words, that fountain drown you then and there. 

But of course someone was again laughing at you from up there. Your life literally seemed like a movie. A novella. Just as the couple got settled, BOOM! Curveball. Right now you felt like banging your head against a curb instead.

“Y/n!” 

You finally let the words sink in.

“Are you okay? Took you a while to get here, no?” 

Turning to your right you were met with a smiling Pierre. He himself had reasons to be happy. He somehow managed to finish P3. Max and Lewis had managed to take themselves out at turn 3, along the way Daniel locked up, causing his collision with barriers at a very unlucky time as Lando was coming speeding round and managed to also get caught up in the pile up. This gave the best of the rest a chance to snag some very pretty points up. 

“Y/n/n? What is i-” Pierre’s jaw was most likely broken at the speed it dropped open. “Oh that little fucker!” Those words managed to bring you back to reality as you watched Pierre walk over to Charles, and you sure as hell didn’t miss how his hands were now in fists. 

You ran after him of course, but didn’t catch up in time as when you got there the woman your boyfriend was with was now standing to the side, eyes glossy and her hands clapped over her mouth. A crowd was beginning to draw in as Pierre yelled at his best friend.

 “Vous plaisantez j'espère? Es-tu tellement ivre que tu ne réalises pas que cette salope n'est pas ta petite amie? Putain, réponds-moi! Je me fiche que tu sois ma meilleure amie, elle est aussi ma meilleure amie. Je jure devant Dieu que je vais te botter le cul Charles!”

Are you kidding me? Are you so drunk you don't realize that bitch isn’t your girlfriend? Fucking hell answer me! I don't care if you're my best friend, she's also my best friend. I swear to god I'll kick your ass Charles. 

Daniel, Carlos and George were there in an instant, pulling Pierre off of Charles whilst the rest of the drivers and team members were dispersing the crowd. “What the hell is going on? Pierre what the fuck!” Daniel shouted as the party was back in swing, music blaring, people dancing etc.

“That little fuck head was groping some random chick while Y/n was standing across the room!” Pierre explained whilst trying to not lunge at his best friend. 

“Seriously Charles?” Daniel asked as Charles felt himself turn red, “Yeah.” He managed to mumble before Daniel scoffed. “What the hell is wrong with you? Just because you’re drunk doesn’t mean you go around kissing random girls when you’ve been in a relationship for over 2 years!”

You didn’t know what to do. You were just standing there, as Charles desperately tried to make eye contact with you. Which was difficult since Pierre was right next to you staring daggers into his head. Everybody was shouting. And honestly the only voice you wanted to hear right now was Charles. You felt like he should apologize after everything at least. No, he owed you an apology.

“Charles.” 

Somehow that managed to shut everyone up. The miracle was mostly how everyone managed to hear you. 

“No need to shout I’m right here.” Oh.

“Outside. Now.” And that had him up on his feet. Good. He still remembered when you weren’t asking. 

You were hoping the wind would help ease you. And you were right. As you leaned over the balcony you felt the cool breeze blow through your hair. Almost as if it was being brushed. 

“You wore the dress I got you.” 

You chuckled, “Yup, I decided to wear it to surprise you. Back when we still loved each other. When we were loyal. Do you remember those days? Or has that model managed to erase me? Our memories together?” 

“Don’t say that. You know that’s not true.” 

“Actually I don’t. I left you, for only a few days. And it only took you two bottles of champagne and an hour without me to forget the two years of us being together. The love we shared. The early mornings. The late nights where it was just us, staring at each other, while nothing else mattered when we had one another. The lazy days where we lounged around, watched movies, cooked together, laughed together, everything. Together.”

“Y/n please.”

“You remember our 6 month anniversary? We were sitting in the park, there was nobody around. The sun was setting and we were having the best time. Low music playing, you read to me, with that stupid smile on your face as you couldn’t stop laughing at my singing. The sprinklers turned on and we laughed, you put the book away and looked at me for a bit, then you pulled me in and told me-”

“Toi et moi, pour toujours.“

“You and I, forever.”

“Or our one year anniversary? We watched Christmas movies in front of the fire place? In the morning we work up and there were fire place ashes everywhere?”

“Y/n, I didn’t mean it. I promise. You know me, you know me! I love you please, please don’t do this. 2 years, 2 years of you and me. And that’s not enough. I need more, I love you so much you don’t know. I was lonely and I know that’s not an excuse but-” 

“You’re right. It’s not an excuse. If you were lonely you could’ve called. You know I would pick up straight away. No matter where I was. And if I didn’t? Well that’s not possible, I always do. That’s how much I love you. I would drop everything for you. But you would never do the same for me!”

“I would! Mi amor I would. Anything! Everything. You mean more than-”

“Racing?”

“What?” Charles looked as if you had slapped him, which you were about 4 seconds from doing so.

“Racing. I believe you would give up everything. But would you give it up? Racing? Formula One or me? You’ve always put me in second place, I always put you first. This can’t work Charles. I need someone who treats me the same way I treat them.” 

“I treat you like a fucking princess! I get you everything you want, whenever you want. Jewellery, dresses everything! And you can’t even get over me focusing on my career are you fucking joking?” 

You didn’t know when your laughs turned to sobs but they did. 

“Y/n, I- fuck. I’m drunk okay? A-and I don’t mean it.”

“Please, Charles.” You sobbed as he dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kissed your stomach. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” He mumbled as he continued kissing you.

“No stop, stop, stop it. I can- can’t breathe. Please let me go.” 

“I’m sorry, I’ll do anything, please.”

You got his arms off you as he got to his feet, “I can’t. Charles, I wish you the best I really do. I love you.” You said as you pulled him in, on your tip-toes kissing his forehead as tears rolled down his cheeks. 

You pulled away, knowing that if you stayed any longer he’d probably convince you to stay with him. 

“I’m sorry.”

And then and there your heart shattered. Walking away from him, you didn’t turn back. Even though your heart was begging you, one last look. Even when you heard his sobs, as much as you felt like running back, kissing him, hugging him, telling him the two of you could work it out, you continued walking away.

Charles was slumped on the floor, knees to chest as he mumbled into his knees.

“You and I, forever.”

The second you got into your car you cried. Panic attack after panic attack, you felt like screaming. 

Your last straw was the text you received.

charlie 🏎️<3

We didn’t get to have our anniversary.