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me starting to write something with carlos sainz instead of ending the story with arthur leclerc
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arthur leclerc x fem! american actress! oc! ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻
carlos sainz x fem! latina! bartender! oc! ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻
oscar piastri x fem! kpop idol! le sserafim! reader ✯ 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑨
max verstappen x fem! ex kpop idol! reader ✯ 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑨
upcoming works!
carlos sainz x fem! latina! bartender! gf! oc ✯ 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑨 (part 2)
oscar piastri x fem! kpop idol! le sserafim! reader ✯ 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑨 (part 2)
lee know x han's younger sister oc! ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻 (possible series?)
i will post more, i promise. i'm starting to write and actually publish, so have patience on me please.
✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻
call it what you want | a. leclerc
arthur leclerc x fem! american actress! oc!
faceclaim: lola tung
a/n: hi :) english is not my first language, it's actually spanish, so there are most likely spelling errors. also, this was completly rewritten, i had already posted another 2 parts of basically the same story but i never wrote the part 3. so i rewrite it and i really hope you like it.
warnings: spelling mistakes, intentional lowercase
a while ago, adeline summers was the darling of the silver screen, adored and admired by fans all across the globe. however, her blissful stardom crashed down like a castle of cards when she ended things with her popular boyfriend, who was also an actor. she was soon the subject of crude internet drama and hated by all faces of social media. driven to despair by the constant hate and backlash, she decided to take a break from the spotlight. she slipped away unnoticed one night, leaving behind the world of glam and paparazzi, to find peace and solace in the unseen corners of the world. adeline found herself in monaco, a warm haven tucked away from the hustle-bustle. she spent her days strolling along the coastline, reading books, avoiding any forms of media, and getting lost in the magnificence of the endless azure. she was healing, slowly perhaps, but surely.
one afternoon, while she was quietly sitting on a park bench, a guy approached her. dressed in casual attire, there was a serenity about him that immediately caught adeline's attention. the guy, who introduced himself as arthur, was also escaping the prying eyes of society. arthur was a formula 2 driver, whose love-life had become a free-for-all, as his relationship with his current ex-girlfriend had ended on bad terms. burnt out by the media's relentless scrutiny and rumor-mongering, he found solace in solitude, just like adeline. it was refreshing for both of them to find someone who understood their plight.
after a few friendly encounters in monaco, arthur suggested that they take a spontaneous trip to lake como in italy. hesitant at first, adeline finally agreed, seeing it as an opportunity to further escape the social storm back home. as they spent time on the serene shores of lake como, away from the world's view, mutual comfort turned into attraction and eventually into a deep affection. they found solace in each other's arms, their simultaneous heartbreaks healing in sync. days that started with watching sunrises over the lake and ended with the sharing of deepest secrets under the moonlight were etched in their hearts.
together, they indulged in italy, taking boat rides, picnicking amidst the lush grapevines, and sipping wine as the sun kissed the horizon. it seemed both were meant to meet, meant to heal, meant to fall in love, at a time when they despised the world the most but needed companionship the most. months passed, and the internet could only speculate about adeline's whereabouts. little did they know she was no longer the same woman. she was in love, completely head over heels, in love with a guy who knew her for who she was, not the superstar she was painted to be.
adeline and arthur decided to try the public life once again, but this time united. with a bizarre twist of fate, the same public, who once hated them, welcomed them back warmly. the internet which had once been a cause of their isolation, now flooded with wishes and love, celebrating the very bond they despised before. after all, adeline had found love in the most unexpected place, with the most unexpected guy, but at the perfect time. it was her disappearance that led her to find true love and acceptance. it wasn't an easy ride, but it was worth it. the american actress, who was once hated, made a spectacular comeback, not alone, but with the love of her life by her side.
My favorite pictures of Arthur and Carla part 1
Little bailarina
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: brother! Charles Leclerc x mini! Leclerc
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: night calls with charles
MASTERLIST
A/n: English is not my first language!!
The girl was running around the house, looking for her shoes.
It was night, but tomorrow morning it would be her first ballet class and she wanted to show her outfit to Charles when he called in a few minutes to wish her goodnight like he did every night.
She had been obsessed with ballet dancers for a whole month, thanks to one of the Barbie movies. Her mother had taken pity on her and had finally enrolled her in an academy to try
She had bought everything she needed and she was sure that she wouldn't be able to sleep from excitement.
She found the slippers and put them on immediately when the phone rang. She ran down the stairs
"Don't run down the stairs!" her mother shouted from the kitchen.
Y/n stopped running and walked down the last few steps "I'm not running!"
Once on the lower floor she ran again until she reached the room where Arthur was talking to Charles. The youngest was lying on the couch while he was talking to the oldest on a video call.
y/n lay down next to him, taking the cell phone from Arthur's hand and interrupting what they were talking about.
"Look! Look Charles!" she yelled at him
"hey!" her brother greeted and scolded her "snatching things isn't very nice Y/n. you should ask for them."
Y/n looked at her brother next to her. “I’m sorry, Thur.”
"It's okay, let me have your phone so you can show Charles your new outfit."
Arthur took the phone from her small hands and positioned it so that Charles could see her well.
"Wow," Charles spoke, "am I seeing the most beautiful dancer in the world?"
Y/n laughed and spun around standing on the couch.
"I wear red like your Charlie," she explained.
"You are missing a number on your back"
her little eyes got big
"One and six!"
"That's my number, you need your own"
"But I like that one," she said. "I want to be like you!"
Arthur laughed silently knowing that that sentence had completely bought
"I guess I can share it" Charles smiled at her "will you send me photos and videos from tomorrow? You have to tell me everything when I get back"
"When will you be back? I bought new stories for you to read to me"
"It won't be long, I promise"
She yawned "I miss you, Arthur doesn't tuck me in as well as you do."
"Hey!" the youngest complained, "thank you I'm doing it, brat."
"I wasn't complaining!"
"Sounds like a complaint to me"
"Liar"
"Bad gal"
Charles laughed at them both, he missed them. He loved his work, but it was times like this that he would like to be around.
"Both of you calm down. I'll bring you gifts if you behave."
Y/n closed her mouth immediately and smiled at her with bright eyes. Gifts was one of her favorite words
"I'm always good"
“Doubtful,” Arthur muttered, Y/n gave him a frowning look.
"I have to go and you have to sleep"
She yawned again, "good night Charlie."
"Good night moun amour. Good night Thur. See you soon"
Y/n greeted enthusiastically until the video call ended.
She looked at her younger brother and smiled, stretching out her arms for him to pick her up and carry her to her room.
Arthur did so after rolling his eyes. He carried her upstairs and he roughly threw her on her bed causing her to laugh.
"Charles is the best at tucking me in," she started to say as she changed into her pajamas, "but you're the funniest."
"I know, bratty. I know."
Can xou please give me the angst version of that scenario plus fluffy end?
AW YOU WANTED A FLUFFY END?? I was gonna go full on angst /j
TW: needles, stitches, wounds, detailed description of care and hospital stuff
So my idea was instead of Y/N coming out of the barrier, they were dug under the rubble unconscious. Maybe hit their head hard or something that drove them into unconsciousness and when Charles and Checo heard that, they didn’t bother finishing the session and immediately left, bringing Arthur and Maman with them (more like dragging them).
The moment they arrived at the hospital room and saw your body connected to different machines and filled with stitches, their hearts broke especially Maman. You were the only girl, the unica hija of their family and seeing you so helpless, it was enough for Maman to cry her heart out. Lorenzo and Arthur immediately attended Mama Leclerc and guided her on the chair beside your bed, while Charles and Checo stood frozen still by the door.
A lot of things were going through their minds, like what if you wouldn’t wake up or what if you won’t be able to race again, or what if you do wake up and forget about them. I would imagine Checo leaning against the doorway to support himself as all the negative thoughts flood in his mind. He couldn’t lose you, you were his entire universe. He felt useless that he wasn’t there when the crash happened. He blamed himself.
Meanwhile Charles, he too blamed himself. You were inseparable being the middle children, and now here you were on the hospital bed unable to do anything as the machine helped you breathe.
Arthur and Lorenzo were both trying to be strong for their Maman, but Arthur broke first. He let out a soft sob as he sat beside Maman. And Lorenzo, Lorenzo couldn’t even let out his emotions. He was there. He saw how hard your crash was, he saw everything but he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t protect his little sister. And that was the most disappointing thing he has ever done.
Days after, some machines were removed as your organs started functioning on their own again, but the doctor had no idea if you would wake up because they said there were brain waves and you were still responding to stimulus. But estimating when, it was hard to tell.
Your crash affected your family immensely. Checo, Charles, Arthur’s performance in racing has dropped that it concerned their team. Checo was almost dropped from Red Bull Racing because he wasn’t scoring any points, while Charles and Arthur were on probation.
Lorenzo was always around Maman and you as they accompanied you in the hospital. Often times if possible the other three boys would come and visit you, telling you about how it is, wishing that it should have been them instead of you.
Then months after, while it was summer break and the whole Leclerc family stayed in Monaco to take a break, while Checo never left your side. Every waking day, he’d do his daily routine of waking up, kissing your forehead, freshening himself up, getting food and eating beside you, tell you fond memories you both created, get ready for rest, kiss your forehead again, whispers “i love you”, holds your hand, sleeps on the chair beside your bed, and repeat.
It honestly worried Max and Christian about how he was letting himself go because of you. They both knew you well enough that you wouldn’t want Checo to turn out like this just because you were in bed. They sometimes offered to watch over you, Christian especially because in his eyes you were like his own daughter (since you were a driver for Red Bull KTM). Checo would often refuse but there are times where he’d give up because he was tired of arguing.
When Christian would watch over you, he’d talk about what is happening to the team, both F1 and MotoGp. He would express his concern about Checo and Max, and sometimes things he would only tell you. Same goes for Max when he watches over you, he’d tell you about how he wished his dad would be proud of him or tell him that he was proud of him.
One day during summer break, Checo was staring into nothingness as his mind flew to different places when he heard a squeak. He blinked his eyes and looked around to see if there were any rodents or anything, but when he saw none, his eyesbrows scrunched as his expression contorted into confusion. When he started zoning out again, there was another squeak and when he looked around and saw nothing again, he was starting to get pissed. That was until you squeezed his hand against yours weakly.
Checo was flabbergasted. You were awake. You were awake and looking at him. He let out tears of joy as you looked at him confused, asking him what’s the matter. Checo sat down and explained everything to you, after the conversation he called your family that you were conscious again.
When your family arrived, the doctor came in and explained how after a few months of physical therapy, you’ll be back to your old life except you won’t ever get back to motor racing. While your family was devastated, you let out a small smile saying it was about time you retired. They all looked at you in disbelief and you assured them you’ll be alright, since now you can be able to watch your husband and siblings’ race.
Lorenzo, Charles, and Arthur let out a sigh of relief as now you won’t be doing anything risking your life while Checo pulled you in a deep kiss, whispering how much he missed doing that.
There ya go! Angst with fluff ending AHAHAHAHAHA I HOPE ITS AS YOU EXPECTED CAM!
The Perfect Life || CL16 {8}
Summary: Life has flipped upside down: the people supposed to protect you hurt you and the man who hurt you protects you. Warnings: angst, fluff WC: 2.3k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight Taglist: RETIRED Head over to my dedicated library blog @dilemmaslibrary and opt to get notifications from there.
Nausea churned your stomach and you were grateful dinner hadn’t been served or it would surely be making its return. Blood rushed past your ears and throbbed in your head as you tried to focus on the sheet music in front of you and not the cold touch of sweat beginning to coat your skin.
“Don’t fuck this up,” your mother warned.
You vividly remembered the last time you messed up, fumbling over the tune in front of her friends. She had sent them on their way to the pool house bar and the moment the door closed she slammed the lid of the piano down before you could react. You hadn’t been able to fight for weeks with the thick bandages that kept the finger splints in place.
With trembling hands you lifted the lid that protected the ivory keys from dust. It weighed more than it looked and your eyes scanned the wood for any sign of the blood that had stained it. There was no point searching for something that couldn’t be seen, you found the housekeepers were able to clean blood out of anything.
“You’re shaking,” Charles whispered as he took a seat on the bench with you. His hands took yours and concern bled into his green eyes.
“I’m fine, I just need to get this right. It has to be perfect.”
He frowned at the detached tone and let you pull your hands free, but he didn’t leave as you raised your hands to the keys and stared vacantly at the music book on the shelf. Fingers he had seen clenched tight into fists and fighting with raw strength now moved delicately across the keys and your eyes closed. To anyone in the room it would look serene, divine even, but close up Charles could see the shimmering of tears beneath the lashes.
Something, or someone, had utterly broken the woman beside him and Charles found out just how much he could truly hate when he looked up to see your mother. Her watchful eyes were eager but it wasn’t for the music. The eyes that were the same exact shade as yours were too invested in your performance. It was a stark comparison to when his mother watched him play. There was no pride, merely cold calculations and the anticipation of a mistake.
“Shit,” you cursed under your breath as your little finger seized up and failed to reach the key needed.
Fire ignited in your mother’s eyes at the mistake, not that anyone else would have caught it unless they were pianists too. Cruel intentions played across her face as Charles shifted closer on the seat and reached for your hand, slipping his beneath yours and taking over the piece, finishing it almost perfectly.
“Such a delightful duet,” your mother clapped, accepting the applause as if she had done the work. “Dinner will be served in a moment.”
The crowd dispersed to take their appointed seats but you couldn’t move as you sat with your hands slumped on your lap. A shadow fell across you and you tensed, waiting for the pain to come.
“Come on, baby, we’re leaving.” Charles rose to his feet and planted himself between you and your mother.
“The evening isn’t over.”
Charles curled his arm under yours and pulled you to your feet but you felt like a puppet, not in control of your own body. “It is for us, and every other evening too.”
“I don’t know what game you are playing at, boy, but she belongs to me and she isn’t going anywhere.”
“Y/N is a person, not a belonging. She isn’t a price in a deal or weight in a business decision.” Charles snickered as her eyes widened. “Yes, I know about that. I wonder what the world would think of this family if they found out the truth too.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
You finally had the strength to look at him and see utter seriousness set in his handsome features. He was willing to make a scene for you with some of the nations most affluent figures in the next room, but that was exactly why your mother ceded to him.
“Go,” she snapped, an angry finger pointing to the door before she stared down her nose at you. “I won’t forget this when you come crawling back to me.”
You barely spoke a word as you followed Charles outside where he called his brother. “Tur, I need a favour. Can you come and pick us up? No, we haven’t been arrested.”
You didn’t realise you were shivering until he unbuttoned his suit jacket and draped it over your shoulders. Warmth and his scent enveloped you and you immediately started to feel better, your fingers unfurling from the stiff fists they had been closed into.
“He’s going to be at least half an hour,” Charles said as he tucked his phone away and looked around, spotting curious eyes watching from the window. “We should get a taxi and wait somewhere else.”
“Can we walk?”
Charles glanced at your heels. “Do you want to get changed?”
You shook your head and started to make your way down the driveway. “I would say the door is already locked.”
When you reached the gates you knew Franco was already advised of your impending departure. The mountain of a man took up almost all of the security booth and his sad eyes followed each step, but you kept your head high.
“Take care of everyone for me, big guy,” you said as you passed the open gates. He gave the smallest of nods before his lips pursed and he hit the button to close the gates as he had been ordered.
“You’re taking this rather calmly,” Charles commented as he laced his hand in yours and crossed the road to walk along the waterfront.
“I’m sure she was expecting a tantrum.” You smiled at the thought of her disappointment before a laugh bubbled up. “God, she is going to hate you.”
Charles laughed along with you and pulled you to a stop to watch the sun setting over the water. His chest pressed to your back as he held the safety rail either side of your body and his lips warmed your cheek. “She can hate me all she wants, it was worth it. You are worth it.”
You rested your head on his shoulder as the sun dipped below the horizon and sighed. “You make it hard for me to hate you.”
“Good, I don’t want you to hate me.”
With the red hues of light fading quickly you continued on the walk out of the suburbs and into the city. The smells from the fine dining establishments reminded you that you had missed dinner but when Charles asked where you would like to eat there was only one place that called to you.
“McDonalds?” he double checked, frowning as you looked up at the golden arches with what he could only imagine was childish wonder. “Wait, you’ve never had McDonalds?”
“Do they serve caviar?” you shot back.
“They might start when they see you,” he teased, pointing out how massively overdressed you were as he opened the door to the fast food chain. “After you, my lady.”
Charles could see you were uncertain of yourself as you checked what was on the menu. Your posture was relaxed but your eyes were darting around the room, taking in the exits and the other patrons who weren’t dressed nearly as nice as you. “I don’t know what to get,” you finally admitted after spending too long trying to choose one combo.
“Why don’t you go choose a table and I will order for you?”
You chose a booth in the back corner with some privacy and ignored the strange looks you were given as you walked by in a Dior gown. It was only when you sat down that you realised how silly it was to be wearing a 20 carat diamond necklace with no security personnel so you unclasped the chain and bundled it into your hands beneath the table.
A few moments later Charles arrived with a tray of food and slid in beside you.
“So we’ve got the classics: cheeseburger, Big Mac, nuggets, fries and a sundae.” He opened all the packaging and tore the top off a sauce punnet before dragging a nugget through it. “Here, sweet and sour is the best.”
You parted your lips and took a bite, surprised by how sweet and tangy the sauce was with the crunch of the crispy nugget. Your eyes widened and Charles grinned. “Good, no?”
“Holy fuck,” you moaned. “That is delicious!”
“Try this,” Charles said as he dunked a bunch of fries into the ice cream.
“Seriously?”
“Trust me.”
You were dubious but opened your mouth for the food he offered and frowned at the contradictory tastes on your tongue. Hot met cold, sweet met salty, crunchy met creamy. You didn’t hate it but couldn’t decide if you liked it either so you gave it another attempt.
Charles took a burger for himself and quietly ate while you took a bite out of everything before choosing the cheeseburger as the simplest yet satisfactory item of them all.
“It’s like watching a newborn try food for the first time,” he chuckled.
You scrunched up the paper napkin you had dabbed your lips with and tossed it at his grinning face. “Asshole.”
“What? You’re cute.”
“Thank you, you’re not too bad yourself, brother,” Arthur said as he dropped into the booth beside you and flicked a finger at the layered chiffon sleeve of your dress. “You look gorgeous.”
You tossed your hair back over your shoulder and tucked a hand under your chin with a dramatic pout. “This is the look of a homeless woman, Tur. I have nothing but my name and the clothes on my back, but your brother plans to take them both off me.”
Arthur tipped his head back with a laugh and stole the remaining chicken nuggets. “You can ditch the wedding plan now if you have been successfully thrown out. What happened anyway?”
Charles watched as you shrugged and murmured quietly, “She had me play for her important guests and I messed up.”
Arthur’s eyes narrowed and he picked up your hands, turning them over to check for any injuries. “Did she hurt you?”
You gently removed your hands and tucked them back on your lap. “Not this time, Charles intervened.”
Charles had never seen such a look of relief or gratitude from his brother and despite knowing he had done the right thing, he wished he could have done something sooner. Clearing his throat of the lump of regret that clogged it, Charles started to collect the rubbish on the table before picking up the tray.
You frowned and looked around for staff. “Isn’t someone going to do that for you?”
“Not here, no,” he said as he disposed of it himself before holding his hand out. “Ready to go home?”
Your argument to stay at the rundown factory was vetoed by both Leclercs so Arthur had driven you back to Monaco with Charles. It was strange to walk back into Charles’ apartment with your worldly possessions in a gym bag and briefly wondered if you were truly prepared for the consequences. You might act brave but there were really only two worlds you knew, the one in the gilded cage and the one in the iron cage. Both involved fighting of two very different kinds but both were for survival; of status or life.
This was foreign.
“I’ll take you shopping in the morning before we go to the track.”
You pulled the necklace from the pocket of his jacket you still wore and placed it on the table. “I don’t know how much this is worth but it’s Cartier.”
Charles frowned at the change in the confident woman he knew and he picked up the heavy chain embedded with diamonds. “You don’t have to worry about money,” he promised as he stepped behind you and clasped it around your throat. “I promised I would take care of you.”
He turned you in his arms and smiled as he ran a finger along the gems resting in the valley of your breasts. “You were born to wear diamonds.”
You couldn’t quite find the words to thank him because a simple thank you wasn’t enough so you slipped his jacket off and draped it over a chair before reaching for the hidden zip at your side. You brushed the sleeves off your shoulders and let the dress float to the floor under his watchful eyes before stepping closer. With each step another item of clothing was lost - heels, bra, panties, gone - until there was only one thing left. “The necklace?”
Charles smirked as he pulled you flush to his body and tipped your chin back to meet his darkening eyes. “Leave it on.”
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pairing(s): prince! Arthur Leclerc x male! knight! reader
warning(s): hurt/comfort, mentions of injury, mentions of death, royal au! forbidden romance(?)
(a/n): kinda inspired by hozier :) changed the lyrics a bit. a short drabble for my fav leclerc
!not proofread!
"No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to you."
"Your Highness," you manage out through gritted teeth, "you shouldn't get your hands dirty."
He says nothing, silently applying the green paste he made using different medicinal herbs, across your middle. "My prince," you try again. He doesn’t respond, his eyes trained on your body, careful not to hurt you.
"Arthur," your voice is soft, almost like a whisper. He looks up, his ocean eyes clashing with yours.
"I told you not to go," he whispers, a hint of betrayal. He goes back to focusing on your wounds. You smile ever so slightly. "Your Highness-" his eyes snap to you, daring you. "Arthur," you say softly, "I do not have a choice in such matters. I have to go when I am called."
He chews the inside of his cheeks. There has to be some way he could prevent you from going to battles. He was a prince after all, wasn't he? "This is what I was raised for," your voice cuts off his thoughts.
"No," he says sharply, preventing any further discussion. He gets up from where he was kneeling, using a gauze to wrap around your wounds. He moves to stand in between your legs, still careful to not hurt you.
He's close. Right within your reach. You could feel his breath across your shoulder. His body heat, warming up your naked torso. He moves the gauze over your back, taking a step back to tie it up.
He ties the final knot, his fingers grazing over your body. They're shaking, you notice. "Arthur," your hand reaches to cup his cheek, guiding his eyes to yours. "I'm here," you utter softly, "I'm fine."
"You're fine," he repeats after you, barely audible. His lower lip wobbles. You pull him in, holding him tight.
"You're fine. You're fine. You're fine..."
"My prince," you press a lingering kiss to his forehead, "breathe. Breathe with me."
He clings onto you, his arms wrapped around your broad shoulders, his face buried in the crook of your neck. He breathes, following you. In and Out. In and Out. Slowly.
He pulls away, his eyes moist. "You should lie down," he gently pushes you back on the bed. "Rest," he says. He tucks you in, leaning down to press his lips to yours.
"Stay," you catch his wrist, "Please."
He takes a seat on the bed beside you, leaning against the bed frame. You move, trying not to let out a groan. You rest your head in his lap. His hands find their way to your hair, gently playing with the strands.
"What's wrong?" you question, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Of course, you can read him like an open book. He doesn't respond, his fingers mindlessly playing with your hair.
"My love," you hold his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, "Talk to me."
"One day," he whispers, "I fear, that one day, you won't return home to me."
You say nothing. How could you? He wasn't wrong. It was a possibility. Soldiers die on the battlefield every day. And one day, sooner or later, it would be your turn.
You bring his hand to your mouth, leaving small kisses every where you could reach. "No grave can hold my body down," you murmur against his knuckles, "I'll crawl home to you."
A look into your eyes, and he knew it was the truth. You'll always come back to him.
Hands down my favorite f1 post
"F1 is being ruined by weird people"
May I introduce you to, once again, the people who work(ed) in F1 and it's feeder series?
Weird camera angles, genuinely almost kissing, pictures with little to no context, Kimi's Lego car with oranges as wheels, questions all around, it all checks out.
If he races for Prema he is a Leclerc adopted child
and so the adoption begins
platonic!grid x reader arthur leclerc x reader
🏆 synopsis: Y/n L/n wins the 2023 Formula 2 championship as the only female driver. However, every door that could be open for a seat in Formula 1 is closed and locked up shut. Except, with the retirement of a Mexican Red Bull driver, things start to look up. Y/n L/n navigates the life as the first female Formula 1 driver. Oh, and she's really made a family out of the grid.
🥇 Extras 🏅Seasons
2023 2024 🏆 Mini-Series :
Besties for the Resties
⭐️ Epilogue: Sign of the Times
what’s in the leclerc genes …
*silently* screaming crying shaking throwing up banging my head sliding down the wall
my favourite genre of post-race Charles Leclerc win is Charles finding Arthur at the barrier, seeing Arthur looking at him with such joy in his eyes and then Charles messing up his hair
Dark Royalty couples:
Kimi/Seb
Mark/Fernando
Kevin/Nico Hülkenberg
Stoffel/Nyck
Sam(OC)/Mick
Carlos/Charles
Caelian(OC)/Arthur
Daniel/Lando
Alex/Guanyu
Pierre/Yuki
Lewis/Max
Hi love! Do you have a master list? Love your work!
I'm sorry it's not very organised with titles and stuff like other master lists but I didn't have much te to prepare it... enjoy tho these have to be my favorite works from many accounts. It includes both fluff and smut and a bit of angst....
more on the way in a second masterlist
🙏 please tell me if there is a problem with the links....
Masterlist No.1 (no.2 here)
Edit: Updated version ✌️
¤ = smut
smau = social media au
Marauders Era:
Remus Lupin:
Remus & lazy hickeys , Version 2 ¤
Remus adoring breasts ¤
Remus making you scream ¤
Getting you so worked up, you can not speak ¤
Kinda Meanie Remus ¤
Shirtless Remus ¤
Remus and his kisses ¤
Mean streak ¤
Summer vibes , Version 2 ¤
Taunting ¤
Rivals to lovers ¤
No homework done I guess ¤
Annoying distraction ¤
Wolfy traits¤
Making Birthdays special ¤
Remus in his feels ¤
Comforting reader , Version 2 , Version 3, Version 4
Taking care of you, Version 2
Warning label
Stress reliever ¤
Angsty Confession
Misunderstanding
Study Motivation ¤
Mean Remus, vol.2 ¤
Bad mood
Baby fever
Slowest slow burn to ever burn ¤
Formula One:
Charles Leclerc:
Baby Leclerc (smau)
Lotta history (smau)
It's never over ¤
Cat mama
Single mom
Jealousy jealousy (smau)
Lighting McMarried (smau)
For the hope of it all (Series smau)
Married to who (wolff reader)
Domestic Bliss (smau)
Bffs angst
Enemy racers (smau)
Vacation (smau)
Married angst
Revenge Reader (smau)
Overprotective (smau)
Charles as a dad, vol.2 (smau) , vol.3 (smau)
Max Verstappen:
Max being late
Max as a dad
U dumbfuck (smau)
Sexy times ¤
Crazy Cat Lady (series)
Carlos Sainz:
Obsessed (smau)
Mich Shumacker:
Rosy cheeks and salty hair ¤
Lando Norris:
Star wars? (smau series)
Danny Ric:
Best friends to lovers (smau)
Oscar Piastri:
Bookish (smau)
Soft launching? (smau)
This is about Oscar? (smau)
Who is Oscar Piastri? (smau)
Sweetener ¤
Grumpy x Sunshine (smau)
Kiss it better (smau)
Oblivious besties (smau)
My girl ¤
Vroom vroom bitch (smau)
Arthur Leclerc:
WHAT? (smau)
Oblivious bitches, pt.2 , pt.3 (smau series)
Ollie Bearman (i think you can tell that he is my fav) :
Besties to more (smau)
Insta dumps (smau)
Sunshine x grumpy (smau)
The black card life (smau)
Birthday boy (smau)
Race bffs (smau)
Teddy bear (smau)
Sickenly in love (smau)
(Extra)ordinary (smau)
Dating Ollie , vol.2 , vol.3, vol.4
No one else
In sickness and in health
Comfort after a race , vol.2
Domestic - ish
Morning snuggles
Those three words
Olives and Lemonade
Call me cupid
Only you (smau series)
do I have to study? yes, am I watching prema videos? also yes