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Then why are you here?

Summary: Y/N attends the national premiere of a sports documentary and Charles cannot help but fall for her. But does Y/N feel the same?

Word count: +/- 1.2k

Author’s note: I gave the story a little twist, but I hope you like it! English is not my first language so sorry for any bad writing and spelling mistakes. It took longer than expected, but work was a pain…

Warning: None, I guess?  

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It was a rainy and cold evening in November. The street were covered in darkness, although it was just over 5 p.m. The thermometer outside the pharmacy a little further down the street indicated 9°C, which was a normal temperature this time of year in other parts of Europe but it was highly uncommon in the small Mediterranean princedom.

Charles sighed. After a long and exhausting day, he wanted nothing more than to stay home and enjoy the comfortable warmth and quietness of his own apartment. But he could not because, tonight, the Ferrari documentary premiered in Monaco. It was a beautiful documentary about the history of Ferrari in F1, starting with the introduction of the legendary Italian brand to racing and over the numerous WDC’s and successes to the rather saddening truth of today.

Charles usually did not mind attending official events, especially when they were this close to his home. He was proud to be a Ferrari driver and held font memories of his time as member of the Ferrari Driver Academy. He never had to worry about what he should wear, practically having an Armani suit for every day of the year. He never had to worry about not knowing anyone or feeling out of place, since it were mostly him and Carlos people were waiting for.

Of course, the 2023 was not going great at all, but Charles knew how to put things into perspective. It sucked, sure, but every F1 team has had one or more seasons in which things did not go well and Charles had been through worse in his life. Also, the PR team of Ferrari had made clear to the press that tonight should be about the rich history of the brand and that questions about the ongoing season could be asked at other times.

Then why was Charles not so keen on getting ready?

He could blame it on the fact that his mom and brothers would not be there. He could blame it on the weather or the rigorous training Mattia had put him through today. He could blame it on the lack of rest he has had recently, that the constant travelling got to him. Deep down, however, Charles knew the real reason and he almost felt pathetic about it. Tonight would just be another event he attends alone, without a plus one. Charles normally did not mind being single that much – he had a great circle of family and friends – but at nights like this, he did.

It was during moments like this that he wanted to be more like Pierre. His best friend, but also the biggest Casanova he knew. Ever since childhood, Charles and Pierre both have had a more than fair share of female attention but both coped with it differently.

Charles has always been the serious one, the one being in long-term relationships. Charles met beautiful women every day, but he did not go any further unless he knew it could be more. Pierre, however, was the complete opposite. He was the textbook definition of a player and never hesitated to use his fame and money to get the girl he wanted. Like yesterday, when he texted Charles that he fixed a date for tonight. He met her in a club and sealed the deal less than one hour in. “It could be a fling, it could be more, but whatever it is, we at least had a fun time together”, Pierre said. And sometimes, Charles wished he could look at it the same way.

The alarm beeped. 6 p.m. Time to get ready.

.....

The red carpet went better than expected and the documentary was beautiful. Now that the press and fans were gone, Charles felt like he could finally relax. He went to the bar to get a drink for him and Sebastian when he spotted her.

She caught his eye already earlier that night, when he saw her searching for her seat. Charles thought she was stunning. She was wearing a black silk blouse, dark green wide leg trousers and a pair of solid black heels, adding a good 7 cm to her height if Charles had to guess. He liked that she did not wear any red, as almost all of the other guests did. She had finished off her look with some subtle jewellery and her hair was styled in a messy bun, which accentuated her gorgeous facial features. He got himself wondering who she was, as the after-party was F1-exclusive and he was sure that he would have remembered meeting her at the track.

During his conversation with Sebastian, he could not focus; she was all he could think of. When Charles once again nodded at the wrong time, Sebastian had enough. “Oh god, Charles, just go”, he snickered, “instead of standing here, pretending to be interested in my stories. Ask for her name. She is here alone it seems, and I am sure she would like to talk to you. So…”  Charles even did not wait for Sebastian to finish his sentence.

“Hi”, Charles said.

“Oh, hi”, she answered.

A solid 30 seconds past without Charles saying anything. Y/N started to think that he had mistaken her for somebody else.

“I am sorry. Are you looking for someone else?”, she asked.

“No”, Charles replied, “I…I wanted to meet you, actually.”

“Really? Okay.”

“Yeah, it’s just…this after-party is exclusively for people linked to F1 and I haven’t seen you before, that’s all”, he rambled. He felt the heat rising to his cheeks. Dammit

“You’re right”, she admitted, “I have nothing to do with F1 actually…or not for now, at least.”

Charles was visibly confused. “Then why are you here?” A pause. “I am sorry, that came out wrong”.

“It’s fine. I am an acoustical engineer and Mr. Vaseur invited me to see if I have any interest in joining the team in Maranello. Instead of telling me why to choose for Ferrari, he suggested that I came to watch the documentary”, she said, “and I’ll admit that I am impressed.”

“My name is Y/N by the way. Very nice to meet you, Charles”, she reached out her hand, “I am a fan.”

“Nice to meet you to, Y/N, and I am glad to hear that!”  He could feel his mojo coming back.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“The drinks are free here, Charles”, she laughed, “but I would love to have a drink with you.”

Charles and Y/N continued to talk for the rest of night.

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“And that, Y/D/N, is how I met your mother”, Charles said, tickling the belly of his newborn daughter who was lying in his arms.

 “Oh god, Charles”, Y/N chuckled, “She is just 2 months old. She doesn’t get it.”

“I don’t care, Y/N, I like the story and she does too. Look how calm she is!” he said.

“It seems to me that you are the only one not enjoying it”, he hinted, “and I am offended, Y/N!”

Charles brought his hand to his chest, faking to be heartbroken.

“You know I love it, Charles. And you know I love you, too, so much”, Y/N said, draping her arms around his shoulders.

“What will you do when Y/D/N is all grown up and doesn’t want to hear the story anymore, like never?”, Y/N teased.

“She won’t. But if she would…”, Charles said, turning his head to face his beautiful wife, “I guess we’ll have to make another mini-us to pass the story onto.”

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Trope for next read

I might go for another male main character, and I am also not sure if I should go for angst, fluff or anything else - so please let me know what you like! Thank you all in advance 💕

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It is so beautifully written; I loved every word of it 🤗 Keep up this amazing work, and I am looking forward to reading more of this!

Keep Me Close | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @badgerdryad

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: As a maid at Arrow House, (Y/N) has many tasks that she has to complete. She never thought that one of those tasks would be to calm Charles Shelby down after he's had a bad dream. Nor did she expect to catch the attention of her boss because of how she completed that task.

Warnings: talks of a nightmare centered around kidnapping

Word Count: 3051

A/N: thank you for being so paitent and waiting for this story. I hope it’s what you expected. I just adore little Charlie so much. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

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Arrow House was always much different after the sun went down. The already enormous house felt even larger, its halls felt even colder, and some would even swear that shadows lurked at the end of each corridor. But to (Y/N), Arrow House at night felt peaceful. It's when she felt that she was able to get her work done at its best.

She was in the room that was designated for laundry, making sure that all of the clothing was folded perfectly and up to the par of her boss. Humming a song to herself, she barely heard the whimpering of a child until it was coming from the room's doorway.

When she turned around, she found Charlie Shelby standing in the doorway with an expression that was a mixture between sadness and fear on his face. "Charles?" she asked, blinking a few times as she tried to decipher whether he was actually standing there or not. "Charles, what's wrong?" she asked him a question when he didn't dissipate after her blinking finished.

"I...I...I had a bad d-dream," he stammered through his tears, a deep frown present on his face.

"Oh no," (Y/N) stated as she set down the shirt she had in her hands so that she could move over to where the boy was standing, "I'm so sorry to hear that, buddy. Do you need help going back to sleep?" she asked him as she crouched down to get on his level.

He shook his head profusely, the fear returning to his features, "no. No, I don't want to go back to sleep. He always comes back when I sleep," he told her, his statement rushed and frantic.

"Ok, ok. That's fine," (Y/N) spoke in a calm voice, hoping to be able to soothe his worries, "what if I come into your room with you?" she then suggested another plan. It had to be the middle of the night at this point, so it wouldn't be good for him to stay up until the morning. But at the same time it was evident that he didn't want to be by himself.

"You'd do that?" he asked in a soft voice, surprised that she was offering up such a thing.

"Of course I would," she sent him a friendly smile, showing him that she was more than willing to accompany him to his bedroom. She watched as the smallest smile formed on his face. "How about we go back to your bedroom now?" she suggested, watching Charlie nod before she stood up and extended her hand to him. He took it and then they walked down the hallway to the room at the end of it.

Charlie's bedroom had to be moved down to the first level of the house when it became known that he sleep-walked at times. Tommy made this choice after he found out the hard way that his son did this. A broken vase and a screaming child surely frazzled his nerves...the boy's entire bedroom was moved down into the same hallway that held his father's office, so that he could be stopped if he sleep-walked again.

"Your room is very nice, Charles," (Y/N) commented as the two entered the room. She was able to see the great amount of toys from the dim light that the lamp sitting on the bedside table was producing.

"Thank you," the little boy responded through his sniffles as he moved over to the bed and climbed up onto it.

"Would you like me to sit with you?" she asked him then, wanting to make sure that he was comfortable with it before she went forward with doing so.

"Yes," Charlie answered, nodding his head as he grabbed his stuffed rabbit toy. He then moved over in his bed so that (Y/N) was able to sit on the side of it. She smiled at him before she sat down, making sure that he still had enough space to lay comfortablely.

Within seconds, he was cuddled up against her sitting figure, his hands gripping tightly onto her forearm as he tried to make himself feel safe. "Do you know what helps me when I have bad dreams?" (Y/N) started, thinking of a possible way to get him to calm down, "when I talk about the dream, it helps me to see that it wasn't real...that it was all in my head."

Charlie nodded along with what (Y/N) was saying, the frown still evident on his face. She felt so bad for him...whatever his nightmare was about, it must've been terrible.

"Do you want to tell me?" she asked him softly after a few moments had passed. Charlie nodded again in response, and (Y/N) smiled at him, showing him that he could begin speaking whenever he felt comfortable.

"In my dream, there's a man. And he's taken me from my family...he takes me and he brings me somewhere far away. And he keeps me there. I'm screaming and screaming but nobody hears me," he began to explain, his words breaking (Y/N)'s heart.

"And what happens then?" she asked him to continue.

"I'm in the dark room and it's quiet, and then the door opens. I always wake up before I see who is at the door," he told her how the nightmare ended, his eyes wide as he looked up at her.

"Maybe it was your dad who was at the door. Maybe he had found you and was coming to save you," (Y/N) tried to make light of the ambiguous ending, hoping that it would give the child some solace.

"But...but what if it isn't my dad? What if it's the man who took me?" he asked, fear still evident in his eyes, "I don't want it to be the man who took me."

"Then don't let it be," she answered his fear-filled question with confidence, "make the person in the doorway be your dad. Make it so that he is coming to save you and make sure that you're safe."

"Ok," Charlie nodded his head, his grip slightly relaxing on (Y/N)'s arm.

"Does that make you feel less afraid?" she asked him then, curious if his feelings had shifted at all.

"Mmhmm," he responded as he nodded again, a more content look on his face now.

"That's good," (Y/N) smiled at him, happy that she could help him get out of his state of fear.

"Will you still be in here with me and keep me close to you while I fall asleep?" he asked another question, moving on from the previous topic.

"Of course I will," she assured him, "I will stay in here until you fall back asleep."

"Thank you," Charlie smiled at her, calming down even more now as he found out that he wouldn't be left alone right away.

"You're welcome, Charlie," she smiled at him. "Would you like me to sing you a song that my mum used to sing to me when I had trouble falling asleep?" she then asked him, making a suggestion to help him slip back into sleep faster.

"Yes, please," Charlie replied with a slight nod as he cuddled in closer to her side.

"It's called Le Vie en rose, and whenever I sing it to myself, I feel happy and at peace," she told him before taking a deep breath and starting to sing the song in a soft voice.

She only managed to get to the end of the song's second verse when she looked down to see that Charlie was now sleeping. His hold on her forearm had relaxed completely, and how he was hugging his stuffed animal instead. Deciding that she didn't need to sing any more, she slowly slipped off of the bed, making sure that she didn't wake him up. She smiled at his peacefully sleeping figure before she moved quietly to the door of the bedroom. What was waiting for her at the door made her slap a hand over her mouth so that she wouldn't wake the boy up with her sudden scream.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shelby, I didn't see you there," she said after the initial shock had subsided.

"Is Charles ok?" he asked, glancing behind her at the child sleeping in his bed.

"He's ok now. He had a nightmare. I was in the laundry room when he came to the door, crying. I figured I'd bring him in and try to get him back to sleep myself since you were busy with work," she explained to him why she'd been in his son's room.

"I heard him crying and figured it was another nightmare. What I didn't expect was to hear singing coming from his room afterwards," Tommy stated, his words not holding any hint of anger.

"I was singing him a song my mother used to sing to me when I was a child. It always helps to calm me down when I am scared or unable to go to sleep," she told him, "I really should have come to get you sir, I just..."

"No, you did the right thing," Tommy stopped her from finishing the sentence, "thank you for making sure that he was able to go back to sleep."

"You're welcome, Mr. Shelby," she smiled at him, proud of her decision to help the child. It wasn't everyday that her boss handed out compliments like this.

"You can be finished for the night. It's late anyway, go to bed," he told her, and she nodded, thanking him before he moved out of the way so that she could leave the hallway and head to her bedroom.

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"Go on, son, ask her what you wanted to," (Y/N) heard Tommy's voice coming from the door to the room that she was cleaning.

She then heard the sound of light footsteps coming from behind her, making her turn around to see Charlie approaching her. "Hi, Charles," she greeted him with a smile before glancing up at his father, who was leaning against the doorway, "what can I do for you?" she asked, her eyes back on the child.

"Hi (Y/N)," he chirped, a smile on his face.

"You address her as Ms. (Y/N), Charlie," Tommy cut in before the boy was able to say another word.

"Sorry...Ms. (Y/N)..." he trailed off with a bashful look on his face before he mustered up the confidence to continue, "I wanted to ask you if you'd like to come out and ride horses with my daddy and I?" he then asked her, his look turning to one of hopefulness.

"I'd like that, Charlie," she smiled at the child, "but I've got chores I need to finish first," she gave him her answer, a slight frown on her face as she turned the child's idea down.

"You can have the day off," Tommy interjected from behind the boy, making (Y/N) look over at him with a look of surprise on her face.

"Really?" she checked to make sure she heard correctly. A smile formed on her face as she saw him nod his head. "In that case, I'd love to come ride horses with you, Charles," she changed her answer, her statement making the boy squeal with joy.

"Yay!" he exclaimed before he turned and rushed past his father, leaving Tommy and (Y/N) behind.

"Are you sure, Mr. Shelby?" (Y/N) asked as she walked over to him.

"Yes," he nodded his head definitively, "he's been talking about asking you to come ride with us since he woke up this morning," he added, a slight smile on his face.

"Well I feel honored to have been given the opportunity," she smiled at him as he stepped out of the doorway to allow her to pass him. "Oh, and Mr. Shelby..." she trailed off then, not yet moving from in front of him. He raised his eyebrows slightly, his nonverbal way of telling her to continue, "you can tell Charles that 'Miss' is fine when addressing me...I've no one waiting for me back home," she informed him, a polite smile on her face. Tommy only nodded at the information before he allowed her to walk past him.

"You ever ridden a horse before?" he asked as they exited the house and began walking its grounds.

"I have," (Y/N) answered, turning slightly to look at him, "my family used to have one...before we lost everything," she explained, her voice softening slightly. She hated talking about her family's misfortune, but it was the very reason why she was working at Arrow House. Every piece of money she earned, she sent it home to her family.

"I figured you did...saw how you'd always watch them in the fields," he stated, his words making (Y/N) blush slightly.

"You've noticed my daydreaming then, haven't you?" she asked, feeling slightly guilty for being caught. She couldn't help it when she'd be in rooms with a beautiful view of the stables. It was hard not to stop for a few moments and admire the magnificent beasts as they grazed about.

"There's nothing wrong with it," Tommy shrugged her statement off, a slight smile on his face.

"Come on, dad!" they then heard Charlie calling from the doors of the stables, "they're already saddled and everything!"

"Come on," Tommy said softly to (Y/N), waving her on towards the stables. (Y/N) smiled and picked up her pace so that she wouldn't get left behind.

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After spending most of the day riding across the expansive grounds of Arrow House, the three returned to the stables. (Y/N) had never been on a more well-behaved horse, and she couldn’t stop her heart from swelling as she watched Tommy ride with Charlie on the saddle in front of him. It was so refreshing to see this whole new side of her boss, and it felt really intimate…like she shouldn’t have been witnessing it. She truly felt honored to have been asked to join them.

“My legs are tired, dad,” Charlie complained. He had good reason to though…(Y/N)’s legs felt close to numb from spending several hours in the saddle. She could only imagine what the four year old was feeling.

“Come here, son,” Tommy told him after he’d finished returning the two horses to their respective stables. Charlie limped over to his dad then, who lifted him into his arms once he got close enough. “I’ll carry you in,” he told the boy, who smiled before dropping his head to his father’s shoulder.

“Thank you for allowing me to come with you today, Mr. Shelby,” (Y/N) offered her gratitude once he and Charlie had come over to where she was standing. She was unsure if she should have returned to the house the second they returned, so she just stayed in her spot. “You really have a beautiful property.”

“It was nice to have someone along with us this time. We don’t get very many people over these days,” Tommy said then. (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness at his words. It was no secret to anyone that the Shelby family had had a rather large falling out. (Y/N) was happy that she wasn’t there to witness it like most of the other staff were. She’d been told that it was rather brutal.

“I’d be happy to join again anytime,” she told him with a smile, “if you’d let me that is,” she backtracked after remembering her place in the house, her cheeks heating up at how forward she just was with her boss.

“I think Charlie here would like that…wouldn’t you?” Tommy answered, glancing down at his son, who nodded his head as best he could with it against his father’s shoulder.

“That means the world to me,” (Y/N) smiled at the little boy, her heart swelling at the acceptance.

“Would you like to come eat dinner with us, Miss (Y/L/N)?” Tommy asked then, catching her completely by surprise.

“Oh my…that’s very nice of you to ask me, but I’m afraid that would be improper, Mr. Shelby,” she turned him down despite wanting to accept his offer. She could already hear the gossip of the other workers in the house…the things they would say if they saw a young maid sitting at their boss’ table.

“Screw being proper, I insist. You’ve most likely already missed your allotted eating time anyway, and that was on account of me,” Tommy brushed off her answer, “and please, call me Tommy from now on, yeah?” he added.

(Y/N) was unsure of how to feel or respond to his statement. She was confused by how she went from just another maid on the staff to spending time and having dinner with her boss and his son. It all seemed so sudden, but also so natural. She didn’t get the feeling of being unequal to Tommy while spending time with him today. He felt like he was a friend of hers, and they were catching up after being apart for some time. It certainly didn’t feel like he’d invited her out for the day to wait on him and make sure that his every need was met. She felt like she was free from her normal duties.

“Can you eat with us, please, Miss (Y/N)?” Charlie’s voice brought (Y/N) out of her thoughts, and when she focused on the boy, she saw that he had a pout on his face.

A smile formed on (Y/N)’s face as she finally gave her answer, “how can I ever say no to you, Charles?” she jokingly asked, making the boy smile widely after hearing her answer. “Thank you, Tommy,” she said softly to the boy’s father, her heart swelling once more when he sent her a smile in response.

The three then made their way back to the house, and shared a rather lovely dinner. What (Y/N) didn’t know at the time was that that dinner would be the first of many that she would share with Tommy and his son.

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LIGHTNING MCMARRIED ★ CL16

pairing: charles leclerc x fiancé! reader ( she/her )

summary: Your wedding is near and the Lightning McQueen joke continues along with the excitement.

notes: this one is set in 2024 !!! also… part four is coming soon <3

part one ★ part two ★ part three ★ part four ( soon )

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INTERVIEW — BELGIAN GP 2024

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translation: i want to love you forever

charles_leclerc’s insta story

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yourusername Can’t wait to be old and grey ❤️

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charles_leclerc Can’t wait to be a papa with you ❤️

yourusername Charlie 😭😭

charles_leclerc Imagine mini us running around!!!

yourusername Baby fever is real and you are it (same)

charles_leclerc I am baby fever

yourusername Get to work then!

charles_leclerc 😳😳😳

pierregasly why are you discussing your future CHILDREN here? mon dieu

joris__trouche Best wedding dress model

yourusername I was made for it

charles_leclerc The most beautiful human alive

maxverstappen1 SIMP

charles_leclerc What is that?

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arthur_leclerc Hi sister in law

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charles_leclerc i think i’m going to cry

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charles_leclerc Mr & Mrs McQueen

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yourusername oh i love being your wife

charles_leclerc and i love being your husband

scuderiaferrari The Leclercs! 🏎️⚡️

carlossainz55 rayo mcqueen

charles_leclerc Have this discussion with my wife

leclerc_pascale je vous adore mes anges ❤️🙏

charles_leclerc ❤️❤️

sebastianvettel Best wishes to you both! ❤️

arthur_leclerc I can’t believe i lost the bet. I can’t believe you got married

lorenzotl Pay up!

charles_leclerc You had a BET on this??

pierregasly some thought you wouldn’t get married! 🤷

charles_leclerc YOU TOO ????

landonorris like all of the grid, mate! I believed in you 💪

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charles_leclerc I WANNA RIDE IT ALL NIGHT LONG!!!!

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charles_leclerc I WANNA DRIVE IT ALL NIGHT LONG

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georgerussell63 I can’t believe we heard that song for 4 days in a row

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alexalbon it’s scary how well they know it

maxverstappen1 and they have that choreography too

carlossainz55 it’s so bad

charles_leclerc stop, you wish you had a theme song

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sunkissed face part 8 | charles leclerc

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS MASTERLIST

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend Harrison for quite a while now but when Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine go on a trip to Monaco for the F1 Grand Prix, you’re quick to tag along, even though it means spending time with Harrison’s girlfriend.

warnings: I’ve left them alone for quite a bit so they’re full of fluff. 

words count: 6k

a/n: I’m sorry it took so much time, I can’t promise the next update will be quicker, I promise I love them to bits but I suck at sticking to one task. The “meeting your dad” little blurb I had made its way to this part, though I added a few bits and bobs around it, so you don’t have exactly the same thing. It made sense to have it there, I hope you don’t mind Xx

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day 4 handmade • CL16

in which you end up making something by hand for charles' christmas gift

word count: 834

pictures from pinterest!! not proofread. also i know some of the first paragraphs are repeated, tumblr is driving me insane.

Dating Charles Leclerc is perfect. Nobody is perfect, and if you were being cynical, you could probably find one or two tiny flaws - but nothing immediately comes to mind.

Dating Charles Leclerc is perfect, until winter rolls around and you have to find him a gift for Christmas.

At your predicament, Charles simply laughs - how helpful of him. “You don’t need to give me anything, baby,” he attempts to reassure, seeing you get increasingly stressed as your Christmas shopping day proves unsuccessful.

Everything you want to buy him, because he deserves it, is too expensive, or he already owns many of - but everything you can afford,  you don’t deem good enough for his expensive tastes. “Of course I need to get you something, but what do I get for someone who has everything?” 

Charles frowns, taking your concerns seriously now. He grabs your hands and tugs you into the corner of the jewellery store (you’d been looking at rings) just to kiss your forehead and cradle your face. “You’re my everything. The best Christmas gift anybody could ask for. All of these material gifts would mean nothing, if not for you, okay? Stop stressing so much.”

And yes, that’s all very sweet and makes you feel all gooey for a while, but coming home empty-handed takes you right back to feeling stressed again. 

You end up Googlings it one night, when Charles is sleeping soundly beside you and you can’t get your brain to shut up for long enough to get some rest. 

What can I get someone who already has everything?

Vouchers. A night out. A subscription. Something handmade. 

Something handmade. Making them something is a true gift from the heart that they will value more than any expensive alternative. Okay, that’s something you could do. You could learn to knit or crochet, you might not do it very well but it’s something you could look into. 

Somewhat satisfied, you finally roll over to cuddle into Charles’ side. “Ça va?” He asks groggily, reverting back to French in his half-asleep state. 

“Oui. Retourne te coucher.” [Go back to sleep]

*

Two weeks before Christmas, Charles spends a few days in Italy for work, so you get started on his gift. There’s so many patterns and types of stitch, there’s a whole array of colours to choose from. It’s all so confusing and overwhelming that initially you don’t know where to start. 

It takes time. But the longer you spend on it, the more you start to enjoy it. You choose a red similar to Ferrari red, have an end result in your head, and you’re slow but only because you want it to be perfect for him. 

Christmas day rolls around quicker than you would have liked, simply because you love the time of year. Always an early riser, charles wakes first and makes coffee; you’re still not awake by the time he comes back, so he presses tiny, gentle kisses to make you stir. 

“Wake up mon amour,” is the first thing you hear, Charles’ whispers causing a lazy smile to pull on your lips. “It’s Christmas Day!” 

It doesn’t take long for you to get out of bed after that, too excited to linger any longer. Charles hands you his carefully wrapped gift first, a beautiful necklace with a locket containing your favourite photo together. 

“Charles, it’s beautiful. Thank you,” You kiss him tenderly, your heart swelling in your chest. He takes it from the box and clasps it around your neck, the silver heart shining in the reflection of the tree lights. 

He opens your gift next, and you watch anxiously as he takes his time on the paper. He holds the scarf delicately in his hands and seems confused at first, until you say - “I know it’s not perfect. I got myself into a bit of a knot half-way through, and I’m not sure it’s straight, but-” 

“You made this?” Charles asks, making you blush beneath his shocked, yet no less impressed, gaze. 

“It’s not much,” You admit, fiddling self-consciously with your fingers, “and I know it’s not as good as your gift, but-” 

“Y/N, I love it,” if his words aren’t enough to convince you, the beaming smile across his face certainly is. He wraps it around his neck, tying it haphazardly, before kissing you lovingly. “I love you. Thank you so much.” 

All day, he wears it proudly. To everyone else it’s just a red-scarf, but to him, it’s the best gift he’s ever been given - and he doesn’t mind saying so. 

He also wears it on track, when the new season starts. Someone makes a comment about it once, and just a look from Charles shuts them up immediately. From then on, nobody says a word about his new red scarf. 

You ask him about it, out of sheer amusement. “Why do you like wearing the scarf so much, baby?” 

Charles doesn’t even hesitate, the smallest of smiles on his handsome face. “It reminds me of home.” 

𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡'𝐬 𝟏𝟐 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 • 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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OMG, this is the sweetest thing I have ever read on this website!

Tout

Pierre Gasly x Reader

Summary: Pierre needs help writing a love letter.

Warnings: Language, little bit of drinking mention.

Word Count: 2402

Authors note: I am so sorry this took so long, there has been so much going on my side. I hope it is okay and I can’t wait to hear what you all think 

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“Open up!” Charles knew Pierre was hiding behind the hotel door, but he wasn’t letting his friend miss out on another night of drinks with the other drivers, “Come and get drinks with us mate!”

His knocking was incessant.

“I am busy Charles!” Pierre looked as frustrated as he sounded, pulling the door open so quickly that Charles was momentarily concerned it may come off its hinges, “no drinks tonight, not until I’m done.” Offering no further explanation as he retreated back into his room, closing the door behind him as he left.

Charles braced his hand against the closing door and followed Pierre in, gearing up to argue with him about having to take a break from work and try and convince his friend that this is what they all needed after the abysmal season so far, but instead he was stopped mid thought when he saw Pierre’s bed, littered with crumpled up papers, notepad abandoned amongst them and a very distressed looking Pierre sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

“Mate, what’s going on?” it was only when Pierre briefly looked up to his friend that he noticed the very small sliver on a tear beginning to brim, “Shit, are you okay?” Charles stood awkwardly, unsure of what was happening, but sure that if it was enough to make Pierre cry it was bound to be awful.

“She’s going to leave me” Pierre hated saying it, but he knew this was exactly where it was headed.

“What do you mean she’s going to leave you?” you could absolutely not, by any means, leave Pierre. Charles knew how in love Pierre was with you, he was absolutely smitten, spoke about you like you were there goddess of love herself and he would be devasted if he lost you.

“We got into this massive fight before I left for the race and she basically just said she feels like I don’t actually love her because I never open up to her and she feels like she’s just there as some sort of entertainment for me,” Pierre paused, the entire fight replaying in his mind, “I made the woman I love with every ounce of my being, question if I actually did because I am so emotionally stunted I cannot open up and be vulnerable, God I am a dogshit boyfriend” Pierre felt sick at the thought of viewing you as nothing other than a little play thing for himself when in reality he would willing give up his soul in order to keep you if that’s what it took, “So I’m trying to write her a letter, to like, try and explain to her what she means to me, but I just, I’m not even sure the words have been invented yet for what I feel for her and I just, I’m clearly a fucking idiot”, Pierre was suddenly angry, now pacing up and down in front of Charles as he continued venting about his incapability to be a decent boyfriend, “why the fuck can I not just write a letter to the woman I plan on marrying telling her that I love her more than life itself?”

The look he was given Charles made him confused if it was a question he was actually meant to answer or if it was rhetorical.

“Okay, wait, why don’t you just tell her what you’ve literally been telling all of us since the moment you met her?” this was a no brainer to Charles, this is an issue that could be sorted out within 30 minutes, and they would be back down in the bar with their mates in no time.

“Because I look at her and my brain doesn’t work and I thought it was all going fine and she like, knew how I felt, you know?” Clearly Pierre was wrong about you knowing anything about how he felt about you.

“Well, how is she meant to know how you feel if you don’t tell her?” considering how Pierre looked like he was about to slaughter Charles, that was probably definitely the wrong thing to say, “Okay, so, letter, yes, writing a letter, how far have you gotten?”

Pierre wordlessly handed Charles the note pad and he began to read over what was already written.

“You think it’s awful” Pierre had been watching Charles read the poem, face grimacing every other line at the poorly worded letter.

“No, no, it’s good”.

It wasn’t.

“You hate it, which means she is going to hate it” Pierre was beginning to resign himself to a single man. He didn’t deserve someone like you if he couldn’t even be vulnerable and open with you about how he felt.

“I don’t hate it”

He hated it.

“You’re making a face!”

“What face?”

“That fucking face!” Pierre mimicked Charles face as he was reading the letter.

Charles was definitely making that face.

“I just think maybe we relook at parts of it?” Charles was already suggesting, coming up with significantly more eloquent ways of wording all of it.

“Yeah? What parts?” Pierre sounded hopeful for a moment, maybe he hadn’t completely ruined it all with you just yet.

“Like, maybe, like, all, all of it” Charles tried, he really tried but God, they were going to have to scrap this entire thing, start right from the beginning again, “I’m just going to call the boys, let them know what the plans are okay”

“I mean, don’t tell them all of it, just tell them we aren’t going to make it to drinks” Pierre was eternally thankful for the help his friend was offering him.

Charles was definitely telling them all of it.

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“This is what you were planning on giving her?” George was shocked, out of all of them, he definitely assumed Pierre was one who was able to be a little bit more poetic when it came to the woman he loves, but this was, this was not good at all.

“Listen, how honest do you want us to be?” Lando didn’t know how kind he was expected to be here, but my god, this was awful.

“Charles already made it clear that it wasn’t good, thanks mate” Pierre let out a groan, falling backwards on the bed as the other five drivers all stood scattered around the room.

“I mean, we can call it what it is, dogshit” Max only just dodged the punch to his arm that was sent by Charles in defence of his friend.

“And Y/n said she is going to leave you?” Carlos was trying to fully understand the entire situation, still unsure of what was going on.

“She didn’t say she was going to leave him” Charles tried to summarize what Pierre had explained to him over and over again as they waited for the others to join them upstairs.

“It was just heavily implied that she might not be at home when I got there” every single one of the boys’ eyes shifted to Pierre, the fear evident in his voice.

“You have to rewrite this” a seriousness overtook George, suddenly determined to make sure that Pierre did not mess this up.

“Yes, that’s pretty fucking evident George, but as we have established, I am pretty, what, horseshit-”

“Dogshit” Max immediately interrupted Pierre.

“Dogshit at it” Pierre nodded at Max, sarcastically thanking him for his correction.

“That’s why we are here to help” Charles was trying to boost morale over the entire situation.

“Who wouldn’t want a love letter written by a bunch of drunk men and someone who is emotionally constipated” Lando shot the group a thumbs up, although not a single ounce of sarcasm was laced in his voice, truly believing himself that this may potentially end up being the greatest love letter ever written.

Pierre sat staring at all his friends, a bewildered expression on his face, “She’s going to fucking leave me.”

“No, no, this is fine, we just,” George ripped out the page and tossed it in the bin as he made his way to the small desk that occupied the room, assigning himself the duty of scribe, convinced out of all of them his handwriting may be the only real legible one, “we start off slow”.

“Yes! Slow, simple!” Carlos was now standing, pacing the room as he thought, conjuring every ounce of his Spanish passion that he had been imbued with since birth, “My dearest- what do you call her?”

“Y/n?” Pierre wasn’t sure how to answer this question, but he quickly assumed he had answered incorrectly as a pillow was thrown in his direction and a chorus of ‘No’s” were flung at him simultaneously.

“You call the love of your life by her first name?” Charles now understood why Pierre was slowly losing hope of you staying with him.

“Oh, uhm, I call her tout” Pierre blushed at the admission, Charles having to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from smiling over how fucking cute that was.

“Okay, fuck, yeah, that’s cute, start the letter as tout only” Charles began curating the letter, already feeling good about where it was going.

“What does tout mean?” Lando asked what the others were thinking, also wanting to be let in on the whatever cuteness Charles was talking about.

“Everything” Pierre whispered.

“What the fuck, where did that come from?” Carlos was sure he couldn’t even have come up with something like that.

“Well, that’s what she is to me, the beginning and the end and every second in between, she is everything” Pierre shrugged, not aware of the power of what he just so casually said.

“Why do you need help writing this letter mate?” Lando spoke on behalf of everyone in the room, because, shit, if someone had said something like that about him, he would fucking melt.

“Because evidently he cannot write a decent paragraph that puts a sentence like that in it without somehow botching it” Charles brain was now working overtime, trying to figure out a way to start putting the first paragraph down, “Now, what should we say?”

And so, the evening went, ideas being thrown in and out, vetoing sentences that Lando tried to sneak in there, genuinely hurt when nearly every single good line he had was excluded, to such an extent that Pierre ended up insisting they put at least one in, his friends smile a guarantee that he wouldn’t complain anymore after that.

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“We cannot have another line about how she takes his breath away, at this point this is basically a confession that he’s being suffocated” Charles tried to argue.

“Suffocated by her love!” George defended.

“That does not sound like a good thing” Carlos had drifted off into space, picturing you choking Pierre, a small giggle leaving him as he did, the sight supremely funny in his drunken state.

“What if!” Lando began before silence overtook the entire room, waiting for him to continue, “Okay, yes, what if we like spoke about her looks for a second, girls love being told they are pretty don’t they?” He waited for a round of nods before continuing, “So we talk about how you get lost in those eyes of hers and how you have to contain yourself when you catch a glimpse of her hourglass figure and how you can feel the goosebumps on your skin when you hear her say your name” there was suddenly a far-away look in his eyes, all of the drivers glancing at each other, silently agreeing that he was speaking from what seemed a very personal perspective, “lando” all though that last part was a whisper, all of them had clearly heard him.

“Uhm, so, you’re not allowed to partake anymore” Charles had decided on behalf of all of them, and honestly, Lando should be thankful it was Charles instead of Pierre putting his foot down, because the way Pierre was suddenly looking at him, one more comment and he was a dead man.

“Okay, but maybe we should stop here, this is already 6 pages long and I think we may be waffling at this point” George tried to conclude this, despite being proud of all of it, at some point, words lose their power when there are too many of them.

“6 fucking pages?” Max was shocked, he might not know much about all of this, but he knew that was too many fucking words, haphazardly thrown on those pages, no matter how hard they had tried, “too long, there is no way she’s taking in any of that”.

They were defeated, each and every one of them, all running out of steam the later the evening got, and the more alcohol they got into their system.

“We need to make her see how important she is, but in significantly less words, you got to dig deep my friend, in your soul, share it all with her” Carlos was nearly pleading at this point, desperate to get to bed.

Silence took over as Pierre absorbed what Carlos had said.

‘In your soul’

“I have it” Pierre was snatching the note pad before any of them could even react, turning to a new page and scribbling down the few words he was sure would save everything, would save himself, all the other boys craning their necks to look what he wrote.

Finishing the short letter quickly, he turned to the rest of them, holding the letter up for them to all deny or approve, a chorus of “fucking finally” and “well done, it’s perfect” falling from all their lips.

“Think it will be enough?” Pierre was insecure, asking Charles his honest opinion once all the other boys had left his hotel room in search of their own beds, but he knew this was the truth, this was him opening up the barest part of him in the hopes you would understand how he truly felt about you.

“If that isn’t enough, I have no idea what would ever work”

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Tout

I searched for the right words to adequately express how much you mean to me, how deeply I love you.

 I ripped apart my very soul to find them and instead what I found in there, all that existed in there, from the beginning to the end and all the seconds between, was one thing.

You.

-Forever Yours

[honestlyspookytyphoon]

i don’t know if i’m too late to the drabble thing, but can i ask for you to write more about tink and charles before the first part? like just him being infatuated with her? or like him realising how much he liked her?

If there ever was one thing that Sebastian would miss from his Scuderia days, it was going to be watching Charles drool from across the room, whenever Tink would appear in the garage. There was something so endearing to it that Seb loved to witness and gently poke fun to Charles about and he would certainly miss it when he was going to move to Aston Martin next year.

“Your jaw is on the floor again, Charles,” Seb mentioned.

“Shut up,” Charles blushed.

In about a few seconds, Charles’ face would match the colour of his polo and Seb would gulp his laughter down so he wouldn’t make it painfully obvious that he knew about Charles’ fat crush on their communication officer. Tink was sporting that big ass Ferrari coat that she had picked up at the start of the season and wouldn’t let go of. It was almost three sizes too big for her and she was drowning in it, her hands long gone in the red sleeves which made her job so much more difficult when she was supposed to take pictures with her camera or her work phone, but still, she refused to be given another jacket, because “she liked that one”.

It had been a long time since the rest of the team had stopped arguing with her about it. She was known to be the tiny social media admin in her big ass coat by everyone else and it was okay for her. She liked the room it provided. It felt like being hugged by a cloud, she would state.

“Hey guys,” Tink grinned at the both of them.

“Hi Tink,” Seb waved back. “Are you coming to take pictures of are you coming to fetch us for another YouTube challenge?”

“I’m afraid this weekend will be lacking some fun,” She shrugged. “No time for a challenge, this week.”

“That’s too bad,” Charles coughed a little.

“Yep, really too bad,” Seb teased.

“I thought you hated those?” Tink frowned.

“Oh I do, but it’s always nice to be spending time as a team. Also, Charles seems to love them.”

“That’s because he wins,” Tink laughed.

“I don’t always win,” Charles blushed.

“Eh, sometimes you have to let the old man win,” Seb smirked. “What are you coming for?”

“The mechanics told me to stop bothering them and they shooed me away,” Tink shrugged. “I did get up close and a bit too personal,” She grimaced.

“That’s okay, you can stay with us,” Seb draped an arm around her shoulder, letting her lean against his shoulder. “We smell better than them, anyway.”

“That you do.”

Seb risked a glance to Charles. He had no idea what to do with his hands and his gaze was fixed on something on the wall in front of them. The vein on his neck was bulging out so much, Seb was starting to worry his teammate was in the middle of an aneurysm. But then Charles grabbed his water bottle and downed half of it in one go and Seb couldn’t stop the chuckle.

“What’s funny?” Tink inquired.

“Nothing, I just remembered something,” Seb smiled down to her. “Hey, wanna grab a bite before we have to go back to the cars?”

“Sure.”

Charles was so visibly jealous it should have been a joke, but by the time they reached the small hallway leading outside of the garage, Seb had turned back on his heels and announced he had forgotten something. A small glance at Britta and she nodded with a conspicuous smile.

“Hey, Charles, wanna come with us? I’m taking Tink to the hospitality to grab something to eat.”

“Sure,” Charles nodded.

“She’s waiting in the corridor, I’m just grabbing my phone and I’ll join you.”

“Okay.”

“Seb?” Britta approached. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

“Can it wait?”

“I’m afraid not,” Britta grimaced.

“You two go without me, apologise to Tink on my behalf, okay?”

“Sure,” Charles smiled.

As Charles walked to join Tink and covered the shoulders Seb had kept warm a few minutes before, the older driver couldn’t help watching them and grin. They looked like younger versions of him and his wife and he loved the fact that Charles seemed so deep into his infatuation that he never understood that Tink wouldn’t trade her jacket because it was the one Charles had fetched for her on her first day, helping her into it and apologising for not having been able to find something at her size.

“Do you think they’ll get together, at some point?” Seb asked Britta.

“You sure try your best,” The blonde laughed. “They’re cute together.”

“They are,” Seb smiled.

“How long will it take him to realise that you lose half of those challenges on purpose just to make him look better to her eyes?”

“Hopefully, he will never find out about that,” Seb grinned. “That one can stay between us.”

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[honestlyspookytyphoon]

LIGHTNING MCLOVER ★ CL16

pairing: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!reader (she/her)

summary: You see people comparing Charles with Lightning McQueen screenies and get obsessed with it.

note: i just… i needed to do it, this whole f1 as the cars franchise is the best thing to ever happen to me.

part two -> lightning mcute

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[honestlyspookytyphoon]

say cheese 📸

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!photographer!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: lucky me this made it out of my drafts 🎉 lmk what you guys think! also if anyone wants to be part of my permanent taglist, pls lmk hehe

about: fans absolutely adore the way you are able to capture charles in photos (plus what's a little harm with an accidental post that made its way to your account)

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ynfilms back in monaco 🌊

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ynfilms love you to the moon and saturn :)

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lecshamilt0n posting a picture of charles so boyfriend-y and so intimate to a taylor swift lyric is just so sick!!!

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charles_leclerc I always thought I was just a fan of cameras, turns out, I loved smiling in photos when you're the one behind the lenses. I do not know the first thing about photography, but I do know every picture of you I have deserves to be treasured.

The day you took your first picture of me was the same day you captured my heart. It's been yours ever since.

tagged: yourusername and ynfilms

carlossainz55 Does this mean Y/N will stop being my photographer at Ferrari

charles_leclerc Yeah cause she's my girlfriend yourusername no carlos, don't listen to him

charlosfan god no wonder she captures charles so well??? cause they have each other's hearts???

gaslysgirl Did not think going on Instagram will only remind me how loveless my life really is but ok

sainznorris FINALLY MY PARENTS

yourusername you know what i'm kinda glad i forgot to switch accounts and posted that on my work photography ig (hehe love you, baby)

charles_leclerc More glad than you cause I finally get to show you off pierregasly You put the cheesy in say cheese mate

yourusername

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yourusername i was about to quit photography as a whole when i got accepted as a photographer for ferrari. who knew accepting this job when i was on the brink of losing what i was passionate about would only be the reason why i wake up every day doing what i love and living my best life.

bonus: i met the love of my life while doing it 🤍 it was later that i realized i don't just love taking pictures in general, i adored who i was taking photos of.

took a while before we shared with the world what we meant to each other, but the answer to why i capture charles so well — i take photos from my heart, which incidentally, belongs to him.

reputationcl who's cutting onions whhy are there tears in my eyes

sainzoperator THIS SOME SWEET ASS SHIT I CANT TAKE IT

lovingscuderia sleeping on a highway doesnt sound like a bad idea

danielricciardo EVERYONE RUN! The ants are here...

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12

notes: this took like 2 hours lolol lmk what u guys think <3 hopefully i can finish all my wip's and get to the requests hehe thank you for reading :D

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Moving In And Moving On

Summary: After months of being for sale, the house across Pascale’s is sold to a young woman, Y/N. When summer comes, both women have grown close and Pascale tries to set her up with her son, Charles. However, unbeknownst to Pascale, Y/N happens to be the woman who broke Charles’ heart not so long ago…

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female reader, but Pascale turned out to be the main character lol

Warnings: Angst (fed by a cruel thing called reality) – Brief mentions of loved ones passing away – The ending sucks, but I could not come up with anything better for now

Word count: +/- 2.5k

Author’s note: This piece was initially written as part 2 to ‘Cake, coffee and…Charles’, but it can also be read as a standalone. English is not my first language, so please forgive me any grammar mistakes and incoherent writing.

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Pascale was surprised when the ‘For Sale’-sign disappeared out of the front garden from the house across hers. The house had been empty since the elderly owners – Philippe and Lydia, two 80-plussers who had been together for over 65 years - moved to a care home several years ago and after both of them passed away, the family decided to sell it.

For the entire 15 years Pascale has been living in the neighbourhood, the house has been there. She warmed up to the elderly couple living across her quite soon and since then, Pascale had been there many times to chat or to help Philippe and Lydia with gardening or housekeeping when they were having health issues. In a way, the house was a part of her life. That is why, in a fit of nostalgia and melancholy, she decided to get the spare key and cross the street to visit the house one last time, before it would be teared down.

Pascale starts her tour in the small garden at the back, in which rare flowers used to blossom. She lively remembered the times when Philippe and Lydia brought her a small bouquet of these flowers to thank her, just because. Now, these flowers are all gone, overgrown by weed. From the garden, Pascale spots the small balcony at the side of the house, from which you have an amazing view of the surroundings. Philippe would sometimes serenade Lydia from below, knowing these romantic things riled her up the wall. Another fond memory of ancient times.

When Pascale enters the house, it is pitch black and musty. She tries to open the blinds but they are rusted. The power is out as well, so she uses the flashlight of her phone to get one last look of the interior. Despite the deck of dust and the fact that it surely is outdated – the house was built somewhere in the 1960’s –, the interior still creates a feeling of coming home, a safe haven. This feeling also appealed to Pascale’s three sons, who visited Philippe and Lydia from to time when they were young as the house looked like their grandparents’, who passed away too soon. When reminiscing the fond memories of her sons with ‘Phi and Ly’, she spots a picture of the five of them on the dresser. She remembers taking the picture during one of the many cookie-baking sprees on Wednesday afternoon: Lorenzo’s eyes were shooting daggers at Arthur for eating all the cookies, Charles was nickering and Philippe and Lydia were looking fondly at the three menaces in front of them. She gifted them the picture on their 60th anniversary and she never forgot their heartfelt reactions. Feeling tears welling up in her eyes, Pascale decides to take the picture with her before exiting via the back door. It was a house full of memories and history and Pascale hoped that the new owners could feel that too.

A few days after Pascale’s visit, the new owner arrived: Y/N, a 26-year-old woman. Since the house Y/N bought was old, much work needed to be done to meet current requirements and increase the comfort. As Y/N is just at the start of her career and many of Y/N’s savings were used to buy the house, she could not afford professional contractors to renovate the house; with the help of her parents and family, she is doing it all by herself.  However, as she has a full-time job, all work needs to be done during the weekends and after work, disturbing the peace in the otherwise quiet neighbourhood. Hence, to make sure her neighbours do not hate her already, she decides to visit them all to inform them on the upcoming works and to discuss planning.

Pascale was the last neighbour she visited. Y/N had knocked on Pascale’s front door a couple of time during the past weeks, but to no avail. The other neighbours had told Y/N about the special bond between Pascale and the previous owners, so she knew that this talk could be hard; she had to be delicate. Not that she held any accountability to Pascale – Y/N bought the house after all – but she had felt similarly when her grandmother’s house was sold; it takes time to accept that a place one grew accustomed is no longer there. Hence, Y/N wanted to show Pascale what the house would look like in the end and ensure her that she did not expect Pascale to accept her immediately. Taking one deep breath, Y/N rang the doorbell of Avenue Paul Doumer 5.

--- Three months later ----

The construction works were in full swing. The facade stones were taken away, cleaned and reused, the house’s insulation was improved and the windows were replaced. Today, Y/N and her nephew were removing the roof tiles to check and repair the underlying woodwork. Pascale watches both of them through her window. In the past months, she and Y/N have grown close. Pascale needed some time to get used to the new situation, but Y/N had been very understanding and an absolute sweetheart. The construction works never started before 7 a.m. and always ended at 10:30 p.m. sharp as agreed upon with the neighbourhood, she informed everybody upfront when there were any changes in the schedules, and she insisted to pay for the water, electricity and utensils she used. Pascale and Y/N always had a small chat when they saw each other and Lorenzo and Arthur, who visited their mom every month, also grew fond of her. Y/N was yet to meet Charles though, Pascale’s middle son, due to his busy racing schedule.

If he only met her, Pascale thought, she is the type of girl he needs. With the F1 summer break just around the corner and the final phase of the construction works nearing, an idea popped up in Pascale’s head.

---- August -----

The day of the street BBQ had come. Pascale had been preparing this event for weeks: doing a tour around the neighbourhood to fix a date, visiting the town hall to get permission to close the street, rent the tables, seats and parasols, making decorations and, of course, preparing the food and drinks – it has been hectic, but she was determined to make this day perfect.  

It was now 3 p.m. Charles parked his Ferrari at the small parking lot at the church and jogged his way over to his mother’s house. He knew he was running a bit late - something that his mother always told him was disrespectful - but he was met with a little fan on his way to the BBQ and he just could not refuse the small boy’s request to sign his drawing. When he spotted Pascale on the street, a small smile grew on his face; he loved his mom so dearly and it has been way to long since the last time they saw each other.

Pascale has been chatting with Y/N for almost 30 minutes now, only interrupted by her two sons – who told her that Charles would arrive a little later – and some other neighbours. Y/N was dressed in a loose floral dress that came a little above the knees, paired with white sneakers. She was wearing very little make-up and, much to Pascale’s relief, no wedding or engagement ring. Together with the fact that she had never seen any men at the site except for family members and never saw another car in the driveway than Y/N’s, Pascale was convinced that Y/N was single. She knew Charles was too but not wanting to be too intrusive, she decided to just plant a seed between Charles and her new neighbour today and see it from there.

When she heard the deep sound of Charles’ Ferrari, Pascale told Y/N that her third son had arrived and that she would be right back. Y/N’s hands became sweaty. Ever since she found out Pascale was Charles’ mom, she had been dreading this moment. There was no turning back now though.

---- Flashback ----

When Y/N visited Pascale for the first time last winter, her eyes quickly landed on all the family portraits hanging on the wall. It were paintings of a family of five, probably made by her sons in preschool, and pictures of Lorenzo, Arthur and Charles in different periods of their lives. In the middle hung a beautiful black-and-white picture of her husband, Hervé, who sadly passed away when the kids were still little. “There has been no other man in my life ever since”, Pascale said, the love for her deceased husband still evident in her voice. Looking at the paintings and pictures, Pascale could not help but be proud of where her family was now. Arthur and Charles were professional athletes and Lorenzo was active in finance. Both Lorenzo and Arthur had a lovely girlfriend, the eldest already thinking about children. Charles, however, was less steady when it came to love. After two long-term relationships, Charles got a bit lost; it was not easy for Charles to maintain a relationship given his hectic and public life. Although Pascale was sceptical and warned her son many times – as there are always people who try to surf on other’s success –, it hurt her to see him like this, trying to erase the loneliness inside him with alcohol and volatile love. At the end of last season though, a little spark returned in Charles’ eyes. He did not disclose much to his mom, apart from that he met a girl in France whilst being out with Pierre and some other friends and that they were texting each other very often. She had not heard him talk about her since the new season started, so she assumed that she was just another fling.

“That’s Lorenzo, this is Arthur and that’s Charles. Aren’t they beautiful young men, Y/N?” Pascale asked.

“They are, Pascale, they are”, Y/N replied. She was still looking at the picture of Charles, all memories of last winter hitting her like a truck.

It was almost a year ago when Charles and Y/N met each other in a small café in the south of France. Charles was out with his friends, unwinding from the previous season and enjoying a short get-away to prepare for the upcoming winter testing. Y/N happened to be in Nîmes that week for work and that is how they met. She had been quite bold that afternoon, handing her number to Charles when she left the café, fully well knowing who he was. She never expected him to do something with it – he was one of world’s eligible bachelors after all – so she almost fainted when he called her the next day, saying how much he liked talking to her. They kept texting from that day onwards, throwing in the occasional FaceTime-call late at night. Despite the fact that they were both busy and lived in other countries, not a day passed without contact. Long story short, Y/N and Charles were falling for each other, hard.

Pierre did not stop teasing Charles about it, relieved to see his best friend happy again. The people at Ferrari knew that there was something going on, sensing that the fast laps Charles was setting were not only due to the changes to the car. His brothers noticed he was mentally somewhere else when he did no longer weep the floor with Arthur during their weekly tennis matches. The presence of Y/N in Charles’ life changed him, but in a good way. He was glowing.

Y/N grew fonder of Charles by the second; he was such a sweetheart. While she was not into F1 that much before she met him, she was learning about the sport and following the testing sessions in Bahrein, such that they could talk about it without her sounding like a complete and utter fool. She found a renewed motivation in her work, supported by Charles who was amazed by both her beauty and brains – and he told her that, every day. She got back into learning French such that she could – or, at least, try – to talk to Charles in his mother tongue. In return, he gave her cute, French nicknames that made her blush, which Charles found incredibly endearing. She was glowing.

However, when it hit Y/N that the F1 season would be starting soon, she started to think. She loved Charles, she was sure of that, but a long-term relationship would not work. She had her responsibilities at home and Charles would be busy travelling, training and racing - she had been in a similar relationship before and things ended badly. The media would focus more on him too after he finished 2nd in last year's championship, attracting the attention from (new) female fans. Not that Y/N was the jealous type or that she did not trust him, but she knew there are women out there who are better suited for Charles, beautiful women who are willing to make sacrificies. Women Charles deserves. Therefore, before Y/N would move to her new home and Charles would start the season, they met in Turin to talk about it all. Y/N told Charles about her sorrows and although he wanted to deny it, despite him wanting all her reasoning to be wrong, despite him wanting to tell her to listen to her heart instead of her head, he knew she was right. Therefore, Charles and Y/N used the rest of that week in Turin to feel what it could have been; they had date nights in cosy restaurants, strolled through the city, went on hikes together and made the sweetest love. After sharing one last kiss at the airport and promising each other to never forget what they shared, Charles and Y/N parted ways.

For good.

---- Present -----  

Pascale swiftly disappeared to find her son. The local cover band Pascale hired was giving it all on the small stage and people were chatting away and enjoying the delicious pastries from the local bakery shop just a few blocks away. Y/N started mingling with Sebastien and Amélie, a young couple that was also relatively new to the neighbourhood.

Once he greeted everybody at the party, Charles was finally able to give his mom a proper hug. After a preach on how she does not see him enough and once made sure that he does take care of himself and eating enough, Pascale started updating him on all the latest gossip. Charles loves to gossip, especially with his mom because he loves how invested she is in it. After 20 minutes or so, when she decided she told Charles everything he needed to know, Pascale started to look around. She spotted Y/N a few tables further away, entertaining little Kasper. “I want you to meet our new neighbour, Charles. She is there with Kasper and Amélie. Come on.”

Although Charles did not know his mom’s new neighbour, he felt like he already did based on the stories Lorenzo and Arthur had been telling. From what he heard, she seems to be a lovely young woman. When he looked into the direction of little Kasper, he spotted her. She was wearing a white dress, which contrasted nicely against her bronzed skinned. Her hair was up in a messy bun, showing the delicate skin of her neck and shoulders. When he heard that the neighbours’ name was Y/N, his thoughts instinctively drifted back to his Y/N, his lost love, the woman whom he shared to best week of his life with. However, he never thought it would actually be her but now that he sees her, her petite frame, he knows it is her. The woman whose body he knows like the circuit of Monaco. The woman who still owns his heart. The woman he said goodbye to in Turin.

For good.

At least, that is what they both thought. Pascale gently taps Y/N on her shoulder. She turns around. “Y/N, I want you to meet my son Charles. Charles, this is Y/N, the new neighbour I told you about”.

Their eyes meet, for the first time in months. 

Should they act as if they never met?

Should she tell him that she moved on?

Should he tell her that he has not?

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#f1 x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #f1 imagine #charles leclerc angst

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Go read ‘Wrapped in Red’ by @etoileholland, it is a wonderful series and I cannot wait for more parts to follow! 😍

CHAPTER 3 - Candlewax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: none at all

a/n: it’s a miracle! I’m finally updating this fic! I know it’s been a very long time since the first two chapters were posted, but I felt as though I never had the time to finish. I do now, so I really hope you enjoy!

Tom couldn’t stop thinking about the moment when you kissed him on the cheek. He’s never felt more giddy over someone, and you were consuming all of his thoughts. When he closed his eyes, he saw you. When he had a free moment, he thought of you. He never stopped thinking of you, but with the happiness of you, a realisation hit him.

You were moving away to university.

The thought of you leaving filled him with immense melancholy, but he knew that he couldn’t stand in your way. This was a huge moment for you, so even though he was sad about you leaving, he had to support you wholeheartedly.

A few days passed, and it was now New Year’s Eve. Tom hadn’t heard from you since Christmas dinner, but he knew you were busy with the move. Still, worry washed over him, and he wanted to go and check up on you to make sure you were okay.

He was set to go to a New Year’s party, which was thrown at the Madison at St. Paul’s. Harrison was especially excited to attend the party, because it was rumored that the cast of Love Island would be there, and none of the boys wanted to miss out on that. Tom sent a quick text to you, and unenthusiastically continued to get ready.

“Are you coming?” Harrison bellowed from the other room. He emerged into the doorframe, adjusting his bow tie. “I don’t wanna be late–I’ve waited like all year for this.”

“I don’t wanna be late either!” Harry shouted from down the hall. “I need to meet Maura soo bad.”

Tom glanced down at his phone when he noticed that you had texted him back. He read your message, and his eyebrows furrowed together. “Actually, I think you should go by yourself. Y/N’s spending the night packing up the house, so I’m going to help her instead.”

Loud footsteps came within earshot, and a few seconds later, Harry was standing in the doorframe. “You coming?”

“No.” Tom answered. “I was just telling Haz I’m not gonna make it, you guys can go without me.”

Harrison titled his head to look at Harry. “He’s gonna go to Y/N’s instead.”

At the mention of your name, Harry’s face lit up. “Ooh, how exciting.” Harry glanced over at Harrison and gave him a smirk. “Tom’s definitely going to have more fun at Y/N’s”.

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#tom holland imagine #christmas fluff #fanfiction #tom holland x reader

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Little Cupid

Summary: you meet an adorable little girl at your friend’s wedding. At the end, she happened to be the best possible wing-woman her really attractive cousin could have asked for.

Wordcount: +/- 3.5k

Pairing: non-famous!Charles x non-famous!reader

Warnings: Angst, but I am also a hopeless romantic so the end might turn out sweeter than Pixie Sticks 👀  Not really proof-read. My apologies for any incoherence and bad writing. Feedback is, as always, more than welcome! 😊

L/G/N: Little Girl’s Name - Y/N: Your Name - I will go with Charles for now as male lead (I mean, look at him!) but feel free to change it yourself - Y/F/S: Your Favourite Song

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It was July 23rd, meaning that summer was at its peak. It was 1.30 pm and the sun had been shining brighter than during every other day that year, which you believed had to be a good omen. It is not that you were superstitious, but life had been rough on you the past couple of months and you made it your personal mission to find those little sparks of happiness again everywhere you went and in everything you did.

A few months ago, you and your boyfriend went separate ways after almost 6 years together. It was truly a wonderful relationship and, in contrary to what everyone seemed to expect once you break up, you did not regret a single second of it. He had been your everything, your rock-bottom. He was the person you first called when something happened in your life. He was there through all the highs and lows. He was your first ‘good morning’ and last ‘good night’. He was the one who loved you when you did not. Your family absolutely adored him and you really thought you two were endgame.

However, after 5 years together and looking for a little house for you two, you noticed him slip away. His texts became shorter and less frequent. Instead of going on holidays with you - under the guise of not being able to close his business for so long - he chose to go on holidays with his friends or to go to the track to support the GT3 team he used to work for. He did not seem keen on moving in anymore, on sharing his life with you. His own dreams became bigger than the dreams you shared. He always said he wanted to marry and have kids - god, you two even made a shortlist with names -, but he seemed to become more and more reluctant to both ideas. You were no longer his number 1 and your future together was no longer the reason he worked long hours for. You both did not known when exactly things started to go south but they did and there was no going back. The split rather came as a shock to you two and both of your families and you were still not entirely over it, but you knew it was for the best.

Hence, you were a bit scared to arrive at the townhall alone instead of with your expected +1, not ready to be met with pitying looks and well-meant but unneeded break up advice. It even took quite some convincing from your friend’s part to get you to come to her wedding in the first place, but after a while you gave in. You owned her that after everything she did for you the past months and, as a close friend, you were more than happy to celebrate this special day with her.

The ceremony had been brief but wonderful. While the newly-weds got into the car that would bring them to the party venue a few kilometers up north, you looked back one more time and you hoped that you would ever be able to find that type of love again.

After returning home, you replied to the most urgent emails and ran some errands before you got ready for the wedding reception and afterparty. Luckily for you, the thermometer still indicated 25°C , which allowed you put on the most gorgeous festive attire you owned. It was a mustard-coloured one-shoulder jumpsuit that hugged your petite frame in all the right places. It highlighted the few female traits you did have and, helped by a pair of solid nude heels, it made your legs look endless. After a last quick check in the mirror, you closed the door and made your way towards the party.

Although you were right on time, the reception was already in full swing when you arrived. You spotted some friends in the back of the garden, so after congratulating the couple again and having a short chat with the family, you got yourself a glass of champagne and walked to their table.

On your way, you were stopped by a small girl who was without a doubt the most adorable little creature you had ever seen. With her braided curly hair, cute mint green dress, matching shoes and little tiara, she looked like she walked straight out of a Disney movie. You guessed she was not older than 4. To your surprise, she had a mustard-coloured flower clamped firmly between her two small hands, almost as she was scared to lose it.

You looked around to see if someone was searching for her but since nobody seemed to be bothered, you kneeled down to meet her level and greeted the little girl.

“Hello there, what is your name?”, you asked. 

 “Ello. My name is L/G/N”, she said. 

 “Hi L/G/N, I am Y/N. How can I help you?”. You did not know her and you were curious what she was up to. 

“I wanted to give you this”, she answered and handed you the flower. “Also, I think you are really pretty”, she giggled coyly.

“Oh, thank you! That is very kind of you”, you smiled and signaled her to come closer. “Can I tell you a secret?”, you whispered. She nodded eagerly, causing her tiara to wiggle up and down so hard it almost fell off her head. 

 “Did you know that I wanted to buy this dress as well?”, you asked, slightly tugging at the small sleeves of the little dress. 

 “Really?!”, she whisper-yelled. 

 “Yes, really. But the shop assistant said that I could not buy it because it belonged to a real princess. And since you are wearing the dress, you must have been the princess she was talking about! Do you like princesses?”, you tried. 

 “Uhu, my favourite princess is Belle, she is so pretty. And I like Pendule too”, she said, showing a toothy grin.

“He is really cool indeed”, you replied, remembering him from the times you watched Beauty and the Beast yourself. “Are you here alone?”, you asked. 

“No, I am here with mommy and daddy but they are talking to nanna so uncle Charles decided to play hide-and-seek with me. But I found him, look!”, she exclaimed enthusiastically and she pointed towards a guy you had not seen before. He was already looking your way, probably alerted by the squeals from the little girl.

Charles was absolutely breathtaking. He seemed to be your age and he was wearing a slick black suit, which was perfectly tailored and highlighted his athletic form. Together with the black tie and patent shoes, he just radiated confidence - something you found widely attractive. His dark brown hair looked thick and healthy and the small golden earring in his left ear gave him some edginess. He really was what you called a picture perfect. Charles smiled at you politely, already intrigued by the gorgeous woman his niece was talking to and wanting to meet her later that night too.

You smiled too and averted your attention back to the cute girl in front of you. “Oh, okay. What about you back to Charles and continue playing?” 

 “I want to play with you too”, she said softly, clearly disappointed that you were leaving. 

 “Look, what about I go to my friends now for a while and you come to me after dinner? Then we can draw and do silly dances?”, you asked, “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, ‘s good”, she giggled, “Bye Y/N!” and off she went.

Later that night, not even a minute after dinner had finished and the speeches were given, you found L/G/N standing next to you. This time, however, she was not alone. 

“I am so sorry”, Charles said, “But I really couldn’t hold her down any longer”. He gave you an apologetic smile. “She seems to be very fond of you”, he continued. And I can totally see why, he whispered to himself. 

“It is okay, really. I promised her to play after dinner, didn’t I?”, you said, picking up the little girl. “And I mean, isn’t she adorable? Come on L/G/N, let’s draw and dance, yeah?”

After an hour or two filled with drawing and dancing, the little girl started to become tired. “Oh, look at you”, you said, “you are almost falling asleep. Let’s go find your parents, okay? They can bring you home.” She nodded sleepily. You stood up, but soon realised that you had no clue who her parents were. So you decided to look for Charles instead and ask him to get her parents. You spotted him sitting at a table with other relatives of the groom and although he was surrounded by people, he looked lonely.

“It’s sad, isn’t it?”, you said, “so many people here to talk to and have fun with, but everybody is still on their phones. A sign of the times, I’m afraid. I hate it.”

 “Yeah, it’s horrible. And I am even feeling worse since my favourite niece decided to ditch me for you!”, he answered teasingly. 

“Oh, I am sorry”, you replied, “but nobody said you couldn’t join us and have some fun too”. You shot him a wink. 

“Maybe I should have done that, yeah”, he smiled. 

 “I am Y/N, by the way”. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman, he thought.  

“I am Charles. Thank you again for doing this, Y/N, I know she can be a handful at times.” 

“No problem, I love kids - especially cute ones like her”, you smiled while looking at the little girl you were still holding and you noticed she had fallen fully asleep on your shoulder. “Do you know where her parents are? I mean, I have been playing with her for hours and it was fun, but putting this little one to bed is a bit too intimate I feel. And, to be honest, I really want to be alone for a second and get some fresh air”, you whispered. 

 “Of course, Y/N, I totally get it”, he stated, “If you hand her to me, I will get her parents. Enjoy your time off, you deserved it”, he said cheekily. 

 “Thank you, Charles. She’s lucky to have an uncle like you.”

The venue your friend had chosen for her wedding was absolutely beautiful. It was a 18th-century Renaissance building at the country side. It had a large main room, several small rooms that could be used as storage, a wine cellar, a bridal suite at the first floor and a wonderful garden. In the middle of the garden stood a small garden house, which was surrounded by flowers whose colours seemed to have darkened even more upon the sight of so much love today. The sun had started to set, turning the sky into a sea of warm red and orange shades. What a beautiful day to get married, you said to yourself. You managed not to think of your ex for the entire night, but now that you were on your own, you could not help but wonder how it would have been with him by your side.

He would have looked great in his suit.

He would have adored my outfit, saying that he could not wait to be back home and show me how much he loved me.

He would have enjoyed the mingling with the other guests and free drinks.

He would have liked the food.

He would have befriended the groom, since they share a thing for fast cars.

He would not have liked you spending your evening with L/G/N, she was too energetic for his liking.

He would have been on his phone as well, watching bits of the 1000 km of Palanga instead of talking to you. 

He would have not danced with you until he was sufficiently drunk.

He would have stopped you from saying ‘What do you want our wedding to be like?’, because he thought it was too early to discuss these things.

“Do you mind if I join you?”, someone asked, breaking your train of thoughts. You turned around and saw Charles standing there with two glasses of still water in his hands.

“No, not at all. I could use some grown-up company now after spending so much time with a toddler”, you smiled. 

“I thought so”, he chuckled. “And I could use some human interaction as well, after being around phone addicts the entire night. Here”, he offered you a drink, “I figured you might be thirsty.” 

“Thank you, Charles. That is very kind of you.” You took the glass and took a sip. “Damn, I was secretly hoping for vodka”, you joked. 

“Oh, I am sorry”, he stuttered, “I just...I just did not see you drink any alcohol tonight so I assumed...sorry, that sounded weird, I did not stalk you, Y/N. I did not mean it like that, it just slipped, I...”, he was rambling now. 

“Easy, Charles. It is fine, water is perfect, thank you. I was just teasing you a bit, that’s all”, you said, holding back a smile. 

He let a sigh of relief, “Thank god.”

Conversation with Charles flew effortlessly. The two of you happened to share several interests and opinions on both important and irrelevant things, such as political matters and which ice cream flavour is superior. You talked about your jobs, hobbies, idols and ideal holiday destinations. You talked about your families and how much they meant to you. You reminisced your childhood and shared funny stories. You gossiped about the other wedding guests. For the first time in months, you genuinely felt happy again. All thanks to him.

The sun had now set completely and the temperature had dropped, causing you to shiver slightly.

“Do you mind going back inside?”, you asked. “It is getting a little cold and I actually also need to go the toilet real quick”. 

“Yeah, sure. I was going to get a re-fill anyway”, he said, “I had a great time talking to you. This might sound a little weird, but do you maybe want to share a dance with me later? From what I saw earlier, you seem to have the moves”, he winked.

“I had a great time talking to you too”, you said genuinely. “And I wouldn’t say that, I mean, it hard not to slay the Chicken Dance”, you laughed. “Especially compared to a four-year old, but please don’t tell her I said that”. 

“You’re secret is safe with me”, he promised jokingly. “So what do you say, Y/N? Do we have a deal?”, Charles asked hopefully.

“Deal. You know where to find me”, you winked.

You had gotten back to your table after your conversation with Charles, catching up with your friends. Charles was also back at his seat, and to his surprise, his absence did not go by unnoticed. He had been listening to his brother’s and cousins’ teasing for a good hour now when suddenly one of his cousins made his way to the DJ.

“So, since you are too scared to act upon your feelings, I did”, he said upon returning, “I requested Y/F/S, so you can dance to that song with her”. 

“I am sorry, YOU DID WHAT?!”, Charles hissed. 

“I helped you, mate!”, he exclaimed, “I am sorry, but I can no longer deal with you sitting here and looking at her with those puppy eyes. Listen, we saw you two sitting outside for hours...We could see the sparks fly, I think even the astronauts in the ISS noticed. So man up, go get her. Have some fun. She’s a great gal, Charles.” 

“But...how do you know her favourite song anyway?”, he questioned, “How can I be sure that you’re not pulling a cruel prank on me?”

“Look, I know I am not sharpest tool in the shed but I am not an idiot. I can see how happy she makes you and how happy you make her. You would be perfect together and this might be the perfect first step”, his cousin said sincerely, “And to answer your first question, I follow her on Spotify and that song is her most played one”.

Just when he was about to ask more, he heard the intro of Y/F/S playing. Getting a nudge from his brother, he knew his time had come so he got up and rolled up his sleeves. Taking one last deep breath, he made his way to your table. “Good luck bro!”, his cousin shouted, “Sway her off of her feet!”.

All his doubts disappeared as soon as his eyes locked with yours. You just looked so radiant he was sure you even put the sun to shame. The glisters in your eyes were visible. You were actually excited to dance with him.

This song is good. She’s got great taste.

I hope I do not step on her toes.

Oh god, does my breath smells? Do I have peppermints?

Am I sweating? Oh no, what if...

“Could I have this dance please, Y/N?”, he asked politely as if you did not agree on this just over two hours ago. 

“Of course you can, Charles”, you said, giggling like L/G/N had done hours prior when you told her ‘a secret’.

Once he had led you to the dance floor, he took your hand in his and rested his other hand in the small of your back. “I was already wondering what took you so long”, you teased, “I thought you were going to back out”. 

“I would never, Y/N. I just...wanted to wait for the perfect song, if that makes sense?”, he wondered. 

“It does”, you smiled, “I love this song too.” He was definitely buying his cousin a beer afterwards. 

“You’re doing great, by the way. You’re a natural”, Charles said before twirling you around with ease. A soft giggle escaped your lips when he pulled you back in his arms. 

“Well, it’s hard to be bad when you have such a great dance partner”, you replied.

You continued to dance in silence until the song ended. Once the last note died down, you two kept standing on the dance floor as neither of you was ready to part again. Charles was the first one to speak up.

“I really enjoyed this dance, Y/N, and...”, he hesitantly continued, “...meeting you was by far the best part of today. I know we just met, but I like you and I was wondering if, maybe and only if you want to, we could see each other again? Preferably not with our friends and family spying on us though”, he laughed. 

“I think we can”, you smiled, “I would love that, actually.”

Your fingers intertwined for the first time that evening and at that very moment you knew you were ready to open your heart again. For Charles and L/G/N, his cute little matchmaker.

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Cake, Coffee And ... Charles

Synopsis: Unexpectedly, you meet a group of celebrity friends in a small café in France. What happens when you ask them to watch your stuff while you make a phone call?

Word count: +/- 2.5k words of me daydreaming about one of my (many) crushes 🥺 

Warnings: none, I think? I originally intended it to be angst, but I decided to go all-in and add a fluff ending instead. Not really proof-read so probably some language mistakes, my apologies! 

A/N: Translation (French/English or vice versa) is provided if necessary.  I am now going for Charles as the male protagonist (just to put a name), but you can imagine anyone you like! Feedback is highly appreciated! 🤗

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When you and two colleagues first got the idea to go to a 3-day scientific conference in Nîmes, a historical city in the South-East of France, it had seemed wonderful. 

Nice weather and great food. A beautiful scenery and French gentlemen.  La douce France at its finest.

Yesterday, the three of you arrived at the hotel well on time. Your room was tidy, the bed was comfortable and it was only a 10 min walk from where you stayed to the city centre. After you washed off the tiredness of a 5-hours TGV-trip, you went out. Strolling through the many narrow and colourful streets and seeing the Arena and other ancient Roman buildings, you fell in love with the city immediately. The next two days are going to be amazing, you thought to yourself. 

Today, however, had been nothing but a nightmare.

On you way to the venue, the weather had decided to become an absolute brat. The pouring rain got you drenched, the humidity made you sweat like a horse.  You felt dirty.

The presentations had been way too high-level and sucked all the energy from your brain. You really tried to understand the maths that were involved.  But you failed miserably.

The deliciously looking chocolate cupcakes had been devoured before you even got to the snack tray.  You were hungry.

The final straw was the fact that both your colleagues announced that they would leave earlier then expected, meaning that they could not attend your presentation tomorrow. 

Long story short, your mood was going down. Fast.

It was now 5.30 pm. The day had ended and everybody was expected to meet outside the conference venue at 7.30 pm to go for dinner. Instead of joining the others in pre-drinking, you decided to go back to your hotel room to shower and change and rest for a bit.

On your way to the hotel, you passed by a small, cosy café, which, you realised, did not catch your eye before. The front of the little house was painted pastel blue and the tables under the porch were covered with cute checkered table cloths. The porch itself was decorated with fairy lights and the most beautiful  flowers you had ever seen. Seeing the café lifted your mood instantly. I have to visit this gem tomorrow, you said to yourself.

The final day of the conference went by in a haze. Your presentation was scheduled just before lunch and you had been nervous the entire morning. However, once you stood there, microphone in hand, things went very well. You managed to respect the 20 minutes timeframe without missing the essentials and you had several interesting discussions afterwards. 

There were no presentations scheduled in the afternoon and many participants were packing or had already left. You had opted to leave tomorrow, such that you could still buy some souvenirs for your parents - a tradition you started years ago. You had managed to score some beautiful decorations for your mum and a cute can of traditional sweets for your dad. Being pleased with the gifts, you decided to visit that café you saw earlier and treat yourself to a delicious local pastry.

It was 4.30 pm and, apart from a small group of friends, the café was empty. You greeted the bartender and took a seat next to the window. While admiring the interior of the café, your eyes landed on said group of friends. One of the guys was looking your way. Your eyes met and you flashed him a smile. He smirked and whispered something to his friends.

“Bonjour, Mademoiselle. Veuillez-vous quelque chose à boire ou manger?”, the bartender asked.  Hello miss, would you like a drink or something to eat?

French was not your first language, and although you were quite good at it in school, it was a long time since you last spoke it. Nonetheless, you always tried to speak the local language when you were abroad, so you collected yourself and tried to answer. Keep it simple.

“Oui, j’aimerais un thé vert et quelque chose petite à manger. Avez-vous des patisseries locaux, peut-être?” Yes, I would like a green tea and something small to eat. Do you happen to have any local specialties on the menu?

“Bien sur!  Aujourd’hui, nous offrons La reine de Seba. C’est un petit cake chocolat avec poudre des amandes. C’est comme un brownie.” Of course! Today, we offer La reine de Seba. It is a small chocolate-almond cake. It is very similar to a brownie.

“C’est parfait. Merci beaucoup” That sounds perfect, thank you very much.

While waiting for your order to arrive, you decided to quickly check your phone. To your surprise, you had four missed calls from your supervisor. You must have been in town when she called. Sensing an urgency, you decided to ring her back. You noticed the low signal symbol, so you knew you had to go outside to call her.

Instead of packing all your things and leaving the bartender confused, you decided to leave your belonging in the café and ask someone to watch them while you were out. Since the bartender was out of sight, you had to ask one of the friends. A bit hesitant, you got up and approached their table.

“Euh, mes excuses de vous déranger, mais je dois téléphoner et je n’ai aucun signal ici. Est-ce que vous voulez gardez un oeil sur mes choses pour quelques minutes, s’il-vous-plaît?” Sorry to bother you, but I have to make a call and I do not have any signal here. Do you mind watching my things for a minute?

“Ah, bien oui. Pas de problème, ma belle”, the guy you greeted earlier responded. Of course. No problem, dear.

Thanking them, you made your way outside. The guy, whom you would later meet as Pierre, turned to his friends.

“Je n’ai pas menti, tu vois. Elle est polie et très mignonne. Et avez-vous vu qu’elle porte un badge de l’ université? Elle est intelligente aussi! Une 10/10, à mon avis.”  

I did not lie, did I? She is kind and very cute. Also, did you see that she has a badge from the university? This means she is smart as well! A 10/10 if you ask me.

The others threw in arguments and started to discuss how amazing their significant others were. Charles stayed silent. 

He did not have a girlfriend. Being a professional racing driver meant that he was always in the public eye, always busy training or travelling around the world. Although he hates to admit it, it was not an ordinary job. He was not an ordinary guy. He was a well-known face in France, which lead to girls throwing themselves at his feet but also made it hard to find someone who looked past the racing driver name-and-fame. And if he did, the girl was screwed over by the media or fans or the distance got the best of their relationship, leading to Charles breaking things off. He did not really mind being single, since he was always surrounded by friends, family or his team, but he would lie if he said that he did not miss someone to love love.

He was still looking into the direction of the exit/entrance, hoping you would be back soon. “Ca serrais dommage si nous ne la verrons jamais, n’est ce pas Charles?”, Pierre teased. It would be a shame if we never saw her again, would it not, Charles?

Charles started blushing. “Euh”, he stuttered, “je ne sais pas. Elle est jolie, oui, mais nous ne la connaissons pas. Et, en plus, elle ne nous connait pas. Elle ne s’intéresse pas au monde de F1”. I do not know. She is pretty, yes, but we do not really know her. She did not even recognize any of us. She is not interested in the world of F1.

“Tu es incroyable. Qu’est-ce-que tu veux? Qu’elle commence à crier au regard de nous? Nous tous savons que relations avec fans ne marchent pas.”, Pierre sighs. You are unbelievable. What do you want? That she starts crying when she sees us? We all know that relationships with fans do not work.

Charles had to agree. All of them had one or more relationships with fans before and they all ended badly. Maybe it was not a bad idea to look for someone who was a complete outsider. Pierre knew his best friend. He knew that Charles was having a debate with himself, on whether to talk to this girl or not and risking to fall in love. Pierre had been in situations like this before. He had never been short on female attention, but it was only at the start of his current relationship that he has felt some nervousness talking to a girl. Charles had encouraged him to talk to his now fiancée and this was the perfect opportunity to pay him back.

“Elle va rentrer. Confies-moi, mon frère.”, Pierre winked. She is coming back. Trust me, my brother.

Charles groaned. Pierre was up to something and he did not know to be happy or scared. Or both.

You re-entered the café in a fuzzy state. Your supervisor has called to ask how your presentation went. Instead of being happy that all went well and some interactions were sparked, she decided to start questioning your delivery and answers to the questions. You did want not your high to become a low, so you suggested to discuss all when you were back. Damn, you hoped the cake did not take long to be served. You needed chocolate.

Heading back to your table, you saw the bartender signaling that your order was ready. Thanking him, you took your plate and went back to your table. However, you did not miss the guy from earlier looking at you again, and you realised you have not thanked them yet. 

“Merci encore pour garder un oeil, c’était très sympa de vous.” Thank you again for watching my things. It was very kind of you.

“De rien. Je m’appelle Pierre”.  He offers you his hand. “Quel est ton nom, ma belle?” You are welcome. My name is Pierre . What is your name, dear?

“Je m’appelle Y/N. Enchantée, Pierre.” I am Y/N. Nice to meet you Pierre.

“Es-tu ici toute seule? Parce que tu peux s’assoir ici si tu veux.” Are you all alone? Because you can come sit here with us if you want. 

“C’est très gentil de vous, mais je ne veux pas déranger. Je vous connais, je sais qui vous êtes. Je veux respecter vos reposes et privacy. En plus, je ne suis pas française, donc je ne vais comprendre rien de vos questions ou réponds”, you answered shyly. That is very kind of you, but I do not want to impose. I know who you are. I want to respect your time-off and privacy. Also, I am not French so I would not understand a thing of what you are saying or asking.

You knew who they were. Ever since the 2021 championship, F1 has revived in your country and it was hard to escape. To be honest, you were not that into F1 - you were more into MXGP and MotoGP - but you knew the in and outs of the sport. 

“You are not disturbing if we ask you, right? And do not worry about not understanding”, Pierre stated, “we will switch to English for a pretty girl like you.”

The blush that rose to your cheeks was the only confirmation Pierre needed. Shooting a quick wink to Charles, he got up to take your plate and placed it at the empty spot next to him and across Charles. 

I hate you, Charles thought.

Charles’ brain stopped working the moment you were in front of him. Your hair was put together in a messy bun, with some loose strands falling out. Your jeans and red top hugged your silhouette in all the right places. You held and started conversations so effortlessly. How you got along with Pierre and laughed at his stupid jokes. Damn, he was a lost cause already. 

“Right, Charles?”, Pierre asked. 

Charles’ face went blank. He was zoned out and did not know what to say. Pierre saw the confused expression on his friend’s face and smirked. I knew he would fall for her. Why am I so good at this? He should thank me, buy me a house in Guadeloupe or something.

“You have visited Slovenia already, have you not?” 

Charles was quick to recover. “Yes, I have indeed. Do you want to go?”, he asked, looking in between you and Pierre, not knowing who to answer.

“Hahah, not right now though, that would be a bit weird”, you laughed, “but I do want to go one day. What did you think of Slovenia? Is it worth the visit?”

Your attention was full on Charles now and he was not letting this opportunity pass. 

A couple of teas, cakes and many laughs later, it was 7pm. “Oh, look at the time”, you said surprised, “I really should be going. I still have to pack and check my travel plans for tomorrow.” You started to collect your jacket and purse. “I had a great time talking to you”, you said while looking fondly at Charles, something Pierre did not miss. “Thank you for inviting me”.

“The pleasure was all mine”, Charles said, beaming after what seemed like a 2-hours tête-à-tête with you. “Ours”, Pierre corrected, “the pleasure was all ours”.

“You guys are too kind. Bye Pierre, bye Charles, bye Jean and Théo”. 

You got up and made your way to the door. It took a glare and a kick to the shin from Pierre for Charles to realise that you were really leaving and that he needed to take action if he wanted to see you again. So, before you could open the door and walk out of his life forever, he put a hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey Y/N”

“Hey Charles”, you smiled. 

“Listen, I really enjoyed talking to you. It feels like you know me, even though we just met, and it feels great to be able to talk about other things than racing. So, I was wondering if I could maybe get your number?” 

The shock on your face was visible. I blew it, Charles thought, she thinks I am a creep.

“ I mean, only if you want of course and I will not stalk you, I promise.”

You knew he would not. He was gorgeous and genuine and you would be a fool if you let this guy go. Taking a business card from your purse, you scrapped your work number and wrote your personal number on it instead.

“Here. You can call or text me anytime you want. I will try to answer as soon as I can. Most people only get my work number, you know, so do not lose it.”, you said, shooting Charles a wink and million-dollar smile before walking out of the café.

“I will not, I promise. I will not lose you, Y/N. Never”, Charles said to himself, looking at your number as if he just won the lottery.

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What. A. Beast. 😍

jago geerts made an impressive debut on the 450 on a world stage when he took the mxgp class’ qualifying race victory at the motocross of nations

#mxgp #jago geerts #mxon 2022

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Pre-Race Jitters

Hi all,

Since I have been reading many great - no, wonderful, amazing - imagines, drabbles and blurbs on this site, I decided to give it a go myself. I have been crushing on racing drivers for my entire 25y existence, so no surprise that this short imagine involves one :) The male protagonist is not further specified, so feel free to let it be about anyone you want!

Wordcount: +- 600

A/N: A bit of angst, but mostly fluff :) No proofreading. English is not my first language, as you will notice :p  Feedback is highly appreciated!

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You woke up to the sound of the alarm clock, signaling it was 7 a.m. Your boyfriend had already gotten up and was not so silently looking into the cabinets of the camper’s small kitchen, eager to find the ingredients he needed to start his weekly ritual, which is making sugar free pancakes on Saturday morning.

‘Good morning’, you said, while rubbing the last sleep out of your eyes. It had been well past midnight when you arrived at the track. Many people would have called you mental for leaving at 8 p.m. for a 6+ hours ride to the South of France, but it was one of the few times that you would be able to see your boyfriend live in action and you would not miss it for the world.

You had your job and responsibilities at home, which meant that you could not follow your boyfriend all around the world. The idea of quitting had popped up in both of your heads as he earns enough money to provide the two of you, but your relationship was still new and you had worked your ass off to get where you are now. That is why you settled for a long-distance relationship. It was hard, but you two were in love and wanted to make it work.

‘Good morning’, he replied. ‘Slept well?’

‘It was alright. A bit short though’, you smiled, while planting a tender kiss on his bare shoulder. A gesture you knew he loved.

‘You can go back to sleep if you like. I will try to be quiet’.

‘No, it is okay. I am here now and I want to make the most of our time together. Is there anything I can do?’

‘You could set the table, if you want?’

‘Sure.’

You would not admit yourself, but you were nervous. You had been to GP’s before as a fan, but this was your first time behind the scenes. You had no idea how a race weekend looked like for an insider and you had been thinking about it since you left home. What does he expect me to do? What will his parents and team think of me? What if he asks me something and I mess it up? What about the fans? 

Your mind was going in overdrive and he noticed it.

‘Hey, is everything okay?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, I am fine, it is just…this is all new to me and I do not know how to handle it’, you answered honestly.

‘What do you mean?’

‘This is your job? You are doing so well this season and I am terrified to do something wrong and mess up the weekend for you and the team. I love being here with you, but you have done great without me for so long that I am scared to bring bad luck.’

‘Oh baby, come here’, he said and he pulled you in for a hug. ‘Do you know that last night was the best night I had in ages, solely because you were lying next to me? That I can only cope with the hard trainings and constant travelling because I want to make you proud?’  

You started to tear up. 

‘That my biggest achievement ever is dating this wonderful woman standing here right in front of me?’, he whispered softly into your ear. ‘Not even clinching the world title could make me feel like you do. I love you so much and you make me the happiest, everyone can see that. So please do not be afraid of being here, okay?’ 

‘Okay. You are the best, you know that?’ you said while pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

‘I have been told a couple of times, yes’, he answered cheekily.

‘Oh, just shut up kiss me already.’

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