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jpnriikicore · 24 days

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── tan lines and light eyes

paring paul aron x fem!reader, word count 467, genre fluff, ( masterlist )

he leaned against the doorway of the balcony gazing at the spectacular view with the orange in the sunrise standing in only his boxers with his blond hair disheveled. ocean crashing against the shoreline. seagulls flying in the morning sky.

clothes lying on the floor from the bed to the front door. your faded rogue lipstick on the collar of his white button-up shirt that was discarded on the hardwood floor he wore last night. a diamond ring hidden in a small velvet box in his pant pocket that he wore last night and that he’s carried around since their fifth date waiting for the right moment.

you snap a photograph of him in that moment with an old fuji camera you brought along with you. you bend your knee upwards and lean your head forward to rest your chin against your knee as you admire the view of him in front of you. finally, at the realization that you indeed awake from your deep slumber. he didn’t want to wake you earlier this morning with how cute and peaceful you looked with your cheek squished up against the pillowcase and hair sprawled out. he walks over towards you tilting your head up to press a chaste kiss on your lips. he’s head dips down to press gentle kisses on the side of your neck. love marks already scattered across your neck that are going to be almost impossible to cover up. a freshly done tattoo of his number '17' on your shoulder blade.

your arm extended out for a piece of bacon on the food tray that was sent up earlier this morning. his hand follows your arm as he clasps your forearm and presses a gentle kiss on your wrist. he eyes flickering up to gaze at you as you feel him smile against your skin.

“morning, kallis." ( dear )

his accent was sleepy and thicker, as it always was in the morning, his watercolor eyes looked down at you as he lowered himself down onto the edge of the bed settling himself next to you.

“morning.”

you’re both still young and full of ambition to get to your dream. you’ve worked too damn hard to give it up now. a future red bull and mercedes driver. a secret little rendezvous that is hidden in the shadows. nobody else knows about your relationship besides your teammates.

after, finishing your piece of bacon. a giggle escaped from you as he pulled you down on top of him laying on the plush mattress. your cuddled up by his side sharing a chaste kiss. his dominant hand gently grazing her spine underneath one of his shirts. his nondominant hand tangled in your unruly hair. your head resting on his chest intently focusing on the patter of his heartbeat.

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bad268 · 5 months

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hope you’re having a great dayy :)) wondering if you could do one for paul aron in a situation like sleepy back hugs when the other person is busy whipping up breakfast in the kitchen, catching them by surprise smth like that? just fluff cause I rarely see stuff for paul 😢 tysm!!

Morning Surprises (Paul Aron X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (thank you for being patient and tbh i was 🤏 this close to changing it to Ralf. idk why but I'm on my Ralf arc rn, I'm gonna start writing for Ralf so send it in <3)

Warnings: shirtless Paul (need I say more?)

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 1101

Summary: Sleepy hugs in the morning. What's not to like?

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(@/Paul's insta from February 23, 2023)

It was too early to function, in your opinion. Half seven in the morning may seem late to people like your race car driver boyfriend, Paul, but to you, it was too damn early to function. Rolling over in bed to hide in Paul’s side, you notice he’s not there. In fact, he had not been there for a while since his side was completely cold.

You groaned as you got out of the warm blankets and found one of Paul’s many sweatshirts lying around before throwing it on. You walk out of your room and are met with a familiar smell, but you can’t tell exactly what it is in your drowsy state.

You walk into the kitchen and see Paul standing over the stove. He was wearing grey sweatpants and no shirt as he was making what looked like a burnt egg. You held your breath as you crept up behind him before snaking your arms around his waist quickly, causing him to quickly look back at you leaning against his back.

“Are you trying to kill me?” You mumbled as you laid your head on his shoulder, already planning to fall back asleep. “That looks burnt. I don’t think Gigi would approve.”

“I tried, okay?” He chuckled as he dumped the burnt eggs into the trash and began a new omelet. Once it started cooking, he took one hand off the skillet (skrittle) to rest it against your arm. “Are you falling asleep again? Or have you died?”

“I mean my heart is still beating. Only for you of course,” You joked halfheartedly, leaning back on his shoulder to look up at him. “I was planning on going back to sleep. You’re just too comfy, but I don’t want to leave you alone and risk burning the apartment down.”

“You’re so cheezy, I love you,” He teased, leaning over to press a small kiss to your forehead. He turned his attention back to the omelet just in time to flip it are the right time, and it landed back in the pan perfectly.

“You’re so domestic. I love you,” You joked back, pulling away to make you both cups of coffee/tea and set them at the table. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“As far as I know, we have nothing planned,” he replied, dishing up the omelet he made to share with you as he also grabbed some fruits he had cut up earlier before sitting next to you at the table. “We can do whatever you want.”

“That’s a slippery slope, Aron. Don’t give me that much power.”

That night, Paul was pulled into a last minute mandatory call with Toto Wolff and Mercedes about who knows what at this point. You took it upon yourself to make dinner, one of Paul’s favorites. He was pacing around in the living room as you busied yourself in the kitchen.

You were just pulling it out of the oven when he ended the call, and you just set it down when he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up. He spun you around in a few circles, causing you both to laugh before he placed you back on your feet as you turned in his arms.

“I assume it was a good call?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck as you both made eye contact. His only response was to pull you close and kiss you hard, leaving no room between you. Despite not wanting to pull away, he pulled back with a huge smile on his lips. “Wow, that good, huh?”

“Guess who has a seat in F2 next season!” He exclaimed, tightening his hold on your waist as he bounced back and forth on his heels, unable to stand still.

“Hmm, let me guess. Dino?” You teased, causing his face to fall in mock offense as he froze entirely. You laughed at his expression before going back on your word, “No. Definitely not. I’m pretty sure it has to be Zak!”

He gaped at your exclamation as he rolled his eyes, “No. You’ve got one last guess.”

“Oh, one last guess? I better guess…” you hesitated in mock joking again to get a raise out of him, “Ralf?”

“Oh, you’re just fucking with me!” He shouted, pulling you in for a bone crushing hug again, swinging you around once again. “It’s me! I’m getting a seat!”

“I couldn’t tell!” You laughed as you tightened your hold on his shoulders. He set you down with a sharp glare as you smiled back at him. “I’m kidding. I figured as much. That’s why I made your favorite food.”

It was too early to function, in your opinion, but you would not dare to oversleep on a day like today. Today was Paul’s first day in Formula 2, and you wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed.

You carefully crawled out of bed, struggling to release Paul’s arms from your torso, and snuck out of the room. You made it to the kitchen where Ralf was making oatmeal or something already.

“How did you get in here?” You whisper shouted as you walked toward Ralf. “I was going to make him breakfast in bed. You ruined my surprise, Ralf!”

“I have a key, did you forget?” Ralf chuckled as he set two bowls in front of you. “You can take it to him. I’ll hide out here and make the protein shakes.”

“Let me check on him first. I’ll bring him out here,” You responded, turning around and heading back into your shared room to find Paul not in the bed. You looked around and saw the light in the bathroom on as well as the sound of the shower turning off. You gave him a couple of seconds before walking in, seeing him with a towel around his waist as he ran his hand threw his blond locks. You walked up behind him as he finished pulling on his boxers and jeans, wrapping your arms around him as he did so. “You’ll never guess who broke into the apartment.”

“Gigi or Ralf? My money’s on Ralf,” he laughed, leaning back into your embrace.

“Ding ding ding, we have a winner!” You replied in mock enthusiasm, jumping up to place a kiss on his cheek, immediately feeling the roughness. You pulled back quickly and made a face at Paut through the mirror, “Dang, you need to shave. I’m going to eat the food Ralf made!”

With that, you left him to finish up in the bathroom as you got started with your day.

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zcorners120 · 8 months

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Jealous bearman?

sure!

ollie bearman x fem!reader MASTERLIST

warnings; language

✰ a lot of silence

✰ menacing glares at the person he's jealous of

✰ pulling you aside and giving you a speech on how he feels

✰ if the person he's jealous of is a driver, he'll purposefully try to beat/embarrass them to show he's better

✰ always making it known he's not mad at you

✰ post photos of the two of you on his instagram story being really close and intimate

✰ having an arm around you in front of paparazzi and reporters

✰ "we're together, and everyone has to know it."

✰ even though he's usually such a happy and pure guy, jealousy causes him to go silent and threatening.

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violetszone · 1 year

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Quality time

Arthur Leclerc x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: just a nice valentine with Arthur

Prompts: “You told me you wanted cliche, so I got you a teddy bear.” / “This reminded me of you.”

WARNINGS: Quick finish,not edited writing

Valentine's day with Arthur was always sweet but you never asked him to get big gifts you cared about inner things and being a hopeless romantic unfortunately meant you loved clichés.

When you woke up in the morning Arthur was hugging you, you poked his arm and made him wake up he kissed your head and hugged a little tighter "Good morning my love happy valentines day"you smiled and kissed his cheek Arthur was going for a morning jog as usual, and you were going to prepare breakfast for the two of you at the time.

You went to the kitchen and started to prepare your breakfast, you didn't realize how the time passed, Arthur had come home and you were cooking the last pancakes when he announced that he was going to take a shower.

While you were putting the plates on the table, Arthur entered the room.He was hiding something behind him. You sat across from each other. He handed you what he was hiding behind it was a little teddy bear it also had a small bouquet of flowers in its hand.

“You told me you wanted cliche, so I got you a teddy bear.” you laughed and hugged the teddy bear "Also this reminds me of you, its looks like you" you put the teddy bear aside and hugged Arthur."Thank you Arthur this is so sweet, it could be the best valentine gift"

You had your breakfast together and enjoyed the day. For you, Valentine's Day was more like trying to spend the best quality time you can spend together.

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charlewiss · 2 years

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maybe more / arthur leclerc

in which you and arthur act like you're a little bit more than friends.

masterlist

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arthur_leclerc time to recharge 🔋

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4rthurf3 are they dating?

allaboutf3 arthur said a few months ago that they're longtime friends

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arthur_leclerc do you think she'll get mad when she notices i ruined her hoodie

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arthur_leclerc i'm stupid

charlesleclerc took you some time to notice

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4rthurf3 I'm convinced you're dating

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yourusername i hope it's me

arthur_leclerc of course it was you, silly

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lovelyleclercs · 1 year

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Chapter Two- You Can't Hide This Forever

Arthur Leclerc x Sofia Sine

-> Sofia doesn't want to tell Arthur the truth, especially after he gets emotional over a movie scene.

word count: 1581

warnings: Mentions of cancer + I wrote this at like 3am and didn't read through it so I'm sorry if its complete chaos lol

A/N: This is a small little baby chapter that wasn't apart of the original storyline, however I wanted to write something about Charlotte finding out that Sofia is sick.

Sofia had seven days to figure out how she was going to bring up her diagnosis to her sister Charlotte. Seven whole days to figure out what the proper way to tell her would be. Seven days of bracing herself for the emotions that might overtake her the moment she says the three words she dreaded the most for the first time. Yet all she could do was hand her the paperwork from her doctor’s visit.

Charlotte took the paperwork from Sofia’s hands and glanced through the first couple of pages before landing on the fourth page where the word cancer caught her eye. She paused for a moment, reading the sentence over and over again. After nearly five minutes of silence, she finally put the paperwork down on the counter and looked up at you. “How are you feeling about this?”

Charlotte’s words hit Sofia like a truck. As she picked at the skin around her finger nail, she looked at the window and sighed. “Devastated, confused, scared, stressed, sick… I don’t know” she said quietly as she felt tears well in her eyes. “I’ve been sitting alone in this apartment for the past seven days trying to understand how this could happen to me. How I have done everything possible in my lifetime to be as healthy as possible and yet here I am, twenty years old getting diagnosed with cancer…”

Charlotte sighed and sat down beside Sofia, not really knowing how to respond to her comments. “Life just sucks sometimes, sissy. It’s the way it goes…”

Sofia nodded and wiped her tears away. “Dr. M wants me to start treatment immediately so my first appointment is tomorrow.”

Charlotte sighed and looked at Sofia with sorrow written all over her face. “I fly out to Italy early tomorrow morning with Charles for a sponsorship event, but maybe Arthur could go with you?”

Sofia smiled sadly and shook her head. “No, I’ll be fine. I’d rather go alone.”

Charlotte looked at Sofia and sighed, knowing all too well that the real reason she didn’t want Arthur to tag along is because she didn’t want to tell Arthur her diagnosis. “You can’t hide this from him forever, Sof. He deserves to know, he is your best friend…”

“I understand that, Char but if I tell him he is going to want to quit racing to be by my side 24/7 and I can’t have him do that. Not when he finally got to F2, not when he promised Herve he would race in F1 someday, not when my diagnosis is so similar to Herve’s…”

Just as she was about to continue her sentence, she noticed Charles was standing behind her. She had no idea that he had somehow managed to sneak in without notice, but she knew that he had heard everything she just said.

“You have cancer?” he asked quietly, almost in disbelief that someone he loved was going through this all over again. Charles had already lost two important people at a young age, he couldn’t bear the idea of losing a third.

Sofia nodded slightly, unable to make eye contact with him anymore. “I found out last week”

Charles sat down in the empty chair next to Charlotte and put his hand on her thigh, knowing that this was probably hard on her too. “When does your treatment start?”

“Tomorrow”

“Arthur can take you, he wanted to come visit you tomorrow anyways”

“No. I don’t want arthur to know i’m sick”

“Sof, you two never keep anything from each other… if he finds out that you’re hiding this from him, he’s going to be devastated…”

Sofia stared out the window. Everything that both Charles and Charlotte had said were true. Arthur was your best friend, he would in fact be devastated if he found out you were hiding this from him and yes indeed he deserved to know. The whole conversation was making your head spin. That familiar dizziness came back as your mind continued to repeat Charlotte’s words.

You can’t hide this from him forever, Sof.

He’ll be devastated if he finds out you kept this from him.

He deserves to know the truth.

He’s your best friend.

When Sofia felt two familiar arms wrap around her, she practically burst into tears. It was Arthur, she could tell without even opening her eyes. She knew his hugs like the back of her hand. Arthur looked at both Charlotte and Charles, extremely confused as to why Sofia was sobbing in his arms. The two of them shrugged at Arthur, knowing that it wasn’t their place to tell him what was going on. “Sof? Are you ok?”

Sofia wrapped her arms around him tightly and buried her face into the crook of his neck. She had no idea how badly she needed his comfort all week until this moment. He was the only person who could comfort her during her worst moments, and the only person who could make her laugh until she cried in her best moments. She knew that she needed to tell him- that going through this healing journey would be impossible without him- but was telling him going to be the right decision?

Arthur’s voice very quickly snapped Sofia out of her thoughts. “Come on, Sof. Let’s get you upstairs and into bed, ok? I’ll order us a pizza and we can watch a movie and eat some pizza like we used to do back in our karting days.”

Sofia nodded, knowing that spending some time with Arthur was much needed. Arthur grabbed her hand and walked with her up the stairs, opening the door to her room, allowing her to go in first like he always did. When Sofia stepped into her room, she very quickly realized how messy it was. Tissues everywhere, clothes thrown around, and a few plates and cups from the few meals she had eaten throughout the week were scattered around her room. It was very unusual of her to have such a messy room as she was usually a neat freak, but this past week had proved to be too exhausting for her to even care.

Without any hesitation, Arthur began picking up her room while she changed. He knew where everything went as she had watched her clean her room several times. When Sofia had finished getting changed, she came out of her bathroom and found her bedroom to be completely spotless with no signs of Arthur anywhere. Sofia couldn’t help but smile a little, relieved that she got to go to sleep in a clean room for the first time in eight days. She climbed into bed, tucking herself in under the covers while she waited for Arthur.

Nearly thirty minutes had passed and part of her wondered if he was even coming back. However only a few more minutes had passed before Arthur walked into her bedroom with a pizza box, two plates and napkins, as well as two coca-colas. Sofia sat up a little and smiled at him. “Thank you for cleaning up in here, you really didn’t have to do that. You also didn’t have to buy pizza, so thanks for doing that too.”

Arthur smiled and sat down beside you, pulling the covers over himself before opening the pizza box. “You’ve clearly had a rough week, it was the least I could do for you. How many slices do you want?”

“Just one, please. I’m not that hungry right now”

Arthur nodded and placed a piece onto both of your plates before setting the box on the nightstand. Sofia handed Arthur the remote, indicating to him that she wanted him to choose the movie. Sofia watched as he scrolled through several movies before finally landing on one.

A Walk to Remember.

Sofia leaned back, knowing very well that this movie used to be one of her absolute favorites, however right now, it was probably the one movie on their list that she didn’t want to watch. Sofia had made it through the first part of the movie just fine, eventually she had cuddled up to Arthur like she typically did during a movie. Arthur wrapped his arm around her, not taking his eyes off the screen once.

The scene where Jamie tells Landon that she was sick had started and Sofia felt like it was a punch to the stomach. Soon enough, she was going to have to do what Jamie did and tell the one person that mattered most to her in this world that she was sick. She heard Arthur sniffle, making her look up at him. There were tears in his eyes. Arthur had never cried at this movie before, he always would make fun of Sofia for balling her eyes out, so when she noticed his tears, she grew confused. “Art? Are you ok?”

“I’m sorry it’s just… I can’t imagine if you ever… got sick like that you know?”

“Art I-”

“I know I know. The chances of you getting cancer are very slim and you’re ok, you’ll be fine. It's just.. What if? You know?”

Without saying another word, Sofia just nodded and rested her head back onto his chest. Every part of her wanted to tell Arthur that she was sick, that she did have cancer and she was scared. Seeing Arthur’s reaction to even just the idea of her being sick absolutely broke her. There was no way she could tell him now, right?

Chapter Three

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onlyonetifosi · 2 years

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F1 Masterlist (only one tifosi)

I belong with you

I don't want to

I Want you back

A birthday race - dad!max

The verstappen family - dad!max

Daddy-daughter day

CHARLES LECLERC

I Don't love you anymore

Did you forgot about me?

Love always wins

Exotic love

Leclerc!reader - sister reader

I've to tell you something... I'm seeing someone

First Podium, Family Celebration

The shadow

Unbreakable bonds - leclerc!sister

Dancing to win

The engineer

The graduation- part 2 to The engineer

Cheating bounds

Hypo problems

Turbulent skies

Sleepy adventures

The tiktok siblings trend

Scary needles

Allergy problems

Hidden Love on the Track

When marimba rythym starts to play

Rally worldchampionship journalist

Why me? How you dare?

Congrats little sis - gasly!reader

Unbreakable bonds - leclerc!sister

Yuki Tsunoda IG Au

I'm not him

Just us against the world

Elevator love

Clapping, clapping, i see ya' falling

A good call early in the morning

Love unveiled

A long journey across the ocean

Acceptance in Palm Beach

Father's day

A journey of joy

F1 Female driver

Keep pushing yourself, and you'll go far

Breaking the stereotype

Afront your fears

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oscar-piastri · 2 years

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safe place (2) [arthur leclerc x reader]

title: safe place (2) [read part one here]

pairing: arthur leclerc x reader

summary: you finally understand what is your safe place

words: 1k

It has been a few weeks since you went back home. Things weren’t perfect but it was going great. You found a new job, with more hours and more money. Living in Monaco was very great, but wanting to move out with any financial help was a nightmare and you could only rely on yourself. Having to keep studying wasn’t helping at all, but luckily, you had found someone to help you

“What about this one?” Arthur shoved his phone screen to your face. “It’s cute, affordable and… close to my place”

You sighed, closing your textbook to take Arthur’s phone. “Yeah, I like it” you said as you looked through all the pictures. Arthur was right, it was affordable, thanks to the money you managed to save and the financial aids you were eligible for. “I will call” you said as you wrote down the offer reference and the phone number to set up a visit.

“We make a great team” Arthur proudly said, a giant smile appearing on his face, sitting on his bed. You were studying at his place for one of your exams and he decided to help you in your apartment hunt while you were ‘kicking ass and getting good grades’

“We do,” you replied, sitting next to him. “Honestly, I’m thankful for everything you did, and are doing for me” Arthur was slightly blushing and it made you smile. He was about to say something when your alarm went on. “Shit, I have to go to work” you hurried up, grabbing all your stuff you shoved in your backpack.

“Good luck” Arthur said as he was closely following you to walk you to the door.

Before leaving you felt your brain connecting and you turned around “Shit, I won’t have time to see you before you leave right?” you asked Arthur, as you remembered he had to leave early tomorrow morning to attend another of his race weekends.

“Nope. What a bummer you can’t come with me because of work. What will I do without my lucky charm?” Arthur grinned and you couldn’t help but smile.

“No matter where I will be, you can be sure I will be cheering for you” you said before waving goodbye and running to work.

Saturday morning, you’re working the morning shift at work meaning you were set to miss Arthur’s sprint race. Luckily you weren’t working for his feature race and he was starting from a good position. Throughout the morning, your mind was lost, only focusing on Arthur, and you spent a good part of your shift, wishing for it to be over soon, so you could see how the race went.

As soon as your shift ended, you hurried to get your phone and your heart literally missed a beat, when you read the notifications on your phone ‘F3 Sprint Race: big crash from Arthur Leclerc’. It was like the world was spinning around you, and your brain was already thinking the worst. As you were walking home, you tried to call Arthur many times, you texted him like crazy and you checked social media for updates. You knew he was out of the car but cared way too much about Arthur, not to worry.

As you were about to reach your house, your phone rang and you sight in relief when you saw it was Arthur calling you.

“Oh god, Arthur, are you okay?!” you asked right away, not giving him the time to speak first. You heard him chuckle at the other side.

“I’m fine. The car took the big hit”

“My heart dropped when I left work and read what happened. I-I should have come, you said I was your lucky charm, maybe it wouldn’t have happened!”

“Calm down Y/N. I am fine. I did a check up at the medical center and I’m totally fine, even fit to race tomorrow morning. I’m super strong, I’ll even get on the podium tomorrow, I can feel it.” Arthur tried to reassure you but you stayed silent. “How was work by the way?”

“Boring. But on Monday after school I’m going to visit the place you showed me. I have a feeling it’s going to be good.”

“Really? That’s amazing! I’ll be crossing my fingers. I’m flying back home on Monday, so maybe we can meet after the visit so I can have the privilege of being the first one to know everything?” Arthur asked

“Okay, deal”

“Great. Okay I gotta go, but we’ll talk later”

Monday was quick to arrive and you were glad, not just because you were one step closer to being without your parents, but because Arthur was meeting you after the visit and you were dying to see him again. After the scare you had Saturday, you just wanted one thing and it was hugging him and being near him.

The visit went well, it was small but cozy and had everything you could need. You had met the owners of the place and the feeling went really great so you were hopeful they would pick you. You were making your way outside when you got a text from Arthur saying “I’m outside :)”. You didn’t bother to reply and simply ran outside the building to find Arthur on his phone, leaning against a pole.

“Arthur!” you called him excited. Arthur looked up from his phone and his face lit up when he saw you running to him. He barely had the time to put his phone away before you threw your arms around him. “I’m happy to see you” you said, breaking the hug

“In one piece you mean?” he joked, making you gently hit his shoulder “Okay, okay not funny”

You both stood there, in silence for a few minutes before Arthur decided to speak again.

“So… You think this could be your safe place?” he asked, pointing at the building behind you.

“Not really…” you mumbled

“Why? I thought it was perfect” he asked, his face showing signs of confusion.

“Oh no I meant… I really like this place, I could see myself living there but… I don’t think it is my actual safe place” you explained. Funny because you thought it could be the safe place you and Arthur have been talking about, but when Arthur asked, it all changed.

“Oh…”

“Arthur, you’re my safe place” you blurred out. “I’ve never felt safer than when I am in your arms or near you or in the same room”

“Y/N I-”

“No please… Just let me speak” you insisted and Arthur closed his mouth right away. “I don’t know, I think it’s when I found out about your crash that all the pieces got together in my head and my heart. Arthur you make me so happy, you make me laugh, you’re basically the sunshine of my moody days. You’re always on my mind and at first I thought it was just because you were checking up on me, helping me but no. Arthur, I like you. I really really like you. A lot. And not as a friend. I think I’m falling for you” you confessed to Arthur, feeling a big weight dropping from your shoulders. You looked at Arthur, unsure of his reaction.

“Can you say it again?” Arthur asked you, leaving you confused.

“Uh? You- what? The entire thing? Because I- I don’t think I can, you know it was really spontaneous”

Arthur put his body closer to yours. “No, just the last part,” he said with a smile.

“I’m falling for you,” you replied firmly.

“Good” he said, bringing his face a few inches from yours. “Because I already fell for you. And I fell hard”

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juliantheupsidedown · 2 years

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Can we talk that this is my first edit and I'm worried? I hope you will love it! English is not my native language, I apologize for the mistakes

part 2

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delphinaferrer Spooky and I are veeery excited about the new season

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arthur_leclerc on this racing weekend i met a charming boy

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newsferrerd BIG NEWS: @delphinaferrer & @arthur_leclerc were seen together this evening

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formulafans on a DATE?

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arthur_leclerc on last night

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charles_leclerc our best night bro

cha_leclerc THEY >>>

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delphinaferrer should we be talking about last night?

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Paul Aron as your best friend core

paring paul aron x reader, word count 994, genre fluff, warning roughy translated estonian, authors note sorry, for not releasing this faster i was writing other works for charles and lando <3 ( masterlist )

beach days.

you spend a lot of time on the beach in your free hours lounging around. go off swimming in the ocean. the sun is like a warm blanket wrapped around your body that came fresh out of the dryer. filming him on a cam-recorder when he backflips from a cliff. he somehow tricks you onto the cliff with him occasionally.

late night on the beaches or watching the sunset is the best part. your sides bumping into one another as you walk barefoot along the shoreline feeling the warm sand between your toes and chill seawater slash up onto your ankles. he swings your sandals back and forth from the straps of your sandals since he offered to carry them for you knowing that you hated carrying them yourself. admiring the sunset ahead of you or the moon above you.

boat days.

the sun shone on them basking in it's warmth. a good way to celebrate a podium win for paul. you hit the sea together for a weekend to be still and peaceful in just nothingness. away from his fast life to just have a moment of tranquility together. it’s makes moments like this more special. your legs spread laying onto top of his as your back leans against the comfortable plush white cushions of the boat. his hands soothing rubbing up and down your legs. his pink swimming trunks clad against his thighs after taking a dip into the water. his initials on a chain around your neck.

supporting him during races. through thick and thin and high and lows.

you're always spotted in a secluded corner on the floor of the prema truck. you’re seated together his jacket draped over to you keeping the chill off of you. if qualifying doesn’t go well that day you would sit in comfortable silence whilst reassuring his negative thoughts and feelings through physical touch. your head resting against his shoulder, your slight grazes over his hand, the feeling of you fiddling with his fingers, or the traces on the lines of his palms. just a reminder that everything will be okay. a feathery kiss on the top of his head with a whisper of praise makes him believe that he can do better tomorrow and make all his nerves disappear into thin air.

quality time ( exercise ver. )

you wake up tangled limbs in the sheets of your shared king-sized hotel room bed. the waves crashing on shore was heard from the cracked open balcony doors. seagulls flying around in the early morning blue sky. you vaguely remember him mentioning earlier that morning that he was going for a run before pressing a gentle kiss on your temple before leaving.

some mornings or evenings you would attend runs with him and karl. even staying with him when he works out in the gym maybe getting a mile or two in on the treadmill. he enjoys quality time with you. so, even if you're just sitting crisscrossed on a yoga mat watching him he enjoys it.

he’d convince you that he needs a spotter. even if the weights are a bit too heavy for you and you could help him only very little if you needed too. he still enjoys having your company and letting you feel included. he lightens the load of his weights when you finally do agree on spotting him.

"nii lõbus ei tohiks trennis olla. ( exercise shouldn't be this fun )."

traveling to tallinn and races with him when you can.

traveling around northern italy on a vespa, him driving you around as your arms are wrapped around his torso. towards the end of the night you ride towards a fancy friendship dinner date.

you settled in flimsy chairs on the balcony of your shared hotel room trying out different pastas and slices of pizza from restaurants attempting to find the best one in the country that you’re visiting.

while visiting his home in tallinn he would ensure to bundle you up in thick coats for the cold estonian weather. crunched snow underneath your boots a trail of footsteps in the white left behind you as you take a walk in the snowy weather around midnight.

his siblings.

during, your friendship with paul you’ve become close with his siblings, anna and ralf. anna is like a sister to you. ralf gives you lots of advice and shows embarrassing childhood pictures of paul. which for the record you find oh-so adorable and he finds incredibly embarrassing. you’ve grown expectably close to them due to tagging along on family vacations occasionally since him and his family seem typically fond of your presence. him and his extended family tend to have dinners when his finally back home leading to you practically being apart of his family since you sit in with so many of his family dinners and get to know his close and distant relatives.

"meil peres juba uus ralliäss kasvamas ( we already have a new rally ace growing up in our family )."

teaching you phrases in estonian.

after expressing that you wanted to learn how to speak his native language to speak to his family in the most comfortable way for them and show gratitude towards his parents for raising him the way that they did. he taught you simple phrases, to begin with just enough to get you around his home country without being completely lost.

dino and ollie.

after getting introduced to dino and ollie during the first race you attended with paul you’ve become quick friends with them since it was so easy to speak with them. your often spotted joking around with dino and ollie. just chilling on the floor of the prema truck goofing off with them even walking around the track with them. especially, dancing around with dino to whatever song that plays from his playlist on rainy qualifying days. you was there with the prema team supporting ollie’s debut in formula one.

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bad268 · 4 months

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4+1 (Arthur Leclerc X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Yeah on Wattpad (look at me actually checking my wattpad messages woah)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: You/Your/They/Them

W.C. 2113

Summary: The 4 times the reader surprised Arthur and the 1 time Arthur surprised the reader (plus a bonus scene).

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~(^Pinterest but I'm pretty sure Carla posted it too)

1) Austria 2021

The weekend was not off to a good start, and that’s what caused you to drop everything to go to Austria. Qualifying did not go the best for Arthur, but where he qualified left him with a great opportunity for points, starting in fourth place.

You should have listened to your gut when it said something was going to happen this weekend. Instead, you were at work when Lorenzo called you, saying that Arthur had been gone off the track and had to retire early, and he was beating himself up over it.

You told your supervisor that you needed to head out and that you would do work remotely for the remainder of the weekend and probably the next week. They let you go without a hitch, so you were on the next flight out.

When you landed, Race 2 was just about to start. Lorenzo came and picked you up, taking you to the track and into the Prema garage. Arthur was starting down in 27th place. He was already in the car doing the formation lap, so after greeting most of the team, you asked if you could wish him luck over the radio. Thankfully enough, Rene was there and let you use his headset, but told you to make it quick.

“Bonjour mon amour (Hello my love),” You said as soon as you had the headset on. “Bonne chance, je t’aime (Good luck, I love you).”

“Wait, what are you doing here, mon beau (my beauty)? I thought you had work,” he responded immediately as he pulled around one of the last corners.

“Came to surprise you, but I need you to focus on the race now,” You replied with a small, shy smile as the team was listening in on the conversation. “I want you to do what you do best. You’ve got this.”

2) Silverstone 2022

At the beginning of the week, you were not sure if you would be able to make it to Silverstone in time for the feature race. Nothing seemed to line up, so you had told Arthur you would not be able to make it.

However, it seemed like the world was working for you when everything you had to do worked itself out by Thursday night. The weekend shifts that you could not find coverage for were canceled due to overstaffing, your assignments’ due dates were pushed back another weekend, and flights just went on sale. It just seemed like everything was working for you.

Immediately, you got on the first flight out Friday morning to London. Just before taking off, you texted Lorenzo, knowing that Arthur was most likely in his practice or qualifying session. You sent Lorenzo your flight info quickly before shutting off your phone for takeoff.

Landing in London, it did not take you long to meet up with Lorenzo since you only packed a carry-on. You were able to get right off the plane and meet up with Lorenzo in arrivals. He took you back to the rental car and you stopped off to get food before arriving in the F1 paddock where Arthur was hanging out with Charles in between races

You saw him standing against the doorway of Charles’s room with his race suit tied around his waist. You walked up behind him, immediately wrapping your arms around his waist as you hid your face in his shoulders. Arthur stopped talking abruptly, confused at who was hugging him until he turned around and saw your familiar hair color against his chest.

“You said you had work, liar,” Arthur gasped as he lifted you and held you against his body.

“What happened to ‘hello’ or ‘how are you’ or ‘I missed you’?” You laughed once he finally set you down. You leaned in to place a small kiss on his lips before whispering, “I couldn’t miss this. I always try my best to support you.”

3) Australia 2023

You recently got a new job that would allow you to travel with Arthur, but he didn’t know about it yet. It was only finalized it on the Tuesday before the race. You were hired by Ferrari to be their social media coordinator for their academy drivers specifically, and it was a ticket to follow him around for the season.

You had flown with him to Australia for the race, but you told him in advance that you would need to be doing work during the weekend. You told Arthur that morning that you had an early morning meeting which was not a lie, but he did not know it was at the track. By the time Arthur arrived at the track for prerace, you had already gotten acquainted with everyone and were in a grove.

You two didn’t actually run into each other for a while because you were following Fred around, listening to everything he wanted from you before actually getting on with your job. About halfway through the day, Arthur wanted to call you, but he was pulled into a meeting before he could actually dial your number.

Upon arriving in the Ferrari garage, Arthur sat next to Ollie off to the side. They were told it was a basic meeting to go over a new social media plan. The last thing Arthur expected was to see you walk in beside Fred.

His eyes grew wide as his jaw dropped, causing Ollie to chuckle beside him. “Don’t you have a significant other?” Ollie whispered to Arthur. The man in question just ignored his friend.

You looked around the room, almost immediately making eye contact with Arthur. A wide smile spread across your lips as you waved shyly at him.

“Everybody this is Y/n,” Fred introduced you, “They will be working with the academy drivers for their social media.”

Needless to say, when Arthur got his maiden F2 podium, the fans could definitely tell who was your favorite driver.

4) Monaco 2023

It was his home race in his own backyard. How could you not attend? Not only did you love the atmosphere of the Monaco Grand Prix, but it was his first time racing in his home country. Let alone, down the street from his house!

The F2 race had started a few minutes ago, and you were on your way back to the F2 paddock. You had run a little long with Dino’s post-race pictures, so you weren’t there for the start of Arthur’s race. You felt horrible.

You felt your heart sink when you heard the clashing of metal and the gasping of spectators. You glanced up at the big screen, and the one car you did not want to see was shown losing control and crashing into the barriers. It was the Dams number 12, Arthur.

You and Arthur would jokingly poke fun at the Monaco Curse, as Charles referred to it, but you never thought it would affect Arthur. It’s times like this when you really wish you never made those jokes in the first place. You unintentionally manifested this.

By the time Arthur got back to the garage, you had an icepack at the ready. Despite him already having stopped by the medic tent, you knew that an icepack wouldn’t hurt. Especially with how hard the impact was, his head was bound to hurt.

You stood in the back of the garage, updating the FDA social media as you waited for him. When he did, he immediately put his helmet to the side, giving you a sad smile as he approached you. You looked back at him, offering an encouraging smile in return as you opened your arms for him. Arthur did not need to be told twice as he collapsed in your arms as soon as the space was available. You ran one hand up and down his back as you kissed his temple held that was already forming a bruise before holding the icepack to it gently.

“You don’t have to say anything right now,” you whispered as you twirled some of the hairs at the nape of his neck, knowing it calmed him down, “Just know, I am so incredibly proud of you. You did amazing while you were out there, and trust me, next year, you’ll come back stronger.”

+1) Las Vegas 2023

Being from Las Vegas meant that you wanted to attend the grand prix that was taking place in your backyard. Despite not actually racing in it, Arthur was planning on going anyway to support Charles, so you convinced them to bring you along as a tour guide of sorts.

That being said, they all knew you were coming. There was nothing to surprise anyone with. At least, that’s what you thought. Arthur decided it was his turn to surprise you. He did not have all of the specifics settled, but he knew for certain that he wanted to propose to you.

It was Friday afternoon, and despite being on the track until 5 that morning, you still dragged Arthur out of the hotel by 2 to explore. You knew for certain you wanted to take him for slushies and to your favorite place to people-watch: Fashion Show Mall.

“It is way too early to get drunk,” Arthur laughed as he took a drink of the large slushie you two were sharing as you walked hand-in-hand through the streets of Sin City. “And this is comically big.”

“1, that's what she said. 2, it's not that high in alcohol percent. 3, we’re sharing it. And 4, it’s never too early to get drunk when you’re not the one driving,” you chuckled as you pulled him up the rainbow stairs to the top level. There was a grass patch that you loved to sit on while growing up, and it was the perfect spot to overlook the entire city. “This is basically where I grew up. I didn’t have many friends, but I would watch everyone from up here after school. It’s a nice view as long as you don’t look straight down.”

He followed you to the grass and jokingly fell beside you with his head in your lap when you sat down. He smiled up at you, causing you to chuckle, as he held your hand in his.

“Your hand is cold,” He whispered.

“I’ve been holding the slushie since Elvis Presley Boulevard,” you joked, “I wonder why?”

“I can warm it up,” He joked back as he took your hand in both of his as he placed small kisses along your knuckles. You closed your eyes and threw your head back as you laughed at his antics until you felt a foreign object being slid onto your finger. You looked down at Arthur to see him smiling smugly up at you as you noticed the object was a ring, and Arthur had placed it on your left ring finger. “I’ve been trying to find the words, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Mon amour, you are my best friend and you have been by my side for as long as I can remember. You always surprise me, so I thought it was my turn. Will you marry me?”

“You’re crazy, Arthur,” you cried as you hid your face behind your right hand, your left hand still being held tightly by Arthur. His face dropped, thinking you were turning him down, but before he could try to remove the ring, you continued, “You’re crazy for thinking I would say anything but yes!”

Bonus scene: Average screen time

“Your screen time is more than five hours,” Olli Calwell read off as part of the challenge they were doing for the Prema Racing YouTube channel. It was a little game to see who uses social media more.

“I know, I check mine every day. I have a problem,” Paul laughed as he pulled out his phone immediately. Arthur looked off to the side where you were sitting as he chuckled, knowing his screen time was through the roof because of the Facetime calls you do every weekend.

“Mine is 13 hours,” Arthur spoke up. Both Olli and Paul’s eyes grew wide in shock as they snapped over to him, questioning if that was really his average. “Yes, look!” Arthur spins his body around to show the other two his screen time as you also lean forward a bit to see, and he’s right. It was 13 hours on average, causing you to laugh to yourself.

“Are you okay?” Olli asked and that’s what broke your cover. The fans heard you laughing in the background of the video and immediately spammed the comments asking about you. That’s when you decided to go public with Arthur.

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zcorners120 · 1 year

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Hey lovely, I was wondering if you could do a Oscar piastri x female prema driver, maybe they’re like both madly in love with eachother and they just keep denying it! Whatever you want it’s up to you!! ❤️‍🩹

sure ! MASTERLIST

oscar piastri x f!reader

synopsis; you and oscar are best friends, but can't come to terms with your obvious love.

warnings; cutest love confession, mild swearing

"Dude, you know you like her. Just tell her already, we're all getting sick of it." Arthur complained, throwing his hands around to emphasise his point.

"Excuse me, is my friendship disturbing your presence? Key word; friendship." Oscar responds, slight offended tone in hand.

Yourself and Oscar grew racing karts together, in every step of the Formula championships. Even your families becoming close to each other are waiting for you guys to confess.

You could feel a pulling sense to him, something about him is so electric and magnetic that you can't get away from each other. You're terrified of him not feeling the same way, and he felt mutually the same.

So no advancements have been made. At all. For years. Your teammates are sick of the endless flirting, and are trying to make either of you take the step.

Interview panel, a couple days later.

"Y/N, we've been hearing small rumours about you and your Prema teammates.. Anything to shut those down, and not make poor Oscar jealous?" The reporter asks slyly, as the cameras are trained on his puzzled face.

"Uhm, haha, nope nothing special going on in that aspect of my life right now. I guess it's good to keep racing and personal life separate as battling my teammates is already pretty hard." You awkwardly laughed and shrugged, a dull mood setting across you.

Oscar could tell something was off, especially after saying there's nothing going on in that aspect of your life.

"The worst thing she can do is say no, it's alright, it's alright, push through it." He recited, as the reporters were writing down your comments.

Oscar stood up abruptly, chair awkwardly scraping against the floor.

"I'm Oscar Piastri, and I have something to say." His voice cracked and nervous, as everyone looked at him confused.

"State the obvious, dumbass." Said with a chuckle from Ollie Bearman as everyone giggled.

"I love Y/N. I love her so much, and I want to date her. I don't know why I'm doing this now but I have to get it out there. I'm Oscar Piastri and I've finished speaking."

You flushed bright red, as everyone stared agape as his robotic confession. Oscar was so nervous he didn't even realise he was talking a word at a time, but looked at you with a lopsided smile.

"I love you too." You mouthed to him, earning a few 'awws', as you quickly both walked off the stage.

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violetszone · 1 year

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Body Shot

Arthur Leclerc x fem!reader

Summary: Your friend takes you to a private club party in Monaco. You agree to play a game with a group of people you just met your partner in the game is the boy who has been watching you since you came to the group.

WARNINGS: Bad English (a little google translate, not edited writing),alcohol,club,high people

The saying that Monaco would be fun at night was true, but you still couldn't get over the effects of what happened last night, you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, then your eyes went to the side of the blonde boy sleeping in the bed, you couldn't believe it.

*6 hours ago*

It's been 24 hours since you've been to Monaco but you're already starting to feel like you're from there, your friend decided to take you to a private club party and said it was a party where most celebrities would be, party and the word alcohol was enough to convince you though.

When you entered the club, everything was normal at first, you took a few shots with your friend and danced on the floor, then your friend said she wanted to introduce you to someone and took you to a little group. There were famous people you knew in this group, but especially one of them was staring at you, you knew him, but you couldn't see who he was because of the lights.

When you leaned over to your friend and asked who he is, she told you he is formula 2 driver Arthur Leclerc, my god, of course you knew him.You continued chatting in the group, finally it was decided to play a game called Body Shot, it would be fun so you decided to participate Arthur was still looking at you from time to time and he smiled when you decided to join the game now it would be even more fun

First dice rolled first players passed Arthur's turn has come he chose you as a partner they roll the dice it was telling him to drink liquor from your stomach he helped you to lie down on the empty table he put a piece of lime between your lips you were excited but you didn't show it, they placed the glass of liquor on your belly button and poured salt on your stomach

First he licked the salt from your stomach with his tongue, you were watching him, he never took his eyes off you, he approached your belly button and took the glass of liquor with his mouth and sewed them all at once,without wasting any time he approached your lips and took the lime from your lips threw it in his mouth and started to kiss you he helped you to stand up while kissing.

God that was so hot everyone around you was cheering and applauding while you were kissing, everyone could have been high but you and Arthur were sober enough to know what you're doing now, You were both out of breath when you stopped kissing Arthur helped you off the table grabbed you by the waist and dragged you out of the club.

The rest of the night was even better while you were thinking about this, you heard a noise behind you and you turned there Arthur stood on the bed and looked at you "Good morning beauté what are you doing there come back to bed" You smiled and walked over to him and sat across from him on the bed "Hi" he laughed "YN I know how naughty you're,don't be shy of what happened last night come on" you laughed and slapped him on the shoulder this is how you met Arthur Leclerc, the man of your dreams.

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httpiastri · 3 months

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focus – pa17

you just can't help staring at paul's hands and arms. it's impossible not to.

genre: smut 😵 oh dear

pairing: reader x paul aron

warnings: fingering, smut, idk just the regular

word count: 2.6k... it was meant to be a blurb but nope

requested: yes !! requests are still open <3

author's note: felt good to write pa17 😚😚 his number has been jumping between 16 and 17 a couple of times now on the f2 website but i hope it stays as 17 because i love that number. i know i say this pretty much every time i write smut but like... this felt like the dirtiest thing i've ever written....... in hindsight, it wasn't that bad but like shdkfhdk i cringed so hard as usual. anyway. sorry to my estonian readers out there (looking specifically at you elle because you're the only estonian i know lol) for the short mention of the reader not speaking estonian. hope everyone enjoys tho <3

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waking up to an empty bed is one of the things you hate the most in the world. especially when you're supposed to be accompanied by your boyfriend, but he's mysteriously disappeared.

it's been a long week, the first one back to reality after a good winter break, so it takes you some time to wake up from your deep slumber. the sound of one-sided chatter from the kitchen is what finally wakes you up, the warming scent of coffee filling your nose instantly. your mind is so groggy that it takes you a little while to figure out that paul is on the phone with someone – and that the reason you can't understand him isn't that you're tired, it's because he's speaking estonian.

unwillingly, you force yourself out of bed once you understand that he isn't going to join you back in it anytime soon. you pull on a random oversized shortsleeved shirt and a pair of sweatpants before going off to find him in the kitchen, his back turned against you as he leans onto the counter, speaking into the phone. paul turns around at the sound of a chair scraping against the floor as you pull it back, taking a seat at the kitchen table. when he takes you in, a smile reaches his lips and he strolls over to you.

karl, he mouths to you as he points to his phone with his free hand – karl is probably going off about paul's winter break gym program for the tenth time this week, you assume – before letting his hand reach for your cheek instead. after his thumb brushes across your cheek a few times, he leans down to press his lips to your forehead.

then, he turns and walks back to the cupboards, pulling out two mugs and pouring some of the coffee he's been brewing into them. he balances his phone up to his ear with his shoulder as he picks up the mugs, carrying them over to you while letting out a string of confirmative sounds, seeming only mildly interested in what is being said on the other end of the line.

you accept the cup from him, both hands wrapping around it and feeling it warm up your fingers instantly. paul takes a sip of his coffee as he takes his phone into his other hand again, suddenly breaking out in a tangent that you understand nothing from. when paul slips down in the seat opposite you, your gaze shifts to look out through the window, watching the late sunrise leave its hues over the city below you. you've always loved morning moments like these, when there's no rush in the world, nothing to worry about, no reason to stress. it's always so easy to get lost in these moments, in the sound of birds chirping in the distance and the pink clouds flying away into the horizon.

but paul breaks you out of your trance. his free hand reaches for one of yours, removing it from your mug and instead intertwining your fingers with his. you smile subconsciously at the action, your eyes moving over to watch your laced hands. but when you do, you can't help but let your gaze wander.

you've always had a thing for his hands and arms. it's silly, you think, but there's something about it that makes you weak. when paul wears jewelry, it just contributes to your obsession – the silver rings and the pretty bracelets that he only takes off for racing make your heart flutter anytime you see them. and thinking about the pleasure those slender fingers of his bring you...

you would never tell him about it, though. sometimes, you think he must be the most oblivious man in the world for not noticing how you so often blatantly stare at his arms. but then again, he probably would tease you until the end of the world if he found out.

it's easy for you to get carried away by the sight of his arms. the way his fingers fit so perfectly between yours, the way little freckles and moles are scattered across his skin, the way the muscles in his forearm flex when he gives your hand a little squeeze. it's like time and the outside world doesn't exist: it's just you and paul. and his hands and arms.

paul has to call out your name twice to get your attention. when you finally snap out of it, his eyebrows are raised slightly and his lips are curved into a sly smile. "what are you doing?"

"n-nothing!" you let out instantly, although you know that he won't fall for it. you hadn't noticed him hanging up the call – you hadn't even started drinking your coffee yet. you had been too busy... admiring.

"really?" his hand lets go of yours, filling you with a disappointing feeling in just a second. but then, his fingers start grazing up and down the bare skin of your arm, from your wrist all the way up to the sleeve of your shirt. your eyes follow his hand without a single blink. "you seemed so focused, though?"

when his hand suddenly moves past your shoulder and his fingers make their way up to your neck, you can't help but gulp. your gaze slowly moves to the cheeky grin on paul's face as a shiver shoots down your spine. "no, i was just…" speaking gets harder and harder when he lets the pad of his pointer finger brush up along the side of your neck, touch ever so light but more than enough to throw the butterflies in your stomach into a fit.

paul tilts his head, eyebrows rising again. "just what?" he asks, feeling your escalating pulse when he lets his thumb run up the front of your throat. the way your body is physically reacting to him is so amusing to him – and enough to make his own heart begin to race. his thumb reaches your chin, and then travels further along your jaw, hand settling around your jawline. "you're really pretty, did you know that?"

your eyes flutter closed when his thumb caresses your pink-tinted cheek. he draws random shapes into your skin, little hearts and simple flowers, before slowly making his way to your lips. his thumb runs along it once, twice, and on the third time, it's like you act on instinct. suddenly, you've stuck your tongue past your lips, giving him a little lick. his movements stop and you take it as a sign, leaning your head forward just a little to invite his finger into your mouth.

you open your eyes again and you take in the sight in front of you. paul's jaw has dropped, eyes wide and zoned in on your lips. the corners of your mouth curve into a slight smile, completely loving his reaction, but you aren't done here. your tongue swirls around his thumb once, and paul's breath hitches in his throat. he almost pulls his hand away from you in pure shock – but then he lets his curiosity get the better of him, and he keeps it in place. he's far too intrigued to see how far you'll take this.

he merely blinks at you when you quicken the speed of your tongue, eventually even beginning to suck lightly on his thumb. he's completely lost in it now; in the way you're so innocently playing with him, your pretty eyelashes batting at him and your lips forming a slight pout around his finger.

has his pants suddenly gotten much smaller, or is he getting this hard already?

when you finally pull him out of you, he's completely speechless. you chuckle, deciding that maybe now it's your time to tease him. "you seem really focused, paul. what are you doing?"

he pauses for a moment, but then his lips crack into a cheeky grin. "oh, please," he starts. "don't pretend like you didn't enjoy that just as much as i did."

you want to interject, tell him about how he was quite literally flabbergasted until just a second ago, but he cuts you off.

"i knew you liked my hands, but… you like them that much?"

your own hands instantly come up to cover your face, wanting to hide the embarrassment that’s likely growing more and more obvious by the second. so he did know about your obsession all along? "paul-"

"no need to disappear," he interjects. suddenly, he's standing by your side, and in one swift motion, he's swooped you into his arms and carried you to the living room couch. you let out a yelp when he drops you onto it, but you're smiling at him when he removes your hands from your face. he grabs both of your shoulders, pushing you down slowly until your back hits the couch before climbing on top of you. "if you like them that much, let me use them to make you feel good."

he hovers over you for a second to see if there's any kind of hesitation in your face, but the way you look up at him tells him how much you want this. he doesn't waste any more time, immediately leaning down to lace his lips with yours. the sound you let out against him has been held back for long now and it gets him going instantly.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders for stability as his hands move down your body, one stopping by your hip while the other continues its journey under your shirt. his touch is so light it almost tickles you, and the coolness of his rings against your warm skin sends tingles through your body. his finger dips along the bumps of your ribs, all the way up to your breast. his thumb is still slightly wet with your saliva when it makes contact with your nipple, making your mouth slack against his.

there's no way you can focus on the kiss now; all of your thoughts are on his hands, and he can tell. he breaks the kiss and starts kissing along your jaw instead, his pecks sloppy as he concentrates on kneading your breast. the little sounds you let out when his finger flicks your nipple are like rewards to his ears. his hand that had been on your hip starts moving too, letting his thumb dip just below the hem of your sweatpants.

his head pulls away from your skin. "may i?" he asks, fingers pulling on the hem of your pants. when you don't give him an answer, too immersed in the feeling of his other hand still on your boob, he halts his actions. a chuckle erupts from his throat. "hey, listen to me."

what comes out of your mouth sounds more like a whine than words, but it's accompanied by a quick nod and he understands the meaning behind it. he snickers, pulling your sweats and panties down in one swift motion, your breath hitching as the cold air meets your already-soaked core. your entire body is waiting in anticipation, so eager and so needy that when he drags a finger along your slit, a shudder of pleasure passes through your body.

when paul looks up at you again to see how you're reacting, you have an arm draped over your eyes. he instantly frowns and stops his actions. "hey, i thought you liked watching my fingers?" he asks, and you nod impatiently. one of his hands reach up to grab your wrist. "well, then we can't have this. you need to be able to see my fingers as they work on you."

he pulls your arm away, and you meet his gaze the moment you open your eyelids. the look in his eyes almost takes you out there and then; the look of satisfaction, enjoyment, and just pure love makes you so thankful to have someone as good as this man, looking like there's nothing he'd rather do at nine in the morning than please you with his fingers.

when he notices how you're craning your neck just to catch a glimpse of him, he gets an idea. he sits up more properly again, reaching for two pillows behind him. you shoot him a questioning look, watching as he climbs over you again. then, he snakes an arm around you before propping you up on the pillows; a smaller one underneath your chest, and a bigger one under your head.

"there we go," he hums as he settles between your legs again. "that should make it easier, no?"

you don't have time to answer before you feel him teasingly brushing against your folds again. this time, you don't dare hide – and quite frankly, you don't want to, either. the view you have is far too good to look away from.

one of his hands wraps around the inside of your thigh to spread your legs, as the other hand's thumb draws circles on top of your clit, the little bud so sensitive already. when he finally slips a finger into your dripping core, you can't resist the urge to let your eyes roll back, feeling so good already. it doesn't take many pumps before he pushes another finger in you, too, spreading them apart and stretching you out fully. your hands grab the material of the couch below you, fists turning white as he speeds up his movements and adds yet another finger.

he pulls out a throaty moan from you when he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting just the right spot. you feel like you're reaching your limit already, and the way your breath is getting quicker and more high-pitched lets paul know just how close you are. when his free hand reaches down to play with your clit, you can't take it anymore, the orgasm washing over you instantly.

you really don't want to miss one more second of this, so you force your eyes open and look down. paul loves to hear you whining as you come, seeing your body shudder with the orgasm, and feeling you clench around him – especially when he's fucked you with just his fingers – and the prideful look spreading over his features is a sight to behold. when he helps you ride out the orgasm, your eyes flicker between his face and his hand pumping in and out of you, and you're sure it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

then, the view is outshined by what he does next. he pulls out of you, your slick covering his fingers. and after that, he pushes his fingers into his own mouth, cleaning them up and sucking them off like they taste better than his favorite meal. holy shit.

"that's..." you speak in between heavy breaths. "so... fucking... hot..."

"you're quite hot yourself," paul says, eyes just barely pulling away from your face to look down at his crotch. "like, do you see how hard i am? just from watching you?"

a weak giggle passes through your lips as you follow his gaze, impressed by the effect you apparently have on him. "want me to help you out with that?" you ask, raising your eyebrows with your suggestion.

"well, if you're offering..."

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hiii could i please request an paul aron x reader where he is not so happy with a race Result and the reader cheers him up.

BAD RACE

parings: paul aron x girlfriend!reader

authors note: I loved writing this one! PS: I tried to look at thousands of pictures of him but couldn't come to the conclusion if his eye is blue or brown, so I went with blue 🤷‍♀️

✩. . . masterlist !

Paul Aron had just crossed the finish line of yet another race, and the result was far from what he had hoped for. His frustration was palpable, and he couldn't shake off the disappointment that clouded his features.

Y/N, his ever-supportive partner, knew all too well how he reacted when races didn't go his way. Paul could be moody and grumpy, dwelling on his performance for days on end. But she also knew just how to cheer him up.

As Paul and his teammate Dino made their way back to the Prema garage, Y/N was waiting for him. She was surrounded by a few mechanics who offered her friendly smiles, aware of her role in boosting Paul's spirits after a tough race.

Paul walked alongside Dino, his head hanging low, lost in thought. Y/N watched them approach, her heart aching for her boyfriend's obvious disappointment.

"Hey, champ," she greeted him with a warm smile as he finally reached her.

Paul managed a weak smile in return, but the disappointment still lingered in his eyes. "Hey," he replied, his voice heavy with the weight of his performance.

Y/N didn't waste any time. She stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I know it wasn't the race you wanted, but you'll bounce back," she reassured him, her voice filled with unwavering confidence in him.

He sighed and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her comforting scent. "I just messed up, Y/N. I had a shot, and I blew it."

Y/N leaned back slightly, cupping his face in her hands so that their eyes met. "You're not defined by one race, Paul. Remember all the victories you've had. This is just a bump in the road. You'll come back stronger."

Paul's blue eyes searched hers for a moment, and he found solace in her unwavering support. He leaned in and kissed her, a silent thank you for always being there for him. Paul's lips met Y/N's in a heartfelt kiss, their connection speaking volumes even without words. It was a kiss filled with gratitude, love, and a promise that they'd tackle whatever challenges came their way together.

Breaking the kiss, Y/N flashed him a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, Paul, I've been thinking."

He raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "About what?"

She shrugged playfully, her fingers tracing a pattern on his chest. "Well, I hear that some racers have lucky charms or rituals they do before a race to ensure good luck."

Paul's lips curled into a grin as he caught on to her idea. "Are you suggesting I need a lucky charm, Y/N?"

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I'm suggesting I could be your lucky charm."

His heart raced at her words, her suggestion making him forget about the disappointment of the race. "I like the sound of that," he admitted, his voice husky with desire.

Y/N chuckled softly, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Great. Now, we just need to figure out what kind of good luck charm activities we should engage in."

Paul's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her even closer. "I think I have a few ideas."

Their playful banter was interrupted by the cheerful voice of one of the mechanics. "Hey, Paul! Don't forget, we have a team dinner tonight."

Paul sighed dramatically, his forehead resting against Y/N's. "Team dinners after a tough race are the worst."

Y/N laughed and pecked his lips. "Come on, champ. It'll be fun. And maybe they can give you some tips on how to make me your official lucky charm."

Paul grinned, his mood significantly brighter. "You're right, as always. Let's go at a dinner with the team."

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Chapter One- The Day Everything Changed

Arthur Leclerc x Sofia Sine

-> What was supposed to be a fun day of traveling to Ibiza very quickly turned into a day Sofia Sine wanted to forget.

Warnings: Mentions of puking, dizziness, headaches, doctors offices, blood work/needles, cancer (if you read the original version of this story, you know why)

word count: 2067

Authors note: I will be posting a run down of what this story is about + it's background story for first time readers of In Sickness & In Health! I will have it linked here

January 5th

The warm sunlight found its way through the small crack in Sofia’s blinds as the alarm on her phone began to go off. It was quiet at first, but slowly got louder and louder with each ring Sofia ignored. When brought out of her deep sleep, Sofia rolled over in her bed, grabbing her phone to stop the repetitive sound. After successfully getting the alarm to stop, she laid on her back and stared up at the ceiling in an attempt to get the room to stop spinning.

Over the past couple of days, Sofia had been feeling pretty off. She had a hard time keeping anything down, her head was constantly throbbing, and she was completely exhausted. The Dizziness, however, was a new symptom for her.

Unfortunately for Sofia, this strange illness had prevented her from hopping on a plane with her sister Charlotte, and the Leclerc brothers early that morning. The group had been planning this trip to Ibiza for months, Sofia had been looking forward to it since the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix when everything was booked and paid for. As much as Sofia hated having to cancel, she knew it would be best for her to stay back and get some rest.

With her symptoms only getting worse, as well as new ones arising, Sofia decided to make an appointment with her physician, in hopes that maybe she could get prescribed some medication to help her battle whatever illness she had caught. Sofia glanced over at her phone, the time reading 7:15. She had 45 minutes to get ready and make her way across the street to the office.

Taking a deep breath, Sofia stepped out of bed and slowly made her way over to her closet. She had no intention of dressing up, but knew that she couldn’t just show up in her pajamas. After getting changed into some sweats and a random T-shirt Arthur had leant her months ago, she made her way to the bathroom to finish getting ready. What would normally take her 10 minutes, had ended up taking her nearly 30. She was weak, tired and very, very sick.

Somehow, someway, Sofia had made it to her appointment right on time. As she approached the check-in desk, she smiled slightly. “Hello there, appointment for Sofia Sine, 8am with Dr. M?”

The lady behind the desk smiled and nodded, her dark brown locks of hair bobbing as she did so. “Yes! You can actually go through this door and down the hallway to the left. Dr. M is waiting for you in room number 4”

Sofia thanked the kind lady for her help before starting her journey to find room number 4. As she walked down the hallway to the left, she noticed that the room numbers went backwards starting from 10. She was thankful that the room number hadn’t been any higher, as she wasn’t sure she would be able to walk much further than that at the moment.

When she approached the room with the big white number four on the door, she opened the door slowly before stepping inside. When she had closed the door, she looked to her right to find Dr. M sitting in her chair going through some emails. “Oh! There you are! Hello Sof, how have you been?”

Sofia laughed a little before sitting down on the bench that had that crinkly white paper laid out on it. “I’ve been way better… I won’t deny it. How have you been?”

Dr. M smiled and moved her rolling chair closer to Sofia, leaving her laptop behind at the counter. “Oh you know, the same old same old. I practically live in this building so this is about the extent of my life” she said with a small laugh. “So tell me, what brings you in today?”

Sofia took a deep breath and sighed, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt nervously. Despite liking Dr. M, Sofia absolutely hated doctors visits. “Well, a few days ago I had started to feel… off I guess? Over the past couple of days, I have had a hard time keeping things down, my head is constantly pounding, I'm feeling very weak and exhausted, and on top of that, when I woke up this morning I was extremely dizzy.”

Dr. M nodded along as Sofia began listing off her symptoms. After Sofia had finished talking, Dr. M let out a small sigh. “Well sweetie, I know you hate getting your blood drawn, but I would like to do some blood work. I just want to make sure it’s nothing too serious, ok?”

Sofia nodded slightly, hating every word that was currently coming out of Dr. M’s mouth. Sofia hated doctors visits, but she hated needles even more.

“I will be right back with all of my equipment, ok? I will even bring you back some crackers and juice, ok? Hang tight” After a quick nod from Sofia, Dr. M left the room quickly, not wanting to leave Sofia alone for too long.

As Sofia waited for her to come back, she looked around the small room hoping to find a way to distract herself from what was about to happen. She noticed that there had been a magazine tucked away in the corner of the room. Curious, she got off the bench and grabbed it from the shelf. As she quickly flipped through it, she stopped on page five when she saw Arthur and Charles both posing side by side on the page. “Leclerc Brother’s Road to Formula Racing” was printed in big bold letters across the top of the page. A small smile appeared across Sofia’s face as she snapped a photo of the page and sent it to the group chat.

Sofia: You guys follow me everywhere. Even to the doctors office!

Art: Please tell me you didn’t read that

Charles: That is literally the worst photo of us!

Sofia: Oh I’m definitely reading this while I get my blood drawn!

Art: Blood drawn? Sounds serious. Keep us updated?:(

Charlotte: Please tell us when you get answers!

Lorenzo: ^^

Charles: We wish you were here with us! Call us when you get home!

Sofia was about to respond when she was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in!” she said before putting her phone back into her pocket.

Dr. M walked in with a tray of things that she needed to perform the blood work. “It’s just me. Let's get this over with?”

“Please.” Sofia said as she held out her arm.

1 hour later

Sofia had pretty much finished the entire magazine front to back before Dr. M had come back with her test results. She placed the magazine down beside her before looking up at Dr. M. “Let me guess, we did all that blood work for nothing? I probably just have the flu or something don’t I”

Dr. M smiled sadly, sitting down in her chair that was once again right in front of Sofia. “Sof… I’m not going to lie to you, it’s not great news.”

Sofia’s smile faded as she saw the look of concern on her doctor's face. “What do you mean? What is it?”

“You have cancer…”

When Sofia heard those words, everything around her suddenly didn’t matter anymore. Her world had started to feel so much smaller. She didn’t remember much after that. She didn’t recall checking out of the doctor's office or crossing the street to get back to her apartment. She didn’t remember locking the door behind her or curling up on the couch. The only thing her mind could focus on was the word cancer.

A few hours passed by and Sofia hadn’t moved from her fetal position on the couch. She had gone through nearly an entire box of tissues at that point, using each little square piece to wipe away all of her tears. Her phone had been dinging the whole time, texts from Charlotte, Charles, Arthur and Lorenzo flooding her notification center. She chose to ignore all of them. There was no way she could tell the Leclerc’s, not after they lost their father to cancer.

When Sofia finally ran out of tissues, she got up off the couch and made her way back to her bedroom. Before laying down in bed, Sofia paused and looked at the photo she had on her nightstand. It was a photo of her and Arthur nearly four years ago now. In the photo, they were both holding up a peace sign with their hands while standing in front of the ferrari factory. The photo had been taken the day Arthur signed a contract with the Ferrari Driver’s Academy. Arthur practically begged Sofia to come with him on that trip. She even took the week off of school just to accompany him in Italy. The trip was by far one of her favorites to look back on. It was the last trip that Herve took with them before his diagnosis. Tearing up all over again, Sofia picked the picture frame up off of her nightstand and gently brushed her thumb over it. The idea of having to break the news to Arthur absolutely broke her.

Sofia and Arthur had been the best of friends for well over a decade now. The pair met when they were around five years old. They had both been playing on some random playground in the center of Monaco in the middle of July. Their parents exchanged numbers and arranged several more playdates. Ever since then, the two had been inseparable. They did everything together- birthdays, special events, milestones, achievements- every moment of their lives was shared together.

With Arthur’s first year of F2 being this year, news like this would absolutely destroy him. Sofia knew that if she told him, he would quit racing just to be by her side 24/7- and she wasn’t going to allow that. Not when he had worked so hard to get to this point in his career-and especially not when he promised Herve he would race in F1 someday.

After a few moments, she put the photo back in its designated spot on her nightstand before climbing into bed. She grabbed her phone and finally decided to open the group chat that had been blowing up all day.

Art: It’s been like four hours, Sof. Are you ok?

Charles: I’m sure she’s fine, you know how forgetful she is

Lorenzo: you two are literally sitting next to each other outside right now, can you communicate IRL instead of blowing up our phones

Charlotte: Good call. Maybe she is sleeping, we should stop texting in case it wakes her

As she was about to continue reading the conversation, Arthur’s name appeared at the top of her screen. He was calling, probably to say goodnight like he always did when the two were apart. After taking a deep breath, Sofia answered the phone. “Hey, you. How is Ibiza?”

“Sof, thank god… We haven’t heard from you since like 8am. Ibiza is fine, I wish you were here though. I keep seeing all of these fun things that I know you would love.. It sucks. I was so excited to explore this place with you. We do everything together, you know?”

Sofia stayed silent for a moment. Hearing how sad Arthur was to be in Ibiza without her practically broke her heart. “I know, Art. I wish I was there. It’s pretty lonely here. It’s so quiet in this apartment.”

“I could come home? Sit with you while you try to get over whatever it is you magically caught”

You sighed and teared up a little. “If only it was that easy, Art”

“Are you ok? You sound like you’re crying… seriously if you want me to come home…”

“I’m ok, Art. Promise. Have fun in Ibiza ok? Bring me back something fun?”

“Sof…”

“I love you, art. goodnight.”

After hanging up the phone, she turned over in her bed and closed her eyes, hoping to forget about today. Everything about today was a nightmare. She had even tried pinching herself in hopes that it would pull her out of her misery. Unfortunately for her, today was the day that everything changed. It was her new reality, and there was no way of escaping back to the way things used to be.

Chapter 2

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