#sebchal asks

[leqclerc]

Seb sebsplaining and charles listen to him intently is just 🥹🥹🥹

Soooo true, it’s like when he said Seb’s comments in the team meetings/debriefs were always so interesting and insightful that could listen to him for an hour 😭❤️

Charles normally: I hate insects

Charles when Seb’s unveiling his insect-centric project: I love insects, insects are my best friend, look we’ve already someone staying at our hotel 🥺

#replies #anonymous #sebchal anon #sebchal asks #i’ve missed this SO MUCH there are no words….. whether it’s something technical and f1-related or something completely unrelated #he’s always listening so intently as seb explains and talks about things he’s passionate about #in turn seb supports charles’s musical endeavours and makes the effort to listen to his piano pieces and text him to say he enjoyed them #they have different personalities but there’s this intrinsic respect & mutual effort being made to listen and understand and engage #and i think that’s beautiful!!!

[mountinez]

Seb, Chal & the impermanence of life putting them on the same team even against all the odds to repeat history over and over again.

'The Weight' by Linda Greg// 'No Rush for Leclerc to join Ferrari' source: racefans// 'Only time will tell whether relationship with Leclerc will work' source: gpblog// 'Two Horses' painting by Brian Hatton// 'Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides' by Anne Carson// 'Epithalamium' by Louise Gluck// 'Two Horses' painting by Rosa Bonheur

#sebchal #f1edit #charles leclerc #sebastian vettel #scuderia ferrari #and i was thinking about the fact that they ended up in the same team against all the odds #if kimi have stayed or if jules was still with us they would never be teammates but they were #like two horses put in the same paddock or a child that was just born and didn't ask for it #crazy to think about the impermanence of life #sebchal is a bond with so many layers and i'm already rambling on these tags sorry #this was on drafts for quite some time idk i just wanted to share

[hungriestheidi]

lesbian sebchal teammates for the au!!

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons a short ficlet about it <3

something happened to me while writing this (it shook me to my core because i want to write this one so badly). anyway, implied/referenced sex lol

“What does it mean to you to be Sebastian’s teammate?” 

Charles looks across the couch, Sebastian’s gaze is focused on her. She’s so beautiful, blonde hair falling over her shoulders, ruddy cheeks, plush peach coloured lips. Charles takes a deep breath.

It’s easy to be starstruck in her presence. A trailblazer, the only woman to win a championship in Formula 1 and she did it times four and in a row. She is a force, a forest fire overtaking a house made of timber, she’s a hurricane and the storm at sea, and the call of the void, and the gaze of sirens and the poster Charles hung in her bedroom as a teenager, zealot tifosa overcome by the appreciation for this fierce woman in blue with a raging red bull stuck to her heart. 

In many ways, she’s everything Charles isn’t. Rowdy, defiant, refusing to be subdued by PR and agendas. She walks into the UAE bearing a pride flag pin on her backpack and skechers branded with rainbows, walks into Hungary and holds her ground when people question her upholding these beliefs of equality. She is a stronghold, a menace, a PR nightmare, a scandal waiting to happen, a hotel room door taunting her from across the hall, a beer shared in the factory after they were done with testing in Fiorano and the car was fast, was responsive, was reliable. 

Sebastian is everything Charles isn’t, flirty and a bit crass at times, makes jokes about tits and balls and sex like it’s no one’s business. She works hard to get Charles out of her shell, asks her about her karting accolades, tells her she followed her F2 season closely, said to the guys in Maranello ‘she’s the real deal’. 

Charles had been a rosso corsa shade of red when Sebastian put a hand on the small of her back and said ‘you’ll blow them all away’ a year ago, when she took the Alfa Romeo seat hoping Ferrari would pick her up sometime in the future.  

The blue in her eyes is so piercing, it pits you against your own sanity, do you avoid her gaze or do you keep letting it lure in into deep, uncertain waters? Sebastian had whispered in her ear, how Charles shone so bright in red, back in the party to wave goodbye to Kimi from Maranello. Charles had blushed the same shade of his midi dress, spread her legs gently when Sebastian pushed a thigh in between her knees, crowding her behind the closed door of some office deep in Gestione Sportiva. Sebastian wore a suit and a blazer, all black with the Ferrari logo like a brand over her heart. 

Sebastian smiles at her, crows feet around her eyes deepening ever so slightly. She smiles in that gentle way it exudes of the care and affection she holds for this new teammate of hers, the one that could take her from the pedestal Ferrari had put her on in 2015. She smiles and she is exhausted, Charles can tell everything has taken a toll on her, the whispering of vicious voices around Maranello, la predestinata and so on.

But she’s beautiful like a dream and stubborn like the bull that gave her wings. She’s Sebastian and she is perfect and Charles is endlessly lost in her.  

“It means a lot,” she ends up saying, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “I can learn a lot from her, for sure.”

#lourdes tag #fic asks #sebchal #lesbian sebchal at that!!!!

[livetogether--diealone]

is you? https://twitter.com/Leclercvettel1/status/1724900915944235405

Charles using n.5? DELETE HIM

Me 🤝 Charles suffering from the same mental illness: missing Seb

#anyway sebchal never lost #he shouldn't be allowed to do this #it's 8 in the morning #charles leclerc #sebastian vettel #sebchal #ask time

[racingliners]

5 + sebchal 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi!!! Sorry this took all day, I don't know how to write short things. Hope you enjoy! 💚

sebchal + "I guess you are right" - send me a prompt!

Charles had changed his mind no less than fifty times about whether or not he should have simply flown to Switzerland instead of driving all the way up from Monaco. He’d already spent a good sleepless night before he left weighing up the pros and cons – flying would definitely have gotten the whole thing over with whatever the outcome, but driving through the French countryside and most of Switzerland gave Charles the most time to try and prepare a speech.

(The quickest way would have been to drive to Milan and then go North, but Charles wanted all the extra seconds the universe could spare him).

He’d spent the night at a hotel in Geneva that he couldn’t remember anything about other than the luxury setting and soft sheets, Charles still wasn’t able to think about much other than his destination.

He and Seb still exchanged Christmas cards, and Charles cherished every single one, which was why he thankfully didn’t have to ask Mia to ask Britta for Sebastian’s address. Something that would have added an extra layer of embarrassment to what Charles was about to do, maybe to the point of talking himself out of it, but he was glad that the irrational part of his mind was still winning out as he threw his weekend bag into the boot of his car (not his custom Ferrari, but a rental white Audi. He wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible).

Charles had expected the weather to be nicer for the second week of August, but instead the air was cool and the sky a barely there grey as he set off on the next leg of his journey.

He didn’t realise that he was in love with Sebastian until their last race as teammates, and every day since he’d kept his feelings buried so deep down there would be moments Charles would almost forget they were there. But then he’d see an Aston Martin drive past him, or a butterfly hovering on a flower and they would come back to the surface almost ten time stronger.

And now that Sebastian only had nine races left in his F1 career, for better or worse Charles decided he had to go to Switzerland to finally tell him how he felt.

The sky darkened the further into Switzerland Charles drove, and by the time he was 20 kilometres past Bern thick heavy raindrops started to batter the windscreen. He briefly considered pulling over at a service station but there was a small fire in his chest telling him to keep going, to keep driving.

Even in the pouring rain, Switzerland was beautiful. The deep green forests, the towering mountains that put the ones in Monaco to shame, the deep blue lakes that looked so much like Sebastian’s eyes it was borderline unnerving. Charles knew from the handful of pictures Seb had shown him over the years why Seb called the country home. There was a split second where Charles felt like he might be able to call it home too, but he gripped his hands tighter round the steering wheel to snap himself out of it.

As the pit of his stomach kept telling him, there was no guarantee Sebastian would now or ever love Charles back.

He allowed himself ten minutes at a service station just outside Lucerne for an espresso and a pep talk. After all, how hard would it really be to tell an ex-teammate that Charles was so in love with him he felt like bursting into flames if they were stood too close together.

Back in the driver’s seat, Charles gently brushed his hands down his navy button up shirt before resting them in his lap, allowing himself one deep breath before starting the car again, and driving away.

The closer he got to Sebastian’s house the more his throat seemed to tighten, to the point where he almost couldn’t breathe when Charles finally turned off the motorway and the satnav told him he would be at his destination in five short kilometres.

At some point the intensity of the rain had decreased to a light drizzle, Charles barely noticed it as he stepped out of the car but that might have been because he was fixated on the very unassuming front door to Sebastian’s house.

It was a dark wood with black metal fixtures screwed into it, and a tiny square glass window near the top. Charles was tall enough to look through it but he couldn’t see anything, as the rain started to fall heavier once more.

His whole mouth felt dry to the point he wasn’t sure if he would be able to get a word out let alone a sentence, and he realised that he’d left his coat in the car but he couldn’t turn and get it now when he was so close. Instead Charles slowly curled his right hand into a fist, and he knocked his knuckles against the wood three times.

All Charles could hear was the sound of the rain hitting the ground.

What was he thinking?! He should have called first, or at least texted Seb back in Lucerne to see if he was at home. For all Charles’ luck Sebastian was back in Heppenheim visiting his family and friends, or on holiday somewhere with someone that wasn’t Charles.

Why did he drive all this way in the hope that Sebastian already loved him in return?

Charles forced down a large gulp and bit down on his lip as he took two small steps away from the door. He didn’t want to leave, but maybe he had to. Maybe he would be better off letting his dreams of Sebastian go, maybe it would be easier this way.

He had just moved his left foot to turn himself round when the door opened.

“Charles?” And there Seb was, his gorgeous blue eyes wide as he looked Charles up and down in complete disbelief.

“Seb.” Charles said his name with a sigh of relief and a bright smile. He was right there, barely two metres away. If Charles tried hard enough he could probably smell Seb’s aftershave alongside the rain.

“What are you doing here?” “I love you.”

They both said at the exact same time, their faces fell mirroring each other perfectly.

“I’m sorry.” Charles said quickly. “I didn’t… I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I had to tell you before you left.”

Seb’s eyes glanced past Charles at the Audi with its French licence plate, and quickly put two and two together.

“You…” The hand that had been rested against the door frame fell to Seb’s side. He was wearing a light grey crewneck that Charles was sure he’d seen Seb wear on multiple factory visits to Maranello paired with dark jeans and navy socks. “You drove all the way here?”

“I know it’s stupid.” Charles wasn’t sure if he was speaking about his feelings or his life choices. “I couldn’t tell you over the phone, I wanted to see you before Spa because if I don’t tell you now I don’t think I ever will. Because in time I’ll be able to live with not winning the title this year but I not if I say goodbye to you without you knowing how I feel.” The words tumbled out of his mouth almost as fast as the rain was falling from the sky. Charles briefly panted to regain his breath while his heart continued to hammer against his ribcage. He was soaked through now, but he didn’t care. He already knew that Seb turning him down would be worse. Clothes could dry but broken hearts were always harder to fix.

Sebastian blinked slowly, not once had his eyes left Charles’ face since he clocked the rental car parked in his driveway. His eyes were still wide, they looked like an ocean Charles would happily down in.

It was only when Charles realised that Seb still hadn’t said anything at all, that he opened his moth to start forming an apology, only to be cut off by Sebastian lurching forwards to cup his warm hands around Charles’ jaw as he tilted his head down to kiss him.

It was a fairly chaste kiss, but it was more than enough.

“You need to get inside.” Seb said quickly after he pulled away, his eyes darted all over Charles sodden clothes. “You should have worn a coat!”

Charles’ head now felt so light he had to grip onto Seb’s forearms out of fear he was about to float away.

“I guess you are right.” He said with a lazy smile, and he let Sebastian pull him inside the warm house. “I have a bag in the car-” Charles said as Sebastian shut the door behind them.

“Later.” Seb said firmly, pulling Charles in for a longer, deeper kiss.

#It's a bit rough bc it's been forever since I've written a prompt but I hope you like it!! #asks #argentinagp #lourdes tag #my writing #sebchal

[luchitohamilton]

oh my gosh, i just have to ask where you found that charles & seb hug clip (first gif in your gifset), if you don’t mind sharing the clip/source? thank you so much 🥺

its from canal+ fp1 stream :-)

#ask #sebchal #sewis #dont care for the rest lmao #sebastian vettel

[transbrucewayne]

smh. guys just want sebchal with dom bottom seb who’s crazyinsane and potentially evil and whipped as hell shy sub top charles

#and is that too much to ask. #so if anyone has this. uh. 🪙🪙 I’d love to make a deal #charles leclerc #sebastian vettel #sebchal #my post #f1

[wanderingblindly]

‘hold’ or ‘safe’ for the word game thing <3

Hold(ing) popped up quite a few times!! So here's my favorite:

“I –” Lando puts down his mug to answer, freezing when he realizes he doesn’t really know what to say. I already like it here? That’s insane; he hardly knows where here is, he hardly knows anything about Tasmania beyond the color of its sky and the feeling of Oscar’s eyes holding his. But he feels it in his gut, that uncertainty pulling at him.

The only time I use safe is in a WIP fucking older than the earth, which I will come back to one day:

They spend a few days like that, sitting in unintentional silences as they try to find some semblance of a rhythm: they sleep in the same bed, a safe distance apart; Sebastian always wakes up first, lighting a fire against the winter chill and letting Enzo run to his heart’s content; Charles wakes up much later, sometimes disoriented, often still exhausted, before slowly making his way down the stairs.

#SEBCHAL WIP WHEN WILL THE INSPIRATION COME BACK #also the landoscar wip is going to be a million words long this is a threat to myself #ask me :) #sebchal #landoscar #WIP

[penaltyboxboxbox]

19 sebchal (especially considering the everything happening with charles rn)

Sebchal - talking late into the night. i do really like writing sebchal even tho i dont talk about them much here...we're gonna go 2019 teammates era. infidelity mentioned. not necessarily the most comforting but have fun.

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It makes Seb feel like a teenager.

A stupid teenager, specifically.

He's had a few glasses of wine and Charles is facetiming him, he insisted on doing so. Seb doesn't like doing it, and he feels like an old bitch, rolling his eyes at Charles and the others when they answer the calls so casually in the middle of a crowd. In the middle of a conversation.

He kicks himself mentally. You're not that old, Seb.

But Charles is that young. Twenty-one? Christ, Sebastian.

He kicks himself again. Literally this time, wincing at the hard heel of his dress shoe against his own ankle.

He pulls them off, one by one with the opposite foot. He balances the phone against the lamp on the bedside table, Charles rattles on about something. A pair of pants he's considering, what his mother sent him in the mail, a text his friend sent that was apparently so hilarious.

Seb didn't get the joke but nodded, smiled, sharp and flat. Charles smiled back, face still pink from his own laughter.

He tries not to stare at the admittedly blatant way Charles licks his lips, lets his eyelids flutter. Making a quiet little show of watching Seb take off his watch. His wedding ring.

It hasn't even been on long enough to leave a tanline yet. He doesn't have the excuse to having to take it off for work.

Still, he is, taking it off for work.

The skid of metal on wood feels jarringly loud.

"You looked very handsome tonight." Charles smiles, like a pleased cat through the screen.

"Too bad I did not have a date." The back of his neck feels hot at the way Charles squirms at the flirtation. "Needed someone to answer all the annoying little questions from boring old men."

"Oh come on, they are not that bad-"

"See. You like doing it. You like it."

"I am a good date then."

Seb hangs his head and laughs.

"Yes."

"Yes." Charles confirms.

Seb looks back up at his phone in time to catch Charles pulling his white tee up over his head, his hair poking out in odd directions.

"You got a haircut." Seb notices, beginning to unfasten the buttons of his dress shirt. "It looks nice."

"Thank you."

He watches as Charles situates himself in the frame, watching himself in the thumbnail, not Seb. The hour long rambling conversation, needling questions before, was just leading up to this.

They both knew it. Seb wished he had another drink.

#sebchal #165 #my fic #ask #romance writing asks

[stsainz]

post the sebchal edit please i beg

ok but anon be warned it’s laced with delulu juice

cr: charlesxaep on tiktok

song: reflections by the neighbourhood

LIKE DO U SEE WHAT I MEAN.. WHEN I SAID ITS SO infidelity older man younger boy forbidden love coded … like god i feel crazy

#i feel so insane #sebchal #charles leclerc #sebastian vettel #asks

[effervescentdragon]

You know I GOTTA 🥰

🦅 an angsty quote (something PAINFUL!! ouch ouch ouch!)

hmmm. here is an agsty quote from your bday fic that gives away nothing of what the fic is actually about. hopefully. I will finish it sometime 💖

“You were with them that night.”

Sebastian flinches. Charles’ voice is quiet and subdued, like he’s trying to pull the strings and drag a memory into existence.

“You came with the mob,” Charles continues, his voice gaining strength, “that night, the night my parents were killed. The night Lorenzo and Arthur escaped and I did not,” he says, and Sebastian has never felt more ashamed of himself in his life.

“Look at me!” Charles yells, his voice shaking. Sebastian doesn’t want to, but he raises his eyes nonetheless, because he’s been a coward his whole life but he cannot refuse Charles. He owes him that much, and more. He owes him something he can never repay.

“You were there with them on the night when my life fell apart,” Charles says, and Sebsatian can hear his father’s steel in his voice. His eyes are full of tears when he delivers the final accusation, the one that’s been haunting Sebastian for a decade. “You were there when Jules died.”

He could not have chosen a more painful lie than that truth. Sebastian wants to console Charles, who is now shaking. He wants to defend himself. He wants to lie.

But Sebastian doesn’t lie to Charles. That was the promise. Sebastian doesn't lie to Charles. Not anymore.

“Yes,” he says quietly, his shame palpable. "I was."

#wip bird game #sebchal #akira answers asks #f1 rpf

[leqclerc]

charles yacht (monaco sail gp when?) and shirtless posting once again since seb followed him in insta.. (how fast would seb unfollow.. after all that 🥹)

Seb really went from teasing Charles about growing up on a yacht (Monaco stereotype) or buying one to celebrate his first win to 1. Charles actually owning a yacht/several (?) via Riva sponsorship, 2. Seb getting involved in Sail GP which..... involves boats. Pot and kettle, Sebastian Vettel 🤨

On another note, since the following/unfollowing saga has everyone in a frenzy... when he first set up the Insta (or more likely it was set up for him) he followed a handful of accounts (among them, Charles), then unfollowed everyone bringing his following count down to 0. Most recently, he was seen following Lewis, then I think clearing it again, and now he follows all the active drivers plus a few additional people (including Daniel and Kimi I believe.) So it probably doesn't mean anything, lol, as much as the "Seb sighs deeply and hits unfollow after seeing a thirst trap on his feed" thing has become a running joke in the fandom.

#replies #anonymous #sebchal asks #after all blood runs thicker than [checks notes] instagram following status #and by blood i mean the blood sweat and tears the epic highs and lows of being scuderia ferrari drivers burdened by The Narrative

[mountinez]

fav sebchal fics??

oh i have quite a few, anon! i'm not capable of writing fluffy or romance per se, but i'm a sucker for reading it. so despite the dark-themed ones being my faves, i'll be recommending some light ones.

also if the author of any fic i put on here feels somehow uncomfortable to having their work kinda exposed, please let me know and i'll remove &lt;3

for the canon ones:

-> 'act of god' by peppermintstreets (rated e);

-> 'rouge at blanc' by peppermintstreets (rated g);

-> 'in my head, we belong' by sobraniee (rated m);

-> 'futile devices' by sobraniee (rated m);

-> 'all the lights sparkling for you, it seems' by foggystars (rated e);

-> 'no flowers, no flashbulbs' by superoxide (rated e);

-> 'see you falling' by redpaint (rated e);

-> 'looking for pressure points' by redpaint (rated e);

basically anything by redpaint tbh lol

for the aus:

-> 'green gloves' by tetrapod (rated e);

-> 'sanctuary' by pumpkinning (rated e);

-> 'teacher's pet' by sobraniee (rated e);

-> 'the language of another world' by redpaint (rated g);

-> 'latibule' by vettelmypretzel (rated e);

-> 'monachopsis' by holidayblues (rated e);

-> 'renaissance' by peppermintstreets (rated e);

i think there is more but this list is already extensive enough :)

unfortunately, sebchal is not quite a popular ship anymore and not many people write about them. a lot of people who write about them do not have them as a fixed priority of writing. so, to be honest, i eat straight up whatever content is dropped as soon as i can hehe.

#extensive list i know sorry #also i just got home from work so i hope i add the right links lmao #but here they are <3 #anon #asks #fic rec #sebchal #f1 rpf

[hungriestheidi]

sebchal beekeeper and his apprentice au? <3

send me an au and i’ll give you a ficlet about it

"Try not to think about being stung too much," he says, pumping the little hive with some smoke. It smells like nothing or maybe Charles has his nose clogged.

Considering the amount of stupid decisions he made since turning twenty six, a week ago (break up with his girlfriend, cancel his holiday with his family, quit his job and find a farm apprenticenship in fuck-know's-where, Switzerland), it wouldn't really be that wild to consider his body is starting to get sick.

He wasn't even thinking about getting stung, but now he is and he is panicking for a hot two or three minutes before Sebastian reaches forward, putting a hand around his wrist and squeezing gently.

"Have you done this before?" Sebastian asks. He'd put on his astronaut-esque bee outfit alongside Charles, helped him zip up and stay put while he taught him how to deal with the bees.

His response is shaking his head lightly. Sebastian let's out a breathy laugh.

"I could tell," he sounds amused by this entire thing as he continues to explain him bit by bit what to do.

It wasn't really his first idea when he started his day in the farm, but the guy delivering the honey had the most beautiful blue eyes, a full proper beard spreading around his jawline and a German accent that dripped all over Charles' ears like, well, honey. It was sweet, it was maddeningly addictive.

The plaid of his shirt was red and white and Charles made a comment about Bayern Munich. The stranger, Sebastian Vettel he had introduced himself as, gave him a grimace and then a laugh. "Eintracht Frankfurt, all the way." Then he invited him over for a 'lesson' in beekeeping, wagging his eyebrows, licking his lips and all.

Charles didn't actually expect a beekeeping class, more a beeline for his bedroom. But here he is, leaning over a beehive, surrounded by the buzzing of at least a dozen bees, peeking to follow Sebastian's finger as he points to the queen.

"Funny thing, eh?" Sebastian says, after explaining to him about the future queen being fed exclusively royal jelly, that's how they make it a queen.

"Yeah," Charles responds, looking up to find Sebastian staring at him. "Are you going to give me some more honey or...?"

"I would give you anything you asked," he pats Charles' lower back, hard enough to be felt through the layers of bee-protection and the tight shirt he was wearing underneath, "Anything, anytime." Sebastian throws him a wink and turns to the right, walking off to the next bee hive.

Charles doesn't know what to do with all of that, so he follows him and hopes for at least a jar of honey to make up for his troubles.

#fic asks #sebchal #63historian #<- i love your url lol

[blueballsracing]

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1blr #formula one #my posts #f1 polls #tumblr polls #f1 asks #f1 rpf #f1 rpf analysis #maxiel #lestappen #carlando #piarles #simi #brocedes #sewis #sebchal #galex #charlos #charles leclerc #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #carlos sainz #nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel #and im too lazy to continue tagging

[f1-stuff]

anon, i accidentally deleted this ask lmao - i have no idea how

BUT, the question was ‘who has been your fastest teammate in f1?’ and carlos proceeded to give a very diplomatic answer and not really say. Then, Charles just straight up says “Carlos and Seb,” and leaves out Marcus aksjashfk

Poor Marcus, indeed...

#carlos has had a lot more teammates but i Did laugh #Charles doesn't want to be subtle anymore #he's committed to his bfs #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #marcus ericsson #charlos #sebchal #anon #ask #Brazil GP '22 #video