DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

vii. all of my enemies started out friends

— the one where you get the sense you've been betrayed.

warnings: death threats, foul language, a panic attack. 2.7k words. (+written articles) not proofread whoops.

I Know, I Know | Charles Leclerc

Description: you help soothe Charles’ headache 

Word Count: 1.3k 

A/N: this is my first f1 blurb and naturally I gravitated towards…headaches and frequencies of car crashes in f1?? basically my response to the fact that f1 is a very wild sport and thinking the drivers have to have some chronic pain issues. primarily fluff but there’s a few drops of melancholy. idk hope someone enjoys and lemme know what you think it would mean a lot! :) 

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“You look very hot right now,” Charles whispers.

You laugh. “Your eyes are literally closed.”

You were in the middle of deciding which heels worked best with your new dress, when Charles had called out to you from his hotel suite’s living room, asking you to bring him the oil he always uses when he has a headache. The heels are now discarded at the edge of the couch, but you still have your dress on, hiked up your thighs so you can sit comfortably on his lap to apply the oil.  

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 (𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐒)

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Charles is warm to the touch, always.

It’s no surprise you’d curled your way into his arms sometime over the night, head tucked beneath his chin, fingers pressed into the heartbeat of his chest. He’s so, so warm. You’re quite sure you’re snuggling with a radiator half the time.

So when he slides off the bed in the early hours, you’re quick to recognize the chill settling on the sheets beside you. 

You stir awake, slowly, blinking at him as he shuffles back over to you from the kitchen. The smell of coffee filters the air, and you perk abit.

“Bonjour,” he greets, placing the mugs down. You’re too busy stretching like a cat to answer him, though; the shirt you’re wearing of his bunches up and he catches a glimpse of the goosebumps across your stomach. He reaches over to tug it back down, pressing a kiss to your jaw as he does so. “Tu as bien dormi?” 

His voice is still heavy with sleep.

You hum in assent. “Slept good. You?”

“Mh,” he nods gently, sliding into the covers as you raise it to invite him back in. It’s a good sleep alright— he’s sure your muscles must ache from last night’s busy activities, if the marks on both his chest and your neck are anything to go by. He ought to apologise. For now, he’ll settle with wrapping himself closer to you. 

“Sleepy, still?” he says, more a statement than a question. 

You nod, smiling as you feel him nudge another good-morning kiss onto your forehead. He smells like coffee grounds and him, him, him. 

Charles’ hand skims up the side of your thigh, where your leg sits hitched around his hips, pulls you impossibly closer with a content sigh. You look beautiful like this— soft to the touch, skin warm under the covers as the Monaco sun slants gold across your face. God, he could look at you forever.

“I think I’m still dreaming,” he mumbles softly. “You look so beautiful, mon amour.”

You practically purr at him, and the sound sends a flutter of butterflies to take wing in his chest. “You’re such a flirt, Charles.”

“You love me,” he teases, watching the way you scrunch your nose when he leans to press his face on yours. He dimples at you. It makes him look boyish.

A smile cuts across your lips. It’s lazy and dopey, but Charles admires you anyway, running his thumb across your cheeks.  “Personal space, please?”

“Hm?”

“Nothing. I said I love you, Charles,” you amend, biting back a squeak when he surges forward to press another flurry of kisses to your face. There’s a few minutes of hushed laughter and tangling of limbs as the both of you snuggle back into the warmth of each other, tucked under the covers and squished comfortably into his arms. 

“I love you too,” he finally says, and the admission— no matter how many times he’s said it— sends you blushing in a rush of affection. 

You smile so hard you have to duck your head into his shoulder.

The coffee has gone cold; Monté Carlo is slow to rise. But he has you in his arms.

Charles thinks he wouldn’t trade this moment for the world.

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0. PROLOGUE

1. WELCOME TO THE CIRCU(IT)S!

2. THE WOLVES’ CARNIVAL

3. MAN O' WAR

it’s never over ✴︎ cl16

genre: childhood friends to friends with benefits to lovers (a mouthful), smut, humor, Fluffff!!!!, several references to 70’s music, 

word count: 12.9k  

You must have lost the plot along the way, because pretending to date your childhood best friend was not on your 2023 bingo card. (Neither was the fact that things are looking a lot more real as time passes.)

nsfw warnings under the cut!

you are in love - m.schumacher

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t-swift inspired works list

requested: n

pairings: mick schumacher x reader

summary: the ways in which you and mick both know you are in love

warnings: fluff + one swear word

a/n: feedback is always appreciated xx

No proof, one touch

But you felt enough

genesis ✩ the harpy

F1 Grid x Fem! F1 Driver! OC

IN WHICH... astrée makes her debut on the track and proceeds to also make history.

coming home 

summary: 

“why are you still awake?” 

“why are you so late?” 

warnings: fluff, mild teasing, angst (if you read between the lines), fluff 

a/n: i take no responsbility for the typos because it is five in the morning 

gif credit: @peterparkcr

the tour

tasm!peter x gn!reader 

summary: 

“…and this is where i slipped on that ice and got that bruise that went all the way down my back and turned green before it healed–”

“ugh, peter, don’t bring that up.”

warnings: fluff, it’s literally only banter because i forgot what the point of this was, catch the psych references, teasing 

a/n: you’re welcome, shawn spencer 

Keep reading

push and pull 

tasm!peter x fem!reader 

summary: 

“how are you today? i’m getting a different aura.”

you raise a brow, confused. 

warnings: fluff, awkward reader and awkward peter. coffee shop vibes, a lot of miscommunication, tiny bit of angst 

a/n: what can i say? 

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the 5 times he knew – pg6

genre. fluff ! pairings. gavi x fem!reader ! tropes. childhood friends to lovers, asshole!gavi if u squint ! warnings. alcohol, curse words? ! a/n. my first fic !! had to reupload bcs tumblr messed it up. also let's pretend gavi has his driver's license for this lol

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 ★ 𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐢

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which gavi can't help but spoil you rotten.

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: die for you ★ the weeknd

𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: ❛ hey i like ur stories so much im from australia as well i was wondering if you can write about gavi spoiling the reader or giving her princess treatment!! ❜

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hey anon, omg i was so excited to write this request! as always, any feedback is greatly appreciated and thank you so much for reading!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1143

It all started with a bouquet of roses. Well, ❛ bouquet ❜ was a bit of an understatement.

The first thing you noticed as soon as you opened the door to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Gavi, was the sweet smell of fresh flowers and, as you made your way to the kitchen, the huge arrangement of perfect, ruby-red roses.

A gasp escaped your throat at the sight of the stunning flowers, gently breathing in their aroma before noticing the white card that had settled in between the stems. Delicately plucking it from in between the velvety-soft petals, you couldn't stop the smile that had broken over your face at the card's message.

❛ To Y/N, my dream girl. ❜

Just at the simple sentence, you felt your heart flutter, knowing exactly who this gift had come from.

Half an hour later, your boyfriend stepped through the door, immediately dropping his football bag and boots onto the floor before wrapping you up into a hug, feeling you giggle into his shoulder at his affection.

"Yuck, your all sweaty!" Your nose wrinkled, hand placing onto his chest before pushing a chuckling Gavi away.

"I'm sweaty? After coming back from training?" He teased, his fingertips still lingering on the soft fabric of your hoodie as your eyes rolled good-naturedly. "You're joking."

"Wow, you're funny." You scoffed, unable to prevent the smirk that was tugging at the corner of your mouth. "World famous football star and now a comedian? What can't you do?"

Your words became mumbles against his lips as you melted back into his warm silhouette, capturing his mouth with yours as you lazily laced your arms over his shoulders, unconsciously letting your manicure ( that he insisted to pay for despite your protests ) drag across his skin.

His large hands gripped your waist tighter before slipping his tongue between your lips, heart hammering behind your ribs at the sensation. The kiss, no matter how familiar, was dizzying to Gavi, a blush spilling over the bridge of his nose as your fingers tangled in his hair.

He parted from you slowly, chest gently rising and falling as you softly smiled up at your boyfriend. "Thank you for the roses. They're beautiful."

"Beautiful roses for a beautiful girl, huh?" He shot back quickly, your nose scrunching at his cheesy line and his following laughter at your reaction. Trailing your figure as you strolled into the kitchen, you soon felt a strong arm comfortably rest over your shoulders, pulling your body into his again.

It seemed like he couldn't go a second without your touch.

"They're for your birthday." Gavi shrugged nonchalantly, his words causing your amused gaze to shift from the gorgeous arrangement to his casual expression.

"My birthday? That isn't for a couple more days." You chuckled, pushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear as you tilted your head up towards him.

"I know." He replied with a soft smile, pulling you into his chest before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, mumbling into your hair the rest of his statement. "This present is one of many."

"Pardon?"

"Nothing."

Your birthday had finally rolled around and although you were disappointed that you couldn’t spend your morning with your boyfriend because of his training, he promised he would make it up to you that evening.

You had decided to skip your final class of the day so you be able to slowly get ready for your date night with Gavi, turning on your ❛ gettin ready ❜ playlist and mindlessly singing along to your favourite songs as you styled your hair and did your makeup.

Slipping on the simple, ink-black, dress, you smiled at your reflection before turning towards the bedroom door as Gavi’s knuckles rapped on the painted timber.

“You almost ready? Can I come in?” He asked, already donning his dress pants and shirt. You hummed in reply, sliding a finger under the thin, satiny strap to adjust it as he stepped into the room. You spun towards him, meeting his awed expression at the way the dress perfectly hugged every curve, dipped at your chest to display some cleavage and skimmed the soft skin of your thighs. “Holy-”

“What? Is there something on my face?” Your expression faltered slightly before he stepped closer to you, eagerly grabbing your waist, fingertips dancing over the silky fabric as he gazed down at you admirably.

"No, no, you just- you look gorgeous . . . like an angel." He smiled, love blossoming in his chest as you bashfully ducked your head at his words, teeth sinking into your lower lip. "Are you almost ready to go?"

Nodding, you gently pushed away from his grip and sat down on the edge of your bed. "Yep. I just need to put my heels on."

"Hold on." Gavi's voice interrupted, causing your brows to furrow with confusion as he left the room before returning with a black box. "I got you these."

Carefully opening the present, your eyes were met with your dream shoes, your wide eyes immediately darting towards your boyfriend's hazel irises. "Oh, Pablo . . . you didn't. This is too much."

"Anything for you, darling. Anything." He softly smiled before delicately taking the shoe out of his perfectly arranged gift wrap and bending down. "Here. Let me do it."

Unbeknownst to him, your gaze down towards him was full of love as he ever-so-gently slipped your feet into the heels before attentively adjusting the straps. Once he was finished, he pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your ankle, feeling the cold, thin chain of the anklet and its tiny ❛ P ❜ charm dangling off the metal he had gifted you on your last birthday against his lips.

"Thank you, my love." You murmured as soon as he stood up, moving in a similar manner to brush your lips against his jawline before collecting your bag.

"Of course. But we gotta' get movin', that poor Uber driver has been waiting forever for use now." He nodded, a playful smirk pulling at his lips. "Thanks to you, as per usual."

Eyes diving with mock annoyance, you tossed your hair over your shoulder before stepping out of your bedroom, Gavi thoughtfully holding the door open for you. "Rude. I take back everything I said."

"Yeah, yeah." He snickered, unable to stop his eyes from trailing down your silhouette as you walked down the hallway. "I know you love me."

He was 100% right, of course.

But it wasn't all the expensive gifts and attention that had made you fall in love with the brown-haired boy ─ it was just the simple things, his presence, his warmth and comfort and endless appreciation for you that was the true reason your heart seemed to beat a little faster.

has yet to pass ✴︎ cs55

centre image by tony belobrajdic

genre: exes to lovers, slow burn, fluff, humor, slight angst, yearning, some sexual tension

word count: 12.5k

Four years after an angry breakup, the universe is bored enough to nominate Carlos Sainz for GQ Sports’ Man of the Year and assign you to be the writer of his profile.

notes... internet translated spanish lol

auds here... requested, this fic is long! i hope you all like it apologies for the inactivity </3 exes to lovers we have a very love/hate relationship but this was a pleasure to write

You’re half sure your head is about to pop out from how annoyed you are.

At the office, mornings move slowly in the very corporate-desk-job kind of way, but today is notably slower. Your boss had called you in an hour earlier to discuss important matters, and this is your third hour waiting already. Either your boss is a dumbass, or you got the wrong email, which both essentially mean the same thing anyway.

how you get the girl – cl16

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Summary: The one where you and your boyfriend Charles attend a gala for a friend and run into Harry Styles – who happens to be your ex. 

Pairing: charles leclerc x reader

Word Count: 3534

Warnings: mentions of a past break-up, jealousy, possessive charles, angst? (only if you squint, or maybe not I don’t know), charles being charles, google translate French, anger?

Request: “Can I request a Charles fanfic with angst? Maybe famous singer reader used to date someone really famous like Harry styles and they run into Harry and Charles is really jealous and acting up/mad?”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! this is my first time writing a fic, so all feedback is welcome and appreciated. i liked the idea that the anon named harry so i used him, but also i had to include taylor swift some way because she is the literal best. thank you anon for the request, i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

the student life | charles leclerc instagram au

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charles_leclerc … they were right, i can’t hack the student life 

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name(s) of love ✩ cl16

Charles Leclerc x Fem! Girlfriend! Reader

IN WHICH... love takes on many forms and many names.

to live a lifetime with you | CL16

PAIRING: charles leclerc x fem!reader

REQUESTED: [] yes [X] no

WORD COUNT: 7.8k

SYNOPSIS: after twenty-six years together, it only made sense that charles would want to live out the rest of his life with you by his side.

WARNINGS: mentions of death (jules + charles' father), mattia being a decent human being at the end (sorry its for plot only), probably so many sentences that make no sense, time skips galore, me writing about love without having ever experienced it, french translations