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Not A Verstappen: A New World {9}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Two more races closer to the end of the season and all that means is the competition is fiercer than ever and every point is a battle to win. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, assault, angst WC: 2k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten

Round Sixteen - Singapore GP

Charles was worried about you. You had barely said a word since the race ended, only congratulating your boyfriends on their great results. You were disappointed in yourself for finishing last place. Technically it was 15th place but everyone behind you had DNF’d so you were the last one to cross the finish line.

The bath did little to ease the tension embroiled in your body and you sank down beneath the surface. A wavering image of Charles filled your vision as he took a seat at the edge of the bathtub and trickled his fingers through the water. Only when your lungs began to burn did you resurface with a deep gasp for fresh air.

“You’re going to catch a cold, ma chérie,” Charles said softly as he wiped away the rivulets of water. It was almost like he knew they were mixed with your tears. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” you whispered. “I think I am just going to stay in tonight, I don’t want to hold you back from celebrating. You guys did great today.”

“You are being too hard on yourself. It sucks, Lando and I know that first hand,” he chuckled, referring back to the first half of the season. “But you’ll come back stronger, I know you. You’ll be back in the points next week.”

You smiled weakly at his confidence and accepted his hand that helped pull you from the bath. “Are you willing to bet on that?”

“D'accord,” he nodded, wrapping you tightly in a towel before kissing your forehead. “I have faith in you, mon amour.”

“That makes one of us,” you joked, feeling a little better now that you were wrapped in his arms. “You should get ready to go, Lando is going to need you to carry him home tonight.”

“Mon Dieu, him and Carlos drinking together,” Charles groaned as if just realising what he was in for. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

You nodded and stepped out of the bathroom to grab your phone. “I think there is another Verstappen somewhere around here feeling sorry for himself too, and misery loves company.”

Max arrived before Lando had finished styling his hair and he came bearing gifts, a bag of mouthwatering food packed full of local dishes in one hand and a bottle of gin in the other. 

“Now it’s a pity party,” you laughed as he made himself comfortable in the living room. He didn’t even bother with plates, just eating straight out of the containers while he changed the channel off MTV. “Are you planning on sharing or do I need to order my own?”

“Depends if you care what Kristian thinks,” he shrugged, pushing a container aside. He grinned knowing you couldn’t turn down the grilled kebabs slathered in a sauce that would give your PT a heart attack. “Live dangerously, zusje.”

You snorted and dropped into the seat beside him, grabbing a pair of chopsticks and the dish from the coffee table. “I hate you.”

“Uh-huh, heard that before,” he teased as continued to flick through the channels until he hit the movies. “Fast X?”

“No,” Lando answered for you as he finally appeared from the bathroom with his hair perfectly styled and his shirt half unbuttoned. He explained that it was to combat the humidity in the country but you and Charles knew it was because he loved to flash his tanned and toned chest, almost as much as you liked to see it. “She’ll get pissed off that it is too unrealistic.”

“It is unrealistic,” you pointed out.

Max laughed, “It’s a movie.” But he still changed the channel. “Maverick? The original.”

“Sure,” Charles said with a grin as he pulled his shoes on, “if you want to comfort her when Goose dies.”

“You are impossible.” Max shook his head and tossed the remote on your lap. “You choose something.”

Ready to leave, Charles looked like he was going to ask you if you had changed your mind before thinking better of it. Instead he kissed you as innocently as he could manage with your brother sitting beside you. “Je t’aime.”

“Love you too, have fun.” You held your hand out to Lando and pulled him down to your height for a kiss too. “Not too much fun. I don’t want to wake up to any new CarLando rumours.”

He knew you were joking and he nipped your bottom lip for it before pulling away and holding his necklace up. “Holy trinity, baby: you, Charles and me.”

“That’s why you are missing your top three buttons,” Charles teased as he slung his arm over Lando’s shoulder. “All for the necklace and definitely not vanity.”

“Me? Vain? Never,” Lando scoffed. “I am humble, thank you very much.”

“Mhmm, so humble, mon cher,” Charles agreed sarcastically as he led them to the door before blowing you one final kiss. “Bonne nuit.”

Round Seventeen - Japan GP

Lawrence wanted to speak to you after the race finished and you hoped it was because he had some answers as to why the car was struggling. The upgrades seemed to make it worse and it was a hell of a push just to get back in the points, but you had made it like Charles assured you would.

Walking into Lance’s side of the garage, you assumed his father would be nearby. What you didn’t account for was Lance storming through the engineers after his DNF. It was a moment of wrong place at the wrong time that put you into his path and you felt the need to at least say something to him.

“Sorry, man, that was a rough one.” Hindsight was a real charmer as his green eyes narrowed with rage and you were shoved to the floor. Your ass met the hard concrete and the garage fell silent as they witnessed the attack.

Your shoulders ached where he had pushed you, but your butt would surely have bruises come morning. Calmly, you swallowed down the pain as the cameras waited for your reaction and you rose to your feet. You wiped the dust from your backside and looked at Lance. “At least I know how you injured your wrists, you’re a real fucking wanker.”

Word spread like wildfire as the footage was shared around the paddock and the world and your call to the Stewards came before Lando finished his podium celebration, the first you hadn’t been there to witness. It only added to your sour mood as you stepped into the meeting room and found an empty chair opposite Lawrence and Lance. You were by no means alone but everyone who had been asked to come as witness were all on Lawrences bank roll so you might as well have been.

The tedious hearing details were read by the Stewards, along with footage that showed the push that put you on your ass. They turned to Lance first, asking for his take on the event and whispered with his father before sitting back.

“It was an accident, I didn’t see her there.”

You scoffed under your breath but caught the look Lawrence sent you as the Steward asked you the same question. It was a look that everyone had warned you about. It was the look that drew the line in the sand of who had his support, and why wouldn’t he take his son’s side - he was a father first and a principal second. It was a look that said you would be finding another team next year if you weren’t careful.

Looking down at your hands the words tasted like ash. “Like Lance said, it was an accident.”

The steward nodded and typed some notes on his laptop. “Then the matter is settled, you will be fined €20,000.00 for unsportsmanlike behaviour.”

You lunged out of your seat and slammed your hands on the table at the ruling. “For what!”

“You saw the same evidence as I did,” he said, ignoring your outburst. “You clearly called Mr Stroll, Lance, a ‘fucking wanker’ on live tv. If that is all, we have another review about to begin.”

You left the room to see Bottas and Sargeant waiting with their team representatives and kept your head low as you passed by, feeling their curious eyes following. Lawrence kept pace with you as you left the building, Lance lagging somewhere behind, and you debated breaking into a sprint to see if the old man could keep up.

“Thank you,” Lawrence said, nearly making you trip over in surprise.

“Thank you?” you growled as you turned on him. “I saved your toddler’s career, you can do better than a fucking ‘thank you’.”

“Lance is struggling and it’s affecting him badly, but that’s no excuse for how he treated you.” Lawrence placed a hand on your shoulder but you shrugged it off as you remembered the look in the meeting room. You may both be wearing the same colours but you were not on the same team.

“You can still be a good father and not protect him from everything. In fact, it might just do him a lot of good in getting his head out of his ass. Now, I am going to go and take an ice bath and you are going to pay my fine. If there’s a bonus in my bank account when I get back to the hotel, we’ll call it even.”

You left without giving him the time to respond and jogged back to hospitality, an unfortunately long distance from the FIA building. Some of the teams were already starting to pack their motorhomes down but Aston Martin was still lively, even more so when you stepped inside and saw Charles, Lando and Max looking tense amongst a group of Lance’s friends that travelled with him .

“Woah, stand down, killers,” you teased with a flippant attitude you didn’t feel. “Shouldn’t you take it out to the parking lot?”

“Too many witnesses,” Max muttered.

“I was joking, we can all relax. You three, my room. Now.” You pointed your finger to the stairs and waited for them to start walking before you followed, glaring at the rest of them. “Don’t you have more important things to do, like I don’t know, check Lance has warm milk in his sippy cup?”

“Little bitch.”

“Fils de pute, va te faire enculer!”

You blocked the stairs but Max had already grabbed Charles and held him back. “That’s an insult to his mother,” you said as the door opened and Lance arrived. “It’s not her fault her son is a sycophant, and here’s his sugar daddy now. Tighten the leash on your little friends, Lance. It’s the least you can do since you owe me.”

His lips twisted into a grimace at the reminder but he jutted his head to the other end of the motorhome and his friends followed him, their disappointment palpable. You could only imagine what he had been telling them in private to create that sort of reaction and realised why the driver had gone through so many teammates on the grid. He was insufferable.

You gently pushed on Charles’ arm when he didn’t move, he was intently watching the group leave and the staff return back to their jobs as if nothing happened. “Come on, babe, let’s just get my stuff and go home.”

“Since when are you the rational one?” Max asked as he led the way with Lando and left you to hook your arm with Charles and follow.

“Maybe I’m finally maturing.” you said with a grin that finally had the tension lifting as they all started to laugh. “Rude.”

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LN4 | Happy Anniversary!

Summary: When Lando forgets the date of your anniversary, you can get over it. However, the pressure of his job isn’t a good enough reason to excuse all of his forgetful tendencies and lack of attention for you.

Lando Norris x fem!Reader, established relationship

WC: 4.8K

Warnings: cursing, angsty, sad fic with happy ending

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The soft morning sunlight peeks through the curtains of your bedroom, casting a soft rosy glow over the room. You take a deep breath, a gentle smile settling on your face at the realisation that it’s already been a year – a year of being loved, of sharing every thought and story, of new experiences and memories... One year of being married to the love of your life. It’s hard to believe.

You turn on your side to face your husband, propping your head on your palm as you watch him sleep peacefully. Your hand is softly stroking his chest while you smile with adoration. “Good morning, baby,” you say when you notice the change in his breathing.

Lando merely grumbles, not quite awake yet. Nevertheless, he pulls you closer to his side, letting you cuddle up against his warm body. Pressing your face against his chest, you leave a few kisses along the bare skin.

Lando sighs, stretching out his body. “Good morning, darling,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You smile excitedly, sitting up to look at the handsome man you get to call your husband.

“Do you know what day it is?” You whisper.

Lando frowns as he wipes his tired eyes, “What day?” 

The confusion is evident in his voice. Regardless, you nod excitedly. Your smile falters as you watch the wheels turning in his head, gathering that he doesn’t remember. You move to the bedside table, rumbling through the drawer until you find what you’re searching for.

The expression on Lando’s face changes from confusion to guilt when you proudly show the present you’ve wrapped up so neatly, the realisation settling in. “Fuck. It’s our anniversary today, isn’t it?”

You nod, “I got you a little something, to celebrate,” you clarify. The smile on your face is gentle, comforting, and it nearly makes Lando believe you don’t care that he forgot.

“Oh, baby, I’m really sorry. I can’t believe I forgot our anniversary. God, that’s bad, isn’t it? The first year, and I’ve already screwed it up. I’m so sorry, love. Fuck.” Lando rubs a hand over his face, his expression pained.

“It’s okay, Lan. I know you’ve been busy,” you reassure him, “besides, it’s only the first year, we’ll have many more anniversaries.” You offer your gift again. “Just open the present, please? I want to know what you think of it!” You say enthusiastically.

Lando’s not fully convinced yet, “But I haven’t got anything for you,” he protests.

“Doesn’t matter, I already got this for you. Open, please!”

Lando sighs, but doesn’t resist further. However, the guilt of his forgetfulness settles deeper when he opens the carefully wrapped gift. You had taken the time and effort to make something, rather than buy a present, and he couldn’t even bother to remember your first wedding anniversary. He felt like an asshole.

At his silence, you felt the need to explain, “It’s a jar of notes,” you take the jar from his hands and open it. “It’s got different things: my favourite memories of us, things I love about you, what reminds me of you, just whatever I could think of. Then, when you’re gone for work, you can pull one out whenever you miss me,” you demonstrate, grabbing a note from the full jar, “or you could just call me, or whatever.” You put the piece of paper back, close the jar, and look up to your husband.

“Do you like it?”

Lando smiles lovingly, “I love it! Thank you, baby. I love you,” he says before kissing you softly.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t get you anything. I swear I’ll make it up to you. In fact, I’ll make a reservation for tonight right now, we can go out to dinner together to celebrate, and if you want we can go shopping today too, I’ll buy you anything you want—” 

You cut him off with a laugh. “That’s not necessary, Lan. I know you love me. Besides, I’d much prefer to spend today at home with you, while you’re still here,” you say, stroking his face fondly before you pull him in for a kiss.

Regardless of your objections, Lando still manages to make a reservation for tonight at your favourite restaurant. He doesn’t make a single comment when you order the salmon despite his dislike for fish, and for weeks after he anticipates every single need you might have before you can utter even a syllable. He brings you the snacks he knows you love most on his way home, makes homecooked meals for you (however bad at cooking he is – he switched to take away after the first two times), and watches your favourite shows with you even though he hates them. He does anything and everything he can think of to make you feel loved and appreciated.

Unfortunately, his efforts only lasted a few weeks. Now, you knew what you were getting into when you married Lando last year. You had been in a relationship with him for several years before the wedding, so you are well aware of the time he needs to put into his work, even outside of office hours, not to mention the amount of stress and anxiety that come with racing at such a high level. That’s why it doesn’t bother you that much that your husband forgot about your anniversary; you know the pressure he’s under.

However, lately, his work has become even more time-consuming, more stressful and he’s become less attentive. It’s no surprise with how well the last races have been going – Lando’s finishing on the podium every weekend – that pressures have increased. He’s no longer fighting for only the constructor’s championship, but he has an actual chance at the driver’s championship too. The team is excited, and working hard, and the same is expected of Lando. Additionally, the fans have been putting more pressure. You know how much Lando’s affected by the stress of it all; he doesn’t want to disappoint, and now that the car’s performing, the only factor that could cause a loss, is him. The pressure, stress, and anxiety are taking over his body. He’s becoming more forgetful and instead of spending his free time with you, his wife, he’s thinking about the next race’s strategy, working out to improve his performance, or practising the tracks. Formula 1 had taken over the number one spot in his life.

You get where he’s coming from, you really do, but one of the most important things, if not the most important thing, in a relationship is communication and recently, Lando wasn’t communicating with you. He doesn’t tell you about the pressure or anxiety, all you know is from reading the man. After the number of years you’d spent together, you know him well enough to be aware of his struggles without him having to tell you.

You’d address the issue, ask him to talk to you, but you don’t when. Lando’s gone so much that you barely see him. His early mornings and early nights don’t align with your schedule; Lando’s gone before you’re properly up and has already eaten when you get home from work. The both of you have always been busy before, but at least you’d always eat together, and talk about your day. Now that those moments are missing, you feel lonely.

Lando has no clue of the things running through your mind. After all, you never told him. Even during the summer break, you keep quiet about your feelings, not wanting it to affect Lando’s performance during the races when you know how hard he's working to do well. Besides, it does get better during the break; Lando’s home more often and his mind's not as occupied with thoughts about his work. Nevertheless, he’s gone most of the time. You had expected for Lando to spend his time off with you, but instead, he hangs out with his friends.

Although the break has positively affected his behaviour, Lando's forgetfulness remains the same. You had told him about your friend’s birthday party several times during the past weeks, asking him to come along. When he promised you would, you thought things were finally going back to normal. But now, as you are waiting for your husband to come home so you can leave for the party together, you realise nothing has changed.

It’s already quarter past eight. Fifteen minutes later than you had said you would leave. You are ready to go – makeup glowing, favourite dress on, present wrapped and purse checked – when you decide you won’t wait any longer. You had given Lando plenty of chances to show his care for you and to consider you in his plans. You always visited his friends with him when he wanted you to, and he couldn’t show up for one party you asked him to come to? You leave the house, no messages sent and your phone on do-not-disturb: let him worry.

You plaster a fake smile on your face when you arrive to your friend’s house, pulling her into a hug when she opens the door. 

“Hey, girl! Happy birthday!” You say in a high-pitched voice. “I can’t believe you’re finally 25!” You continue, squeezing her tight.

“Thanks, babe,” she responds when you let each other go, looking over your shoulder. “Where’s Lando? Parking the car?”

“Uh, no, actually. He couldn’t come.” The awkward smile on your face says enough, she knows not to ask any further.

“Oh, okay. That’s too bad. I would have loved to see him. You know, congratulate him on his podiums, it’s been going well lately, no?” She walks you into the house as she speaks, turning her head to watch your reaction.

“Yeah, the team’s really improved.” Once again, the tight smile on your face is clear.

A frown forms on her face at your reaction and she’s about to ask further, whether everything is okay, when she’s interrupted.

“Hey, Y/N! I haven’t seen you in a while! How are you? You never come to the races anymore,” Carlos tells you with a fake pout.

You look at him in surprise. You always forget that everyone in Monaco knows each other. Carlos and your friend met at the golf club and had somehow become good friends. Usually, you liked seeing him, but tonight you would’ve preferred not to see him. Not because you don’t enjoy his company, but simply because you’d rather not talk about Lando, whom he’ll undoubtedly ask about.

And so, your mask shoots up when he pulls you into a hug. “Hey, Carlos. I’m good. How’ve you been doing?”

“I’ve been doing well. You heard the news? That I’m going to Williams next year?” You nod, saying a quick “Of course, congrats!” Naturally, you heard the news; everyone had. But this conversation was already heading in the wrong direction. “Yes, glad to have found a place that will appreciate me, even if the team’s not doing the best right now. Talking about the best, Lando’s been doing so well. You must be proud of him, hm?” 

“Ah, yes, of course,” you say indifferently.

Carlos frowns at your reaction. “Everything good between you two?”

Your smile drops, apparently, you aren’t as good at hiding your feelings as you thought you were. “Yeah, everything is fine. Why do you ask?”

Carlos shrugs, “Just the way you react, is all. You seem kind of tense…”

You sigh, letting a silence fall for a few seconds. You might as well tell him, he’ll figure it out eventually. “You’re right. Things… haven’t been so great lately.”

Carlos frowns at your comment. “Between you and Lando, you mean? He didn’t say anything was up, he seemed fine the last time I spoke to him,” he says confusedly.

You roll your eyes at the suggestion, “I’m not surprised. He seems to be clueless to what’s been going on.”

Carlos takes a sip of his drink, “Have you talked to him about it?”

“That’s the issue. Lando’s never home, we barely speak anymore. He’s been so stressed with work that nearly all his free time is dedicated to racing. He gets up early and goes to bed before I’ve even had dinner. I’ve had no chance to talk to him.”

The frown deepens, and he breathes out a puff of air. “That’s tough.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be putting this on you.”

“No, it’s fine don’t worry about it. Sometimes you need to get it off your chest.”

You look up at Carlos, hesitating to continue your story.

“Has the break not changed anything?” He pokes further.

Another sigh. “No, not really. Lando’s using his time off to catch up with his friends. And his forgetfulness has clearly not improved either.” 

“His forgetfulness?”

“Yeah, he forgot about the party, clearly.” You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes again.

“What else did he forget about?” Carlos asks with a frown.

“I don’t know if I should tell you,” you hesitate, “but he forgot our anniversary. I told him it’s not a big deal, which it isn’t, but it’s just that everything is adding up. I feel kind of alone in the relationship at the moment, like he doesn’t really care about me anymore. How can I think otherwise, when we barely see each other, let alone speak?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. That really sucks.” 

You smile sadly, as if to say ‘it is what it is’.

“It’ll work out in the end,” you tell him. You hope. “Maybe tonight he’ll realise he forgot something important, again. Maybe that’ll make a difference.” You offer an awkward smile.

Carlos breathes in deeply, putting an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get your mind off it, huh?” he says while directing you towards the fridge.

You nod, follow him, and accept the drink he offers you. Tonight is not about Lando, it’s about your best friend and the fact she turned 25. You are not thinking about your husband until you get home.

– – – – – 

You slam the front door of your shared apartment louder than necessary when you enter. Nevertheless, there’s no reaction when you enter the dark apartment. You switch the lights on, noticing Lando isn’t in the living room or kitchen. Did he really go to sleep not knowing where you were or who you were with? Whether you were safe or not? Lando obviously didn’t remember the birthday party or he would’ve come, yet he didn’t text you to ask you where you were? Does he truly care so little about you? Does he even love you anymore? It feels like a punch to the gut – like someone had ripped your heart out. 

The man had been basically avoiding you for weeks, barely saying a word at the moments you did see him, but at least he was still awake to see if you arrived okay. Now he doesn't even stay up to check if you get home safely anymore? Or text you to ask where you are? To say you are upset is an understatement, you feel angry and neglected at his disregard. You feel lonely instead of beloved. The lump in your throat is a painful reminder of how close you are to crying. But you don’t. 

You swallow the lump, blink a few times to get rid of the lingering tears in your eyes and go into the bedroom to take off your makeup. You lean on the counter, sniffling silently, and close your eyes. You breathe in through your nose deeply, before breathing out through your mouth. It’ll be okay. Right? 

When you enter the bedroom you stare for a minute at the man sleeping peacefully before you. It feels wrong when you climb into bed next to him, nevertheless, you do it. It’ll probably take you a while to fall asleep tonight. 

– – – – –

The situation hasn’t changed a bit when the racing season starts back up again. No matter how strained your relationship has become, you do want to say goodbye to Lando before he leaves for the next race. So, the morning he’s supposed to fly, you make sure to get up extra early. You don’t know how, but he still somehow manages to finish his breakfast before you’re even out of bed, the container already in the trash.

“Good morning,” you mumble, wiping your eyes as they adjust to the bright light in the kitchen.

Lando looks up from his phone in surprise, clearly not expecting to see you awake this early. “Hey, what are you doing up?” He asks in a soft voice.

“Wanted to say goodbye,” you say as you walk closer to the kitchen island at which he’s sitting.

“There’s no need for that, Y/N. I’ll see you again soon enough.” The smile on his face is sickeningly sweet, a clear contrast to the words coming out of his mouth.

You frown, “You’re leaving for a week… What do you mean, there’s no need?”

Lando sighs at your question, “Never mind, it’s kind of you to get up extra early just for me,” he smiles dismissively before getting up from his seat. “It’s time for me to go,” he says looking at his watch before grabbing his backpack and suitcase which are sitting by the door, “I’ll see you in a week.”

You’re left staring in surprise as the door slams closed. He didn’t kiss you goodbye. He always did that, even during the worst of fights. That’s your rule. Formula 1 is a dangerous sport, he could be hurt in a split second, never mind being killed. From the start of your relationship, he always kissed you before he left, just in case. You hated the thought at the start, but learned to think it was sweet; that, in case something happened, at least he kissed his girl goodbye.

You’re watching your marriage crumble before your eyes, and Lando doesn’t seem to have a clue, or pretends not to notice. This is it, you decide. This cannot go any further. As soon as he gets home, you will talk to Lando, no matter how badly it will affect his race. You can’t do this any longer.

However, somebody else is already one step ahead of you. Carlos had noticed the toll your strained marriage with Lando was taking on you, and couldn’t help confronting Lando the first second he saw him. It didn’t help either that Charles was way too curious about the relationship drama. He had been pushing Carlos to find out more to save his gossip-desperate soul after the radio silence during the break.

“Hey, Lando!” Carlos yells, jogging up to Lando and matching his pace.

“Hey, man! How are you doing? Had a nice break?” Lando asks, giving Carlos a quick hug.

“Yeah, yeah, I had fun. What about you?”

“Ah, yes. Of course. It was good to get some time off. I really needed it; finally got to see my friends again,” Lando grins while Carlos raises an eyebrow at the answer.

“What about your wife? Finally got to spend some time with her now that you didn’t have to travel so much?” Carlos asks.

Lando laughs awkwardly at his suggestive question, “You know it!”

Carlos ignores the casual response. “I actually saw Y/N last week, at a friend’s birthday party. Was surprised to see you didn’t come with her…”

A frown etches onto Lando’s face. “What birthday party?”

“I think she’s one of Y/N’s best friends, she turned 25?”

Lando’s eyes widen in realisation. “Fuck, yes, I remember now.”

“She told you about it?” Carlos asks, watching as Lando’s expression shifts from realisation to discomfort.

“Yeah… She mentioned it a couple of times,” he admits. “She didn’t tell me that she went...” 

Carlos lets him ponder it for a moment before adding, “Well, she was there. We talked for a bit, actually.”

Lando feels his stomach tighten. He tilts his head slightly. “What did she say?”

Carlos hesitates, glancing around the paddock while he weighs his options. “Uhm, she said you’ve been distant lately. That you haven’t been paying much attention to her, that you missed your anniversary…”

Lando stops walking. “She told you about that?”

“Yeah, man.” Carlos sighs. “Look, she didn’t go into too much detail, but… she sounded upset. Maybe you should make some time for her, take her out on a date or something. It seems like she feels pretty lonely.” 

Lando shifts uncomfortably, his heart sinks in his chest. “Lonely?” The word echoes in his mind, unsettling him. He knows the feeling all too well. He’s the reason his wife has been feeling lonely? The guilt settles deep within his soul as he mulls it over. He tries to laugh it off, but it feels hollow. “She knows how demanding the season has been. I’ve been swamped.”

“I’m sure she does, but… it’s more than that. She told me she feels like you don’t really care about her anymore.” The look on his face is serious as he says it.

Lando blinks, the weight of Carlos’ words sinking in. How could he have missed something so crucial? Why hadn’t Y/N said anything? More importantly, why hadn’t he noticed?”

“She thinks I don’t care about her?” He mutters to himself. His gaze is unfocused as he chews his lip, running a hand over his face out of frustration. “Why didn’t she tell me?” He says quietly.

“There was no opportunity to tell you, she said. You're never home.”

Carlos lets out another sigh. “I’m sorry. I know it’s none of my business, but I don’t want your marriage to be ruined. I know you love Y/N to pieces. I would be upset with myself if you guys don’t make it out together knowing I could have done something about it. That being said, I think you should talk to her.”

Lando nods absentmindedly. He didn't even consider that they might not make it out okay. “You’re right. Thanks for telling me, man.” 

As Carlos walks away, Lando is left standing there, his mind working overtime. He had been busy, yes, but surely you understood that, right? He’d been working so hard for the both of you, to secure a future for you. But… had he been neglecting you without even realising it?

The conversation with Carlos continues to replay in his head throughout the day. Maybe he hadn’t been as attentive as he thought. Maybe all those nights out with friends, all those early mornings spent focused on racing had a bigger effect than he assumed. He tries to push the thoughts away, to justify it with the pressure of the season, but it doesn’t sit right anymore.

The rest of the weekend Carlos’ words echo through his head, ‘She feels like you don’t really care about her anymore.’ Lando can barely concentrate with the guilt that’s gnawing at his conscious. 

– – – – – 

By the time Lando leaves his hotel, he has formed a plan. He has rehearsed a dozen different apologies in his head. He’ll explain what happened, that he’s been so busy with work that he didn’t notice, and he’ll say sorry and change his behaviour. And after that, all will be well.

His plan is thrown out the window as soon as he gets home and sees his wife sitting on the couch, your face pale and tired as you watch TV. The state of you makes the practised words dry on his tongue. How could he not have noticed what was happening? 

“Why didn’t you tell me you felt lonely?” 

You look up in surprise at the abrupt question cutting through the silence. No ‘hello’, no ‘how are you’, no ‘I missed you, baby’, just the sharp edge of confrontation.

“What?”

“Carlos told me you’ve been feeling lonely. Why didn’t you tell me?”

You frown at his directness, “When was I supposed to do that, Lando? You’re always gone.”

“That’s not true—” he tries to protest, but you cut him off.

“There was not one moment I could have told you, Lando! You’re always busy with work and when you’re not, your friends take up all your free time! You haven’t made any time for me in weeks, months even!” You yell.

Tears well up in your eyes at the confrontation. You had kept your frustrations to yourself for weeks and now that he finds out about your feelings he decides to yell at you for it. How else are you expected to react?

Your words hit Lando hard, each one landing like a punch. His eyes flicker with guilt. “I’ve been under so much pressure. The team needs me—this season could be my best chance at a championship, and I—”

You cut him off, your voice soft. “I know, Lando. I know how important your career is and that this is your chance, but that doesn’t mean all your time should be spent on racing. You’ve no time left for me anymore; all your energy is drained when I finally see you at the end of the day.”

“I can’t help that my job is demanding! You know that, Y/N. You’ve always known that. It takes a lot of time to improve, and the team is finally performing. It’s my chance at a championship! I can’t pass that up!”

“I get that Lando, I really do. But I’ve felt alone in this relationship for months now. I never see you, we never talk… The night of the party you didn’t even text me to ask where I was, or who I was with. You were already sleeping before I got home! Weren’t you worried at all? Or even curious to know where I was, whether I was safe? Sometimes… Sometimes, I doubt whether you still care about me – whether you still love me, because it feels like you don’t.” The tears slowly fall down your face while you say it.

That’s when it hits him – truly hits him. Lando swears he could hear his heart break. He looks at you in shock, and you can’t deny you feel a little better because of it. Had he really fucked up that bad? Do you really believe he no longer loves you, or cares about you? You are the most important person in his life. How could this have gone so far without him noticing? How could he have made the love of his life feel like she wasn’t loved? He runs a hand through his hair in distress, trying to wrap his head around your admission.

“I’ve been patient, Lando. I’ve been understanding, but you’re just never present. Not just physically, but mentally, too. I miss you.”

Lando looks at you sadly from across the room, disappointed in himself. He quickly closes the distance, reaching for your hand. His voice is soft when he speaks to you. “I do. I do love you, Y/N,” he says, caressing your face softly, pulling your chin up so your eyes meet, his teary eyes staring into your red ones. “You’re the love of my life. I care about you so much. You’re the most important to me, above anything else, and you always will be. Don’t forget that, okay? Promise me you’ll never forget that, baby.”

You sniffle, wiping away the tears that are slowly making their way down to your chin, while you nod. The sound physically pains him, his heart twisting torturously in his chest. He vows to never make you cry again.

“I’m so sorry I let it come this far, darling. I’ve been so wrapped up in everything, trying to win, trying to be perfect for the team that I didn’t see what I was losing in the process.” 

You interrupt him, “I don’t need perfect, Lando. I just need you to be here. With me. Because if it keeps going like this… I don’t know how much longer I can take it.”

Her words hang between them, and for the first time in weeks, Lando realises the gravity of what he stands to lose if he doesn’t make a change soon. He nods frantically. “Of course, baby. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. You say the word, and I’ll do it. I don’t want you to feel like I don’t love you, because I do. So much. I can’t lose you, I don’t ever want to come this close to losing you ever again.”

He pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you like he’s afraid to let go; like you’ll walk away from him as soon as he does. You press your face into his chest, missing the feeling of him against you and his comforting scent. The last time he touched you, let alone hugged you feels like ages ago. 

“I’ll be better, I’ll make time for you, I promise,” he mumbles, his mouth grazing over your hair, as he tugs you impossibly closer into his tight embrace.

You smile faintly through your tears. “I believe you.”

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chris evans x wife!reader [one shot]

summary: you and your sons go with chris to his buzzfeed puppy interview and in true evans family fashion all hell breaks loose when puppies are involved.

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Between A Rock & A Hard Place - Max Verstappen

Summary: With Monza seeing her brother take the win, y/n wants to celebrate. But her new husband is on his longest losing streak for years and he seems certain there's no light at the end of the tunnel. Now she has to try and balance celebrations and comforting.

Leclerc turned Verstappen!reader

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With the whole of the Leclerc family being at Monza in support of Charles in Ferrari's home race, y/n did have to apologise to Max and inform him that she would be in the Ferrari garage for the weekend just to be there with her family.

And Max, of course, understands because Ferrari hasn't looked to impressive really and no one is expecting much so the more support the better in that court.

"So skin is on show for Monza." Max hums once y/n is dressed and tries to take a picture that is showing her bra.

"You can always feel free to show skin. God know I enjoy when you do." Y/n smiles then sighing as she moves over to him. "Are you sure it's ok that I'm in Ferrari's garage?"

"Yeah, the whole family is there. It's important to Charles too." Max states earning a small nod as his hands move to start buttoning up her top. "Probably best not to have all that skin on show. Your mum definitely wouldn't be happy."

"So protective." Y/n jokes making him hum before he leans down and kisses her, an action she absolutely melts into.

There was a lot of controversy when it came to y/n and Max dating, hell even Charles thought y/n was trying to do it to hurt him. But then...then he saw the way they looked at each other. It was like y/n and Max complete a part of each other they'd not even known was missing till they became such significant people in each other's lives. And when Max proposed, that surprised no one. Mainly because he'd actually asked each of her brother's for permission and while Lorenzo and Charles said yes immediately, Arthur did slightly abuse his privilege but eventually stopped messing Max around and said yes. Of course Pascale was asked before any of the brothers and since she does actually adore the way y/n is treated by the Dutchman, she said yes not even needing him to finish the question..

"I love you." Y/n sighs dreamily as he pulls back form the kiss.

"I love you too. Even when you spend the weekend with Ferrari." Max teases making her grin at him while he holds her waist, satisfied her modesty is back intact with her bra no longer on show. "You can go back to wearing red but you'll still have the Verstappen name now."

"You'll never stop being cocky about that." Y/n snorts shaking her head.

They actually got married over the summer break, only 2 days in which definitely left a lot of room for stress over just how little time they had to actually be ready. Thought y/n wasn't in Spa since she did actually try to make the time to make sure she was ready. But she didn't want a winter wedding and that meant summer was the only other option to allow time for a honeymoon.

"The first race you're attending as a Verstappen and you're not even bothering to support me. The betrayal." Max joking cries out making her roll her eyes as she laughs. "The rest of the season and all races from now on you're officially committing to the cause."

"You have my word."

"Should've had it written into our vows." Max hums earning a snort before she shifts around.

"Shall we get going?" Y/n asks making him groan a little pulling her shirt away from her chest since he left the top few buttons undone and looks down to admire her boobs for a few seconds then moving back and smile while she looks at him with mild amusement dancing behind her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm set." Max smiles brightly then kissing her softly and linking their hands and lifting her hand as he kisses over her rings which has been his favourite gesture of affection since he gave her the engagement ring, but now the wedding band is on there too he is absolutely taking every opportunity to kiss over them as often as he can.

-

Y/n entered with Max and she did spend a couple hours with him in Red Bull since there was a lot of the team that didn't get to attend the wedding due to it really being a very private and small affair but they do have gifts and want to congratulate the newly weds.

"One less Leclerc and one more Verstappen." Daniel comments, actually having been in attendance at the wedding but he just so happened to be in the Red Bull unit talking to Helmut. "If you have like 5 kids, that could be a quarter of the grid in the future with hybrid Leclerc-Verstappen blood."

"Sounds like absolute chaos-and five kids? What kind of woman do you think I am?" Y/n chokes out making Dance;'s gaze flick to a protective looking Max.

"The type of woman who wouldn't just have kids to fill the F1 grid." Daniel states earning a small nod of approval from his friend while y/n notices his gaze and looks back at Max before taking at him.

"Don't be scaring your friend-and you-Daniel, you don't be scared of Max." Y/n laughs making Daniel laugh while Max sighs then she puffs out a breath when her phone goes off knowing exactly who it is and what and Max bounces his leg under her since she's sitting in his lap.

"Go see them. I don't need to make a bad impression after getting myself this far." Max while y/n hums. "You can take a can of Red Bull with you to remember your amazing husband by."

"He's never going to shut up about that now." Y/n comments to Daniel who smiles.

For him it's actually really nice seeing Max having found someone who he looks at with more love than he's even looked at his the title trophy with. Y/n could probably say "please quit F1 and stay home with me" and Max wouldn't even hesitate, at least that's what Daniel thinks he'd do and he's fairly confident on it.

"That's alright, I'll spread the word. It's not Max Verstappen anymore. It's Y/n Verstappen's husband." Daniel states and unsurprisingly Max is glowing over just that statement. Any mention of being her husband is like telling him the dream came true. And really it did.

"I should go. I'll find you at the end of the day, or just call me and wait." Y/n sighs as the Leclerc family group chat goes off. Max is actually part of a wider family group chat that includes all the partners, but there's the blood only group chat that is questioning where she is and when she'll be joining them.

"I will." Max nods as she stands up and leans over kissing him softly. "I love you."

"I love you too. And I love you, Daniel."

"That's right. Love you, have fun with the family." Daniel smiles giving her a one armed hug before she walks out tapping away at her phone to inform her family she's on her way. Meanwhile Daniel looks at his friend. "I mean it though, your kids will be like...the perfect combination. If people got bored of your 2023 season, they'll be crying when mini Max comes in."

"I'm actually concerned about what he brothers will do when they have to confront the fact we do actually have sex and I did get her pregnant...but that's not yet." Max admits making Daniel laugh since he completely understands that concern. "We've got some time before then."

"So it definitely wasn't a shotgun wedding." Daniel chuckles while Max hums before the two part for getting on with their days.

-

Now if there's one thing y/n is used to. It's the princess treatment. As the only girl among 3 brothers and it hasn't changed now she's married to a man who admittedly upgraded her from princess to Queen treatment, yes that's with a capital Q vs a lower case p.

However, that doesn't stop her from still getting princess treatment with her brothers in Max's absence. So Arthur is carrying y/n on his back into the Ferrari garage for qualifying and she's sitting with her family watching Charles together.

"How's Max feeling about it?" Pascale asks making y/n look at her slightly surprised of the question.

Mainly because she doesn't know.

Despite F1 being literally why they're there, the biggest part of Max's life and the whole reason they met at all. Y/n and Max really don't talk about it that much and while she is very much aware of what's happening with her husband's team and how it's looking, it just never crosses her mind to ask him when he's around.

"I don't really no. He didn't mention it." Y/n shrugs earning a frown from her mum.

Pascale loves Max like a son now and she has embraced him into the family but sometimes as much as she sees the pure love that is shared between him and y/n, the dynamic between them doesn't always make sense to her. She seems to have discussed F1 with Max more than y/n has.

But really Max prefers it that way, he likes that y/n doesn't want everything to be about work. As much as he appreciates the interest from Pascale in his career as well as focusing on supporting her actual son in his. One of the thing he loves about y/n is that she doesn't even notice that she's talking about everything but work.

"It's Max, he always get the most out the car." Y/n smiles since she never has any doubt in Max's abilities in a Red Bull.

However, she maybe is a little surprised when qualifying happens and her husband finishes ending up P7. Both McLarens, Ferraris and Mercedes were all above the Red Bull and Max's Q2 time was better than his Q3 although compared to the top 6 Q3 times, he'd still have been in P7 because of just how close the margin was. Lando on pole managed to pull just over a tenth on Oscar in P2 but P2 to P6 was less than a tenth.

Charles gets out the car almost in a Ferrari red rage. So upset that y/n has to wonder how he can be so harsh on himself. He's on the second row. It's certainly not the worst qualifying he's had this year. Y/n is much more concerned about Max really because P7 is definitely not good enough for him. He'll be brutal in interviews and he won't be taking the responsibility because really the car has started going backwards with upgrades.

They exit the garage for the day Pascale, Arthur and Lorenzo seeming to decide they don't want to discuss F1 that much anymore. After all Charles sets the mood and his mood is unhappy.

"Guess that's two moody men I'll have to deal with." Y/n sighs shaking her head as Arthur hums. "Maybe tomorrow will be better for them."

"That's wishful thinking." Arthur confirms making her wince as they step into Ferrari and despite the mood, y/n finds some of the Ferrari staff rushing when they spot to her, wanting to congratulate her in very excited Italian. "Enjoy your celebrations."

Y/n looks at her younger brother, rolling her eyes before she indulges the excited Ferrari staff since it seems to be her newly wed status is their only source of good news.

-

"I can stay with you if you need. God knows Charles won't notice." Y/n offers as they get out Max's car arriving at the paddock.

"No. No. You don't want to anger the Tifosi." Max states shaking his head since he knows she has actually got a little heat online from the Tifosi for marrying the enemy. Even though many of them enjoy Charles' rivalry but they definitely didn't enjoy her marrying the opposition.

"That's true." Y/n sighs knowing he's right.

"And your family will still want you there." Max smiles then moving towards her and kissing her as he once again links their hand beginning to walk to them to the entrance. "We can have breakfast together though?"

"That sounds good to me." Y/n confirms since she loves a quieter breakfast.

Ferrari in Monza is always electric with energy and a little intense because everyone just wants things to go well. First think in the morning it can just be a little early in the day to drain all that energy.

Plus for Max's side he likes to make sure she's eating and well fed. It's just one of the protective parts of Max that he prefers to settle before she's going to leave him.

-

Y/n didn't really see Charles much until right before the race when he saw her among the rest of their family in the garage and he seemed to smile in surprise of her being there.

"I thought you might stick with Red Bull." Charles comments leaning over and kissing her on each cheek. "He is your husband."

"He said he wants me to be here with you and Ferrari-and I want to be here with you and Ferrari." Y/n states earning a small chuckle at her quick save. "Go win it so I don't regret leaving my husband in his time of need."

"What about my time of need?"

"You have the whole family, Alex and Leo all here." Y/n laughs earning a huff but he knows she's right. "Go on then, I don't want blame for you being behind on schedule."

Charles moves off while Alex makes a comment about how Charles was actually saying that he didn't think she'd be there because he expected her to prioritise Max from now on. Apparently he was a little sad at the thought of losing his little sister's undivided support.

Well that's a little heartbreaking.

Something she'll definitely have to sit down with Charles, who is the busiest man on the planet even not in Monza so it'll have to wait, and just have a talk.

The run up to the race can always feel like a bit of a drag but eventually they get to the race start and the Ferarri garage is almost silent in focus as they watch the cars line up after the formation lap.

Both Charles and Carlos are in places that could see some improvement. But this whole weekend has been hard to predict who will do well beyond the McLarens who are obvious on their own level.

And as usual with a race start, but especially the Monza race start, y/n holds her breath watching the footage of both Max and Charles with care eyes. They get off alright, nothing amazing and going through the first chicane everyone gets through and Lando breaks his bad habit of losing pole in the first corner.

Though that's quickly rectified when Oscar pulls off an over take that is beautiful but ultimately loses the team the 1-2 they could've maintained because he catches Lando off guard and Charles goes flying past him too.

Y/n almost wants to feel bad for McLaren and no doubt that move will be a talking point following the race but like the rest of her family, their blood isn't just red it's rosso corsa. So she's too caught up in cheering with the rest of the lively garage.

And then the race goes on and suddenly y/n is talking to Arthur questioning the choice of a 1 stopper given the rest of the teams are so completely dead set on a 2 stopper.

But suddenly Charles has maintained the net lead and Carlos is a little further back struggling but Charles is just flying. Y/n's hand is even linked to Alex's as they reach the last few laps where both McLarens have overtaken Carlos who tried his best to fight them to protect Charles, but Oscar is slowly cutting that gap down. However, he's not doing it fast enough.

And then Charles crosses the line, still safe by a couple seconds and the garage is in uproar. Y/n and Alex hugging before moving to hug the rest of the family before they rush from the garage.

They get out to celebrate and when Charles finally pulls up after a very slow in lap since he was relishing in the crowds adoration for the Ferrari win on Italian tarmac.

Y/n did mentally note that Max got P6, something he won't be over ecstatic about.

But what makes her melt and brings tears of joy to her eyes is watching Max walk over and congratulate Charles who hasn't even taken his helmet off. Max really was quick and he moves over to y/n afterwards kissing her softly.

"You did good."

"I'll see you later."

"Yes. You will." Y/n confirms making him smile before he lifts her hand once again kissing over the rings and giving a small wave to the crowd who seem to be shouting for both his and y/n's attention.

-

With Charles in the chaos of a Ferrari Monza win, y/n was sort of just left doing all sorts of things. Y/n, Alex and the rest of the family are huddled away in the unit just waiting.

"Do you think it'd be alright if I just snuck away to check on Max?" Y/n mumbles looking at Pascale.

"Y/n, you are a married woman and an adult. You do not need to ask to see your husband." Pascale points out making Lorenzo and Arthur laugh at their sister while y/n huffs a little.

"Was just trying to be polite." Y/n mumbles then kissing her mum on either cheek and promising not to be long before she gets up walking out and texting Rupert to find out if he's with Max and if Max is available to talk for a moment.

That gets a quick response that he's in the debrief where she'd certainly be a welcome face if Max's expression reads well. So she jogs over to Red Bull and walks in greeting Christian and Helmut before she gets upstairs and finds Max with GP.

"Hey, where's my smiley husband gone?" Y/n smiles watching his face brighten from the frown, clearly not having been given a heads up of her being there and GP even seems a little relieved by her presence, which is a bad sign since usually they don't want a partner coming over."

"Are you not supposed to be neck deep in Ferrari celebrations?" Max asks as she sets herself down in his lap.

"I will be attending the celebrations for a little, but I'm not going to stay the whole time if you'd be alright waiting for me? If not it'll be fine, I'll just stay in the hotel and fly back over tomorrow."

"No. I can wait. That's fine." Max shrugs earning a small smile before she kisses him.

"How's it looking in this camp?" Y/n asks making him sigh and shake his head. "GP?"

"I don't want to comment." GP states which only makes y/n look at her husband.

"I don't have to go out celebrating, god knows Charles won't notice if I'm missing."

"He's your brother and...I'm stealing you for the rest of the season. So you have to go." Max states shaking his head while she rubs her hand through his hair. "Just call me and I can pick you up, we can head straight to the airport when you're done."

Now y/n's instinct is to offer him to join her for the celebrations. But she isn't dim. Max is in no celebrating mood. The championships are both slipping away from him. Though Ferrari did him a favour by preventing a McLaren win and McLaren did themselves a lovely job at not implementing team orders like every single other person in the world is telling them to. You know it's a bad day when F1 fans are agreeing with Will Buxton.

"Ok. Well I just wanted to come see you and make sure you at least weren't in a fist fight with GP just get some aggression out." Y/n smiles then practically reading Max's mind as a spark of perversion appears behind his eyes. No doubt thinking of ways he would like to get any aggression out and actually they include her and being alone.

If Charles hadn't won, they'd probably be gone by now and she'd be left in a bed bound state by tomorrow morning. Maybe she still will be since she's only staying out for an hour or 2.

"Still in honeymoon mode." Y/n states then standing up and looking at poor GP who looks like he doesn't want to know. "I'll see you later, you get home safe GP."

-

As y/n predicted, she was the last person Charles was thinking about in his celebrations, but Arthur and Lorenzo were there with her. Pascale had asked to go back to Monaco with y/n and Max, which Max immediately agreed to.

They stayed for a bit before finally getting to Charles and letting him know they'd be leaving and with him deep in celebration mode. He's not too shocked or hurt for their early departure.

"I think if he hadn't won, years would've been taken off my life." Pascale comments as they walk out looking for Max's car. He's not driving since he's definitely had enough time behind the wheel for now but he is coming to pick them up.

"Think about how I felt in Zandvoort." Y/n sighs making Pascale smile softly before she squeezes y/n's hand. "Ah there he is."

Y/n moves over spotting the SUV before she moves over while Max climbs out greeting the two women.

"Hey, sorry I took a little longer than intended." Y/n smiles as Pascale climbs into the front passenger seat as y/n and Max reunite. "And thank you for letting my mum come along."

"She's family. I would've offered them all a flight home if they needed it." Max states then noticing some photographers spotting the two of them. "Let's get moving."

"Ok. Are you at least feeling a little better?"

"I'll feel much better when we're home and I get to follow through on what you were talking about earlier." Max smirks before she climbs in and with her mum not being able to see Max makes a shameless grab at her ass and she gasps at the action before he climbs in after her. "You ok baby?"

"Yeah, I'm good." Y/n hums beginning to feel like bringing her mum might've actually been a mistake since Max has clearly got intentions for when they get home to help himself feel better and while she's happy to oblige. He can't getting impatient with her poor mum there as witness.

She did end up hearing from some other party-goers that Max had been very upset in the media and seemed uninterested in even suggesting that he'd have a chance at another win. And while that will please a few people, y/n knows that it's hitting Max hard. Losing his winning streak in Zandvoort to Lando who is now challenging for the title. In fact Lando's wins have both been at tracks that since on their current stint on the calendar, Max had 100% win record at.

"You need to behave till we're home." Y/n whispers earning a grin.

"I just want to celebrate your brother's win." Max shrugs innocently somewhat relieving y/n that he's not dwelling on it for now. No doubt he'll be unhappy in the coming days when he tinks about it, but he'll shake it off and be ready for Baku...which is just about one of Charles' best tracks (not counting his iconic 2019 moment) and might just see another Ferrari win if the car suits.

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summary... a reunion between old lovers after five years and charles can't keep his eyes off of you. or his thoughts for that matter. faceclaim... christina nadin pairing… charles leclerc x reader warning… none so far. petty charles.

note... this is going to be part of a series that includes both one shots and smau but can be read as a stand alone

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charles is a mess. truthfully this is to be expected but after five years, he thought he would be better than this but alas, you’re still as magnetic as he remembered you to be – even more so, if he’s being completely honest with himself. 

you look different – older. where they used to be rounded, baby face is all sharp bones. your hair looks different, longer and styled. and you smell different too, no longer the floral scent you’ve been using since you turned fourteen. 

you’re a stranger, he thought. he no longer knows your favorite color or your favorite meal or if you still like strawberry yogurt. he doesn’t know your favorite show or what perfume you use. he doesn’t know you. you’re a stranger and yet your eyes still do that thing where it creases to the point of being close when you smile and you still run your hand over your hair in an attempt to subtly fix it and your eyes still looks like pooled honey when the sun shines on it. 

you’re so different, a practical stranger and yet so familiar, like going back to a childhood home finding everything in the wrong place yet still knowing your way around with your eyes closed. 

he’s staring. he knew he is and he knew the amount of trouble he’d get from his team for it. he knew that everyone on twitter was probably already freaking out about it. he had clear instructions to act like nothing had happened and that the leaked pictures didn’t exist all. he’s supposed to act like you’re just another interviewer and this is just another media obligation he’s forced to do and you’re no one to him but he can’t help it. he can’t pretend like you’re a stranger when you left such a big imprint in his soul and he doesn’t have every freckle and skin tag and every inch of your skin memorized. 

and so he stares. he stares at the way you shift in your seat in an attempt to get comfortable. he stares at the way the long sleeved white dress hugged your curves. he stares at the way you smile, the way you laugh. he stares and tries to remind his heart the way you’d left, the way he’d begged you stay. with you a few feet in front of him, closer than you’ve ever been in years, charles reminds himself the things he had to do to put himself back together after you broke him. 

he tells himself that he hates you the same way he has been telling himself for five years now. he hates you and the way you walked away from him so easily. he hates you and the way you moved on so quickly. he hates you now for the way you’re not even affected. he hates you for loving him only to leave him. 

“and that’s all for today, everyone,” you say with that dazzling smile that makes him dizzy. he needs to get away from you. you’re clouding his judgment and messing with his emotions. 

after making sure the camera has stopped rolling, charles quickly removes the mic attached to him. the smile drops from your face as you see him so desperately hurried to get away from you. though you supposed you deserved that. 

“mate, you good?” carlos asked him quietly as charles practically slams the mic on the table. he seems worried and charles hadn’t even realized how angry he looks right now. he glanced at you, watching as you discussed with the producer, the wind blowing at your hair and the careless smile on your face. he hates you but you’re also the most beautiful person he’s ever met. he hates you and he’s so fucking tired of wanting you. 

he forced a smile on his face for carlos’ sake. “fine.” 

he’s already walking away when you called his name, not like you had in the show – filled with fake friendliness. this time, his name rolled off your tongue effortlessly. you called his name like you had a thousand times before, like nothing has ever changed. the entire set was calling to him but he didn’t seem to hear. 

“charles,” you called and immediately, he stopped in his tracks. he only heard your call and somehow that made him angrier at himself than he ever could be at you. 

his face is empty and void of any emotions as he turns to you and you swallow down the lump in your throat as you force a smile at him. you hoped it doesn’t look as fake as it feels. “we need to take a picture. for social media.” 

he may as well have spat at you with the look in his eyes. it made you feel small. he makes you feel small and suddenly you’re eighteen again, so small and insignificant next to him. 

as you and the two ferrari drivers posed for the photo, both charles and carlos respectfully wrapped an arm around you. you can feel the heat of charles’ body next to you, seeping right through your dress and spreading across your skin. his cologne is different – more rich and expensive but somehow still so him but his aftershave is the same as it has been since he was fifteen, so familiar and comforting to you  and you almost can’t help but lean into him. 

he’s pulling away before you can gather your thoughts, already walking away from you. 

—

charles should be celebrating. he finished on the podium which is pretty much a miracle nowadays. in fact, it’s a miracle to even be finishing the race with how his season is going but he’s been pretty distracted the whole weekend, seemingly only ever able to get you out of his head whenever he’s going two hundred miles per hour. he almost wants to laugh if he doesn't feel so pathetic. it’s somehow still exactly like before - with him needing to find some ways to risk his life just to be able to get you out of his mind. 

drinking the night away as he wallowed in self pity due to the thought of you is also entirely too familiar. 

“mon pote, comment peux-tu encore la laisser te faire ça ?” hugo asked, watching him. “cela fait des années” mate, how are you still letting her do this to you?... it’s been years. 

charles only gave a sarcastic smile. he doesn’t entirely know the answer to do that either. apparently the years between the two of you didn’t matter because you still have the exact same reaction to him. you make him lose his fucking mind, unable to to think straight. he does things he says he never will when it comes to you. he becomes desperate and weak and unable to handle his own emotions. he doesn’t understand himself when you’re around. 

maybe that’s why you left in the first place. the two of you affected each other far too much. it’s entirely too easy to get lost in each other and forget about everything else. 

“elle a l'air différente. elle a aussi une odeur différente,” he says before taking another shot. you’re so different and he hated it. he hates that there are things in your life he doesn’t know anymore. he hates the fact that you changed your perfume and that you can so easily pretend like he’s no one to you. if you can act like he’s no one to you so easily then perhaps he didn’t mean as much to you as he thought he did. she looks different. she smells different too.

you were his lifeline, the air in his lungs. you were everything and he would have given up anything just to keep you. he would have given up racing and his dreams – everything so he didn’t have to lose you. 

joris rolls his eyes. he knows this entirely too well unfortunately, he’s seen this exact scene before. “cela fait cinq ans, charles. bien sûr qu'elle a changé.” it's been five years, charles. of course she's changed. 

that only makes him laugh bitterly. 

— 

on the other side of the city lies you, cocooned in your fleece blanket as you stare at the wall. 

throughout the years that you and charles have bumped into each other, it had mostly been just surprise in his eyes – as though he could never quite believe that you’re in front of him. usually, you’ll be gone before it can change. 

today was different. there’s no surprise in his eyes nor was there any of the familiar warmth you’re so used to. today, he was filled with anger and indifference. he looked at you as though he hated you. and the worst part is that he probably does. the entire time it was as though he couldn’t get away from you fast enough, like he couldn’t stand even being in the same room as you. your entire life, charles has only ever looked at you with adoring and devoted eyes and now he can’t even stand to look at you. 

“il ne vous déteste pas,” arthur says over the phone with a roll of his eyes as though you’re being ridiculous for even suggesting such things. he doesn’t hate you.

but arthur wasn’t there. arthur didn’t see how charles practically ran away from you. still, you say nothing to the matter, far too upset to even bother trying to defend yourself. 

“i’m going to go to sleep, art,” you say softly instead. “it’s pretty late here.” 

you and arthur say your goodnights before you shut off the call. but just as you’re about to place your phone down for the tonight, it lights up with a text message. your eyebrows knit together in confusion. who’d be texting you this late anyways?

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Charles Leclerc Masterlist

Written Fics

Borrowed Time

Breaking Point

Changing Lanes

Danger Noodles

Daydream

Eurovisionaries

Fairytale

Family Feud

Fit for a Queen

Gilded Cage

Head Over Heels

Inked

Lessons in Anatomy

Prove Them Wrong

Roll the Dice

The Center Cannot Hold

Ties That Bind

Under the Influence

Your Friend Steve

Social Media AUs

In My Blood (series with Senna!Reader)

architect!Reader

author!Reader

black!Reader

Brazilian!Reader

celebrity crush!Reader

CEO!Reader

college student!Reader

crazy rich!Reader

endurance driver!Reader

fashion designer!Reader

fan!Reader

Ferrari driver!Reader

Ferrari engineer!Reader

Ferrari team principal!Reader

footballer!Reader

girlfriend!Reader

Horner!Reader

Måneskin!Reader

model!Reader

nepo baby!Reader

Newey!Reader

newlywed!Reader Part I

newlywed!Reader Part II

New Year’s Edition

pop star!Reader

pop star!Reader II

Princess of Monaco!Reader

pr manager!Reader

protective!Reader

revenge era!Reader

royal!Reader

Sainz!Reader

scandalous!Reader

shameless!Reader

single mother!Reader

socialite!Reader

Vettel!Reader

widow!Reader

wife!Reader

Wolff!Reader

Wolff!Reader II

Wolff!Reader x Max Verstappen

Forbidden love — Max Verstappen x Norris sister!driver reader…

Master list—

Part one- forbidden : Maxes pov 💙

Part two— : y/n Norris pov 💙

Part three—

Summary— Max Verstappen knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help but love you. You were his best friends younger sister it’s was forbidden but he didn’t care he loved how you helped make him happy.

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Let me know if you want to be added I also have a Carlos sainz one that similar I can reBlogg it if y’all wanna read it.