Best One I've Read In A While 🤩🤩

I saw your requests were closed But I really couldn't help sharing one. I hope you do like the idea :)

So what about a Charles × Wolff/Hamilton reader where she is working in Health care but has a new boss recently and he passes inappropriate comments/threats etc about her and acts out of line, which keeps on escalating (As dramatic and much as you want it to) and she doesn't tell him or anyone and starts behaving irratically and is scared, but one day it was too much or he finds out about it on accident and is angry at first at her for not sharing and then is all protective and possessive and does something about it.

One shot/ Series. Honey anything to read any version of this would be just 🤌🏻

Thank you ❤️🥹

Your Safe Place || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!Wolff!reader Warnings: 18+ only, injuries, bullying, panic attack WC: 3.3k F1 Masterlist

Translations: ma (petite) louve - my (little) wolf || chérie - sweetheart || putain - fuck || je t’aime (aussi) - I love you (too) || Quel salopard - what an asshole

The second you closed the front door you could finally breathe again. Taking a moment to just settle after the day you had endured, you pressed your back to the door and closed your eyes. It was like you told your younger patients when they were feeling stressed: smell the flower, blow out the candle. Inhale through your nose, exhale out your mouth.

Peace calmed your mind as you smelt the dinner Charles had made, your plate kept warm in the oven like he did whenever your shift ran overtime. That was an almost daily occurrence, especially with the new boss. You took another breath to clear your mind before it could return to the man who was single handedly making you regret your entire career choice.

"Hey-oh," Charles caught himself before he could hug you, spotting the blood on your scrubs. "You, uh, have a little something-" You looked down where he gestured, his nose wrinkling at the sight.

"It's fine," you said as you dropped your bag to the floor and pulled the shirt off. "It's mine, not a patient."

He nodded with relief as he took it from you to put in the washing machine but then it dropped as he realised what you had said and took a closer look at you. "Ma louve, what happened?" his fingers were gentle as they guided your face up to the light and he saw the bruising around your nose. "Putain, you're hurt."

"It was an accident," you said softly as you took his hands from your face and stepped into his embrace. "Cassia just had an episode, you know how it is, she didn't know what she was doing."

He wasn't appeased by the answer as he led you to the kitchen where he sat you down before checking your dinner was still warm enough to eat. "Where was security?"

You were grateful his back was to you as he reheated the pasta, something he hated having to do since it was never as good as when it was fresh. You had grimaced, wondering the very same thing at the time. They should have been close in the ward but with the new boss, expenditure was more important than safety and the budget had been cut in half the moment he started.

"They got there as fast as they could." It wasn't a lie. They had run all the way from the maternity ward on the floor above but you had already reset your broken nose by the time they arrived. She had quickly calmed after a dose of haloperidol and been apologetic when she realised her actions while delirious. “I’m fine, Char.”

Diana sighed as she bandaged your wrist, a look of pity in her eyes as she shook her head. “Why do you stay? It’s not like you need the money, hun.”

You tested the range of movement and winced at the sharp pain, just another incident to add to the growing list. “What good does quitting do? You guys would just be another nurse down and it would put more pressure on an already crumbling system.” 

The older nurse patted your hand before standing up and putting the left over roll of gauze away. “You’re too kind, but sometimes you have to put yourself first.”

You should have taken the rest of the day off but there were rounds to finish and call bells ringing left, right and centre. It was only when you couldn’t ignore your rumbling stomach any longer that you really took a proper look at your watch and saw your shift had finished over an hour ago.

“Katrina called in sick, I need you to stay on,” Tommy said without a simple hello when he caught you alone in the staff room. 

“I can’t,” you replied as you grabbed your bag with your good hand, “it’s my dad’s birthday - we’re going out to dinner.”

“I don’t give a shit if you’re having dinner with the Crown Prince himself, we need you here.”

“Albert may actually be there,” you mused as you started to leave, but an arm blocked the doorway.

“Your yearly review is due next week, and I would hate to have to make a note of insolence, poor attitude and lack of empathy for others. We are short on staff and it’s not like you have children at home.”

That had been the only reason you took some extra shifts when you could manage it, because there were nurses like Katrina who had two young ones and they often fell ill with colds and flus from their daycare. It meant you had to become the automatic fall guy when any other member of staff couldn’t make it - but that was what the on-call nurses were for, except…

“Maybe we wouldn’t be short staffed if you didn’t get rid of the on-call contractors, or if you hired more nurses like we were promised two years ago,” you snapped without thinking, your hunger and exhaustion removing the filter that stopped you from having the temper your father did. Or, passion, as he liked to call it - a Wolff trait. 

“So this is my fault?” he scoffed. “Nurses cost money. You might not know this, but money doesn’t grow on trees.”

You rolled your eyes at the reminder that you grew up with a silver spoon in your mouth, but that didn’t mean you were the spoiled daughter everyone who didn’t know you thought you were. You had studied hard and put in the effort to become a nurse because you wanted to help people. Tommy only cared about the profit.

“Healthcare shouldn’t be about money,” you muttered as you rolled your eyes. “It should be about helping the people who need it.”

“Then ask daddy dearest to make a donation, sweetcheeks,” he mocked as he pinched your cheek like a child. “That’s the only way you’ll get your precious nurses.”

You slapped his hand away from your face and ducked out the door before he could stop you but his voice echoed along the cold sterile corridor, “I hope you like night shifts, you’re going to be on them for a very long time.”

“You wouldn't,” you turned with a gasp. Charles' timetable was erratic but unless he was out of the country for a race he would always make the effort to be home by the time your shift ended. 

“I would.” He chuckled and left in the opposite direction, pointed back to the staff room as he went. “You can leave at the midnight swap.”

Sighing with defeat and tears stinging your eyes, you grabbed your phone from the bag and sent an apologetic text to your father for missing his dinner party. 

By the time midnight arrived your feet were aching and you had nearly emptied the vending machine of snacks to stave off your hunger. It wasn’t far from the hospital to the apartment you shared with Charles but it felt like a million miles when you stepped out into the cold night.

You pulled your jacket tighter around your body and shivered as you started off, your head down and hood up. You were so focused on just putting one foot in front of the other you didn’t see the shadow join you until a hand grabbed you and you screamed with terror as you were pulled into their chest.

“Ma louve, it’s me,” Charles soothed as he pulled your hoodie back and saw the tears in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I, I,” you stammered as you tried to unscramble the thoughts in your head.

“Shh, I’m sorry, I called out to you like three times. I shouldn’t have grabbed you, that was stupid,” he chided himself.

“No, no, I’m sorry, I was in a world of my own.” You finally took notice of your surroundings and saw the car park was almost empty and none of the cars were his Pista.  “What are you doing here? Did you walk?”

“I didn’t want you walking alone at this hour,” he said with a kiss on your forehead. “You’re shaking, ma chérie.”

“It was a long day,” you murmured as you yawned, resting your head on his shoulder as he gently rocked you. “I think I have more coffee in my system than blood right now.”

“You can’t keep this up, my love, you are going to burn out.”

You pulled out of his embrace and started down the footpath so he didn’t see the tears begin to escape. “I’m fine, Char. I can handle it.”

It was Charles' home race and you had promised him you would join him in Ferrari this year. It was one of the few races you could always attend, managing your shifts around it so you never missed it, and all week you had seen the city setting up for the pride and joy of Monaco. 

Dawn was breaking on the big day and it looked like it was going to be a stunner as the sky turned blue and you left the hospital after yet another night shift. Tommy had found a way to make your life miserable and your shifts were constantly changing just to upset your mentality and circadian rhythm. You could barely tell morning from night when it always looked the same blue hues, same cool temperatures, the only indication was which side of the city was glowing, east or west.

“Good morning, baby,” you greeted as you wrapped your arms around Charles and kissed his shoulder as you found him at the bench making breakfast, already wearing his bright red Ferrari uniform. “How did you sleep?”

“Not bad. Would have been better with you,” he said as he turned to face you, his head dipping down to indulge in a kiss. You giggled as you saw a few crumbs of toast caught in the short hairs of his beard and brushed them away. “Thank you.”

“Now you can kiss me.”

The doorbell rang and he reluctantly released you from his arms to go answer it, his finger pointing to the second plate you hadn’t noticed. “Eat, amour.”

You hummed happily as you grabbed the toast and took a bite, casting a wave to Andrea as he walked in with Charles. 

“You look half dead, Wolff,” his trainer said with a worried look.

“She just got in from a shift, and will be going to bed as soon as she has eaten, right?” Charles said pointedly while you rolled your eyes.

“Does he boss you around this much?” you asked Andrea, making him chuckle as he shook his head.

“No, but he doesn’t love me the same way.”

“Who said I love you at all?” 

“You do, every time you get a podium,” Andrea pointed out seriously.

You nearly choked on the mouthful as you tried not to laugh at the truth. Charles was very affectionate when he was celebrating, and you hoped he would have an entire night of it after today's race. Unfortunately you wouldn’t be able to share it with him since you were due back at the hospital at 7pm for another 12 hour night shift. You had tried to find someone to swap with but Tommy had made it clear there would be consequences - all because you questioned his qualifications.

You hadn’t been able to quiet any more, not when you had the imprint of a patient's dental records on your forearm from when they bit you. You started dreading going to work, somewhere that should have been a safe place, a refuge for those needing help had become the opposite for you. It was bordering on dangerous and you had to say something.

In hindsight, you shouldn’t have said it in the morning meeting in front of dozens of staff, but you had serious doubts about his ‘people skills’ and wanted to know where he got his management degree from. Suggesting it was from Hogwarts, because it must be a thing of fantasy, may have been a step too far.

You were now paying for those words.

You still stood by them.

You still hadn’t told Charles.

He would only worry, or suggest taking a sabbatical. Yes, you longed to travel with him to his races and show your support, but you didn’t feel there was any way to contribute to society with that life. Nursing gave you a sense of purpose and fulfilment that you were certain you couldn’t feel just being the driver’s girlfriend, or the principal’s daughter.

“Hey,” Charles roused you softly and you realised you were starting to fall asleep while eating. “Let’s get you to bed, ma petite louve.”

You were already closing your eyes before your head hit the pillow but you felt his lips warm your forehead. “I love you. I’ll see you in the garage,” you mumbled as sleep took over.

“Je t’aime aussi.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you swore as you scrambled out of the bed and pulled on the first outfit you could find, a pair of comfortable jeans and a Ferrari shirt with Leclerc across the back with the number 16. There were dozens of missed calls and even more text messages but do not disturb had automatically turned on and you had forgotten to stop the setting. Today of all days you wanted to be disturbed.

Out on the street you could already hear the high keening of the cars racing around the city and you dashed through the thick crowds to get to the paddock. You hadn’t even remembered to grab your pass as you left in a rush but for once you were thankful someone recognised you and let you through.

“Arthur, how is he doing?” you panted as you reached the Ferrari garage and grabbed the headset he held out.

“Not the best start, he was a little distracted I think. You should probably let him know you are here.”

You agreed and went to the desk at the back rather than the main set up on the pit wall, quietly asking them to connect your headset to Charles. They were hesitant but there was no need for a pit stop any time soon since he had fresh tires so they made the adjustments to the channels.

“Hey baby, sorry I’m late.”

“You had me worried, little wolf.”

“That sounds so strange to hear in English,” you giggled, knowing the rules of the comms meant he couldn’t speak French on them. “I just wanted to let you know I made it so you can stop worrying.”

“I’ll always worry about you,” he said and you didn’t need to see his face to know he was smiling. “I’ll see you soon.”

The final 12 laps went almost as quickly as your nails, the nervous habit ruining them under the stress of the tight street circuit and close calls. Every time his car went flying through the sharp corners around the pool you were sure you were going to see him crash and your heart could barely take it. You ripped the headset off and rushed out of the garage as a wave of nausea crashed over you.

“Are you alright?” Arthur asked when he caught up to you in Charles’ driver room, a bottle from his fridge pressed to your clammy forehead. Your hands could barely keep it steady as the shook uncontrollably and you ended up letting it fall to the floor with a thud as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You couldn’t answer him as you struggled to pull air into your lungs, the screams of the crowd outside doing little to calm the panic gripping you. Dropping your head between your knees, you tried to keep from fainting but you could feel your heartbeat in your head, the throb sounding in time to the darkening pulse invading your vision until it all faded to black.

“You’re not listening, mate, she cannot come to work. She fucking passed out from exhaustion.”

“Then she should have been sleeping and not wasting her time watching some cars go around in circles. If she doesn't show up tonight, tell her not to bother showing up ever again.”

“She won’t,” Charles ended the call and slammed your phone down. “Quel salopard!”

The anger on Charles' face softened when he saw your eyes opening and he rushed across the room, his race suit still tied around his waist. “Don’t move, just lay down, ma louve. You need to rest,” he whispered as he knelt on the floor beside the couch you were lying on, his fingers brushing your cheek bone. “Arthur’s gone to get Toto.”

You couldn’t tell if minutes or days had passed and trying to think felt like trekking through a swamp of sludge in your mind. “The race?”

“4th.” He pressed his palm to your head and ran it over your hair feeling the damp heat on his skin. “You’ve sweat almost as much as me, mamour. You should have stayed home if you weren’t feeling well.”

You shook your head and it cleared some of the haze that hindered your cognitive ability. “I’m not sick, I just had…a moment. But I’m fine now.”

“A moment?” he asked with a frown. “What type of moment? And don’t tell me you are fine, you are clearly not and you haven’t been fine for months. Talk to me, please.”

The pleading, the puppy eyes, the way he dropped his head to your shoulder like he was defeated, it crested into a tsunami of emotion that broke the wall you had built between your personal life and your work life. The two worlds crashed together and the sob broke his heart as you crumbled apart in front of him.

The wave of truth crashed upon him and everything you had tried to keep from him for the past six months was lifted from conscience as you confessed it all. You told him about the stress you were under, the bullying you had faced and the danger you were in each night with nearly no support or security.

You had been in a long sleeve when you went to bed but now you were in his shirt and he could see the latest wound marring your flesh, the impression of teeth setting to bruises.

Horror painted his features as he absorbed it all, then it turned to anger, hot rage as his clenched fists turned his knuckles white. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked with quiet restraint. “Pourquoi?”

You swallowed and shrank back into the couch as you felt that anger aimed at you. The shaking started again, a fine tremor coursing through your body until it reached your teeth and they chattered as a cold sweat broke out.

“Fuck, no, bébé, please,” Charles cursed as he unclenched his fists and reached for you only to freeze as you flinched. “Please, I would never hurt you. I’m not angry at you.”

“Yes, you are,” you whispered.

“Okay, I’m a little bit angry you didn’t tell me sooner. We are meant to share everything, no?” You nodded meekly. “But I would never hurt you, ma louve. I’m angry at myself, I should have noticed, I should have, I don’t know…I failed you.”

“I was scared. You would make me quit if you knew.”

His head lifted and confusion swum in those green eyes of his. “Why would you want to work for that asshole?”

“I like my job, I like what I do, Charles.” You looked away from the intensity of his stare. “I don’t know who I am without it.”

“Oh, chérie, you would still be the same selfless, kind, beautiful woman you are right now. That is who you are, and that will never change.” When he reached for you this time you let him take your hands and he kissed your knuckles before holding them to his chest. “I think it’s time to prove it to you.”

You sighed and gave him a small nod. “I think you might be right.”

The sound of relief he made brought a smile to your face and he returned it with a guilty one. “That’s a relief,” he admitted with a nervous chuckle, “because I think I got you fired.”

What's a soft launch? (Lando Norris x Leclerc! Reader)

YN Leclerc is dating Lando Norris in secret, and they had been keeping it really quite for the past 9 months, but unfortunately she is dating an idiot who forgot to close his stream.

or

in which YN Leclerc and Lando Norris make everyone watching his stream need to bleach their eyes.

N.B: this is something for fun and has no relation to real life people. Also, I'll be doing a sm fic based on this cause a meme picture is what started this for me.

WARNING: suggestive, no actual smut. Making out. PDA cause lando forgot to close his stream. Mentions of breast, nipple and bra. French not used properly?... if i missed anything else let me know!

Sighing, Lando stretched his back while calling for his girlfriend- letting her know that it's okay to come in.

"Hey handsome."

username: is that who I think it is!

username: ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

username: someone call 911 lando no rizz pulled YN Leclerc

username: I want yn to call me handsome too

Unaware of the fast chat the couple smiled at each other as YN sat on Lando's lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, wrists staying still at the nape of his neck while her fingers play with the soft curls of his hair.

"Hello ma chérie."

And that's all the older boy got to say as the young girl latched her lips onto his, tightening her grip around his neck while his arms rest at her hips, squeezing them as he lifts her up a bit trying to reach as much of her as possible.

username: AY YOOOOOO someone tell my man he is live and we can see that

username: THE GRIP HE HAS ON MY GIRL

username: ooofffff, Lando's funeral is gonna be tomorrow my dudes

username: F in the chat for lando

username: F in the chat for charles, he having a heart attack rn

username: my girl gonna wake up with bruises

Breaking away to catch their breath Lando's hand caressed her hips, moving until they rested on her ass

"Ohhhh, okay, are we going there."

"I don't know gorgeous, are we?"

Shifting around in the chair, Lano placed his back to the arm of the chair moving YN in front of him- unknowingly, making the viewers have a perfect view of their interlocking lips which were quickly followed by a gasp from YN as Lando pressed his hips into hers- thus allowing a perfect entrance of his tongue into her mouth.

username: OKAY THIS IS A FULL MAKE OUT SESSION.

username: LANDO IS DYING AT 25 MY DUDES

username: FFS SOMEONE CALL THEM OR SEND A SUB OR SOMETHING, WE DON'T WANT LANDO TO DIE

username: Holy shit, YN have mercy on your brothers

username: how to be Lando rn

username: THIS FEELS SO WRONG, THEY LITERALY HAVE THEIR TONGUES DOWN EACH OTHER'S THROATS

username: please lord, let Lando still be able to have kids after seeing the Leclerc brothers

Being interrupted by her ringtone did not deter the couple from their steamy activity, in fact it was like they didn't even hear it as Lando's right hand slipped into the girl's shirt roaming around her stomach as it rested in her breast.

Another ringtone...... Lando's left hand made its way to her bra's clasp, opening it with swiftness that made it evident it had not been the first time he had done that.

The way their tongues moved and their arms explored places they were already familiar with only comes with expirence. A lot of experience.

As the ringtone got repeated for the third time, Lando decided to slow down, removing his lips from hers while his right hand pushed her bra downward a bit, making him feel her hard nipple under his fingertips.

Moving her left arm from around his neck while balancing herself with her right arm, YN reached into her back pocket getting her phone out.

"Oh, it's Danny"

The cheerful voice of the girl filles the room

username: of thank god!

username: FINALLY

username: Lando, you will be missed

username: this has been the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life

username: I wasn't even doing anything and I'm out of breath

Answering the phone YN couldn't even get a word out before Daniel is screaming into her ear

"IT'S LIVE! YOU'RE FUCKING LIVE."

Snapping her head towards her boyfriend's set up, she quickly balanced the phone in between her ear and her shoulder while removing his hand from under her shirt, tipping as she attempted to close the live while holding her bra in place as much as possible.

"What? What's wrong?" Upon seeing his girlfriend's frantic behaviour Lando became alert, worried something might be wrong.

"YOU DIDN'T CLOSE THE LIVE!"

"WHAT!!"

In a hurry to get up from his position and close the stream he tripped over his own feet just as his hands reached the desk, and as an attempt to save himself from the fall he gripped the first thing within his reach- his keyboard and his mic- making them fall right on his head.

The sudden scream of Lando's and the quite comical fall (in YN's opinion) made her forget about the older man on her phone and about the entire issue. The only thing she did was double over in laughter that within seconds turned into a sound similar to that of a car's windshield wiper.

"Oh, I'm glad my pain is amusing you."

username: this is the best stream of my entire fucking life man

username: I have no idea what is going on, but I love it

username: this is hilarious.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

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The moment I knew // part 2 (Reader!Bridgerton x Tewkesbury)

Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @omgsuperstarg, @cayt0123

Summary: Still very much madly in love, you hope to meet him again to the annoyance of your siblings. Who rahter think you are too young and too foolish to be that much. An invitation to a small gathering makes your dreams come true when you meet him there. Does he feel the same way and what might the future hold for you both? [ part 1 ]

Soft melodic music came from the piano. Colin playing the piano. Their fingers gentle touching the keys, movements smooth easing into the song. The sweet melody filled the parlor, putting everyone in a trance of silence. Benedict who had a sketching note on his lap, stared out of the window. Perhaps dreaming of inspiration. Daphne was reading a novel, her eyes stuck on the same page as she hadn’t turned one in a while. Anthony sat down in the armchair, hands crossed, staring in deep thoughts. On the floor were Hyacinth and Gregory playing with horse figurines.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. The music making you dream about Tewkesbury. Ever since you met him last week, he was all you could think about. If this is what love felt like, you wanted to bottle it forever. Opening your eyes, the music had pushed you. You got up from your position making your brother Anthony quirk his eyebrow up.

You went over to the piano near Colin, letting your finger slide over the top. He smiled at you seeing how you walked around the piano, dreamily. You spun around, moving your hands gracefully. As if a princess was dancing. You spun away from the piano, moving your arms in a slow graceful way. Moving your shoulders gently, you danced around the piano. Anthony sighed deep, adverting his gaze from you. You went over to your siblings playing on the floor. – “Gregory come dance with me.” – you said extending your hands to him.

He smiled honoring, taking your hands. You pulled him up, using him as a dance partner. Holding him as you hopped from side to side. Gregory doing to the same. You then spun around with him laughing. Grabbing each other’s arms so tightly, you feared you might fall if one let go from the intensity of spinning. Anthony glanced your way, smiling for a moment. For a moment joy had returned to the house. Gregory and you were laughing, holding each other’s hand while hopping away and towards each other.

Colin altered the music a bit to match your dance. Hyacinth was smiling on the floor, eager to join. She jumped up, joining the three of you. She locked arms with you, running around as you let go and took Gregory’s arm to do the same. Then they repeated the steps making you smile giddy. Benedict looked away from the window to you. – “What are you doing?” – he asked curious. – “Can’t you see.” – Francesca pitched in from the side, making him turn his head to her. – “She’s in love.” – she added to make it clear.

Anthony sighed so loud it made everyone look at him. – “She met him once!” – he outed trying to sound reasonable. – “She is likely never going to see him again.” – Anthony added making you cross your arms. – “I wouldn’t be so sure of that brother.” – you answered. – “I will search the entire country if I must to find him. We are destined to be together.” – you stated loud and clear. Colin stopped playing the piano, sensing the tension.

Anthony puffed loud. – “You don’t even know the first thing about love.” – he said looking away with annoyance. – “And I suppose you do?” – you asked back. – “Y/n!” – Benedict interfered. You turned to look at your siblings. – “None of you do!” – you called out gesturing at them all. – “I know what I feel, and it is love!” – you outed loudly. – “You are too young.” – Colin interfered still sitting at the piano. You glared at him for saying that. Benedict exhaled deep, pulling you closer to him by taking your hand.

“You hardly know him sister.” – he said calmly trying to put some sense into you. – “Then I will get to know him. It is not that difficult to conversate Ben.” – you replied. Benedict sighed deep. – “Y/n.” – he started taking both your hands. – “Y/n listen…” – he lowered his head a bit to catch your gaze. You sighed soft, turning your head at him. – “You have plenty of time to fall in love. Once you are debuted…” – he continued as you tore your hands out of his grip.

“I don’t need to debut to know who I want to marry because it is rather simple. I want to marry Tewkesbury!” – you made clear. Your harsh tone made Anthony jump up. – “Enough!” – he shouted. – “I don’t want to hear another word about that boy!” – his finger pointing sternly at you. – “Understood.” – you responded plainly, curtsying for your brother. It stunned him to see you suddenly act to coldly towards him. You moved past them, leaving the parlor. Going straight up the stairs towards your room.

*

Violet gleamed holding an invitation in her hand. – “Children.” – she addressed making you all stop eating and look at her. – “We have received an invitation from Lady and Lord Wattlesbrook.” – Violet said as some of your siblings frowned. You sighed explaining. – “The Wattlesbrooks are long close friends of mother’s family. Mother knew them ever since she was young.” – you enlightened.

“Why that is true Y/n.” – she answered a bit proud you remembered them as she rarely spoke of them. Violet cleared her throat continuing to explain the invitation. – “They’ve invited us to a small gathering at their estate for the evening.” – she finished as Hyacinth leaned back in her chair disappointed. – “I suppose only the elderly children get to go?” – she said crossing her arms.

Violet smiled at her. – “No, my child. You are all invited.” – she made clear. Hyacinth gasping loud as she turned to look at Gregory with delight. – “Mother don’t you think they are too young to attend?” – Anthony spoke from across the table. He glanced your way as you never returned the manner. – “No.” – Violet insisted upon. – “It is a simple gathering with music, card games and chattering. Nothing more, nothing less.” – she explained. – “Oh how delighted.” – Daphne said.

She turned to place her hand on Benedict’s arm. – “You can recite some poems if you like? Oh, I just know everyone would be delighted to hear so.” – she said dreamy making Benedict chuckle nervously. – “I am not so sure Daphne… my poems…” – he cleared his throat. – “I have not perfected them… I feel rather nervous outing them to the world.” – he continued. Daphne pouted her lip.

One last attempt to persuade him. – “We’ll see…” – Benedict responded looking quickly away. Daphne smiled proudly making Francesca roll her eyes. You remained silent, thinking of Tewkesbury. How much you hoped he might be there as well. Violet placed the invitation aside, motioning to everyone to continue eating. Chatter filled the dining table pretty quickly.

Several conversations going through another. You didn’t converse with anyone, eating in silence as you had not forgotten who easily they dismissed your own feeling. You knew what you were feeling, and it was love. No one had ever made you feel that special. No one other then your brothers had been able to make you smile like that. He wasn’t as stiff as any other gentleman you had met in gathering with your brothers. He was different.

The night had come for the gathering at Lord and Lady Wattlesbrook. The carriage was cramped you had to take two to fit everyone in. You had shared a carriage with mother, Hyacinth, Gregory, and Francesca. Allow your older siblings to sit together. The weather was chilly for this hour around 8. Before you had fully gone out of the carriage, came Benedict at your side. He offered you his arm. – “No thank you.” – you said holding your hand up. – “I’ll go with mama.” – you stepped back, taking Violet by the arm.

Benedict couldn’t deny he felt a bit heartbroken, yet he simply smiled it away, taking Eloise instead. Anthony escorted Daphne as Colin had Francesca on his arm. Hyacinth had mother’s other arm, Gregory holing Hyacinth’s. You swallowed nervously as you approached the estate. The doors opened as you were immediately met up with the hospitality of Lady Wattlesbrook. – “Violet Bridgerton!” – she called out with open arms. Violet untangled her arms from you, greeting the elderly woman with open arms of herself.

“Are.. these your children?” – she questioned after a short embrace. – “Well yes.” – Violet spoke touching the back of her hair briefly. She greeted you all. – “Lovely to see you again Violet.” – Lady Wattlesbrook said to her. Violet smiled. – “Indeed it is Martha.” – she responded. – “Lord Wattlesbrook is inside.” – she explained as you all motioned to venture further into her estate.

Hyacinth, Gregory, Francesca, and you all stared in awe at the gathering room. All her doors open for free entries. You walked past a room where men were chatting and laughing by a fireplace. In the next there were woman gossiping in close proximity. Music filled the hallway as you turned your head to look inside a grand room. By the piano was a girl playing, surrounded by lovers of the music. All of you entered the ballroom. Several people dancing. – “So much for a small gathering.” – you heard Anthony mumble to Daphne.

You didn’t mind as it perhaps gave you hope that he might be here as well. Your older siblings went off to wherever as you remained with mother and the youngest. As the night progressed, you had visited many rooms. Finding yourself currently in the room with the piano. Your sister Francesca blessing everyone with her playing and singing. You were leaning against the entrance with your head, daydreaming a bit. Taking a deep breath, you looked over your shoulder.

Glancing back at your mother on the armchair with other ladies beside her, you decided to simply leave. She was occupied with admiring Fran anyways. You left walking the corridors. Pausing by the ballroom you saw Daphne and Colin dancing with someone. Exhaling deep, you continued wandering off. Glancing up, you thought about the upper floors. Finding the stairwell, you went upstairs. Roaming the area that went in a square, in the middle a gaping hole where the stairs led up.

Going around, you followed the course of the square, suddenly stopping. Breath shuddering as you saw him. Standing lost by a tree, mindlessly admiring it. He was plucking at some leaves, looking rather lonely. Your heart leaped making you grab the railing. – “Tewkesbury!” – you called out loud. Tewkesbury got startled as if caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. He immediately let go of the tree, looking around to whoever shouted his name.

It was then that his eyes fell upon you across from him. His smile widening, suddenly feeling no longer lonely or bored. You let go of the railing, running the corner to meet up with him. So did he, meeting you halfway by an edge. – “Y/n!” – he blurted out. – “I mean miss Bridgerton.” – he bowed having forgotten his manners. You smiled pulling him up from his bow.

“Just Y/n is fine.” – you told him. Tewkesbury smirked. – “How long have you been here?” – you asked walking in line with him around the square. – “A while…” – he answered with a shrug. – “So this is where you have been hiding from me.” – you teased, nudging him. He chuckled. – “If I knew you were here, I wouldn’t have been hiding.” – he answered.

He gestured at a bench as you sat down. He came sitting beside you. He stared in front of him, adjusting his suit jacket when you turned to him. – “What are some dreams you aspire?” – you asked making him quirk his eyebrow up. – “Right to the deep stuff.” – he joked. – “What happened to do you play an instrument? What is your dance of preference? Languages?” – he said with a smile. – “Oh I also would like to know those things.” – you reassured him.

He smiled teasingly. – “If I may go first, what dreams aspire you, Y/n?” – he asked directing the question to you. You smiled shy, looking down at your hands. – “I…I always dreamed of becoming a princess.” – you told him. Tewkesbury’s smile faltered as he stared in front of him. – “I can’t make you a princess.” – he said softly. You turned your head to him. – “I know.” – you told him, taking his hand on his knees. – “I aspire something new now.” – you told him. – “Oh…” – he said curious.

“I aspire to be yours.” – you spoke squeezing his hand in yours. Tewkesbury smiled sheepishly. – “Funny as I aspire that too.” – he said funnily making you nudge him playfully. – “Mock me all you want.” – you said pulling your hand out of yours. He immediately took it back. – “I didn’t say you could let go.” – he said, tightening slightly his grip around your hand. – “I also wasn’t mocking you.” – he whispered gazing at you. – “The least I can make you is Viscountess.” – he said looking in front of him. You leaned into him. – “That is more than enough.” – you told him.

Tewkesbury turned to smile at you. The two of you chatted more, revealing more about one another. The more you heard, the more you fell in love with him. No matter what your siblings said, this was true love. You felt it, you witnessed it from within. This is the stuff poets spoke off. He got up, pulling you with him. Walking close by you ventured further around the estate exploring. You frowned, looking around you when Tewkesbury wasn’t at your side anymore. – “Tewkesbury?” – you said suddenly seeing him by one of the flower vases.

He took out a flower, looking suspiciously over his shoulder if no one had seen it. He then returned to you. – “For the fairest lady.” – he said bowing, holding the flower out. You took it, curtsying before him. Biting your lip subtly, you looked around if anyone was near. When no one was, you approached Tewkesbury kissing his cheek soft. – “Thank you.” – you whispered seeing him burn up. He came at your side once more, continuing the walk.

You stopped at a balcony, overlooking the nightly lit gardens. Leaning against the frame, you gently plucked at your flower. – “I wish I was older.” – you sighed. Tewkesbury turned his head to stare out of the window. Closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he stared down at his hand. Fingers gently holding onto the ring around his finger. The one he got from his father.

He let his finger rub over the ring while thinking. Then the ring slid off his finger. He took your hand making you furrow your brows. Palm facing up, he placed the ring in your hand. You stared with wide eyes at the ring as he closed your hand on it. – “This… this is a promise to you Y/n.” – he said not looking away from your hand.

“A promise that I only shall love you. That when the time has come for our season, I shall call you mine from the first day.” – he continued batting his eyes up. You smiled in return, eyes filled with tears. – “I shall love no other.” – you said trying to keep yourself from sobbing loud.

Tewkesbury brought your clasped hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles. – “Tewkesbury!” – he heard loud making him lower your hands. – “I shall see you again.” – he said backing away. – “Tewkesbury where are you?” – the same woman’s voice spoke. You nodded holding on tight to his ring. Tewkesbury left, leaving you alone. Taking a deep breath, you brought your hands to your chest.

Looking past the wall, you saw him meet up with an elderly woman. She resembled him some. His grandmother perhaps? They left together. You pulled out a thin lint from your hair, tying the ring around it. You then hung it around your neck, hiding the ring underneath your top.

“There you are!” – a voice came through coming from the side to stand by the balcony with you. It was Benedict. – “Are we to return home?” – you asked. He nodded, taking you with him back downstairs.

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Cherry tomato?

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Fluff

In which you did a Tiktok prank on your boyfriend and he nearly fainted.

You were sprawling on the couch, giggling and chuckling at your phone. You had been watching Tiktok and there was this trend going on where you told your dad or significant other about a $100 for a premium air so you wanted to try it on Charles.

Charles didn’t reply and you didn’t expect him to. He had a meeting with a brand so he had told you earlier that he won’t be able to reply to you immediately but you told him it won’t be a problem as you wouldn’t be going anywhere.

“Hi, baby.” Charles came home and placed his watch on the dining table before giving you a peck on your cheek.

“Oh, hi!”

“Where did you go today? I thought you said you had no plan?”

“Ah, I went to get these!” You popped a slice of cherry tomato into your mouth and offered one to him. Charles then went to your side and leaned over so you could feed him. “It was crazy expensive, wasn’t it?”

He was already walking to the fridge to get himself a drink while still chewing on the cherry tomato. “Sorry?”

“I can’t believe it was that expensive!” You threw in another cherry tomato into your mouth.

“The cherry tomatoes?”

“No, the air!”

Charles frowned before closing the fridge and ambled his way back to where he was by your side. He was clearly confused, it looked like he had question marks all over his head and you had to control your laughter. “What air are you talking about, baby?”

“The tire pressure! I never knew they charge you £50 per tire!”

“What? Who told you that?” Charles tilted his head to catch on your gaze.

“The guy at the tire shop! He was like you have to pay £50 for this.” You mimicked the way the guy supposedly talk.

“Was he trying to tell you a joke?”

“No, he wasn’t! I was supposed to pay £200 for all four tires because he told me all of them were under-inflated but he gave me a discount so I only had to pay £100 which was a good deal because that meant I paid what…like £25 per tires.”

“Wait, wait. Slow down. I’m confused.” Charles shook his head as if he was trying to shake off those question marks and pushed the bowl of cherry tomatoes away so you could stop munching on them and pay attention to him. “So, you are saying that you paid £100 for the air?”

“I paid £100 instead of £200, yeah.” You shrugged and pulled the bowl closer to take another cherry tomato.

“Baby, stop.” He held you wrist before you could touch the them.

“Why?”

“You paid £100 for air?”

“Yes, mon beau. It was a good discount I know. He probably gave the discount because I looked pretty today.” You retracted you arm away from his grip to go back to the cherry tomatoes.

“Stop, stop.”

“Charles!” You scowled at him and crossed your arms.

“They didn’t give you a discount, they scammed you!”

“What? Why?” You could get an Oscar for the facial expression alone.

“You were supposed to pay 50 cents for it. No one paid that much! Are you crazy?” He gasped in horror and looked like he could faint any moment.

“It wasn’t me! It was the guy!”

“I’m gonna give them a call.” He heaved a sigh and was about to walk away to get his phone before you casually reply, giving him another heart attack.

“He said it was a premium air.” You tried making it sound like a mumble but it was clear, clear enough to make his ears red as he turned back to look at his girlfriend who looked so nonchalant that he wished he could knock some sense into her head.

“What did you say?”

“It was premium air. He said it was more crisp than the normal one.”

“Baby, my blood pressure has reached my head and I’m getting goosebumps. Please tell me this is a joke.”

“I’m not joking! I paid them cash.”

“You paid them cash? Why would you pay them cash? Now we can’t even file a complain because we have no proof.”

“They said they only accept cash. Do you want another cherry tomato?”

“Oh my god, baby.” Charles had no other words to continue this conversation so he just heaved a sigh again and leaned his forehead against your shoulder.

“I’m just kidding! It was a prank.” You giggled and stroked on his back.

“What?”

“It was a prank!”

He stood up straight and pinched on the middle of his brows. “Please don’t do that again. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“You should have seen your face! It was so cute!” You chuckled and pinched on his nose.

“No more cherry tomatoes for you. Give me that.”

“Wait, no!”

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hello! i was hoping I could request something between gen z reader x the grid where she gets an anxiety attack or gets really anxious during press and how they would react or try to help her, could be due to something about the race or personal, love uuu<3

you’re gonna go far

pairing: the genz!driver x '23!grid

summary: social anxiety and social stuff don’t mix very well

word count: 2.3k

warnings: anxiety attack, angst, sexist comments

note: hiya!! yk i love your requests!! thank u <3

i have social anxiety myself, it’s written from my perspective - anxiety is experienced very different, pls remember that! and pls respect anyone who is experiencing anxiety or any mental disorder that is!

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We ain’t angry at you, love, you’re the greatest thing we‘ve lost.

The song blasted through her ears, tears started forming in her eyes. She missed home, so, so much. She felt guilty to leave all her friends and family at home to pursue her dreams. And this song, written by the brilliant Noah Kahan, just always made her cry and think about her hometown.

Well, maybe not always, mostly the days her anxiety sparks up - and today was one of those days. Usually media didn’t stress her out, but today was different. Her mood shifted and hyper sensitive, overstimulated and overwhelmed. And she usually had someone she trusted by her side at media, but not today. Today was just shit.

Paired with Lance, Kevin, Sergio and Niko, she just wished the day would be over. She was just glad that Daniel, Max, Oscar and Lewis would be after her, they would maybe wait for them to finish, so she could see them.

She was trying to help her calm down. Thinking about good possibilities and not bad ones. Not about how she would sit stiff and uncomfortable between Lance and Sergio. Or how she and Niko never really got along. Or how she couldn’t seek refuge in a known face. Or how she had to answer all the questions by herself and not have Max there to defend her and be her bodyguard. 

And she was doing it again.

What was she gonna do? Breath, just breath - that’s what she told herself. She was in desperate need for a break. She knew what she was getting herself into, but it was still so very much. She was glad that Hungary was the second last race before the summer pause. She would go home, maybe vacation a bit, but definitely head home and see her friends and family.

Her feet dragged her through the media pit against her will. She didn’t want to go there, she just wanted to curl up in her bed with a good book and some music. Her headphones still present on her head, at least she had her music.

She was so focused on the words of You’re gonna go far that she didn’t see Lance in her peripheral vision. He patted her on her back and she flinched as he passed her. He gave her a funny look as she just gave him a shy smile.

She sighed, she didn’t know how she could face this day. She wished she had Lewis or Max or Danny by her side, someone to lean on, someone who would protect her and help her out. But she was all alone in this world right now. That’s what she thought at least.

Sat next to her was Kevin and Sergio. Her leg was bouncing, her fingers couldn’t stop picking at her nails. Her breathing was fast. She knew that things would turn out bad pretty fast. She just knew it.

„So, the next question is for y/n. Seeing as you’re the only woman on the grid, do you feel intimidated by all of the men or do you actually like the challenge?“

Her mind raced. What? She wished for Max who would give a sassy comeback or for Lewis to out the comment as borderline sexist. Or just anyone to stand up for her at that moment, but no one did.

„Uh, thank you for your question. Uhm, I am not the only woman on the grid. There are lots of women working behind the scenes - mechanics, engineers, catering, strategists, everything. So, to answer your question, no, I don’t feel intimidated, because I know that I come from a powerful gender.“

Her answer was clip and clear, not even her voice was shaking, which she half expected to. But the interviewer grew visibly irritated.

„Can you go into it a bit more? Or could you please comment on the statement Christian Horner did? Here, I’ll refresh your mind: F1 is bringing in a young generation. It’s bringing in a lot of young girls because of all these great-looking young drivers.“

What had that to do with his question beforehand? Horner made that statement a longer time ago?

„Uhm yes, obviously we all know Christian by now, don’t we?“, she nervously laughed. „But uhm, he is obviously still wrong, like I originally commented when he first made that statement“ Her eyes were searching for something or someone familiar, but she couldn’t. Her vision occupied by interviewers and flashing cameras.

Her breath started to get faster, She tried to breath through her nose, not make it too obvious that she was having a moment. This would make headlines. Female driver gets anxiety attack whilst commenting on sexist statements.

Why wasn’t Lewis there? He knew what to do. He had caught her like this before - breathing rapid, fists clenched and fingers white. Eyes not focusing on anything particular and her chest heaving up and down from all her heavy breathing.

It was after she had found out that people were speculating about her - specifically that she had to sleep with her or any team principal to get her seat in F1. Her head was leaned against the wall, her knees pulled to her chest and her body was rocking back and forth.

„y/n, y/n, listen, look at me. Listen to me, can you please look at me, love?“, he pleaded. And when she finally did, Lewis let out a breath of relief. „Okay, look at me, darling, and follow my breathing, yes? It’s easy, you can do it, I believe in you.“

He grabbed her hands and put them to his own chest, so she could feel his breathing. Feel his calm heartbeat, even though he felt anything opposite calm. He looked her deep into her eyes and tried to reassure that everything was going to be alright.

„You’re gonna go far, y/n, listen to me, I know it, you’re gonna make it far.“

Her breathing had normalised and the tears stuck in her eyes, finally flowed down her cheeks. The soon turned into full on sobs and the older driver hugged the younger one. Embracing her and reassuring her, that none of the drivers would have believed the tabloids - they’ve seen her driving and know very well why she got offered her seat in F1.

She had thanked him about a thousand times and made him promise not to ever tell anyone. But if somebody else knew, maybe they could’ve helped her in this situation.

But luckily for y/n, this was all broadcast live, well, maybe not for her per se, because she knew about too many people were watching her lose herself on live television and her PR manager couldn’t just pull some magic strings to not have this air, but what she didn’t know was, that Seb was watching - her specifically.

And he did the only reasonable thing he could do, he called Lewis.

„Hey dude, what’s up? Haven’t heard from you in a long time. How’s retirement treating you?“ Lewis had a lot of questions for the German. The later laughed a bit, but turned serious pretty quickly. „Listen, I’m watching the pre-race interviews right now-“ Lewis interrupted him: „Yeah? I’m on next, you should definitely wait and see me on TV then.“

„Yeah that’s great Lew, but y/n is on right now. I think- no I’m pretty sure she’s having an anxiety attack on live television.“

Lewis was silent for a moment. „She is having what?“ - „An anxiety attack, you know what that is? It’s, uhm, when you get too overwhelmed and your psyche tells you that you’re experiencing immense fear at the moment and“, Lewis was tuning him out.

She was having an anxiety attack? Right now? During the pre-race interview? He had to help her.

„I’m on my way, thanks Seb“, and he hung up. He had to get there as fast as he could. Sprinting through the entire paddock to the media pin. On the way he almost crashed into Max, who was also making his way to the pin, Daniel by his side. The only looked at Lewis weird but soon we’re running with him, as he shouted: „It’s y/n!“

They arrived but no one wanted to let them in: „It’s not your turn yet, they’re still going. You have to wait until it’s your turn, you’ll be on in 10.“

„Listen, y/n, if you’re reacting this way to my question, you’re clearly not made for this sport, maybe you should go into something more ladylike, like horseback riding or tennis, at least you’d look pretty there.“

„And you’re clearly not made to interviews, asshole!“

All of them heard, the viewers heard, the drivers heard, the interviewers heard, but y/n was the only one who didn’t hear it.

Maybe you should go into something more ladylike, like horseback riding or tennis, at least you’d look pretty there. That was all she could hear. At least you’d look pretty there.

The other drives next to y/n didn’t know what to do. Their colleague was definitely having a though time, but they didn’t know how to help, they opted to just tilt their heads towards the floor and look just as uncomfortable as everyone in the room did - but no one stood up for her, expect Max.

„Maybe you should just fucking leave this pit before I will bash your disgusting face. Maybe you should scramble and flee. Maybe you should eat your on dick as you seem to like to put tiny and degrading things in your mouth. Maybe-“, Daniel stopped him, Max has said enough and made his point.

Lewis was already making his way up to her. Scooping her up and carrying her out of the pit.

At least you’d look pretty.

The sentence was going through her head like a loop, like a vinyl that’s broken and repeats all the worst parts. She felt like a broken record - cracked and well, broken.

„She‘s hyperventilating“, Danial pointed out. „Yeah no shit, sherlock.“ - „Max, let’s just focus on her right now, okay?“, the seven time world champion told the two time world champion. „Who’s garage is the nearest?“, Lewis asked into the round. „The Ferrari one is the first one on the grid“, Daniel said. „Let’s go then.“

Daniel led the way, fetching Lando on the way, she’d appreciate the support from the youngster. Even though he complained a lot to Danny.

„Don’t look, don’t look, we’re just passing through“, Daniel said as he tried to shield her and Lewis from all the cameras in the Ferrari garage. „What are you guys doing here?“, Carlos questioned, but as soon as he saw the crying mess in Lewis‘ arms he helped Daniel shield y/n. Carlos led them to Charles‘ side of the garage, as he had his closed off for anyone from the outside.

„What’s going on?“, a confused Charles asked the group now standing in his garage. „Charles, we need to go somewhere quiet, is that possible?“, Lewis asked the Ferrari driver. He nodded and led them to his drivers room, even though it was pretty tiny and probably wouldn’t fit all of them in it.

They set y/n on his sofa and Lewis was hovering in front of her. Lando sat on her right side, while Max was on her left. He took her hand in his, squeezing it, so she knew that he was there. „Hey y/n look at me. We’re in Charles‘ drivers room, in the Ferrari garage. Away from the media pit, okay? You’re safe with us now“, Lewis told her. „Breath with us.“

„In and out, just like that, darling, follow Lewis‘ breathing“, Daniel complimented y/n. „You’re doing great, shatje. So, so great. We’re all so proud of you.“

„You can let it all out, we won’t judge you“, Charles told her and just as he did, the dam broke. Her tears fell down onto her knees, she sobbed uncontrollably. She leaned her head on Landos shoulder and he pulled her close into his side. „You’re doing so well, love.“ - „Just keep breathing, don’t forget to breath“, Carlos told her. He was standing in the doorway with Charles, acting as bodyguards.

Danny walked around the room, trying to find something for y/n to drink out of. „Hey Charles, do you have some water or a bottle?“ The driver clad in red reacted fast and brought the Australian a tall glass of water. He brought y/n the glass and she had to stop crying to drink. Afterwards she got the hiccups. „There, there love, everything’s okay“, Lewis took her glass and patted her knee. „Remember what I told you? You’re gonna go far, okay? Don’t let that prick tell you otherwise.“

„At least you’d look pretty there.“

„Huh?“, the room asked, as she mumbled the sentence.

„At least you’d look pretty there. That’s what he said“, she looked up from her seat, to the room full of supporting people. „At least you’d look pretty.“

Max was so angry again, he could’ve killed that man, if it wasn’t for Daniel holding him back. „I am going to kill that man“, Max growled. y/n giggled: „Maxie, don’t, he doesn’t deserve death. He deserves to live a long, pitiful life.“

„We’re glad you’re laughing again, y/n“, Charles said. „Yes, very much so.“ Everyone agreed with Charles. „I love you guys, but how’d you even know that I was having a tough time?“, y/n asked confused. Lewis had to laugh: „Seb called me. Said he saw you on the TV all riled up and ready to cry and that I should already be on my way to help you, but I talked over him the whole time“ He scratched his neck and y/n laughed a loud belly laugh. „That’s so typical!“

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LMAOOO THIS WITH THE LECLERC BROTHERS 😭😭

https://youtube.com/shorts/aFHKUtjI44s?feature=share

That went well? (Lando Norris x Leclerc! Reader)

N.B: this had been in my drafts for a while, I hope you like it.

WARNING: SWEAR WORDS. F WORD MULTIPLE TIMES. PREGNANCY PRANK PLOT. MENTION OF COCK AND DICKHEAD (BOTH USED AS INSULTS). MENTIONS OF HITTING / SMACKING AS AN OLDER BROTHER (I DO NOT CONDONE VIOLENCE) let me know if I missed anything!

You didn't know how they managed to convince you, honestly it was a suicide mission, but still you could see the fun in your brothers' reactions, which is why you decided that inviting your brothers and their partners over would be a good way to do the prank.

Setting everything up, you started to get extremely nervous, you didn't know what to expect, all three Leclerc males are very unpredictable even if you grew up together your whole lives.

You knew there was no going back once you heard Carla's (Aurthur's girlfriend) scream from the bathroom, where you had set up the pregnancy test in the bin- hidden but visible enough for someone who would throw something away to see.

Meeting Lando's eyes from across the table, the same thought ran through your heads- well, there's no going back now.

While Arthur rushed to see Carla, followed by Lorenzo and his girlfriend, Charles spotted your nervous expression, your bouncing leg and your nails picking at the opposite thumb tearing off the skin. It was the last action that stopped the middle Leclerc boy dead in his tract, you only did that when you think whatever you did or said was downright bad- should stay away and isolate myself bad.

"YOU FUCKING BRITISH BREADSTICK," a strong, enraged voice echoed through the entire building "I WILL MAKE YOU CHEW ON YOUR OWN COCK YOU DICKHEAD."

Now, the Leclerc brothers have heard Lorenzo cursing up a storm before, but he had always been very careful around YN, installing into Charles and Arthur that yes you can swear and joke around with such words and insults around your friends, but not around girls and most certainly not their baby, innocent sister.

Was YN scared? Yes, she had never heard her brother sound so furious. Was Lando shaking in his non existent boots? Absolutely. The young driver started to sweat as soon as he heard the loud cry of his girlfriend's oldest brother.

Flared nostrils, red face and steam coming out of his ears, Lorenzo appeared at the end of the hall looking like he had fought his way out of an amusement park's death train seat.

"YOU GOT YN PREGNANT!"

Now, it was Charles' turn to follow his older brother's footsteps, "YOU FUCKING TOOL BOX! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"YOU WANKER!" now Landk did not expect Arthur to insult him with his own language- the British, but you can't always know what life's gonna throw at you.

Just like how he did not expect to be running around town at 7 PM trying to avoid Lorenzo's shoe that seemed to always re-appear in the eldest male's hands, along with trying to not get anymore bruises from the broken stick in Chales' hands (it broke as the older F1 racer smacked it on his back) all while trying not to question how Arthur even knows that many british insults.

"I feel like we should tell them that it's a prank." YN uttered softly, wincing as Charles has managed yet again to hit Lando, as if it was his birthday and Lando was his pinada.

"No no," Carla giggled as she watched Lorenzo's dress shoe fly across the street "this is fun."

When free practice is delayed because of bad weather, media caught (driver of your choice) all dressed in his racing suit feeding their little one some pureed fruit with momma watching and taking pictures of the adorable moment.

Note: I'm doing George because I haven't written for him in a while

"Come back to the garage, red flag will be in for at least fifty minutes", you heard on the radio set you had on your ears, bouncing Olivia on your arms, "looks like daddy is joining us sooner than expected", you mumbled, kissing the top of her head while she continued to look around the garage, seeing the mechanics grab the tyre blankets to get on the car as soon as it arrived.

George hopped out of the car and approached Toto so he could catch up with what was happening, seeing out the corner of his eye that his little one was growing restless, seeing you grab her bag, "they're saying around an hour now, so the track can dry, so we can go there. I bet Y/N could use a hand", Toto chuckled as he patted George's back.

"Look, Olivia, it's daddy!", you exclaimed as the little girl opened her arms so she could sit in his lap, "I think she's hungry", you explained once she was settled, grabbing your bag to take out pureed fruit you had made for her, "do you want some apple, Olivia?", you mused, opening the jar and giving it to George so he could feed Olivia, "here comes a big big plane", George announced, filling the spoon and moving it closer his daughter's mouth, her joyous giggles bringing attention to her.

Natalie was strolling around the paddock, noticing the British driver and his family, "and it seems the Russells have found this time for a snack. Hi Olivia!", she waved back at the little girl, smiling at her cheerfulness, "That's a core memory being made for the family, I'm sure", she smiled, the broadcast showing your back as you took pictures of the moment, George in his race suit while his daughter sat on his lap, hands messy with pureed apple and a massive smile on her face.

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The Fragile Bonds Part 1 || Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead Sister

You voted for Jay, Will and Becca, you got Jay, Will and Becca.

I will update this story each Saturday :) I tried to post it earlier in the week, but I was exhausted from work.

Summary: After their father's death, Becca moved in with Jay. This is the first time the detective brother has to go undercover since his sister has been under his full care, creating a challenging situation for both. Reluctantly, Becca will have to live with Will and his family during those days, even though she doesn't feel very welcome in that household.

Becca had been sitting down in the living room sofa for the last 15 minutes, looking at Jay going in circles all over the place avoiding whatever he wanted to say.

-"Would you please just spit it out? You are driving me crazy".

He dried stopped in front of her: "I'm going in an undercover run. This is going to be for a few days, at most a week I hope....aaaaaaand you are staying with Will". He made a lot of hands gestures for each word he pronounced, specially when he mention their brother's part.

Becca had a lot of emotions going around her chest. She was usually very nervous about her brother's job, but the prospect of him going undercover amplified those feelings. Of course he had been undercover in the past, yet this instance held a distinct significance: It marked the first time into such operations since she had moved in to live with him after their father passed away. This added an extra layer of complexity to the situation for both siblings. Besides all that, staying with Will for an entire week? That was torture!

-"Oh. Ok. Well, is Natalie ok with this?" She questioned the plan, somehow looking for a way around.

-"I already talked to Will, who is your brother. I honestly don't care what Natalie thinks".

-"But it's her house too..." Becca had this feeling that Natalie didn't quite like her, especially because of the emotional problems she had been dealing with due to all the changes and recent losses in her life. She was having a hard time dealing with anxiety and depression, and her brothers, mainly Jay, had been very busy taking care of her, rescuing her from her bad days and impulses. Natalie wouldn't like to have her in her house, specially around her baby, that was for sure.

Jay approached to his sister and sat down in the coffe table to be at her same height.

-"Bec...it's all settled. I know this is not your favorite idea in the world...to be honest, it's not mine's eighter, but it's what we have".

The girl took a cushion and put it on her lap to hug it. She unconsciously turn to the other side before speaking out again: "You can always choose not to go".

Jay jumped to the sofa to meet her gaze and gave his sister a warm smile with pity eyes. -"I know". She understood: "It hits different, now that we live under the same roof--I mean, when I was with...dad...". She struggled to mention him. -"...I didn't see you every day, so it didn't bother me, I didn't even noticed if you were gone. But now it makes me realice a lot of things..."

-"I know". Jay continued the idea: "Somehow it is harder for me too. What frustrates me the most is that this is your birthday week". He sighed: "I bet I'll be back in time but if not, we'll double the celebration on any other day, that I promise".

Becca frowned: "I don't really care about my birthday. Just be very careful". She hugged him tight: "Very".

-"I will be". He kissed her hair. "But for now, I got an idea: before I go, movie night and pajama party as you liked when you were little".

Becca smiled: "Yeah, I'd loved that. We used to do that a lot back in the days". It was what Jay used to do to keep her distracted when their mother got ill and started having frequent hospital admissions.

-"Quality time together as siblings, so you won't miss me so much". He teased his sister.

It was the day. Becca packed the last couple of things before going down. She stopped at the frame door of her room looking around to check if she had forgotten something. In the middle of the bed there was a stuffed kitten, the one her mother gave her in her 7th birthday when her greatest wish in life was to have a cat as pet, but they couldn't get one because her father was very allergic to them. That stuffed kitten was the solution to the problem. It was one of the few objects she had from her mom. Becca thought about taking it, but decided to leave it there, afraid she would be mocked about it.

-"Where are you supposed to be going? It's only a week or less, Becc". Jay said when he saw his sister comming into the kitchen carrying so many bags.

-"It's only my school backpack, my daily clothes backpack, some books in this one and my dancing/acting backpack...because Will is taking me to my lessons, isn't he?".

-"Yes, I talked to him about that". But Jay wasn't very convinced of his oldest brother's intentions of doing that. Since he got together with Natalie, hers was the only family that mattered to him. -"He has your schedule and all".

-"Good".

-"Alright. Leave those in the floor and get in the car. I'll make a double check around the house to be sure we're good to leave".

Becca obeyed.

After a few minutes, Jay joined his sister. The kitten was in his hands and he gave it to her as soon as he got into the truck: "Here. You forgot Mr. Snuggles".

She smiled: "I was actually thinking on leaving him here".

-"What are you talking about? You can't even sleep without him!" The detective said as he started driving.

The Halstead siblings entered the 21st from the parking lot. Becca was only carrying her small backpack with books and held Mr. Snuggles in her hands. Jay helped her with the rest of the bags.

-"Well, look at you!" Platt greeted Becca from her usual place in the front desk. -"I heard you are taking a short vacation with your doctor brother".

-"I am. I wish I wasn't, though". The girl said simply.

Detective Halstead was looking around: "Is Will upstairs?"

-"No. Your brother hasn't arrive yet".

-"I told him to be here on time". He muttered in annoyance.

-"Hey, it's still early. Maybe he got cought in traffic or something".

-"Yeah, or somerhing...". He concluded the short conversation and guided his sister to go upstairs.

The Intelligence team was gathered around the board when brother and sister made their appearance. The smile was unanimous when they saw Becca comming in after Jay.

Hank Voight approached a few steps: "Becca! What a surprise!"

-"I wasn't actually supposed to be here, but looks like Will forgot about me". She stated that as something normal.

Hailey raised her sight to check on her boyfriend's reaction, who was eagerly typing on his phone.

-"Well...silver linning: you get to visit us! We haven't seen you in a while". Burgess commented.

Kevin stood up from his place to bump fist with the girl: "That right!".

From the back of the office, Al peeked his head to greet the girl: "Did your brother give you the book I sent?"

-"Yeah! Actually I almost finish reading it. Thank you, Mr. Olinsky".

-"A book?" Adam teased the little girl. -"How old are you? 85?"

Becca laughed and Al was about to say somethig when Jay abruptly interrupted the conversation, not even knowing that they were talking: "Alright, Becc. Will's on his way, he should be here soon". He said with a stern tone. There was no need to be a detective to know he was very upset.

Jay's phone rang, but it wasn't his personal or detective cellphone. He received a message as an undercoverd and muttered something when he read the text.

-"I gotta go, I'm running late for...you know". He pointed to the phone and all the detectives undertood. -"Becc, you'll have to stay here alone for a few minutes. I can't wait for Will with you, I'm sorry". He looked at Voight asking for his approbal with his gaze and the boss nodded.

-"You can take my seat, he'll be here soon".

Becca nodded with sadness, swallowing hard trying to retain her tears. She was mentally prepared for this moment, but now emotions were all over her chest: "Promise to take extra double care..."

-"Becc, I already told you--".

-"Promise me!" She lifted her pinky finger to consolidate the promise and her brother smiled following the game.

-"I promise to take doblue extra care". And when they crossed their fingers, he hugged her tight and sighed before parting: "Ok, gotta go now".

Becca stood there until he disappeared going down the stairs. She felt a soft touch on her shoulder and Hailey's sweet voice invited her to the coffe room.

-"He'll be just fine, nothing to worry about. Your brother is a great cop". The blonde detective reassured the girl, who was pretending to be alright. "Besides, I'll be checking on him". She winked and took a juice out of the fridge to give it to her.

However, despite Becca missing her brother dearly, she didn't feel concerned about him in that way, as she saw Jay as invincible. What truly weighed on her mind was the thought of spending all those days at Will's house. Will had always been distant from her, almost like a stranger she used to call "brother". Only a couple of years ago he had made the decision to return from New York to Chicago, before that, he was constantly on the move, traveling, studying—anywhere except home, even during the time when their mother, who was sick, had passed away.

After a few minutes, Will arrived at the station, where he was greeted by Trudy Platt with a less-than-friendly gesture. "The Doctor's here", she announced striding the entrance to the bullpen, him following her closely.

As soon as he spotted his little sister, Will opened his arms to embrace her: "Hey, Becky!" Becca hated to be called like that, but at least he was trying so she simply rolled her eyes. -"It's been a while". He playfully shook her head, something that also annoyed her quite a bit, a fact that she couldn't help to show with her face.

-"Yeah, I know". She said, slightly moving away from him.

-"What do you have there?" Her brother puffed when he spotted the stuffed animal and took it from her hands: "Aren't you a bit old for these kind of things?" He teased her. Flushed with embarrassment, Becca's face turned a deep shade of red, her thoughts consumed by the realization that now everyone around her would surely take notice of the plush toy.

-"Hey, Beccs!" Noticing the situation, Hailey called her with affection, her voice softening as she spoke directly to her: "You know, I'll be undercover with Jay, not diving in as deep as he will. I'll be in and out, so... if you need anything during these days—anything at all—just give me a call." The detective handed a card to the teen, her eyes warm with reassurance. "And I'll be there as soon as I can, promise."

Becca deep sighed: "I wish I could stay with you better".

They both smiled. Upton opened her mouth to say something, but she was interrupted by the Halstead Brother's voice: "Alright, Becca. I'm sorry, we gotta go. I'm actually in a rush right now".

And so, she departed from Intelligence, from everything that held reminders of Jay—Unsure of how long she would be apart from the few things that made her feel at home.

-"We fixed the guest room for you, it's all yours for these days. You can close the door to have your privacy, but I--I removed the lock from the plate. You can close it, but it will always be open for us--well, for me to come in".

Becca stared at the door, analyzing. She understood where the action was coming from, but couldn't help to compare that Jay had never and would never do that to her.

-"I'll always knock before comming in, don't worry". Her brother smirked, trying to lighten the situation. She forcibly smiled back to him.

There was an unconfortable silence. Both of their minds were going in circles, trying to find something to say.

-"Natalie is in shift right now and Owen is with her grandma, so it's only us for now. If you want to, we could--".

-"I have homework to finish". His sister interrupted, but immediatly regret it: "But, maybe later we could--"

-"Yeah, we could do something. When you finish".

Silence again.

-"Thank you". The teenage girl said before he left the bedroom: "For taking me".

That night she avoided dinner by pretending to be asleep. She heard when Natalie arrived very late at night and sensed the hushed tones exchanged between her brother and his girlfriend when Will mentioned her presence in their home. Becca didn't like the unease that settled within her —she could feel emotions clamoring to escape the confines of her chest, she felt small and insecured. Thoughts and impulses that she had long suppressed began to resurface, intertwining with the tendrils of anxiety that sought to take control of her body. She longed for her familiar room, her comforting bed, her nightly rituals, and above all, she ached for Jay's reassuring presence. She wondered where he was, what he was doing in that exact moment, if he was safe. Her breathing began to agitate and her heart to beat rapidly. She remembered Hailey's card, but it wasn't a real emergency to bother her with a call. She started to sniffle, didn't even try to stop the tears. In her grip, Mr. Snuggles was tightly embraced, his plush form offering some solace amidst the overwhelming feelings; She closed her eyes, if she concentrated hard enough, she could conjure the memory of her mom's scent that lingered faintly within the fibers of the stuffed animal.

The memory of her mother served as a soothing balm for her heart, and she felt a surge of gratitude towards Jay for making her take Mr. Snuggles at the last minute. With her mind slightly cleared, a glimmer of hope emerged: Tomorrow would mark the start of a new week, school and after-school activities would serve as a welcome distraction and would keep her away from Will's house, where she felt less than unwelcomed. She smiled when she remembered her dance lessons, she tought about them with excitement, that would mantein her sane, yeah.

With the scent of her mom still enveloping her, her breathing gradually returned to normal, and her eyelids began to droop, until she finally fall asleep.

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