F1 Rpf - Tumblr Posts
so like, i feel like most people on tumblr do understand fandom culture and the general dos and don’ts but i want to double check — we all know that under no circumstance is it ever and i truly mean ever okay to screenshot a fic or any part of a fic and post it somewhere but especially twitter without expressed consent of the author (i mean i think no fic should ever be posted on twitter ever but)
we all have a duty to protect each other. and if you will not protect fic writers and their space, do not consume fanworks. i’m soooo serious.
but also if you ever have questions about fandom etiquette, lemme know.
Formula 1 RPF, est. since 1992
12 years ago...people used to ship f1 drivers even back then. Take that info as u wish.
jet lagged
night races are fun, huh
Oscar was no longer a backstabber, nor Mark’s revenge, nor an unflappable ice prince, but a teammate eater. Half-man, half-bull. A minotaur. A monster.
eat them alive by @drivestraight
Maybe you guys should read my ao3 stuff! I have five cute little oneshots up there and i’m having writers block rn lmao idek 👍
Uhm yes hello i’m also looking for mutuals and that’s my ao3
Maybe you guys should read my ao3 stuff! I have five cute little oneshots up there and i’m having writers block rn lmao idek 👍
Recent art pieces
(ft my F1 OC who’s in love with George and animal hybrid drivers)
Also, have a mini Carlos :3
He does no wrong :)
Just to be clear I’m a Ferrari fan, so I really hope Charles will stay with the team for a long… loooong time. I just wish Ferrari would wake the hell up and stopped screwing him over, because he really deserves to win the title.
Also I would love to see Charles rebelling a little bit 😂… innocently of course
This is a continuation of this
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I’m like 99% sure I won’t be able to watch the race on Sunday because I have my last exam of the session on Monday 😫
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This is part 3 of my Charles Leclerc social media Au but it can also be a stand alone
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English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes
Feedback is always welcome and appreciated ❤️
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Charles Leclerc // SMAU -Part 4
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I don’t know where I’m going with this seriously. I guess I’ll see what inspiration the next races will give me
English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes
Feedback is always welcome and appreciated ❤️
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THE INVESTIGATION
Summery: They should have seen it coming… Ferrari was going to conduct an internal investigation about some of the races, even though the championship wasn’t even over yet. (This is pure fiction and it probably won’t be accurate, not even a little bit. I am no expert, everything is made up).
Warnings: this is not proofread. Poor English, not even a little bit of accuracy, not very Mattia Binotto friendly
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader
The age of the reader is not specified but in my head she just a little bit older than Charles, like 27-30 years old but that’s just in my head
You were standing there, just staring at the building, trying to breath: you knew that as soon as you were to enter the building you couldn’t be your usual self, you were going to be what was asked of you and most importantly what was needed of you.
You already knew what most of the people inside that building were going to think of you, what they were going to call you, you already knew because it was always the same: they were going to think you were a bitch, the mean lady- or pretentious little girl as some liked to call you for your young age- that was going to ruin their life. As if you were happy when your presence ended in people getting fired.
The building was towering over you in a scaring way, even scarier was thinking what your presence here meant. If you could have chosen you wouldn’t be here, your job wasn’t going to be pretty but you knew someone had to do it and who better than you.
“You’re not gonna believe this, but somehow the press knows already”- James, your assistant, said interrupting your thoughts
You kept your eyes on the building in front of you but hummed so he knew you had heard him
“But you already knew that”- he was looking at you with knowing eyes
“I did”- you said still looking at the building
“You were the one leaking the news, weren’t you?”- he asked, even if he already knew the answer to that
“Yes, it was me”
“Why? We’re gonna lose the element of surprise”- James not always understood your moves, you knew that, as you knew he wasn’t asking to undermine your decision but to understand it better
“We don’t need to surprise them, we need to put some pressure on them”- you took a deep breath and started to walk, your team behind you.
The little bit of fear, you were feeling a moment before, was already gone: you were here to do a job and you were going to nail it like you always did.
(Just to be clear this GIF doesn’t imply that the reader is white, it’s just the only one I found.)
The guard at the front of the building had been eyeing you and your team since you had arrived; you were sure he wasn’t used to new people trying to get in the building unless a tour had been scheduled for the day, and you didn’t think the man had been informed of your arrival.
You tried to wear your most reassuring smile and approached the door
“Buongiorno”- (Good Morning) the guard mirrored your smile
“Buongiorno, scusi il disturbo. È possibile entrare?”- you asked (Good morning and sorry for the trouble. Can we come in?)
“Mi dispiace signora, ma il complesso non è aperto per le visite oggi”- (I’m so sorry madame, but it’s not possible to visite the building today) you could tell the man was actually sorry for you and you sincerely smiled at him. It was always nice to meet kind people during a, what you were sure, was going to be a though day, if not weeks of work.
“Lo so, sono qui per vedere il Signor Binotto, qualcosa mi dice che mi sta aspettando”- (I know, I’m here to see Mr Binotto, I’m sure he’s waiting for me by now) the man looked a little bit startled, confirming your suspension that still very few people knew what was going to happen even if you had leaked the news. Despite his surprise, the guard didn’t hesitate to call the team principal
“Grazie, possiamo aspettare qui?” - you asked getting a positive nod from the man (Thank you, can we wait here?)
You and your team hadn’t been waiting long that Mattia Binotto appeared in the hall
“Salve”- he was smiling but you could see suspicious in his eyes: he couldn’t be sure but he knew who you were
“Hello Mr Binotto, I’m Y/n Y/l/n. I’m sure you have been informed of my arrival”- you said smiling at the man.
“Yeah I was informed this morning”
“Good, so without further ado, I would like to start today by looking at the cars and at the reports of the races you have run until now this year. I’m gonna need to talk with some of your employees, of course I don’t think I’ll be able to do all today but- “ you weren’t looking at the man while talking, too taken by the schedule you had made for yourself and your time on your iPad, so you hadn’t seen the look Binotto was giving you, but you heard the harsh tone with which he stopped your speach
“I don’t know who you think you are but you can’t come here and…”- you were usually a polite person and you didn’t like interrupting people, but you had learned long ago that with some people if you let them squished you once they were gonna do it again and again.
You knew you and Binotto were playing a game to see who had the upper hand right now and you almost wanted to laugh at the man for thinking even for a second you were going to “bow” to him.
“Let me stop you right there dear, I don’t care what you think Mr Binotto. I’m here to do a job and I’m gonna do it with or without your help, but let me give you a piece of advice : when I write my final report you’re gonna want me to say that the team principal was very accommodating and provided all the help we needed during our investigation. Because at the end of this investigation, if my report is not gonna be very positive, it’s possible that some head are gonna fall”- yeah you could be over the top sometimes, but you needed this man to understand the seriousness of the situation and you weren’t sure he had yet.
“Are you threatening ing me? Do you think you’re the first person trying to come for my job?”- Binotto said
“Don’t make me laugh, I don’t want your job or anyone else’s. I love my job, I’m good at it and I love Ferrari, that’s why I was sent here. And just to make myself clear, I’m not threatening you not anyone else. If everyone has done his job as they should have, you have nothing to fear from me; but if something doesn’t add up I’m gonna find out, and I’m gonna vividly recommend to fire who is not performing well and can I tell you a little secret, I have found out that usually when you cut the problem at the top , you have more chance to fix it and progress from there. Now are you gonna show me what I need or do I have to find it for myself?”
“This way, but I’m gonna ask for you to be the only one in the room, there are some confidential information”-Binotto said
“Of course me and my team are gonna be very discreet about it”- you smiled
“Your team? Absolutely not”
“I’m tired already”- you whispered and you could hear your team softly laughing at you- “I’m a very smart woman, but I’m not such a know-all to think I can correctly evaluate everything without my strategist, my engineer, my mechanic and go on. “
“If you need any information you can count on my team to help you, if something is not clear to you”- he was still defying you, but you weren’t scared a minute before and you weren’t going to start now. The little fear you had once felt, disappeared as soon as you entered the building.
“Yeah I’m sure your team would be so eager to show me any possible mistakes. You can whine as much as you want, but I have full access to every inch of this establishment and everything it contain, nothing can go out until my investigation is over, just to be clear . My team has the same access as me and that’s that. If you’re not happy about it, you can complain with your CEO since he’s the one who sent me here. Now I’m done with waisting my time.” - you stopped looking at Binotto all together. You had tried to be nice but you weren’t going to waste any more of your time- “Signor Giovanni vero?”- you said moving your attention to the guard at the front (Mister Giovanni right?)
“Si signora” (yes madam)
“Signor Giovanni, da questo momento fino a quando non sarò io a dirle differentemente, nessun documento può uscire da questo edificio senza la mia autorizzazione. Quindi dovrò chiederle di controllare qualsiasi borsa, qualsiasi zaino, qualsiasi busta in uscita e in ingresso. Se le sto chiedendo troppo, non esiti a farmelo presente e le affiancheremo qualcuno per aiutarla fino a quando non toglierò il disturbo”- (Mr Giovanni, from now on and since I tell you otherwise nothing, not even a blank piece of paper, can leave or enter this building without my authorization. So I’m gonna need you to check every purse, every backpack everything that goes out or in the building.If I’m asking too much of you, please let me know and I’ll be sure to find someone to help you until my job here is done)- you smiled trying to be as reassuring as possible, you weren’t here to make friends but you could try not to make too many enemies at least, beside Mattia Binotto of course. You could feel his eyes burning holes in your head and you almost smirked at him, you didn’t necessarily want to antagonize him but man, did he need to be put in his place.
“Certamente signora, farò quello che chiede”- Giovanni said (of course madam, I’ll do as you ask)
“Oh no, non mi chiami signora la prego o mi farà sentire vecchia. La ringrazio per la sua gentilezza Signor Giovanni, le lascio il numero del mio assistente, non esiti a chiamare per qualsiasi motivo, meglio una domanda in più che una in meno.” (Don’t call me Madam please or I’m gonna feel too old. I really appreciate your kindness Mr Giovanni, I’m gonna leave you my assistant’s number, please call him if you have any questions or need any help)
You smiled once again at the man before looking at your team again
“James please be sure to explain to Mr Giovanni what we need from him and if needed stay with him as long as necessary. Now we are gonna…-“ you stopped to look at the front once again when you felt eyes on you. There at the entrance , there were none other than Carlo Sainz and Charles Leclerc, the Ferrari drivers
“Hello Mr Leclerc, Mr Sainz”- you smiled at the drivers, trying to control your inner fangirl. -“It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Y/n Y/l/n, I’m gonna try my best not to interfere too much with your work, the last think we want is for the drivers to lose their focus. I’m here to make sure you have all the elements to succeed. This being said, I’m gonna leave you to your day, I’m sure we’ll have the time to talk. Have a good day”- You looked one last time at the drivers: Carlos was faintly smiling, it was clear he was unsure how to behave himself but he didn’t want to be rude, if you had to bet he had read the news of the investigation. Your eyes met the other driver’s eyes Charles, and you felt your heartbeat skipping a second, you could almost lose yourself in the green of his eyes.
You looked at his lips and damn it if they didn’t look enticing, you really wanted to know how they felt like, you could only hope he knew how to use those sinful lips, it would be such a shame otherwise.
A smirk appeared on his face and that was enough to clear your mind and let you focus on the task at hand once again.
You took a breath and turned around, you couldn’t lose your focus, even though…. Nope, not going there.
You nodded at your team and started walking like you were the owner of the room like your mother had thought you.
“Let’s go guys , we have work to do”- you looked at Mattia Binotto once again before leaving the room… it was going to be a tough job and you were pretty sure the principal had no intention of helping you.
And as though you didn’t have enough problems already, you needed to make sure to have as little interaction as possible with Charles Leclerc.
I’m just gonna dump this here and run 😂
I don’t know what this is really
English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes
Feedback is always welcome and appreciated 😊
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WIN IT ALL
Summery: You’re Christian Horner’s daughter and the new Ferrari driver... well isn’t that ironic?
Pairing: Charls Leclerc x reader
Warnings: the relationship between Charles and the reader is not the focus. I dont think I’ll write more of this but if I was/will that was where I would aim. Also this story is not that Christian Horner friendly but it’s a fiction guys so NO HATE.
THIS IS NOT PROOF READ AND ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES
You took a deep breath knowing it was imperative for you to stay calm. They weren’t even looking at you yet but you could already feel their eyes on you, scrutinizing you, trying to find any sign of nerve, trying to uncover any weakness of yours so they could exploit it against you.
You almost wanted to turn around and run, leave the room, leave the state even, you wanted to go back to your apartment so you could hide under your comforter and never see them again, so that they could never again look at you like you were some little prey they were ready to destroy.
But you knew you couldn’t, not only becasue you would prove them right, but most of all, if you decided to leave and give up, you would disappoint yourself, you would give up your dream and you had fight too much for it, you had given your all since you were a little girl and you had no intetion to quit.
“Only the weaker quit Y/n”... that’s what your father had always told you and, even though he hadn’t taught you much, that had stuck with you.
So no, you weren’t going to stand up and leave the room, you weren’t going to give up, you weren’t going to give them the satisfaction to say that ‘this wasn’t a woman place after all’. No you had always been strong and you were going to be even stronger now, stronger than their prejudice.
Sure it would be nice to look up and see proud eyes, see someone that had always believed in you but you knew no one was going to be there.
An hand on your arm brought you back from your thoughts, and even if you didn’t need to look to know who it was, it was always nice to look into his eyes, they were comforting in a way you didn’t think your team-mate’s eyes were going to be.
“They are waiting for us, are you ready?”- Charles asked, smiling at you... Uhh his smile, it was even worse... ok better... than his eyes.
“Yap. as I’ll ever be”- you tried to smile but you knew it didn’t reach your eyes.
Charles knew that you were nervous even though you didn’t want to show it, it was your first conference after all, even though you had raced most of your life it was your first time in a formula one conference. Charles didn’t know all your story, no one did, you didn’t like to talk about it: you didn’t want people to pity you and at the same time you knew that, even with your problem, you had been lucky: you had always had a plate of food in front of you, a beautiful and comfortable house, your parents had given you the best educations. They hadn’t been always supportive of your choices but at the end of the day you were lucky and you knew it.
you took a deep breath and tried to prepare yourself: they were going to ask uncomfortable questions and you had promised yourself that you were going to answer to all of them without even a peep otherwise you knew they would say you didn’t want to answer because you were a woman, that you were easily hurt and irritable. Your team had tried to shield you from it for as long as they could, they had put off the news that you were going to drive for them for long as possible, but now was the time.
“Welcome to next year Ferrari drivers Charles Leclerc and Y/n Horner. So we’ll start with Y/n first if that’s ok?”- the journalist said and both you and Charles nodded.
“Well first of all I think congratulation are in order”- the journalist said
“Thank you, I’m very honored to be here, very happy that Ferrari believed in me and decided to make me part of the team”- you smiled
“I have to say that the news came at the very last moment, other drivers were taken into account for Carlos’ seat, why do you think Ferarri decided for you and not someone else, in the end?”- he asked and you really wanted to laugh in his face. It wasn’t the question per se, it was what he wasn’t openly asking but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction
“I think you should ask that question to Mattia, the team principal, but I’ll say that they decided how they and all the other teams have always done: they select their candidates and then decide which one is best for the team, which one can help the team win”- you saw Charles smiling with the corner of your eye. he had that smirk that always made you feel hot, that smirk that said I know what you are doing… and he probably did: you hadn’t wanted to say ‘They chose me because I was the best’ but that was the meaning of your answer and you both knew that.
“So you’ll help your team win this year?”- he asked
“That’s the plan”- you shrugged, what a stupid question.
“So why Ferrari? How come aren’t you driving for RedBull? I mean it’s not a secret you are the daugher of Christian Horner”- you could see Charles was looking at you side way to make sure you were ok even though the questions were becoming more personal, but you gently nudge his foot with yours trying to convey you were ok.
“Ferrari is an amazing team, it’s well know they have had some bad years but they’ve come back on top in the last year, they’re still working on it and I can only be honored they believed in me. And frankly I’ve never been approach by RedBull”
“why not? I mean wouldn’t have been easier for you to drive for your father’s team?”- and this time you laughed for real.
“Seriously? We both know that it would have probably been harder for me, and if that had happened, now you would be asking me if I had had the spot only because I am my father’s daughter”- you could see no one was expecting such honesty from you, but you didn’t care
“So this is why you weren’t approached by RedBull? your father didn’t want to make things more difficult for you?”- it was clear that the interviewer was like a dog with a bone and he wasn’t going to stop until nothing was left
“Not at all, we all know that Christian Horner, as team principal, only care about what’s best for the team, as he should. So if he had thought I was the best choice for the team he wouldn’t have care what was going to be easier or harder for me”- whisper were filling the room but you still hold your head high
“Does your father think you deserve this seat in formula one?”
You could see Charles was ready to stand up for you but you stopped him once again. it was nice of him, it really was, it only proved how nice of a person he was, and that he cared about you but the last thing you needed was to show that you needed a man to protect you.
“I don’t know what my father think, you should ask him that. But you know, you can always tell me if he answers”- you smiled knowing that you hadn’t fallen into the interviewer trap. You answer was diplomatic and put your father in the corner and not you. You had been honest since the beginning of the conference so they would have never guessed you had lied at the last question because you perfectly knew what your father thought .
When you were young and had asked your father if you could race in the go-cart he hadn’t even needed to think about it and he had told you ‘yes’, he had always told you were going to be a F1 driver, the first woman in F1 in years and you had seen the pride in his eyes when he had said that. He had supported you for years until he had seen that there were kid of your same age more talented than you and he was right, you knew he was. You had seen his excitement fade away year after year, until the talk about you changing path, changing your dream had started. But you had always been a stubborn person and while your father’s belief in you subsided, your desire to chase your dream and prove everyone wrong only had grown stronger. Since then your relationship with your father had become stranded: he still had come to most of your races, when he had time, but most of the time his eyes weren’t on you but on the other kids, the more talented ones, the one he was eyeing for his team already, the one who was going to become his golden child.
You had started working harder than anyone then, just to see that look of pride on your father eyes again but it never came; and when he had decided to stop paying to help your career, you had found a job that helped you pay everything for yourself and tried your best to find your own sponsors. Your mother had helped you a little, you didn’t know if she had actually believed in your dream, but what you knew for sure was that she wanted to keep the peace in the family, and in particulat between you and your father. That was why you had moved out of the house as soon as you had been 18.
Your career in F3 and F2 hadn’t been the easiest, you had had your ups and downs, racing against your father’s future golden child for years had made things harder, but you had done it and in the end you had done it alone.
So yeah you knew what your father thought but you weren’t going to give anyone more ammos against you.
you almost didn’t noticed that the interview had come to an end, Charles’s questions had been more intersting than yours but they had tried a few shot with him too.
“Are you ok?”- Charles asked once you were alone
“I’m fine”- you shrugged
“They shouldn’t have asked those questions, in particulare the one about your father, it wasn’t fair”
“Life is not always fair, but it will be worst once my father answer”- you could feel your eyes burning with tears but you tried to stay strong
“He’s proud of you, I mean he has to be, how could he not? you are amazing”
“He is not”
“Y/n”- he wanted to comfort you, you knew that but you also knew better
“Believe me he isn’t ”
“Well fuck him...”- and you laghed... and laughed and for the first time since the day had started it was an honest laugh
“FUCK CHRISTIAN HORNER!”- Charles screamed making you laugh even harder
“Oh my god, stop before someone hears you”- you could see he was going to scream again just to see you laugh longer, so you covered his lips with your hand, the last thing you wanted was for Charles to get into trouble because of you.
Charles moved your hand from his lips, gently squeezing it
“i mean it fuck him and everyone else who doesn’t belive you earned your place here. We are gonna prove them wrong, we’re gonna win all, ok y/n? We’re gonna win the world constructor championship, and one of us is gonna be the world champion. We are gonna take it all ok?” Charles said, his hands still holding yours
“We are gonna take it all”- you smiled at him until a splash of blu came into your line of sight: your father had just entered the room. You look at him for a second, still waiting, hoping for something from him but when nothing came, you turn around and with Charles went back to Ferrari hospitality
FUCK HIM! YOU WERE GONNA WIN IT ALL
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