Charles Leclerc Scenarios/Imagines

Breakdown

This is one of my tiktok scenarios! You work in Ferrari and you and Charles are in a secret relationship. This is inspired by the crash at the French Grand Prix in 2022, but obviously I've changed a lot of things.

*includes swearing* 

Y/N's Pov:

I watch as the bright red Ferrari slides off the track at turn 11, my heart sinking deeper into my chest as the car slams into the barriers head-on, dropping from p-1 to last, and out of the race. Clouds of dust fill the air and debris from the track walls fly out, scattering all over the place. Not only did Charles crash at the last track, but that now means that Max will have overtaken him in the championship. I slam my hand on the table and walk out in a hurry, grabbing my hat and jacket and heading into the pit wall. I watch as the team try to get hold of Charles, asking him if he's okay and what happened, you know, all the usual questions, when I hear a cry of frustration, disappointment and sadness echo out of the headphones.

Charles Pov:

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs, banging my head back against the seat. "No no no no no no..." This can't be happening. I sigh, taking in what just happened and what this means. "Fucking piece of shit". Reluctantly, my hands reach for the sides of the car that are now covered in scratches and dents from the pieces of debris. I push myself upwards, climbing out of the cockpit in exasperation and start walking off down the side of the track, unable to wait for the car to take me back to the pits. My head shakes in annoyance, outraged by the situation and I clench my fists, punching the emptiness of the air. 

There's no way I'm talking to anyone that's not her. My legs ache as I run towards the line of fans, journalists, videographers, interviewers, everyone. Helmet in hands I barge past everyone and anyone who comes near me, refusing to look up and out of breath.

"Charles!" "Hey Charles" "Leclerc!" Make. It. Stop. I feel like I'm going to loose my mind any second, and I don't want that to be all over social media, but the energy to smile is disappearing at every heart beat. Some people get shoved out of the way, which is not my fault because I'm clearly not in the mood for any of this. Dicks. A few microphones appear in front of my face as I approach the pits, a rush of red gathering in front of me.

I scan the group of people looking for her, but everyone looks the same. Mattia approaches me suddenly looking awfully mad, just perfect. Rolling my eyes, the words "Fuck off" escape out of my mouth in a slightly rude manner, which he obviously doesn't look happy about, but I'm done caring. I just need her.

Y/N's Pov:

I know I have to find him before Mattia does, because that won't end well for either of them. Shit. I see the back of Mattia's head and an all too familiar face standing directly opposite him, looking pissed as hell. Without a second thought, I start running towards them, luckily he's barged past him now so I doubt there was actually a two-way conversation between them. Am I really about to do this?

"Charles!" I yell, drawing many eyes towards me, but only 1 pair that I actually care about. Tears start clouding his eyes and his face is red and sweaty, marks from his helmet running across his nose and cheeks and his brown hair all ruffled up. I jog the last few steps left towards him, spreading out my arms ready to catch him because I seriously think he's about to pass out.

My arms wrap around him tightly, his head hitting my chest. Breakdown. His legs give in below us and he crashes into me, collapsing in sobs to the floor. I hold him tightly, kissing his forehead and comforting him, not caring about all the commotion and chaos happening around us, but what if he does? I hold him close to me, running one of my hands up and down his back whilst the other holds the back of his head that's pressed up against me, his soft hair rubbing against my finger tips. I can feel the warmth of his breath, his heart beating like crazy, his body trembling. 

People watch around us as Charles continues to break down in my arms, including some of the other drivers. Cameras start appearing around us, do these arseholes seriously want to take pictures of this?! I bury my head in the gap between Charles' shoulder and neck, placing a soft kiss on the top of his collar bone whilst running my fingers through his strands of hair.

"Char, the cameras" I whisper into his shoulder, holding him tighter. 

He replies in a choked up mumble keeping his head down. "I don't fucking care anymore" his tears start soaking through my shirt, sticking the material to my skin. His head lifts and our eyes lock, his gaze fixed on mine. "I only need you".

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Authors Note:

Thank you guys so much for reading, this is my first ever one shoot so I hope you enjoyed it and its not too bad. If you have any suggestions for this scenario or any other scenarios please let me know because I'd love to include them!

-Char