Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Devil In Red Part 1 | Charles Leclerc

Authors Note: All angst and no fluff, this is your warning hehe

Done in reader POV. 

Part 1 of 2.
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I was all smiles walking around the paddock. I loved the Silverstone Grand Prix so much, not only because I loved everything about the UK culture, but because it was the most beautiful time of year. A slight breeze, amazing tea, delicious food...what was more perfect? It was also my best friend's home race and I was super excited for him.

It had almost been a year since I was hired as a reporter for SkySports. I was living my dream while getting to see my childhood friends live theirs. George and Lando had been such a huge part of my life, partly the reason I had gotten into F1 reporting. Safe to say, I loved my job, even if it meant I had to work with drivers I didn't like so much.

As I was galavanting around trying to find George to annoy him before his media duties, I spotted the devil incarnate walking past the Mercedes motorhome, clad in black Raybans and his Ferrari team hoodie. Why is the devil always in red? Quite fitting if you ask me. I turned my head away, not wanting to make eye contact with him. 

Charles Leclerc was the bane of my existence. I had known him from back in the day when George would kart with him. We was always a friendly and outgoing person and at one point I had considered us friends. When he joined Ferrari back in 2019, something in him shifted. He became a womanizer, a heartless prick who used women and was an asshole about it. Everyone thought he was Ferrari's Golden Boy, but real ones knew the true Charles...I was curious which model he'd have on his arm this weekend. 

"Well hello there, cherie. Fancy seeing you here."

I rolled my eyes, walking past him without entertaining his comment. I hated when he used pet names I never asked to be called.

"LOVE the outfit. I had no idea you knew how to properly dress...considering you dress like  a grandma every other race."

"Fuck you Leclerc!!"

"I'm sure you want to fuck me...everyone does." 

This motherfucker. He was right, but the assumption was rude as hell. I scoffed and turned my head away from him, refusing to give him a second look. "Hey by the way Olivia...you should specifically wear that skirt more often, it makes it seem like you actually have a decent ass."

My blood was boiling. I hated him, I hated Charles Leclerc. "Yeah well you should wear that Ferrari polo more often before they fire your DNF'ing ASS."

Charles jaw dropped and I felt satisfied with my comeback. I merrily skipped towards the reports offices, thinking that I would see George later instead. I was too annoyed to see anyone else for a bit. I wasn't going to let Charles ruin my day or this race weekend.

As I placed my bags down and went to make a coffee from the kitchen's machine, Lissie walked in with a grim look on her face. 

"Have you seen your media assignments for this weekend?"

"No, but I'm assuming you did with that look on your face."

"Ehehe, I'm happy with mine but...you should look at yours."

She passed me the roster for the entire weekends media duties per team member. I glanced down to my name and huffed. Why the fuck was I assigned to Ferrari and Aston all weekend? I was specifically more enraged by the Ferrari aspect. Carlos and I got along well, but that meant I would have to deal with Charles intimately. 

There were four large tasks I had with Ferrari and the first one was today, after their press conferences. It was a C2 challenge up first, one that would be about getting to know your teammate better. Great, I thought to myself.