Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

The Legacy | Charles Leclerc

Authors Note: I know I said Max was next but I passionately wrote this story while crying after yesterday's race. Forza Ferrari Sempre!!! Chili was also happy with his result, so I'm a happy girly. ❤️ 

Done in readers POV
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I thought Monza 2019 was the race I'd never forget. I was proven wrong in Monaco in 2024...and today, seeing Charles standing on the highest step amongst all the tifosi...I was proven wrong again. Monza 2024 would be the unforgettable race. The sky was filled with red smoke as the Monegasque anthem played, tears streaming down my face as I loudly sang the words along and watched Charles sing it to himself. 

Even from below the podium, I could see his eyes were glossy, emotion etched into his face. He was trying his best to hold his emotions together, but I knew him better than anyone else. He was one minute away from crying. I still couldn't believe he won it. Watching him struggle to gain pace all weekend, landing in P5 during qualifying...it was surreal to see him standing on P1 today, with one pit stop...It had a been a rocky season and this was just what he needed to feel good again.

I saw him briefly glance down at me, shooting me one of those attempted winks of his, my heart fluttering at all the emotion he was trying to convey. He mouthed 'je t'aime' and in that moment no one else around me mattered. I couldn't wait to hug him, tell him how proud I was of him. He had began loosing faith, not believing he could keep up anymore, but he did it, Charles won the Monza Grand Prix...again.

As the Italian anthem around us had faded, the boys on the podium, with mischievous glints in their eyes, lifted their champagne bottles, popping them the ground...Norris style. Charles immediately turned his bottle towards his team under the podium, spraying them with the remnants of his bottle. Anyone and everyone wanted a piece of Charles after the race.

As he made his way back down from the podium, our eyes locked onto each other and he pushed through the chaotic crowd towards me. I felt my heart ate accelerate as he got closer, all the emotions of the day building up inside of me. He looked beautiful, effortlessly radiating as the sunlight caught his face.

"Mon amour" he breathed, his face still soaked from the champagne spray.

"Mon amour" I responded, my eyes wet from holding back tears. 

His hands instinctively reached for the back of my neck, bringing our lips together in a fiery kiss. I laced my fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, feeling him melt into my touch. I heard tons of cameras flashing, capturing our emotional moment of passion, forever. 

This photo would go right next to the photo of us kissing in Monaco, and eventually next to the photos of championship winning race kisses, moments I'd never forget...moments of our past.

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~For the purposes of this story, Monza is the first race of the season here~

As I turned into the Ferrari garage, I saw him out of the corner of my eye, staring at his race helmet, fingers gripping the sides with an intensity I couldn't explain. His fingers trailed over the JB17 inscription. I furrowed my eyebrows, watching him from afar, worried that he would succumb to the pressures of racing in front of all the tifosi...the pressures of living up to the nickname. 

il eredita. The legacy. 

It had been a long time since the reign of Charles and Carlos had taken place, then Charles and Lewis, then Charles and Oscar. It was time for a new generation to take over and history would be made today.