▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ FRACTURE. ❝ you said you'd be there then you weren't. ❞ ✶ CHARLES LECLERC x FEM!OC ✶ MAX VERSTAPPEN x FEM!OC ✶ 8.04.25 ￫ cover by me ￫ crossposted on ao3 © KHALEESIFY , 2025 « #1 in charlesleclerc ,, 11/12/25 » « #1 in scuderiaferrari ,, 12/24/25 » « #1 in julesbianchi ,, 11/12/25 » « #1 in anthoinehubert ,, 10/06/25 » « #1 in valtteribottas ,, 12/22/25 » « #2 in 16 ,, 11/20/25 » « #3 in valtteribottas ,, 11/20/25 » « #7 in mercedes ,, 9/26/25 » « #7 in landonorris ,, 11/20/25 » « #8 in f1 ,, 11/20/25 » « #8 in maxverstappen ,, 11/20/25 »

𝒮𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑 ✶ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, sabrina gets the opportunity to collect media for F1 and begins falling for their biggest star. ©zaturnszara 2026

"but i keep coming back, like a revolving door say i couldn't want you less, but i just want you more." charles leclerc xfem!oc 2025 f1 season

CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE; elvis presley. real life x social media charles leclerc x fem!oc

Georgia "Gia" Laurent. Resident IT girl of the paddock. Charles Leclerc's girlfriend. She's hot as fucking shit and her hottie boyfriend is obsessed with her (I mean, as he fucking should be?). Standard practice really, do you wanna be her? or be with her? Couldn't tell you. She doesn't really had a job, she just follows her boyfriend around the world, vlogging her days away to her millions of youtube fans, claiming to have a perfect life. "Claiming". Georgia's bored as FUCK. She loves Charles, don't get her wrong, but come on. Monaco is BORING, his fake as fuck friends are BORING and Georgia is scared that she's becoming BORING. Yeah, Gia has the perfect boyfriend, the perfect dog, the perfect face and body. But Gia doesn't really have anything herself. It's all Charles'. "Fuck the tifosi" Gia grunts, "Making my life a fucking living hell."

"I never asked for this." Her voice was steady, but her hands curled into fists in her lap. "Neither did I." His reply was calm, almost bored-but his eyes didn't leave hers. They have the status. The ring. The home. The last name. Everything but Love. They were strangers with rings on their fingers. Bound by names, legacy, and expectations they never agreed to. Emilia Duval didn't want a marriage, and certainly not to the man with too much charm and too little sincerity. Charles Leclerc didn't need a wife who looked at him like he was a contract waiting to be broken. But in a world where image is everything, love is the one thing they never expected to find.

Do you ever think about falling?" Magnolia asked, her voice soft, almost lost in the hum of the city. Charles looked up at her, caught off guard by the question. "Falling?" She glanced out over the Monaco skyline, her eyes distant, as if weighing something heavy. "In ballet, they teach us how to fall before they teach us how to fly." She turned toward him, a quiet intensity in her gaze. "But in racing, you don't get that luxury, do you?" He sighed, holding his coffee a little tighter. "No. In racing, you just hope that when you fall... you survive it." Her lips curled slightly into a knowing, rueful smile. "Maybe that's why we're both so afraid of stopping."

જ⁀➴ ❝ 𝐜all me baby , 𝒊 know you go 𝒉ome to another one ❞ © verstappyn

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