#monaco gp

The accuracy was unsettling.

At first, it was just Y/Ns dumb blogs about F1 predictions. She'd post, get some basic likes (mostly her friends), giggle when she got something right.

Until it became serious, because everything she posted became true almost instantly. "Max will DNF in Australia" she wrote, and he did indeed.

Next race, "Red Bull will have a 1-2", sure not a SUPER prediction, but it became true.

Next one, "Nico Hulkenberg will come P10", and there he was in the chinese GP: In P10.

It was by the Miami GP that she blew up online when she correctly predicted Lando Norris would take his first win, that wasn't exactly a probability guess.

It gathered fans of course, if someone could be this accurate surely it meant something. Either her luck was huge or she was one damn good fortune teller. By mid season people were looking forward to her posts, they felt a pit in their stomach when she said their driver would DNF, others felt the sun shine brighter when she poster that their driver would make the podium that weekend.

To her really it was a streak of luck waiting to end, she wasn't going deep into research, wasn't observing mechanics or making money out of it. She just had a feeling, posted anything she thought was right, and giggled when it became true.

When race 8 of the calendar hit: Monaco, things took a shift though.

She had been posting more than normal, about updates, drivers, fp1, qualy. And eventually, she made a single take that sent her fans into overdrive:

"Charles Leclerc will DNF in Monaco, collision with Lewis Hamilton, lap 32."

If you were any slight fan of Formula 1 you'd know Leclerc had a huge bad streak on his home Grand Prix. With crashes, failed pit stops, rain, and general lack of luck. The comments were many on that single post.

"Girl, DELETE THISSS" "don't let ferrari see this" "FYM he'll DNF" "Easy shot, he always does bad in monaco." "NOOOOOO" "If he does I fear he might retire" "fearing lap 32 all time now wdym" "if I catch you on the streets ur done"

Now listen, Charles didn't like to be supersticious. But when Carlos send him that post saying "Mate you're crashing.", he did feel a bit..panicked.

He already had every single factor against him, and now the (apparent) best predictions blog on the internet was making comments like these? He went up on the posts all night, comparing the results to the predictions, finding 90% of the time she was right or every nearly right. He tried not to think about it, tried to play it cool, sent back a "lmao" to Sainz, but sleep never came.

In a bout of anxiety, he opened tumblr, created a fake account, found her blog once again and sent her one very ominous message:

"Delete that." Y/N stared at the notification, wouldn't be the first time a fan sent her something like that. People grew desperate, and some weirdos took it to heart. She replied, like she often did.

"Someone felt that, lol" She began, and sent a second one "Chill, sometimes I'm wrong."

"No you don't understand. Delete that right now and post that I'm gonna win."

"I'm?" Y/n thought with discomfort. It couldn't be, Leclerc didn't waste his time messaging people on the internet, did he?

She didn't reply then, figuring it was some creep with a god complex trying to scare her off, she just put her phone down and went to sleep.

Now imagine her shock when, watching Saturday's interviews, the following video popped up to her: It was Charles being interview in the media pen.

"Charles, do you find yourself being superstitious about Monaco with your repeated bad results over the years?" The female interviwer asked, she was out of view, only her microphone appeared as she pointed it at Leclerc.

His eyebrows shot up and he nervously laughed. "I do, much more than I'd want to admit. In fact--" He continued "Yesterday I sent a message to a blog that said I was going to crash, I really need her to delete that by the way."

Her hands were frozen in position, he couldn't mean her-- well of course it was her! Who else could it be?! Her fingers moved at lightening speed and in seconds, the dumb post was out of the air, she quickly retyped something new:

"Charles Leclerc will win the Monaco Grand Prix." and hit post ASAP.

Her inbox was full of people laughing at her for changing her opinion, others were happy that she did. But she couldn't stop thinking about him: The way he had actually messaged her, the way he had demanded it, how much her comments affected a driver!

Her phone buzzed so much she picked it up to silence it-- she couldn't handle the incessant messages, texts, likes and comments coming trough. Just as she was about to put her device down, her eyes caught on a notification, the same account from yesterday that now she figured it was Charles'

"Thank you" He wrote "You don't know how much it helps me."

When the initial wave of "CHARLES LECLERC TEXTED ME" passed, she called all of her friends, printed the chat a million times, kicked her legs like a damn schoolgirl, twirled her hair and shrieked.

During the race on Sunday she clenched her fists harder than anyone else, everytime someone got too close to Charles (SPECIALLY Lewis) her heart would beat faster and she felt like fainting. Every lap, every second felt like hours to the end. And when the sky sports commentator began his final speech as Charles approached the finish line? Tears were mandatory. It was an absolute historical moment to witness, for all involved. She clapped, yelled, bawled, got a bit red when Leclerc mentioned "Even the people online who helped me" in his winning speech, thinking maybe he had spared a thought to her.

That was it though, wasn't it? She closed Monaco as "that one very weird and particular time a driver contacted me."

She kept working, chuckling whenever it sprung to mind, Leclerc was back at being a far away celebrity.

Until he texted again.

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