welcome to the land down under. home to the poisonous snakes and many creepy crawlies. piping hot tea has been spilt, its brown liquid staining everything it touches. can yn wash the stain away or has become part of who she is ?
a/n: this is a work of fiction. i do not encourage this behaviour. also i apologise for the google translate french and spanish. please ignore the typos, i will edit them soon.
meanwhile on twitter .....
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ynusername im speechless. i have no idea what race i have just watched 😭😭😭
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scuderiapedrogaseoso i hope pierre is okay !!
yngaslyfans that race was a nightmare but you are still slaying in the paddock
gaslyfc can’t believe i woke up for this race !! all my guys are out 😫😭
formula1girls can we take a moment to appreciate the content provided by yn. girl gave us so many bts to cure our broken heats 💔🥺
formulauno her and danny ric !! we need more of them !!!
spicychilli i mean can we appreciate her and carlos too!!
piastrigirls miss gurl giving love to all the boys!! she and oscar is an unexpected duo. 🧡
oscarpiastri matey you need to learn how to send the photos 😐
yngasly i’ll send it now ! i promise 🤞🏼
oscarpiastri ill believe when i get it 😑
mickschumacher you post all this but not you surfing 🤔
yngasly you promised not to talk about it 🥺
mickschumacher just you wait till your birthday 😁
yngasly thats a threat !!! @pierregasly micky is threatening me with the surf pics 😠
pierregasly @mickschumacher i have more embarrassing ones, i will bring them to the next race for you 😝
yngasly HEY!!!! STOPPP
mickschumacher thats awesome! cant wait!!
pierregasly what are big bros for ❤️
f1fans i like how she is ignoring the obvious! why haven’t you acknowledged the tweets yet!!!!
username7 girl you already did all the shit why are you scared to admit it ?
yngaslyfc omg i made it! You made my year! can't believe I got to meet you.
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f1tea Pierre arrived in the paddock at 8.30am this morning. Melbourne walk was booming with fans having 1 last chance to get their merch signed by their favourite racers.
In non-driver news, the Gasly Princess - Yn Gasly arrived to the paddock at 9.00am alongside Joris Trouche and Charles Leclerc. As they walked through the Melbourne Walk, loud jeering and boos could be heard from the fans. Many were telling her to stay away from Formula 1 and its drivers.
Upon hearing the jeering and boos, Charles Leclerc alongside other drivers Alex Albon, George Russell and Lando Norris who were present at Melbourne Walk proceeded to try and defend their friend yn however their efforts were not enough.
Joris Trouche then took Yn tight in his grip and entered the paddock quick. Sources from inside the paddock say that Yn was in tears and Joris proceeded to walk with her to the Alpine Motorhome. Throughout the Race Day, Yn was not seen as much in the paddock.
What are your thoughts ? Does Yn deserve the backing of the drivers? Let me know in the comments
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f1fans She had this coming.
username8 hate to break it to you but after what she did, how could they not boo her.
username7 she is a bad influence in the paddock. she should be removed.
lordperceval Yall HAVE TO STOP !! this is cyber bullying.
chillichicas i agree! she doesn’t deserve this. yall dont have to like her but at least acknowledge she is human too
spicylovers she isnt your human punching bag
quadrantmania for petes sake. she is just a kid trying to support her big brother at races and yall are coming at her like she committed a huge crime.
landounited lando should ditch her! he doesnt need friends like her
landino and who are you to decide who lando can be friends with
pedromyman what she did was to herself. It does not affect anyone of yall. You dont like it, dont follow her. I for one do not want her to disappear from the paddock again.
vroomvroom why are the drivers even trying to defend her. im sure their teams will not support it.
estiebestie she should just leave. she is not that important anyways.
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yngasly i thought i would come here and address the information circulating online about me.
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pierregasly ❤️❤️❤️
charles_leclerc Ma petite sœur toujours ❤️ (translation: My little sister always)
lancestroll always gonna be here for you 💚
isahernaez ¡Mi mejor amigo! Estoy muy orgulloso de lo lejos que has llegado. ¡Siempre estaré aquí para ti! Te quiero. ❤️ (translation: My best friend! I am very proud of how far you have come. I will always be here for you! I love you.)
chloestroll love you baby ❤️
landonorris you can try to get rid of me but you will fail 🙃🧡
yngaslyfans i may not know you personally but im always gonna stand up for you. we all make mistakes in life. its what we do after that- the learning from it that matters the most.
paulgasly ❤️
arthur_leclerc Si heureux que tu sois de retour ! Tu m'as toujours eu ! ❤️ (translation: So happy that you're back! You will always have me!)
carlossainz55 Estoy muy feliz de llamarte mi familia ❤️ (translation: I'm very happy to call you my family)
estebanocon so proud of you 😃
alpinef1team we are proud of you Yn ! you will always have our love and support 💙💙💙
scuderiaferrari one of the strong ones ❤️
lewishamilton so proud of you kid! like i told you in the paddock “dont let the noise discourage you. they dont know who you really are!” ❤️
fernandoalo_official my kid 💚
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pierregasly Yn Julianna Gasly. My relationship with my baby sister is one of the most important in my life.
From all the pizza parties to celebrate karting wins and her football school team wins, to fighting over the PS3 controllers, to not talking to each other for months, we have gone through it all.
Yn has always been on my side through the thick and thin. At every race she be at the garage or along the fence cheering me on! (charles and anthoine too but thats beside the point) Good day or Bad Day she always made sure she was there for me. She even ditched playdates to travel with Maman to watch me race.
Anthoine’s Passing affected all of us differently. We handled our grieve separately. My biggest regret was pushing Yn away forgetting that she too was grieving the lost of her bestfriend. When I look back, i feel that the road she went down was partly my fault. But with an immense amount of help for her and the family, we got through it together. I hated that my sister was barely with us for those 4 months. But at that time i thought that was best. Looking back, I should have done more. But mistakes were made. Like I told Yn, “Mistakes are OKAY only if they happen once and you learn, and dont repeat it again.”
My sister made a mistake. It is something she cannot ignore. It happened. But she learned from it. We learned from it. Her past does not define who she is now. My Sister is my number 1 Supporter. She is my Person, My Best Friend, My Twin. What has been said online the past few weeks about her the jeering when she is out in public is simply unacceptable. It has to stop. Losing someone you love can make you do incredibly stupid things. But I know my sister, those 4 months was not her.
So please I am hoping that you can understand. The mistakes my sister made in the past is not who she was or is now. Please stop circulating the pictures and videos.
In which you keep making the same mistake over and over again by fucking the boy you hate the most.
INTO IT (finished) ; part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight / part nine / part ten / part eleven
In which you really, really dislike your brothers new found best friend - Lando Norris - but you keep finding your way back to him
FWB (finished) ; part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight / part nine / part ten / part eleven
In which you decide to become friends with benefits with Lando Norris, that can't be a bad idea right?
THE SISTER (finished) ; part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight / part nine / part ten
In which your the little sister of Max Verstappen and you meet Lando Norris, who quickly turns in to one of your best friends. But there's a thin line between friends & lovers.
BREAKING THE RULES (finished) ; part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven
In which Lando is your brothers rival during the championship, but you can't seem to stay away from him
GOLF (finished) ; part one / part two
In which Lando discovers his jealousy for you while a friendly round of golf.
✨ One shots ✨
Date ; in which Lando needs an awful push from his friends to finally ask you out
Afterparty ; in which you and Lando are oblivious idiots & you go to the afterparty with someone else after Lando told you it was no big deal, spoiler: it was a big deal
Little game ; in which you and Lando are fighting, so you decide to test his feelings for you with a little game
Word Count: 7,465 Demetri x Swan reader Oneshot - Warnings: Fluff, NSFW
Summary: Demetri was in Seattle alone tracking a lone vampire when things take an unexpected turn. Y/N Swan is also in Seattle and comes to the rescue of a certain vampire. Y/N is housesitting for the Cullens whilst they are on vacation and they get a surprise when they return home…
Demetri was in Seattle alone tracking a lone vampire, it should have been an easy job but he was caught off guard when another vampire came out of nowhere and he found himself outnumbered and as a result injured and in need of help. He was wounded and slumped against a wall in an alley trying to get his bearings, when he saw her – ‘Bella’ he thought to himself and called out to her “Bella” The girl kept walking so he tried again a little louder “Bella…Bella Swan” The girl stopped and walked back a step to peer down the alley “Bella?” It came out as a question but he noticed something was wrong as she got closer; ‘Bella’ had a heartbeat, ‘that can’t be…Bella’s immortal’ It took a moment for him to realise the girl standing in front of him wasn’t Bella and although she looked like Bella, this girl was human.
“Are you ok?” She asked concerned “Not really” He replied, voice sounding raspy. She noticed the ‘V’ necklace around his neck and took a deep breath “I’m Y/N. Y/N Swan” She offered with a smile “Demetri. Demetri Volturi” He gave her a small smile in return “That explains how you know my sister” She murmured, thinking for a moment before she asked “Do you want a ride?” He nodded “That would be…appreciated.” He pushed himself off the wall and moved towards her slowly, she lifted his uninjured arm to lay around her shoulders and wrapped one of hers around his back “I’ll help you get to my car the best I can” “Thank you” He said low and tried not to rest all of his weight on her.
Summary: There was some kind of chemistry since you met right after you were promoted to be his comms officer but both of you seemed blind to realise you were in love with each other.
Warnings: Fluffy, soft Charles bit of self-doubt, some mental health struggling moments.
Authors Note: I've been struggling mentally a lot recently and writing this gave me something to do and get distracted. So, yeah, sorry for the length.
It's not edited and English isn't my first language so be nice, please :)
Feedback would be appreciated ☺️
Enjoy! ♥
Masterlist
"Ok, so we have completed all the preparations for the Season Launch on Feb 14th?" Your boss Sofia looked at your nodding faces. There wasn't much winter break left for most of the people here. While the drivers were enjoying their time off, in the background things were going full speed towards the new season.
"Great. I'm glad to hear that. I'd like to thank Y/N first and foremost. For only being part of our team for a couple of weeks, you've really stepped up to the plate and done more than we'd normally expect from a new member." That put a smile on your face.
In the middle of last year, you had started to feel insanely limited in your life. Your friends had started to exclude you from the group and when you finally had a bachelor's degree, one thing was clear to you: you had to get out of your current life.
You didn't quite know what you wanted to do but it was clear that you couldn't take it any longer. It feels as if bit by bit, the air to breathe was being taken away from you.
Without telling anyone, you went to stay with a friend in Italy near Verona. You had met her during your studies. A program enabled her to study at a foreign university for a year and she had chosen yours.
The last semester, when she had gone back home, felt like pure hell for you. But in the end, you passed the last semester and your Bachelor's thesis.
She was the one who convinced you to blindly apply to different companies in Italy. And so it happened that at the beginning of December you were sitting in the office of your current boss Sofia and were allowed to introduce yourself to the communications team of the Ferrari Formula 1 team.
You hit it off with Sofia right from the start. She could totally understand your feelings, as she had also started her career for similar reasons.
So it happened that you had your first working day in Maranello just three weeks later. However, the wasn’t much time to play around. The communications team was already in the middle of preparing for the team's launch in mid-February.
But you'd be lying if you said that challenges didn't push you even further. That's why you were even more pleased that Sofia thought it was necessary to mention your outstanding performance in front of the whole team.
"Maybe you have already noticed, but Carolina will not be able to travel with us to the races this season, as she is entering her 6th month of pregnancy in time for the first race and has been advised by her doctor to slow down. After consultation with our new team manager Frederic Vasseur, I have therefore decided that Y/N will take over Carolina's job and travel with us this season."
You hadn't expected that. The others around you clapped and congratulated you on your promotion. Until then, it was actually planned that you would take part in the races from Maranello or from the home office. But of course you wouldn't say no to such an offer.
"If you would please come to my office after our meeting to discuss the details, that would be great." Sofia smiled at you again before she continued with the meeting and said a few words about the launch that was coming up. For you, the rest of the meeting flew by.
You tried to listen as best as you could but your thoughts kept drifting to the new challenge that suddenly presented itself.
"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it before. But I thought it would certainly do you good if you could explore the world this year at the company's expense." She winked at you at the last part of her sentence. But there was no need for her to apologise.
"I'm grateful for the opportunity, really!" Sofia nodded and then looked at her watch. At exactly the same moment there was a knock on the door and the next moment he was standing in front of you.
You knew that one day you would meet the drivers, but at that moment you just didn't expect it. With slightly tousled hair and a little bit of a beard, the young man stood next to your chair and hugged Sofia before turning to you and looking into your eyes.
For a moment your breath stopped and you had to muster all the strength you had left to lift your hand and shake his outstretched one. He sat down next to you in the second chair that was in front of Sofia's table.
"Well then, we can get started. Charles you've probably heard that your press officer is pregnant and can't travel with us once the races start again." Charles nodded and followed Sofia's words carefully.
You, on the other hand, had a hard time concentrating because you knew what Sofia was going to say next and you had to prepare your body not to freak out when Sofia said the words you expected her to say.
"Y/N here will take over for her." Every weekend at Charles' side? You somehow couldn't quite believe that this was suddenly your life. Just working in the same company and team as him was like a dream. Getting to spend time with him felt surreal.
"It's a bit of a different job than what she's been doing for the last few weeks but I think she'll find her way around quickly and you can give her a hand." You looked at Sofia and nodded. You didn't want to say anything out of fear that your voice would crack from the excitement.
"Great, well then I'd say you can start right away. I've emailed you Charles' plan for today. There are the usual things, a few videos to be filmed, interviews, and the photo shoot with the new race suits and team kits. You'll have a lot to do over the next few days."
You said goodbye to Sofia and thanked her. Charles followed you out of her office and then stopped beside you, looking at you expectantly. After a few seconds of silence, Charles put on his best grin.
"I have no idea what's on the schedule. I just got here before the meeting." Oh, right. You were in charge of him now.
"Right, sorry. I'm not used to this. I've just been taking work orders until now." Charles smiled at you and then watched you open the email on your phone. He thought it was a cute that you were still a bit confused and he was looking forward to showing you a bit of what the job as a press officer for a driver was all about. Although he was aware that you were certainly not a fool and would take things into your own hands as soon as you got over the initial shock of the promotion.
"We'll get you the new kit for the season first and then you'll film some videos in the studio downstairs on your own and with Carlos." Charles nodded and gave you a thumbs up. It pleased you that he was so motivated to work.
"Great, let's get started then."
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"Perfect. Thanks that's it for today. Tomorrow we'll do the photo shoot with the new kit and race suits." Graziano, with whom you and Charles had spent the last four hours filming countless videos, turned to you.
"Whatever you do that he is so motivated please keep it up. I don't think I've ever seen him so eager in my videos." You looked from Graziano to Charles who got up from the sofa in front of the camera and made his way over to you. Of course you had no idea what Charles work ethic was like last season, as it was only your first time at his side but you did nothing specific to motivate him.
The day went by by itself. No matter where you had to go next or what Charles had been told he was immediately there and delivered in front of the camera. You honestly thought it was always like this and already had hopes that your job would always be this relaxed in the future.
"Ok, what do we do next?" Charles was suddenly standing in front of you and Graziano had said goodbye. He looked at you eagerly. But then suddenly something seemed to change and his features relaxed a little and you could see under his façade that Charles was already quite tired. Until now, he had done a great job of hiding it.
But Charles wanted to make a good impression in front of you. As much as he liked working with Carolina but from the moment he saw you there was a strange voice in his head that almost drove him crazy telling him to be on his best behaviour.
When he watched you between the videos, communicating with the others in the team and engrossed in conversation, he got excited to spend more time with you and every time you laughed his heart leapt. He didn't even want to think about how he felt when you looked at him or how your grin lit up his whole world.
Like in that moment when he stepped in front of you, hoping on the one hand that that was the last item on the agenda for the day, but on the other hand praying inside that there was still something to do because he wanted to spend more time with you.
When he saw your gaze on him, which was a little confused, he realised that he might have put on too much of a good show and should perhaps tone it down a bit.
It was only then that Charles realised how knackered he was from the day even though he hadn't done much except stand in front of the camera.
"Well, I don't know what your plan is, but I'm going home now." With a breath leaving Charles' body, his shoulders slumped a little and his tiredness was now written all over his face.
"I know it's been a long day. But you did a super job." When you put your hand on his shoulder he flinched a little bit so you pulled it away again, thinking that for the first day working with him it might be too much closeness for him, which you could understand but still there was this tiny little tug in your chest.
How you would like to just run your hand through his hair and then pull him into a big fat hug. Maybe someday, you thought to yourself. Maybe at some point you were close enough, at least on a friendly level, that you could do that. But after a day in which you hadn't even really talked to each other much, it wasn't appropriate yet.
"Get a good night's sleep and I'll see you all fresh in the morning." Charles looked up and straight into your eyes. He nodded slightly and then smiled shyly.
Without a word he walked beside you to your office. There he had changed in the morning after getting his new kit for her season.
"How are you getting home, can I maybe give you a lift and drop you off somewhere?" You both took your bags and stuff from your office, which you shared with two others from your team but they went home a long time ago.
"No thanks, I'm here by car myself. I don't live in Maranello." Charles tilted his head a little in surprise and looked at you in wonder.
"Oh, do you live in Modena?" You shook your head again and closed the door behind you and Charles as you made your way to the exit.
"No, I stay with a friend since I moved to Italy. She lives near Verona. So far I don't mind driving close to an hour here every day so why move?" Out of the corner of your eye you saw Charles' reaction. He looked at you with wide eyes, but then turned his gaze forward as you walked down the stairs.
"Wow. I mean sure Verona is definitely a bit more exciting than Maranello or Modena but that's a long way to travel every day." You nodded. He was right, of course. And actually the plan was to move closer if it turned out that you liked the job.
"Well, the way I see it, if I had to come here every day for the whole year, that's a lot of course, so I was thinking of moving here but now it's changed a bit. If I travel around the world with you and the team anyway and spend little time at home or hardly have to go to the office and can do my work from home, why should I rent an expensive flat when it's easier and cheaper to stay with my friend?" You stopped in front of your car. When Charles realised you hadn't walked any further with him he stopped too and turned to you.
"Ok, that's a good point." He put a soft grin on his face. "But then you could also move somewhere else entirely, where it's even nicer. In Monaco, for example, you'd have the Mediterranean on your doorstep instead of old Roman buildings." You couldn't help laughing.
"But Charles, how will I ever be able to afford a flat? I don't make millions like you." He took a step towards you and widened his grin. You were sure he could light up the neighbourhood with it as wide as it was.
"Well, you're living with your friend now. The idea is to live with someone so you don't have to pay for the flat yourself."
"Oh yeah right, because I know so many people in Monaco." Charles tried to wink but failed miserably.
"Well you know me and I have a spare room that I haven't even used in the last few years." You shook your head. But you couldn't help laughing.
"I'll think about it, but I'm really enjoying Verona right now." If you hadn't known Charles for just a few hours, you would have said that there was a bit of disappointment in his expression but you were sure you misinterpreted that. He nodded slightly and then took out his own car keys.
"I'm looking forward to tomorrow." To your surprise he walked past you again towards the entrance where you had come from. "Good night Y/N."
"Me too. Get home safe Charles." He opened a car and you noticed that his car was the Ferrari right next to the door. He really had just walked along with you. And again you felt a little tug in your chest. But this time with joy.
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"Are you ready?" Charles was lying on his couch in his room in the Ferrari Motorhome when you walked in the door. He looked over at you briefly before his gaze turned back to the ceiling and he sighed.
"I don't really know." He didn't sound motivated or enthusiastic at all like he had a few weeks ago in Maranello.
Since then, your friendship has strengthened insanely. You knew exactly when you needed talk to someone about any worries or other thoughts and questions Charles was there for you and you in return for him.
He even invited you on a little two-day trip to the mountains with your friend you lived with and his brothers. It was a great experience that you wouldn't want to miss.
By now you knew if something was on his mind, so you sat down on the edge of the couch and put your hand on Charles', which was resting on his stomach. He immediately looked to you as your hand touched his.
"Tell me." He looked at you in confusion. "I know you're overthinking something waaay too much in that pretty little head of yours. What is it? Tell me, so I can help you." Charles sucked in a deep breath closed his eyes for a brief moment and when he opened them again and looked at you you could literally see the desperation and fear in his eyes.
"I won't survive another season like last year. The pressure, the stress, all the things that went wrong. It destroyed me. I was mentally lost and broken. I don't know how, but somehow my family, friends and the last few weeks you and the team managed to get me to build up some hope and self-confidence again. But now it's suddenly so serious again. So close to the first race of the season and I know I'm going to get endless questions today still about the old season and what we plan to do differently and so on and I'm just scared of it. What if we don't make it?"
As he babbled on you could feel his body tense up more and more and Charles became nervous.
"Ok, first of all sit up and take a deep breath." Charles swung his legs around you and sat down next to you on the edge of the couch. He ran both hands through his hair and over his face before sitting up straight beside you.
"Look at me." He took another deep breath and then looked you straight in the eye. You could have sworn he seemed more relaxed right then and there as he looked at you.
"Why are you worrying so much already? The first race hasn't even been run yet and we both know what happens in the tests only gives a rough direction but never the whole picture." Charles nodded but you could see he wasn't quite convinced yet.
"Charlie, you are an exceptional racer and we are all behind you for this season. What happened last year wasn't great but it's in the past. Your future is in front of you and you write your own story. Not the team, not your mum, not your brothers or me, but you alone." He nodded and you could see a small smile on his lips.
"My future is in front of me?" You didn't quite understand the question but he nodded nonetheless. Charles was grinning now and shook his head slightly. He knew what you meant by your words but you had no idea how he twisted the words in his head.
"Now, up. Take a deep breath and go into battle. What could the media say to you that you probably haven't already said to yourself several times and, as you said yourself, still managed to build up your self-confidence again?" Together you got up and made your way to the media pen.
It seemed as if Charles had regained enough strength during your conversation. He was beaming in front of the cameras and even on the following days he came into the paddock full of self-confidence and put the Ferrari on pole on Saturday.
The race, however, did not go as he had imagined. After Charles was able to defend his position at the start, Max managed to catch up with Charles in the last laps on fresh soft tyres and passed him.
Somewhat crestfallen, the Monegasque came towards you after the podium. Pierre, who had finished third in his first race with Alpine, was a few steps ahead of him and rolled his eyes when he was just in front of you.
"I'm ecstatic about third place and he's panicking because he's second? What a crazy world." You hugged Pierre briefly and congratulated him before he disappeared towards the media with his comms manager and Charles stood in front of you with slumped shoulders.
"Oh come on, It was a strong race. Nothing went wrong Max just got a bit lucky at the end." Charles rolled his eyes, gave you the trophy and took his cap from you in return. Andrea, who was standing behind you, took the trophy from you and you took a step towards Charles to give him a hug.
When he felt your arms around his body, he sank right into the embrace. His arms wrapped around your body as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"I'll let you in on a little secret." You whispered in his ear, while his grip tightening around you. "In the last six years, it's never been the winner of the first race who later became world champion." Charles eased away from you and then looked at you questioningly.
"How do you know something like that by heart?" You just shrugged, not wanting to admit that you had prepared for every eventuality and had something in store to say for every conceivable situation.
"All right, let's go to media hell."
The next races were a real spectacle. Besides RedBull, Ferrari and Mercedes, Alpine and McLaren were also fighting at the front, but the rest of the teams were also doing well, defending their positions or improving them.
While in Saudi George was in the lead and Charles was second again, in Australia he finally managed to get his long awaited first win and take over the top of the drivers' standings from Max, who was just behind Charles in third place in Saudi but lost a lot of points in Australia due to a rare mistake on his part and finished only ninth.
After a short flight from Melbourne to Sydney, it was shortly before midnight when you arrived at the small Airbnb house.
Together with Carlos, his girlfriend, the coaches of the two drivers and two other colleagues from the social media and marketing team, you had decided to stay a few days longer in Australia and make a little holiday out of it, when the race in China had already been cancelled.
While the others were still talking in the living room, you just wanted to go to bed, said your goodnights to the others and took the first room you passed, as you hadn't talked about occupancy yet.
It was still dark outside when you woke up to a dull thud in your room you sat up in bed startled and looked around the room.
Suddenly someone stood up from the floor next to the bed and turned on the little light on the bedside table. Your heart beat at least twice as fast and you were ready to scream if you had to.
But from the floor Charles, dressed only in boxer shorts, looked at you sleepily and slightly annoyed. The soft light from the lamp illuminated his body perfectly and for a few seconds you had to do your best not to start drooling.
"What are you doing here?" Charles rubbed his hands over his face before getting up and sitting down next to you in the bed.
"Um, so actually I was sleeping but I apparently had to share a bed with an aggressive little dwarf who spread herself so wide she kicked me out of bed while I was sleeping." Charles looked a little sheepishly at your face to see if you had got the joke or if he had to do damage control straight away.
You looked around the small room and saw Charles' suitcase lying on the floor next to yours.
"There are eight of us and four bedrooms. I would have shared with Andrea but I think you would have died of fright if you woke up next to Carlos' coach Rupert." Well, he was right about that.
"Sorry, I didn't realise we'd be sharing a room." Charles shrugged and sat back under the covers. You moved slightly away from the centre back to your original side of the bed.
"Can I turn the light off again?" You made yourself comfortable and then nodded. Charles, who was watching you intently, turned the lamp off again.
But sleep was now out of the question for you. Even though you had not yet reached the ideal number of hours, you were simply no longer tired. You turned several times from left to right, then back to your back and back to your left side, but nothing worked.
Suddenly you felt Charles' arm wrap around you and pull you closer to him. He only stopped when your back was pressed against his chest.
"Hey, you little whirlwind, how can anyone sleep next to you?" he whispered in your ear. Goosebumps spread all over your body. How you would have loved to just turn around at that moment to press your lips to his but of course you couldn't.
"Sorry. I'm kind of not tired anymore." Charles turned away from you for a second and looked at his phone, which was lying next to the lamp on the small bedside table. Then he turned the light back on and got out of bed.
You turned around and watched Charles go to his suitcase and get dressed. He looked up from his suitcase, grabbed one of his jumpers and threw it at you.
"Come on, out of bed." You looked at him in confusion, but pulled his jumper over your head and got out of bed as well. Like Charles, you also put on shoes until Charles then quietly pulled you across the hall, down the stairs and out the front door.
There were hardly any cars in the neighbourhood. Without saying a word, you walked beside Charles through the streets of the small Sydney neighbourhood, letting your gaze wander.
Charles’ hand still hadn't let go of yours. It gave him a warm, homely feeling to feel your hand in his and to know that you were simply following him without argument. For Charles, it meant that you trusted him.
Charles' destination was the Hornby lighthouse. He had already looked around before the flight from Melbourne to Sydney to see what was in the vicinity of the Airbnb. The plan was actually to jog to the lighthouse with Andrea in the next few days but just the thought of watching the sunrise with you from there made Charles' heart beat a little faster.
"Are you kidnapping me?" Charles looked at you with a small smile on his lips and tried to wink but failed miserably.
"If we're not going to be able to sleep, let's at least take advantage of the time to look around." Charles continued walking down a small path. By now there were no more houses around you, but to your left was the coast and in the distance you could see the city behind you.
The only light that brightened your path a little was the sky, which was slowly beginning to take on some colour again, no longer completely black.
And then there it was in front of you. At the edge of the coast, above the water, which was calm on this night, stood a lighthouse. You couldn't help but be amazed. Charles was also thrilled by the surroundings but what made him even happier was to see your joy.
He found you a spot near the lighthouse where you had a beautiful view of the entrance to Sydney Harbour. Now you regret a little not taking your phone with you. It looked simply breath taking and you could already guess where the sun would rise in a few minutes.
Charles, meanwhile, leaned back a little and watched you and how you were taking in the surroundings. He secretly pulled his phone out of his pocket and took a few snapshots of you and the surroundings.
But you didn't notice that. You were completely blown away by the beauty of the little lighthouse and the place where it stood. The water in front of you had such a calming aura that immediately enveloped you and gave you a feeling of safety, love and security.
"I would give anything to live at a place like this." You turned to Charles who just managed to cover up the fact that he had taken pictures of you.
He sat upright next to you again so that your shoulders were touching and folded his hands in his lap.
"Well, I can't offer you that exactly, but the offer I made you still stands." You looked at him confused, not quite knowing what he was talking about.
"Do you remember our first day working together in Maranello?" How could you forget that day. You had never been so excited and relaxed at the same time on a working day again. Not even at your first race, which you could watch from the pits. You nodded.
"Move in with me in Monaco. We can start a little flat share. My flat is big enough that we can get out of each other's way if we want. And as a highlight, the Mediterranean Sea is less than a 15-minute walk from the flat. You work from home most of the time anyway, even when you're in Italy. And the few times you have to go to Maranello are easy to organise. Apart from the fact that I also have to go to the sim there every now and then."
You actually thought it was a joke on Charles' part when he offered it to you. That's why you had answered rather sarcastically back then.
It was tempting to live by the sea. But was it such a good idea to move in with Charles when you were already having problems pulling yourself together and not falling head over heels in love with him?
"Charlie I don't really know." He didn't even let you continue your thoughts.
"Oh come on Y/N. What could happen that your scared of?" Right off the bat you thought of two scenarios that could happen.
What if you fell in love with him but he didn't fall in love with you? It was so easy to let Charles twist you around his little finger. He was actually perfect if you were honest with yourself, which of course you never were anyway. But you would never tell him this scenario.
"Well, what if we argue and then our work suffers?" Charles shrugged.
"Counter question. What if we get along so well that it makes our work even better? Those are all fair points but why judge before we've tried? You'll never be able to live in Monaco that cheaply again." When he was right about that. You'd never be able to afford to experience Monaco otherwise. Not as a resident of the Principality anyway.
Charles brought you out of your thoughts and directed your gaze to the water where the sun was now rising. Little by little it bathed your surroundings and both of you in its warm light and settled on your skin like a linen sheet.
It felt so beautiful and so right. Just the thought of being able to feel that every morning, if you just accepted Charles' offers, was reasoning enough for you.
"Okay." Charles released his gaze from the rising sun through his screen, which he used to capture the moment in an image. He looked at you questioningly.
"Well, we can try it for a while and if we both don't like it, then I'll move back to Verona." A broad grin prepared on Charles' face, almost brighter and more radiant than the sun rising over the sea the last few inches until it was finally fully visible.
"Trust me you won't regret it."
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"Hey, I'm back. I wasn't sure what you liked, so I just got two different breakfast bowls. You can-" As you kicked off your shoes and made your way to the kitchen, Charles' mum was suddenly standing in front of you.
"Oh, hey Pascale. I didn't expect to see you here." She hugged you and then walked after you into the kitchen.
"I have to head to the salon in a bit anyway. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were settling in and if Charles was getting on your nerves yet? He went out for a jog, told me to wait here because you'd be here in a minute." You couldn't help laughing a little. But on the contrary, since you had moved in with Charles almost immediately after the return from Sydney, everything was going great.
"That's very nice of you. I think it's great here, I've felt at home since the first day. There is simply nothing better than leaving the house in the morning and watching the sunrise over the sea. Even if I could do that from here, but in the morning there are so many people out with their dogs and they like to stop and let me pet the little ones." Pascale had to laugh.
"Did you have a dog when you were a kid?" You shook your head.
"My parents were never really fans of pets because we were all out of the house most of the time and then no one could have taken care of it. I would love to have a little dog now but I think as much as I travel it would be unfair to the animal and even if I did I don't have anyone to look after it for several days at a time." Pascale nodded but said nothing more.
In the background you could hear the door to the flat open and close. A few seconds later Charles was standing next to you in the kitchen and hugged you from behind. He was completely sweaty and you could feel it through your top.
"Ew, you're all wet." Charles grinned at you but let go of you and gave his mother a little kiss on the cheek.
Unfortunately, Pascale had to leave shortly afterwards to open her hair salon. Charles joined you after a quick shower and together you ate the two breakfast bowls you had brought.
You had to admit that it was very pleasant living with Charles. He had got you a desk and put it in the third room where his simulator was.
Most of the time, however, Charles was to be found there in the evenings, while you mainly went about your work at the desk in the mornings and over lunchtime.
Until Baku, Charles made it his business to familiarise you with everything important in and around Monaco. Mind you, Andrea had a hand in that too, as he somehow managed to persuade you to go running with him at least once a day. Mostly in the evening, when Charles was at the simulator.
But it didn't help your feelings that Charles was so attentive. It also happened over and over again that you had watched a film together in one of your beds and then the next morning you woke up arm in arm or you with your back against Charles' chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you.
It became harder and harder for you to talk down and repress these feelings that were slowly becoming more prominent in you.
But what you didn't know was that Charles was not much different. He often woke up before you in the morning and when you fell asleep next to him or he fell asleep in bed with you, he didn't dare move.
Charles enjoyed the feeling of you in his arms. If he had his way, you could stay like that forever. Then, when he noticed that you had woken up, he would close his eyes again and pretend that he was still asleep so as not to look like a creep.
It broke Charles' heart that you didn't feel the way he did, at least that was what he thought, so, he thought, it was better to just pretend it was a normal friendship for him than not have you with him at all because he had scared you away with his feelings.
It went on like that for weeks between the two of you.
Baku unfortunately did not go according to plan for the team. Carlos had to retire the car less than halfway through the race after a system failure and Charles had to settle for fourth place after losing a pitstop to the others during a safety car.
In Miami, Charles seemed to have been replaced. Even though he didn't like Thursdays, he seemed super motivated. Maybe that was because both of his brothers had come to Florida with him.
You decided to watch the qualifying from the motorhome with your colleagues from the marketing and social media team. Arthur and Lorenzo surprisingly sat down next to you and, contrary to your expectations, did not watch the action from the garage.
"Soooo, you and our brother." With your eyebrows drawn together, your gaze moved as if in slow motion from the television in front of you to Arthur who sat on your right. Lorenzo had taken a seat on your left.
"Um, I honestly don't know what you mean." Lorenzo, who until now had been focused on the TV and the round Charles had just laid down, now turned to you as well and rolled his eyes. He opened his phone and put it in front of you.
"Evidence A. You want us to believe that all drivers come to the paddock with their comms officers in the morning like this?" On the screen was a picture from Friday morning when you had come into the paddock with Charles. Charles had his arm around your shoulder and you looked up at him like he was the sun and your whole life revolved around him.
You thought you could hide it normally well that you had feelings for Charles but apparently not.
"Exhibit B." Arthur flicked to the next image on his phone. A picture you hadn't seen before. It must have been from Australia when you went on a trip. While your eyes were on the view, Charles only had eyes for you. Arthur swiped further and showed several examples where Charles was only looking at you without you noticing.
But that couldn't be at all. Charles had mentioned several times that he was glad to have such a good friend and comms manager next to him. The pictures had certainly only been taken by chance at a moment completely out of context.
"Evidence C is also available, but we can't show it to you, because otherwise we'll probably get our heads chopped off by Charles." You raised your eyebrows again, but ignored Lorenzo's statement because it was certainly just a picture taken completely out of context just like the others.
"Guys, I don't know what wild fan theory sites you scrolled through on Instagram but surely you can see for yourself how completely trivial this is, or should I be worried about you." Lorenzo raised an eyebrow and looked over at Arthur.
"Wow, c'est encore pire que ce que nous pensions. Ils ne le voient ni l'un ni l'autre." (Wow, this is even worse than we thought. They both don't see it.) Said Lorenzo to his little brother. Now you regretted not paying better attention in French at school.
"C'est incroyable! Comment peut-on être aussi aveugle?" (That's unbelievable. How can you be so blind?) Replied Arthur to his brother. You were beginning to think it was a bit unfair.
"I don't think that's nice of you, you know I don't know French." The two of them looked back at you at the same time but just as Arthur was about to say something, Charles crossed the finish line for the last time and right behind him was George Russel's Mercedes.
Charles had set the best time and George in his Mercedes, who had the last chance to beat Charles, didn't make it. All three of you jumped up and lay in each other's arms. Charles would start the Miami Grand Prix from pole.
You headed straight for the pits to start the media lap with Charles.
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Both the flights and the short car ride back home from the heliport in Monaco were dominated by a heavy silence. Charles had barely uttered a word the entire journey from Miami to Munich to Nice and Monaco except for a cold goodbye to his brothers after the short helicopter flight from Nice airport to Monaco.
When he arrived at the flat, he disappeared straight into his room. The sun had just passed its highest point and to counteract the jet lag you took your running shoes out of your suitcase and went for a long walk.
You wanted to walk along the coast to the next village, but for some reason you were driven up the mountain to the viewpoint Tête de Chien.
On the way you kept asking yourself how your stupid little brain could have thought that a walk up the mountain in the blazing sun could have been a good idea, but when you found a shady spot on the rocky outcrop and enjoyed the view over Monaco with a light but pleasant breeze, you knew it had been the right decision.
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arthur_leclerc Next time tell me, I would've come as well
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On the way back, you decide to walk past Charles' favourite restaurant and pick up some sushi for you both for dinner. No matter how bad he was, he could never say no to sushi, even if you hadn't learned anything about Charles in the short time you knew him, but you knew that for sure.
There was dead silence in the flat. You quickly fixed some plates of your food in the kitchen and then made your way to Charles' room. After a light knock, there was no answer from him, so you opened the door to see if he might have fallen asleep.
But Charles just sat on his bed and stared at the wall. His gaze was completely blank.
"I don't feel like talking Y/N." He didn't even look at you as he answered.
"I honestly don't either, that's why I figured if our mouths are full we can't do so." Charles gaze turned away from the wall and to you for the first time.
You took the plates from the small shelf that stood outside Charles' room and placed them on his bed in front of him, then you quickly ran back into the kitchen again and got your chopsticks and anything else you needed.
Across from Charles you took a seat cross-legged and handed him his chopsticks. Charles looked at you in disbelief for a few seconds and then you could see something flash in his eyes that you couldn't quite place.
It wasn't quite admiration, but it wasn't just gratitude either. It was something that you could not judge and that you had never noticed before in his eyes.
He took his chopsticks and shook his head slightly.
"Enjoy your meal and thank you."
It was a quiet evening in Monaco. You were sitting on the balcony reading your book that Arthur had recommended to you in America and had brought over briefly that afternoon. He maybe also came by to see how Charles was doing. He had at least moved from his room to the simulator after dinner and had been sitting there ever since.
The sun had already set over Monaco and you tried with all your might to at least finish this one chapter in the last light before you had to close the book because you couldn't see anything anymore.
"Do you think I have what it takes to become world champion?" You startled slightly as Charles' voice suddenly sounded next to you. You hadn't heard that he had come out onto the balcony and sat down next to you, so engrossed were you in the book.
Charles did not look at you. His gaze was directed into the distance, towards the Mediterranean Sea in front of you. But just from his posture you knew what he was feeling and how shattered he still was.
"If I'm going to be honest I probably can't answer this as balanced as some specialists out there but from what I've seen so far and how I've gotten to know you over the last few months you're a born Formula 1 world champion Charlie." Charles took his eyes off the sea and turned to you. But then dropped his gaze to his hands in his lap.
"But what world champion would make such a stupid mistake on the last lap of the race, almost put his car into the wall and end up only third on the podium after comfortably leading the whole race. That almost screams incompetent, perpetual loser." You put your book down on the small table next to you and turned your chair a little further towards Charles so that your body was now facing him. Your legs touched his. You put one of your hands on his shoulder while you put the other one on his hands, which were resting in his lap.
"Charlie you are anything but a loser. Everyone makes mistakes. Even if Max is now an extraordinary driver, but even for him there are countless examples in the not too distant past of mistakes that he has brought on himself. It’s human. Nobody is perfect. Neither I, nor you, nor anyone else. It's just a question of how you deal with your mistakes." Charles raised his head and looked you in the eyes.
"You can't let this one little mistake get you down now. It happened, you can't change that because it's in the past and, as we know and I’ve told you before, we can't influence the past. But what we and especially you can influence is the future. Learn from the past and use the knowledge you gain from this incident to be better in the future and not make the same mistake again." Charles nodded carefully and took several deep breaths.
Out of pure instinct, your hand moved from his shoulder to his jaw and your thumb gently stroked his cheek. Charles closed his eyes and nestled into your palm.
All he wanted to do right now was pull you against him, merge his lips with yours and lose himself in you. But he knew very well that he couldn't do that. Rather, he knew that he had to be a little more careful with the way he looked at you or the way he behaved around you.
Thank God his brothers in Miami had shown him these pictures just before Quali. He had no idea how obvious it was to the outside world that he had feelings for you. He could just about get his brothers off his back but if his fans found out about it, it would be all the more difficult.
Charles opened his eyes, then sat up straight again and cleared his throat.
"Sorry, a little moment of weakness." You shook your head. He didn't need to apologise for that.
For the next few days Charles sat at his sim a lot and took your words to heart. He worked on the mistake he made in Miami and tried to learn from it for Imola and especially for Monaco.
If there was one thing he wanted, it was to finally break that stupid Monaco curse that was hanging over him like a dark cloud.
You, too, were more preoccupied than you would have liked with Charles' mistake and thus lost victory in Miami. Especially because Pierre and George had now overtaken the Monegasque in the drivers' standings.
Pierre drove an incredibly consistent season in his first season in the Alpine and was able to take the victory for himself and his team not only through luck, but also through a faultless race. George finished just behind him in second place.
The first five were not separated by many points and the title was far from decided, but many media, especially in Italy and England, were picking on Charles, which bothered you a lot.
They all acted as if they themselves had never made a mistake in their lives and as if Charles was the only one among the drivers to whom it happened.
Then at the beginning of the week of the Imola race, Charles spent a whole day in Maranello preparing with the team for the two races to come. He was working so hard to bring home the two wins that you didn't even hear him come home at night. For all you knew he might not have been asleep in his bed at all.
A small faint bark echoed through your room before a tongue licked across your face. You immediately opened your eyes and in front of you, right next to your head, sat a small Toy Poodle with golden brown fur.
The little one looked at you and then gently put a paw on your cheek. You took the little one in your arms and sat up in bed with him.
"Who are you?" The little dog sat obediently in front of you on your lap and wiggled his tail like crazy, then he jumped up again and snuggled right against your chest.
"This is Mali." Your eyes fell on Charles who was standing in the doorway with a big grin. "You actually weren’t going to tell me your birthday is on Sunday?" Your birthday was simply not a special day in itself for you. It just reminded you that you had turned a year older.
"I'm not one to celebrate really." Charles shook his head and came over to you. He sat down next to you on your bed and stroked Mali, who continued to snuggle against your chest.
"Mali is six months old and comes from the shelter here in Monaco. He was very sick which is why his first owners gave him back but he's perfectly healthy now and he's yours. Happy birthday Y/N." You looked at Charles with wide eyes.
"But how, and when, and -" Charles smiled and hugged you sideways.
"Maman, told me about your conversation and why you love to get out of the house in the morning before sunrise. I have cleared everything with the team and with Maman. We can take Mali to almost all the races in Europe. He even got a special permit from Stefano, his own paddock pass. Technically, it would also be possible to take him to a few races outside Europe, but we can still clarify that. Whenever he can't travel with us he will stay with Maman. She already has a little bed for him at the salon and is looking forward to meeting him." Tears came to your eyes.
Careful that Mali was now in your lap, you leaned forward a little and hugged Charles as tightly as you could.
"And he can just come to the paddock with us?" You let go of Charles a little and he wiped the tears from your face with his thumb and nodded.
"Yup, the team is already planning with him as the new mascot." You couldn't help a little laugh. The little furry munchkin looked up at you and must have seen your tears because he immediately stood up and put his little paw on your arm, which didn't diminish the tears but made them even more prominent.
"I can't believe this. Thank you Charlie. This is the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me." Charles at that moment, and not for the first time, just wanted to put his lips on yours and kiss the tears from your face away. He really had to pull himself together not to cross any boundaries.
Meanwhile, your heart was on the tip of your tongue and several times you had to restrain yourself from accidentally saying those three little words that would have so gladly crossed your lips.
It had not felt like a friendship between you for a long time. But you had never noticed a single sign from Charles that he had the same or similar feelings as you. Therefore, it was probably better to continue pretending to be friends.
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your.instagram I'm still crying with joy. And then let someone say again you men are not attentive. Thank you ♥
pascale_leclerc I can't wait to meet him
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lorenzotl Exhibit C 😜
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Mali being the star of the show was probably the understatement of the century. But the little one didn't let anything get in his way. He walked beside you and Charles into the paddock on all four days and followed you wherever you went.
On Thursday, he was supposed to stay in the motorhome with Pascale during the interviews, but Charles decided to take him with you and all eyes were on the little furry ball of sunshin. All the other drivers who were in the press conference with Charles, including Oskar, Yuki, Louis and Kevin, played with the little one as soon as the camera wasn't pointed at them.
In the evening, Mali was so exhausted that he didn't even make it to bed, but fell asleep in Charles' arms in the car on the way to the hotel.
The following days were no problem either. Actually, you thought that Mali might be afraid of the loud noises of the cars, but during the qualifying he even sat next to Lorenzo and you in the pit box and was excited and wagged his tail every time one of the cars passed through the pitlane.
It wasn't quite enough for Charles to get pole, but second on the grid was a good starting point to decide the race for Ferrari and himself on Sunday.
"Charles, since the last race, there is that fire in your eyes again. A lot of people expected you to be down. What has changed and what motivates you the most to get the win tomorrow?" Natalie Pinkham from Sky was your last port of call before heading back to the team and then to the hotel to be fit for the following day.
Charles grinned slightly and then looked over at you.
"Honestly I've got this cool flatmate who knows me better than anyone else by now and she first baited me out with my favourite food when we got back to Monaco and then when I was ready to talk she gave me the best speech I could have ever gotten." You shook your head slightly but had to hide your grin a little. You could also feel your cheeks turning red.
"Tomorrow is her birthday and I want to give her a little something back after the insane amount she's helped me believe in myself over the last few weeks, or actually since the beginning of the season, without really knowing it." Natalie grinned at you from behind the camera and Charles also looked over at you again. If you didn't know him and your friendship, you'd almost say there was love in his eyes but of course that was bullshit.
"That leaves us with nothing to do but cross our fingers and wish you a happy birthday." Charles nodded to Natalie and you said thank you and goodbye to the journalist.
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"Charles, after another win for you last week do you think you can finally break your Monaco curse?" Mali was once again sitting relaxed as usual next to you, getting a cuddle every now and then from a driver who either came to do his interviews or wanted a few cuddles just before leaving.
"I think the best foundation has already been laid. We were able to secure pole and now we just have to get it over the line tomorrow." Lawrence Barretto thanked Charles and let him go after two more questions.
Once he was out of earshot of most people he took a deep breath and exhaled.
"You can do this Charlie." His head turned to you. "Don't worry too much. There's absolutely no point in overthinking everything now before the race has even started. That's how most mistakes happen." He nodded slightly, then put an arm around your shoulders and stole Mali's leash.
At home you tried to distract him, but you were only half successful.
It was actually close to midnight and Charles was supposed to be asleep, but you could still hear him running up and down in his room while you wanted to finish your book on the sofa in the living room. But that didn't work out after all. You closed the book and put it down on the sofa table in front of you.
Mali opened one eye and looked at you sceptically. The little one also wanted to sleep.
"Well, my angel. I think we have to go and calm daddy down now. Will you come with me?" As if the dog had understood you, he stretched out on the sofa cushion next to you and then jumped down from the sofa. He trotted ahead of you towards Charles' room without you having to say another word.
The door was open a crack, so Mali couldn't be held back, opened the door and jumped onto Charles' bed.
"I think Mali wants to tell you something." Charles turned around, startled, and stared at you first, then looked for the little dog at your feet until he realised Mali was sitting on his bed.
"I can't. As much as I want to, there are about a million scenarios playing out in my head of how tomorrow will once again end in pure chaos and pain for me." Charles looked at you again and you could see the desperation and tiredness in his eyes. He must have rubbed his eyes more than once because they were all red.
Without thinking about it, you walked over to Charles and took his hand, pulling him to his bed where Mali was waiting. The little dog moved aside as you first made Charles sit down and then wrapped him up in his blanket like a little child.
Before Charles could say anything you had switched off the big ceiling lamp and made yourself comfortable on the other side of the bed in the light of the moon shining through the windows.
Mali had chosen a little spot next to your head, half on your pillow, half on the mattress, and curled up into a little ball.
You looked at Charles, whom you could barely see, through the night.
"Tell me how and where to lie." You could see his eyes widen because he knew exactly what you meant. Without a word he just pulled you towards him until your forehead was pressed against his chest, your legs intertwined and Charles could wrap his arms around you and hold them as tightly as if you were his most precious treasure.
"Think of something nice. Something that calms you. Me and you, we both need the sleep." And it wasn't long before Charles' breathing became steadier. He felt himself calming down just from having you next to him. And when he started to think about what his mother had told him in the afternoon, he felt himself getting more and more tired and lethargic.
He trusted his mother. But he also knew that his mother could go berserk when she was fed up with something. Charles' blindness was a case in point.
"My God, my child. Are you really that blind or just stupid? She loves you more than anything. She would walk through fire for you if she could assure you of this world championship in return. Just as you would lay the world at her feet. Man up and tell her how you feel. You have found your eternal love, what your father was to me. Don't destroy it with an unfounded fear."
These were the words of his mother that made him spend true wonders. These words played over and over again in his head during his pole lap around Monaco. The thought of you gave him eings and made him fly, as it had so many times before.
"Ok Charles has now also left the pits and is on his way to the grid." Fred passed you on his way to the pit lane. You were standing with Mali, Pascale, Lorenzo and Arthur on the back balcony of the pits with a perfect view over the starting grid.
"I've just been talking to Stefano. I don't know if it's you or the little furball but one of you two or maybe both of you together are his lucky charm. That's why Stefano is waiting for us with special permission for the little one to enter the grid." You couldn't believe your own ears but followed Fred without really being asked.
Sure enough, Stefano was waiting with a little note that he attached to Mali's collar. It read "Grid Monaco 2023".
"Just make sure you stick to your starting position and please keep the little one on a leash but I know Mali is a decent dog." Just as Charles was wheeled forward by his team you stepped up next to Fred to the pole position.
The mechanics gave you the go to have little Mali jump onto the vehicle. He ran up along the nose until he arrived in front of the cockpit and stuck his head in to greet Charles.
"What are you doing here?" Charles looked up at you.
"Probably the first dog with official grid permission." You pointed to the little red slip of paper on his collar. Charles couldn't help grinning.
"Go and get ready. We'll wait for you here." Mali liked it on Charles' car. Couldn't blame him either, who didn't love sitting in or in his case on a Ferrari.
The picture of your little furry munchkin sitting on top of the Monegasque's car while the national anthem played went around the world and before you had even reached the pit building again you were met by people showing you screen shots of the moment Mali was broadcasted live and looking in Charles' direction.
Charles held his own from the start and secured a comfortable lead over Max in the first few laps, who was hot on Charles' heels in second place.
The pit stops and multiple safety cars added a bit of excitement to the race but as you would expect from Monaco, much of the race was down to strategy.
To the surprise of many, however, everything went according to plan for Ferrari. So Charles still was in first place after his final stop.
"Fifteen laps to go. It looks like the rain will start shortly after the end of the race." The clouds that were already visible behind you worried you, because they were something no one could control.
"Ten laps to go, rain in the last laps seems more and more likely." Your heart was pounding up to your neck. Next to you sat Pascale, Lorenzo and Arthur. The two brothers looked riveted at the TV in front of them, while you and Pascale kept giving each other good looks reassurance every now and then.
"3 laps, Light drizzle has just started on the start and finish straight. Please be careful into turn 1, Charles."
The first drivers were struggling to keep their cars on the track before the last lap and had to slow down considerably more than some others. The last three corners were the biggest challenge of the last lap.
"Last lap Charles. From Rascasse, please pay extra attention. Here the rain has become a bit heavier." Everyone was watching the TV with anticipation. There was no one now who didn't have both thumbs crossed so hard that probably soon no more blood could flow through.
But Charles kept a clear and calm head and brought the red Ferrari first over the finish line in Monaco for the first time in his career. The whole garage was in each other's arms.
Arthur and Lorenzo had you and Pascale in a group hug in the middle and Mali also felt that something special had happened. The little dog who normally never barked jumped up and down next to you and wagged his tail.
Fred came up to you and took you in his arms.
"Let's go. You, me and Mali, front row when Charles parks his car." You lifted Mali on your arm and then let an overjoyed Fred pull you to the finish straight. The team made way for you as soon as they saw you coming and just as you took your place Charles got out of his car and stood on top of his halo celebrated by the Monegasques and his team watching.
After so many years, the Monaco curse was finally broken. The first thing Charles saw when he got out of his car and cheered with the crowd was you. And for the first time he didn't see you as his comms manager.
No, in that moment you were so much more to him. You were the reason he was able to fly today. You were the one who gave him hope and you and Mali were the ones who reassured him just before the race.
When he got off his Ferrari and took off his helmet, he knew exactly where he had to go first. No matter how happy the team was but this victory was not only his but also yours and so Charles wanted you to remember it forever.
He gave Fred, who was standing next to you, his helmet and gloves and without thinking about it put his hands on your cheeks and pulled you close to him.
The moment your lips touched was like fireworks. It didn't take a second before you returned Charles' kiss. A kiss that felt so new on the one hand, which it was. But on the other hand, so familiar that it was almost strange to know that this was the first time your lips touched.
When Charles detached himself from you again, he had tears in his eyes.
"Thank you, mon amour. I love you." You could hardly believe what you had just heard from Charles. It was as if your deepest wishes had come true. Words you had only heard in your dreams.
"I love you too." Charles grinned all over.
And then he was gone. Surrounded by his team, who celebrated him as if he already had the world championship in the bag. But you knew from that moment, that day, that victory, nothing could stop him.
✨-✨
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arthur_leclerc FINALLY🎉. Almost got more excited about the kiss than the win. Welcome to the family sis ❤️
lorenzotl Can you believe it took that long?
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Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!
Disclaimer: You can get to enjoy the one shots/blurbs as stand-alones without knowing the background of the universe but for a full experience, check out the tag! Happy reading. x
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One Shots
2014
How We Met - In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party.
2015
Go on a Date With Me - How Chris asked you out on a date.
First Kiss - Teasing led to your first kiss.
Chris’ Birthday - First birthday to celebrate together.
summary: arthur and y/n both swear that they are just friends, yet everyone else around thinks they're in love with each other.
words: 4.5k
warnings: crashes
disclaimer: i'm aware charles & charlotte are no longer together, this was just collecting dust in my drafts. also this is all in english - but you're smart enough to figure out which parts would be spoken in french.
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"who's that girl arthur's always with?" pierre asked charles as they sat at a table on the ferrari hospitality decking. the bahranian paddock was one of the prettiest.
"y/n" charles nodded looking at his brother laughing with the girl on a beanbag, which was situated on one of the many grassy seating areas. "they were in the same friendship group at school, ran into eachother over the winter and since then it's been y/n this and y/n that" he explained.
"do you think they're dating?" pierre asked looking at pair trying to gauge the relationship.
"arthur swears they're not" charles pointed. "but y/n's very much his, some of the f3 and f2 lads have slid into her dms much to arthur's disapproval" he added.
"what does your brother think?" pierre asked.
"he's adamant they're dating" charles confirmed. "i don't see why they wouldn't say anything though, it's a cute story, there's nothing to hide" charles shrugged.
"y/n's probably in a relationship" pierre pointed.
"no" charles dismissed. "y/n's sweet. deffo not the girl to have a crossover period" he defended her.
"you never know" pierre sipped on his drink looking at the couple who had now been joined by a few other drivers.
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"i'm going to sorce a drink, do you want one?" y/n asked arthur her hand playing with the dirty blonde hair, it being overdue a cut.
"uh yes please, i'll have what you're having" he smiled at her. she nodded walking off from the group.
"so what is this? does it still not have a label?" oliver asked, taking the absence of the girl as the perfect time to quiz his teammate.
"you're too young to understand love" jack tapped his shoulder teasingly.
"you're a week older than me!" oliver protested.
"neither of you know love" jehan pointed at them both.
"non of you know love. we're just friends" arthur confirmed.
"you're very affectionate for friends" dennis nodded. "i'm not that affectionate with my friends" he put his hand on his chest.
"well i'm french, we're affectionate" arthur defended. he'd never felt as nationalistic as charles had.
"kiss me arthur!" jak teased pouting his lips at the older man. arthur pushed him as the rest of the perma team let out a laugh.
"y/n!" charles called over the girl as she walked past him.
"charles, hi" she nodded.
"pierre" pierre introduced himself to her a warm smile on his face.
"y/n, it's nice to meet you, charles talks about you all the time" she returned the smile.
"all good things i hope, i didn't know you were so pretty"
arthur's jaw clenched watching pierre very openly flirt with y/n.
"pretty sure friends don't react to their friend being hit on like that" jehan highlighted.
"pierres just not the best man for her to get involved with" arthur simply stated.
"oh okay sure" dennis nodded. "just not the fact that you're dating and he's trying to steal your girl?" he teased.
"what part of just friends don't you understand?" arthur questioned.
"the part where you're just friends" jak remarked and arthur rolled his eyes at him.
"y/n's just an old friend who's stumbled back into my life and we're catching up. we have more in common now" he explained.
"i just got water" she smiled sitting back on the beanbag.
"thank you amour" he smiled at her. he noticed his fellow teammates look amongst each other but chose not to mention the nickname.
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f1teaspill [F3] Perma driver , Arthur Leclerc spotted cosying up with a girl in the paddock (picture above). This same girl was also spotted taking to F1 drivers Charles Leclerc and Pierre Gasly.
Could their be a new romance in the paddock?
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user any pictures of her face?
|> f1teaspill We avoid showing faces of unidentified people in the paddock!
jakcrawfordracing 👀
|> olliebearman they're just friends.
user i hope this isn't romantic 😭
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"that picture from bahrain is going viral" charles told his brother putting his phone down on the kitchen island.
"why?" his brother asked confused.
"they think y/n is your girlfriend" he nodded.
"everyone think she is, i assure we are just friends" he rolled his eyes.
"see i don't believe you" charles pointed getting the food out the fridge starting to prepare it.
"i would tell you if i was in a relationship" arthur exclaimed.
"you just seem too close to be just friends" he shrugged not looking at him.
"i promise you there is nothing going on" he assured. y/n and charlotte re entered the apartment giggling aggressively.
"are you good?" charles asked looking at them strangely.
"i busted my lip" y/n laughed removing her hand showing the small amount blood trickling from her lip.
"she fell up the stairs" charlotte laughed. charles watched as arthurs face was laced with nothing but concern.
"we need to clean that" he told her.
"it'll be fine" she wiped away the blood on a tissue, showing the inflamed area. "i promise" she pressed a kiss on his head putting the shopping bag on the table. charlotte looked at charles shocked but he simply shrugged.
"i got everything you needed, oh and i got my favourite monegasque wine" she showed him the bottle. "i hope you don't mind" she handed charles his card and he assured her he didn't.
"i've never had this one" charlotte inspected the bottle.
"neither have i" arthur looked at the bottle.
"it complements the meal perfectly, so no pressure charles" she teased putting the bottle in the fridge.
"so you do the wine thing for a living?" charles asked.
"my expertises pays well in Monaco" she confirmed. "restaurants hire me for a night to recommend wine, it's brilliant pay. i'll provide wine for events. i'm doing a ferrari dinner next week actually" she explained sitting next to arthur who put his arm round her waist.
"you're so smart" arthur smiled at her.
"i couldn't drive a racing car" she dismissed his praise winking at him.
"so?" charlotte asked the pair looking at charles. "how long have you been dating?" she asked.
"oh no we're just friends" y/n nodded.
"are you sure?" charles asked and his younger brother rolled his eyes.
"yes" arthur pointed.
"besides i have a date tommorow" y/n nodded.
"what? with who?" arthur asked and both charles and charlotte picked up on the hint of jealousy in the blondes voice.
"a certain pierre gasly" she shrugged.
"seriously?" charles asked sharing a knowing look with arthur. pierre gasly was known womaniser.
"yeah" y/n nodded. "why not? nothing to lose" she shrugged. "he's definitely just trying to get in my pants but i welcome it" she clarified.
"i was going to say, pierres not the best at being loyal" charlotte sighed relived.
"i'll out slag the slag" she smiled.
"dinners ready" charles nodded. "would you mind setting the table?" he asked the younger adults who both nodded grabbing what they needed.
"so this date?" arthur asked as they set the table.
"awe don't get jealous i'll still be your number one fan" she smirked at him placing glasses on the table.
"good" arthur laughed.
"you laugh like you brother" she told him.
"we laugh like our dad" he nodded.
"y/n go get the wine" charlotte nodded as her and charles walked past with plates of food.
she returned to see them waiting. "you didn't have to wait" she told them.
"do your thing" arthur encouraged.
"okay okay" she coughed switching to english emphasising her accent. "for your meal today i have selected a classic and elegant cabernet sauvignon, with sweet notes and a blast of savoury elements" she showed off the bottle placing it on the table.
"woah, i'd buy anything from you" charlotte nodded.
"thank you" she sat opening the wine pouring it into glasses.
"charles this is like actually good" arthur told his brother who feigned offence.
"what's that supposed to mean!?" he asked with a chuckle.
"take it as a compliment" charlotte nodded.
conversation and drink flowed easily it was like a double date. y/n fitted right into the dynamic and the more they drank the more affectionate y/n and arthur got.
"arthur loves her" she whispered to charles who nodded watching the pair dance round the kitchen to whatever the was playing. late night easy listening filled at apartment the records of the leclerc boys childhood playing on their fathers record player.
"i know" charles nodded. "he's not lying to me either, he honestly dosen't know he's falling in love" he smiled sipping the wine in his hands.
"do you reckon y/n's the one?" she asked.
"yes, old friends who haven't seen eachother in four years and you're like that three months since reconnecting" charles theorised.
"it's the right person, right time" he turned to charlotte.
"we need to make them realise" she decided.
"no" charles shook his head "i'm not interfering in their love lives" he confirmed.
"it's your brother, he'll never know unless we make him. he needs her" charlotte tried to convince him. charles looked at his brother and
y/n he knew that look all to well. it was the exact way their dad used to look at their mom. his younger brother had found the love of his life.
"okay" he nodded at charlotte who kissed charles cheek.
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user arthur looks so in love with her!
user they're so together
user that's love
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"hi!" she walked to the field waving. arthur looked at her in shock as she aproached him.
"y/n! amour!" he hugged her securely immediately ignoring his teammates. "what are you doing here!?" he asked surprised.
"where else do they hold ferrari dinners?" she questioned. he laughed at her hugging her tightly again.
"y/n hey!" jak waved at the girl.
"hey jak, gang, are we well?" she asked and got a chorus of positive replies. "i need to talk to you, when you have time, it's quite important" she told him.
"oh okay yes, of course, i'll just finish shooting then we can talk" he nodded.
"i'll go sit in the stands?" she asked the marketing team who nodded.
"i'll see you" arthur planted a kiss on her head before she walked off, which caused his teammates to both choke on their drink. "what?" he asked them.
"you just kissed her. that's new" ollie noted.
"that is new" jak confirmed.
"you are children i swear" arthur laughed shaking his head in dismissal.
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prema_team surprise visitor today! someone tell arthur his "friend" will still be there when's he's done playing baseball...
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jakcrawfordracing my fav love story
olliebearman taylor swift would eat this up
user will they just get together already 😑
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"hey" he sat next to her now in jeans and a ferrari polo.
"you look great in red" she smiled at him, wrapping her arms round his neck pulling herself into a hug, her legs resting over his.
"thank you" he blushed slightly, cosying up into her touch, his fingers running up and down her thighs. "what did you want to talk about?" he looked up at her a soft smile on his face.
"your fans, found my account on facebook. then from that they got all my socials" she told.
"oh amour" he sighed sadly. "are they being nice?" he questioned cautiously.
"the majority. but they know everything about me now and the few people who are mean to me, it's like kinda messing me about" she opened.
"i'm sorry amour" he wrapped his arms round her. "i'll never let anyone hurt you" he told placing a kiss on her head. "no one will dare say anything outside of the online sphere" he reassured her.
"i'm just not used it, i had a feeling it'd happen eventually" she flashed him a weak smile.
"let me know if it gets too much, i will shut it down immediately" he reassured her.
"thank you" she smiled at him.
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y/nl/n arthur > everyone else
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user do they know...?
|> y/nl/n oh we know.
arthur_leclerc mama > any other photographer.
user dating!?
|> y/nl/n nope! just friends.
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"i love this" charles sighed sitting on the rocks charlotte next to him.
"love what?" arthur asked his hands playing with y/n's fingers.
"how blissfully unaware you are" he chuckled at the pair.
"charles" his mother warned. "they're young, not everything at that age needs a label" she tutted.
"but we're just friends, it's a platonic relationship" y/n highlighted that it did in fact have a label.
"oh" she exclaimed.
"see mama!" charles waved his hand at the pair.
"arthur?" she asked her youngest son.
"what?" he asked. "we're just friends that's it" he confirmed.
"very close for just friends" she nodded to herself.
"besides i'm kind of seeing someone" y/n shrugged.
"seriously!? who?" artur asked and all shared a knowing look.
"pierre, it's nothing serious but we've had a couple of adventures" she nodded.
"he's not very loyal" arthur told her.
"it's not there yet, he dosen't need to be. we're casual" she confirmed.
"oh" arthur nodded holding her tighter. arthur realised he loved her a few months back. he knew his family and friends had caught onto him the momment he'd started getting more affectionate with her. jak and ollie made sure to let him know they knew but his family were yet to say anything.
"no one can replace you arthur"she patted his arm lightly a smile on her face.
"pierres a lot older than you isn't he?" pascal questioned.
"yeah but it's not serious so i'm not really concerned" y/n dismissed. "speak of the devil, pierre a calling me.gotta take this" she wiggled out of arthurs embrace walking away from the family.
arthur let out a sigh looking to the sky. "so" his mum looked at him.
"i know i know" he sighed.
"you've got it bad arthur" charlotte confirmed.
"i can't help it, she's...perfect" he looked back at her and she waved.
"you'll need to tell her before pierre locks her up, he dosen't normally see a girl more than once he must like her" charles concluded.
"i know that too" he huffed. "maman what do i do?" he turned to his mother who smiled at her son.
"listen to your heart. wether you tell her not there are good and bad solutions. you could tell her and she could reject you or you'll start dating. you don't tell and you guarantee keep her friendship but you could lose her to pierre" she told him. "i can't tell your heart what to do, it already knows" she nodded.
"that's so wise" charlotte nodded.
"not helpful in the slightest" charles laughed.
"i need to go" she told the family sadly. "pierre decided to surprise me, sat outside my apartment" she laughed.
"that dosen't sound casual to me?" charles questioned.
"yeah i have no idea what he's thinking but it's really sweet" she smiled a light blush on her cheeks. "i'll text you, lunch tommorow still?" she asked arthur.
"oh um charles just mentioned he needed me to help move stuff, sorry" arthur shrugged.
"oh okay! no worries, have fun" she ruffled his hair picking up her bag.
"do you need a lift back?" charles asked.
"no, my apartments a street away from the hiking path i'll just walk down, thank you charles" she smiled. "have fun" she waved.
"use protection!" charlotte teased and y/n laughed.
"charlotte!" she exclaimed her cheeks darkening even more. "goodbye" she stomped off dramatically, charlotte laughing.
"ughhhh!" arthur fell on his back, running his hands down his face. "i can't compete with pierre!" he huffed.
"i don't think you'll need to" charles reassured. "y/n's in love with you, it's just taking her a little longer to realise" he nodded.
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"you do realise arthurs in love with y/n right?" charles asked setting up the weights, he'd invited pierre to train with him while he was in monaco. it wasn't often he saw his bestfriend one on one.
"what?" pierre asked wiping the towl over his face.
"he's in love with her" charles repeated.
"i thought they weren't like that?" pierre questioned.
"they're not" charles looked at him.
"me and y/n aren't serious" pierre assured.
"she said but i'd be inclined to disagree. you drove four hours to surprise her" charles highlighted looking at the older man with a knowing look.
"does arthur want to ask her out?" pierre ignored his friends comment, he was right. pierre wouldn't do for anyone else he was 'casual' with.
"i think he wants to marry her" charles answered honestly.
"wow" pierre nodded. "is this you telling me to back off?" he asked his friend.
"not entirely" charles sighed and pierre quirked his brow about to make a comment before charles cut him off. "i just, if you're not seriously thinking y/n could be your girlfriend then maybe don't show up on her doorstep unplanned so arthur has a chance at least" he sighed.
"so you're essentially telling me to back off" pierre chuckled. "y/n's sweet and i like her" he shrugged and charles sighed. "but she likes me" he added. "it's so clear she loves arthur, i know i'm just a fling to her even if she dosen't know herself. the way she speaks about him is actually adorable and she does like me i know she does, there is something between us but her love for arthur won't let it be more than that" pierre explained.
"why do you keep seeing her if she's so clearly in love with arthur?" charles asked perplexed by the man.
"because she's fun and makes me feel young and careless and i like it a lot. i could easily love her if she felt that way but, i'm old enough to know what she feels" he shrugged.
"like a distraction?" charles asked.
"i guess" he confirmed. "i don't think she wants to admit she loves arthur. i promise you were solely casual, arthur can make his move" he told charles with a knowing look. he knew his bestfriends ultimate goal was to get y/n and arthur to get together but he's pierre gasly he never turns down a pretty girl.
"i wasn't!" charles started.
"it's fine, he's your little brother and he's hopelessly in love with y/n i know you trying to help him" he laughed.
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spa.
"are you nervous?" y/n asked the cold wind and light rain causing her to shake slightly.
"of course not" arthur took his coat off placing it on the girls shoulders. "i know ollie and jak are, dangerous track" he told her.
"are you not cold?" she asked watching him smile as she put his coat on properly.
"you look pretty in my clothes" he told her and she blushed trying to ignore the crush she had on her bestfriend. which she didn't notice until pierre pointed it out and now it's ruined her whole exsistence. "i'm not , the fireproofs are insulated" he nodded, answering his previous question.
"be carefull please" she frowned. he wrapped his arms around her pulling her into his chest.
"amour, are you nevous?" he asked teasingly. "you don't need to be, i know what i'm doing" he kissed her head reassuringly. y/n only held onto him tighter. spa was a dangerous track, everyone worried for their loved ones every race of course but spa more so.
arthur just sighed lightly holding her tight. "i'll be okay" he told her in a more serious tone. "i promise" he shouldn't of promised her, he knew he shouldn't of. the red flags waved all around and the crowd were silent. his car was upside down and the car of his teammate was in half. the only noise was muffled panic and the ringing in her ears, she hadn't realised she was crying. she was too focused on the telly to notice anything.
two hands on her shoulders brought her back to the room. "he's okay" she looked up to see the frenchman in his white shirt.
"what?" she asked.
"he's okay" charles repeated to her more relived.
"are you sure?" she inquired.
"he's talking" pierre told her, his touch familiar and comforting.
"he might have a concussion maybe a broken wrist, nothing more" he explained further.
"jak?"
"also fine" charles nodded.
"are you okay?" y/n asked charles.
"okay as you" he responded and she nodded understanding her emotion cocktail.
"i love him" she told the pair and both froze.
"what?" pierre asked in utter shock.
"i know and i tried fighting it but i think i love arthur" she sighed. "i just how could you not" she admitted.
charles couldn't wipe the smile off his face he wanted to tell her. to scream in her face that he loved her too! but the look pierre gave him shut both his thoughts and face up. arthur had to do it and with pierre backing off into purely friends with y/n there was nothing in the way.
"what do i do?" she asked the older men.
"just do what your heart wants you too" charles told, giving her the same advice his mom had given his brother.
"arthur!" she hugged the man who appeard in the garrage and despite the clear pain on his face he held the girl equally as tight. "you're alive" she spoke into him received.
"i'm alive amour" he kissed her head,his lips lingering against her hair.
charles sighed at him seeing he was in masses of pain but he'd refuse to let the girl go. 'i'm fine' arthur mouthed to him.
'tell her' charles mouthed back. arthur shook his head lightly. 'trust me' charles reassured.
"i'm glad you're mildly okay" she smiled pulling away from him.
"i'll always be perfect with you around" he ruffled her hair with a smile on his face.
"that's so cheesy" she rolled her although her stomach fluttered.
"yeah you love it" arthur shrugged.
"take it easy" charles told his brother.
"i might head back to the hotel, do you mind?" he asked charles who shook his head.
"of course not, rest up" charles nodded.
"you can stay" arthur looked at the girl who grabbed her bag.
"i'm coming" she told him definitely. she noticed the look pierre gave her. she could tell he really liked her and while she liked him too arthur was her whole world.
"y/n you don't have to" arthur put his coat on with some difficultly.
"i want too, i promise. your more important" she dismissed him.
"let me know how are you are" charles told his brother who nodded waving goodbye as y/n grabbed his rucksack as well.
"they'll marry eachother" charles told pierre.
"yeah, they will" he agreed with a little sigh.
"you did a good thing. you can have any girl , arthur just wants her" charles patted his best friends shoulder.
"i know, she's just amazing. can't help to feel like i've lost out" pierre shrugged lightly.
"i'm sorry man" charles smiled at his friend reassuringly. he was asking a lot from pierre but the fact pierre was willing to made charles think that he knew deep down y/n was arthur's, regardless.
"you need to rest" y/n told him as arthur was protesting her staying with him.
"y/n , amour. i'm fine" he told as y/n hunted though his suitcase pulling out his comfy clothes.
"i know your not" she told him pausing, looking at him. "just go with it okay. i need to make sure you're okay" she huffed placing the clothes next to him. "i'm staying here till you're well enough to push me out the door" she told him.
"y/n you knew i'd crash at some point" he told her with a gentle sigh.
"that wasn't a crash. i don't think you know how bad it looked. you were both dead." she spoke seriously. "so forgive me for wanting to be okay but i can't lose your arthur" she sat on the bed next o him and he pulled her into his chest.
"i'm sorry, i know it must be scary for you" he apologised running his fingers though her hair.
"i just. i just need you to stay with me" she tried to explain but was unable to find the correct words.
"i need you too" arthur placed a kiss on her head. she looked up at him to try and gauge his thoughts. he was staring right at her doing the same. soon enough they found themselves leaning towards each other until they were joined in a kiss.
"amour?" arthur asked pulling away.
"do you?" she asked.
"do you?" he responded. his head was spinning. there was no way charles was right. is he right? did he know?
"i um. i should leave you to rest" she nodded getting off the bed.
"no" arthur shook his head staring up letting out a wince. "y/n" he stopped her by grabbing her phone and holding it above his head.
"how old are you?" she chuckled trying to grab her phone back.
"i love you" he told her. that was not his plan. why would he say that.
"yes i love you too now give me my phone" she rolled her eyes trying to reach the phone, brushing off his confession.
"no y/n i'm in love with you" he clarified. that was also not part of the plan. he'd confessed his love to the woman he's loved the most ever while holding her phone above her head.
"your what?" she asked taken aback.
"in love with you. i love you" arthur smiled nervously not knowing how to navigate this situation.
"like?" she asked again.
"yes"
"oh" she responded. "i um love you too" she told him.
"really? when did you realise?" arthur asked lowering his arm, putting her phone in his pocket of his jeans.
"well pierre told me i was in love with you and i brushed him off. it'd been playing on my mind ever since but just today and the sheer fear i experienced. i'd never felt that before, never cared for anyone so hard before. so today" she chuckled. "what about you?" she asked.
"months" he nodded. "since that night you did your wine pitch and we were dancing in charles' kitchen" he explained.
"damn" she nodded. "so what now?" she asked sitting on the edge of the bed. he joined her.
"don't leave" he told her. "just stay, we can figure it out later. i just need you to stay" he took her hand in his.
"we're not just friends anymore" she laughed shaking her head.
"we were never just friends" arthur joined her and she agreed.
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arthur_leclerc took a life break after that crash, reflecting on what/who matters most. @/y/nl/n ❤️
Rating: M (18+)
Words: 11.4k
Characters: Lewis Hamilton x Reader
Summary: Navigating a world in which you are co-parenting with Lewis whilst dealing with your own heartbreak has never been easy, throwing a trip to Canada with him into the mix makes it a recipe for disaster. 18+.
“Lewis Hamilton, seven time champion of the world!”
That one line had become the backing track to your attempt at a lie in that morning. You were quite impressed with your ability to withstand it for nearly an hour before you had enough, it was far longer than usual.
The usual morning routine was playing out as it always did, sometime in the wee hours your daughter had found her way to your bed, her blanket in one hand and her iPad in the other, where she would prop herself up against your headboard to watch the one video she loved more than all the others.
pairing: charles leclerc x reader
word count: 4.4 words
request: yes, by anons: "hii bestie can i get a fic where the reader and charles are guardians of their godchild and on the child calls them mommy and daddy for the first time? i love your writing btw I’ve been binge reading your fics." & "hii can i request a soft fluffy charles fic? i love your writing style 💕" & "hello! can we have a imagine with reader and charles with a long term relationship at bahrain gp 2022? 🥺"
warnings: kids, fluff, angst, death(mentioned only), car crash (mentioned only), language (like one or two), hospitals.
a/n: i am finally posting something. i've been hating everything i write lately, but hopefully it's only temporary because i want to work on something to celebrate when we (hopefully soon) hit 3k. literally can't believe i'm typing that. we're so close to three thousand, what the fuck. also, i have no idea how the legal system works, let's remember that this is all fiction, please.
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the moment violet was born, you and charles fell in love with her. the first few months of her life you would visit the new parents every chance you could. caroline and nolan were close friends of charles, and they instantly welcomed you into their group when you and charles started dating. charles loved violet, he’d always get her every baby-related thing he saw wherever he went. dolls, princess onesies, toys, anything that reminded him of her.
you were the same, offering to babysit when your friends wanted some alone time, or wanted to go out for a date. often, the five of you would go out to kid-friendly spots.
‘violet needs to spend time with her favorite aunt and uncle’, charles would say. every chance he got, she was in his arms. caroline would always laugh, chastise him and tell him she would get used to being carried. 'good thing i have strong arms, then.' he'd reply, pressing his forehead against the baby's head.
it wasn't a surprise when you and charles were asked to be her godparents, but you were still over the moon when you arrived at their house and saw violet wearing a shirt that read ‘will you be my godparents?’. you and charles hugged the -then- six-month-old baby and her parents, promising to take care of her as much as you could.
the day everything changed, it started just like any other. you were in italy with charles, he had some duties at the ferrari museum in maranello, so you took the day to explore the city, seeing ferrari plastered on almost every wall. you entered a small shop and were instantly drawn to a plushie of a cat. violet loved cats. well, they didn’t have any pets, but everytime she saw one on tv she always yelled in delight. you picked it up and paid for it, walking to the museum to wait for charles.
you had a special badge around your neck, so security let you through without too much trouble. you sat on a bench outside, grabbing your phone to check if you had missed anything. you were scrolling mindlessly when you saw an unknown number calling. you recognized the area code as one in france. you frowned but picked up anyway.
-
you’d always wondered how you’d act in case of an emergency. you’d seen so many tv shows and movies where the characters ran through the hospital, some screaming, asking where their loved ones were, others in shock. you never thought, never hoped, to be in that position one day.
your heart was beating fast, pounding inside your chest as you held onto charles’ hand. he was almost running, following the signs until he reached a nurse station.
in shock. in case of an emergency, you were the one in shock. your eyes were glossy as you let charles guide you to the icu, you could hear him mumbling under his breath, but couldn’t understand what he was saying. you could see the automatic doors that led to the icu, you gripped charles’ hand before walking in, making him halt his steps.
he turned to look at you, he had small tears in the corners of his eyes. you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down and hiding your face in his neck. the tears fell freely, you could feel his chest shaking as well.
“we have to go in,” charles said, still holding on to your waist. you nodded but didn’t let go of him. “we-we have to find out how they are, and-”
an unmistakable soft whimper made its way into your ears, charles paused mid-sentence and you both turned your heads to the side.
“violet!” charles said, you both ran to the woman who was carrying your goddaughter. ten-month-old violet’s eyes were wide open, you could see the terrified look on her face as she was in a completely unknown place with strangers. “is she okay?” he asked.
“she’s alright. she’s been checked by the pediatricians and everything seems fine,” she gave you a small smile, “i’m the social worker in charge of the case, who are you?” she asked.
“we’re violet’s godparents,” charles said, gripping your hand. your arms ached, longing to hold her in your safe embrace.
“w-why do they need a social worker?” you asked, placing your free hand on charles' arm. the social worker was about to speak when violet started crying. charles took a step, and violet leaned forward as well. charles took his goddaughter from the social worker's arms, and for the first time since you got that awful call, you let out a deep breath, knowing that violet was finally safe. you seemed to forget that there was someone else present, at that moment, all your focus was on violet, on the way she clung onto the both of you, her godparents, the only people she had left in the world now.
nolan and caroline didn’t have any direct family, but they had each other. and they had you and charles.
“can we see them?” you asked, violet was playing with your finger. “is- is caroline still in surgery?” the social worker didn’t know how to answer, she walked to the nurse station right outside the intensive care unit, where you’d heard they were keeping nolan. you followed her, your gaze flickering between violet, charles, and the social worker. the look on the latter’s face didn’t make you feel reassured.
“when can we see them?” charles asked again, a bit too loud than he intended, causing violet to flinch. charles handed her to you, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
“only family is allowed in, and-”
“we’re family. we’re all the family they have,” charles interrupted.
you were told to wait, you sat on two uncomfortable chairs, holding violet in your arms. the social worker was standing in front of you.
“did you ever discuss what would happen with violet in case…” she started, you both froze.
“w-why are you saying that?” you asked, looking from her, to charles.
“the doctor is coming, he will fill you in on their condition, but… we need to know their wishes about violet’s future in case they don’t… you know,”
“we’ll take care of her,” charles said, without wasting a second, without any doubt. “that’s what we signed up for when we agreed to be her godparents. to take care and be there for her whenever,” he told her. then, he looked at you, you nodded your head, taking his hand in yours.
“we will take care of her, no matter what happens.”
-
the next few days went by in a blur. you felt so many emotions at the same time. grief, pain, fear, helplessness. you’d had to do so many things in just a few days. saying goodbye to your friends was probably the hardest. even though the doctors tried their best to save both of them, their injuries from the car crash were too much.
your full focus was on violet. you pushed aside your feelings and grief to focus on the little baby you’d now found yourself in charge of. you’d gotten in contact with a lawyer, who promised to help you as much as she could to get violet’s custody. you didn’t know if you were mentally prepared to take care of a child, but you weren’t alone. charles wanted this as much as you did, it was what you’d signed up for, as he said.
you’d recruited the rest of your friend group to look for a will or a document that stated their wishes for violet’s custody, but found nothing. you never talked about that topic, you were all way too young, you still had plenty of time you think about the future. or at least, you should’ve.
the second night after the funeral, violet was sleeping in the crib you’d bought a day before, next to your bed. you were lying on your side, your eyes were closed but you couldn’t sleep. you turned so your back was against the mattress, you looked up at the ceiling and sighed. you felt charles moving beside you, you turned your head to see him looking at you.
“did i wake you?” you whispered, he shook his head, giving you a small smile. you got closer to him, resting your head on his chest. you both stayed quiet, you could feel his fingers playing with your hair. “do you think we can do this?” you asked after a few seconds of silence.
“i don’t know,” he said, and even though it wasn’t the answer most people would’ve wanted, you felt comfort in knowing that he was just as nervous as you. “but i don’t want violet to go away, not when we can give her everything she needs,” he continued. “it will be difficult for all of us, but violet needs us,”
“of course. i want her with us as well, but are we ready for this change?”
“we have to be, there’s no turning back now. but hey, we’re in this together, okay? we got each other. it will take a little while to get used to a new routine, but we can do this, alright?” he said, grabbing your hand and lifting it up to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. “we got this,” he nodded his head. you looked up at him, kissing his cheek.
a month passed, violet was still in your care whilst you were going through the adoption process. and now more than ever, you were sure that you were ready to give the little baby everything she might need. each day you spent with her you fell even more in love with her, you didn't know how it was possible, but she brightened up your day, she had taught you so much already.
of course, the first few weeks were messy, having to adjust to the presence of violet in your lives 24/7. there were nights when you thought you couldn't do it, nights when violet stayed up almost all night, crying uncontrollably, and you knew that the one thing she needed were her parents. you'd cry with her, sometimes.
one particular night, charles wasn't home, he'd traveled to paris, violet’s hometown and the place where all the legal process was taking place. you’d put violet down to sleep, since it was past her bedtime. you sat on a stool in the kitchen, replying to a text charles had sent. turns out, things were going to be a little more complicated than you had first thought. as you sent the text, you received a call from him.
"hi, love," you said, propping your phone against a napkin holder to see him better. he was sitting on a chair in his hotel room, you figured he must’ve made the call from his laptop, since you could see a mess of documents littering a wooden table.
“hey,” he sighed, you frowned.
“what’s wrong?” you asked, “didn’t get good news today?” you leaned your chin on your fist, your elbow propped on the kitchen island.
“no,” he shook his head, running his hands through his hair. you could see the dark circles under his eyes. “they said that- in order to adopt we-” he sighed before continuing, “at least one of us has to be twenty-eight years old, we have to be married- or prove that we’ve been together for a couple of years, and-” he rambled, you stopped him.
“hey, hey, slow down,” you said, watching as he shook his head in desperation. “charles, i know it looks like we might be in a gray area right now, but we have time. as long as violet can stay in our care, we have time to make sure every requirement is in order. we’re working with the best of the best, we’re all doing what we can. as long as we have violet’s custody, we’ll be okay,”
-
the morning of violet’s first birthday, you woke up extra early, wanting to surprise her. you went downstairs and started hanging decorations, balloons, colored strings, everything you’d bought a few days ago. once everything was finished, you checked her room to make sure she was still asleep, taking the baby monitor with you to the bathroom.
you’d always loved the luxury of taking long, warm showers, but now, with a kid under your care, you’d learned to shower in less than ten minutes. you did your hair in a comfortable way, and threw on some joggers and one of charles’ shirts, walking to violet’s room once you heard her moving around.
“good morning, princess!” you smiled, seeing violet standing up, holding herself up with her fists around the crib. “oh, you’re a big girl now, aren’t you?” you laughed as you approached her, running your hands through her hair, getting the curls away from her face. “you’re going to start walking any day now, miss,” she smiled, bending her knees in excitement, trying to jump as she giggled.
you held her in your arms, pressing soft kisses to the side of her head, to her cheek, her forehead. one of your arms was supporting her under her bum, you noticed that she was in desperate need of a diaper change, but you ignored that at that moment. your other hand was on her back, keeping her close to your chest. you’d installed black-out curtains in her room, to make sure she got as much sleep as possible in the mornings.
“happy first birthday, violet,” you whispered in her ear.
right then, with the little bit of sunlight peeking in through the curtains, for the first time, you felt like her mother. it wasn’t anything extraordinary, that was how you greeted her every morning, but that, you figured, was the beauty of motherhood. finding the special in the most simple and ordinary moments.
you looked up at the ceiling, feeling your eyes starting to burn as they filled with tears. maybe you didn’t have nolan and caroline anymore, but you had violet. and you promised to love her and protect her, raise and cherish her just as much as they would’ve done, had they had the chance.
violet lifted her arm, without measuring her strength, she moved it towards you, hitting you on your face. that brought you out of your thoughts. you laughed as you looked down at her, walking to the changing table you’d set up, you placed her down and changed her.
about thirty minutes later, you heard the front door opening and closing, you’d stayed upstairs with violet, waiting for charles to get there. he was in charge of setting up all of her presents, the ones you’d approved, and the ones charles secretly bought when you fell asleep that night a few weeks ago.
you were on the floor, playing with violet as you two heard the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs. you looked at violet, who was still holding the bright yellow lego, but her eyes were now stuck to the opened door of her bedroom. you pulled out your phone, recording her curious face as her eyes widened in anticipation.
“who’s that?” you asked. you held back a laugh as charles finally appeared in her line of sight.
“where’s the birthday girl?” charles said, kneeling down, he spread his arms to the sides, watching as violet first started crawling her way to him, but then, she stopped. she kept her hands on the floor as she planted her feet on the floor. charles’ eyes widened, you’d told him that violet was standing up, but he hadn’t had the chance to see her.
instantly, you both leaned closer to her, your were both ready to step in and catch her if she couldn’t keep her balance. but, she stood up, she straightened her back as you and charles held your breaths, and then, she took her first steps, rushing to charles’ awaiting arms.
this all happened in a matter of seconds, but to you, it felt like the clock slowed down, like she was moving in slow motion.
her loud squeals brought you back to reality, you saw charles holding her against his chest, still kneeling on the floor.
“oh, you did so good, violet! that’s my big girl,” charles kissed her temple, “i missed you so much. i was gone for a week, and now you’re walking?” he continued talking to her, you stopped recording, placing your phone in the pocket of your sweatpants, kneeling next to your loves. “i thought she was just starting to stand up?” charles asked, you nodded.
“those were her first steps,” you said, voice a little groggy as you kept your eyes on violet, who was playing with charles’ hair, grabbing fistfuls and tugging lightly.
“first steps… first birthday…” charles counted, throwing an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to him. you leaned your head against his shoulder, and violet stopped what she was doing to look at you two.
she was still standing up, charles had a hand on her back to help her up. she looked back and forth from you two, the smiles on your faces were so wide that your cheeks were starting to hurt.
“da!” she said, dropping down to her bum, crawling away, leaving you both speechless.
“first word?” charles breathed, you frowned.
“is ‘da’ even a word?” you asked, mostly annoyed because it was a word that resembled ‘dad’.
“in baby language, i think it is,” he smiled smugly, you rolled your eyes as you turned to violet, picking her up.
“hey, baby. say ‘ma’,” you instructed, violet stayed quiet, then, she opened her mouth.
“da!” she repeated, you sighed, kissing her cheek before passing her off to charles. “da!” she said as she looked at charles.
“yeah, that’s her first word,” you laughed, admitting defeat.
-
six months later, you and violet slipped through the crowd of people, sneaking your way to the ferrari motorhome. it was the first race of the season, and you had to admit, you missed being there.
you’d been with charles for what felt like forever at that point, coming close to eight years. you’d met, fallen in love and started dating as teenagers, and you’d been there every step of his career. your relationship was one that the public had always been curious of, given that you were both extremely private and cautious with what you let the rest of the world see. when you stopped attending the races for almost half of the year last year, people had started wondering if you’d split up. but as you walked with violet in your arms, charles’ hand around your shoulders, that was a clear statement.
you were scared of attending a race with violet, but you were a family now, and you needed to support charles, you knew he needed you there. you were going to stay inside the ferrari hospitality the entire time, away from the cameras and public. you were inside charles’ room, playing with violet whilst he got ready.
violet was starting to speak a bit more, so most of your time was spent over-pronouncing easy words in hopes to get her to repeat them. she was a smart girl. after having her first birthday, first steps and first word all in the same day, you knew you had a little genius in your hands.
“the car goes fast,” you said, moving your lips slowly, watching violet’s eyes go from your lips to your eyes. she babbled, you smiled as you kissed her temple, repeating the sentence again. “the car goes fast,”
“hell yes it does,” charles said, walking in. he had his racing suit on, the zipper was down, though, and you could see his fireproof undershirt. he grabbed violet, who played with the velcro strap.
“don’t swear,” you patted his leg, standing from your spot on the couch. “you ready?” you asked, kissing his cheek. violet noticed, and she did the same, making charles laugh.
“i think so,” he nodded, “i’ve got my two girls here, i can do pretty much anything right now,” he pressed his lips against violet’s temple. “but-”
“charles, we need you for something,” there was a knock on the door, and charles sighed. he’d promised to spend as much time as he could with you, even though you’d promised him it was okay, that he still had to focus and prepare for the race, but he had missed having you there and wanted to stay there with you two.
“it’s okay,” you grabbed violet, who frowned, she’d only gotten a few minutes with charles, why was he leaving again so soon? “we’ll be right here,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss charles’ cheek, but he turned his head, meeting your lips with his.
“i will be right back, okay?” you nodded as he hugged you both. he walked out of the room without looking back, despite how much he wanted to stay.
violet whimpered, you looked down at her and chuckled.
“it’s okay, baby, he’ll be right back, okay?” you sat her down on the couch, “da will be right back,”
as it turned out, violet called both you and charles ‘da’. it was the one word she associated with the two of you. much to charles’ dismay.
“oh, love, it’s okay,” you cooed, noticing violet’s teary eyes. “it’s just for a little while, my love.” you grabbed her again, and started walking around the room, gently rocking her in your arms. she wasn’t a loud crier, but her tears were just as real. “oh, violet, don’t cry, you’re making me cry, too!” you chuckled, pulling her close to your chest.
a few minutes passed, you could still feel your shirt getting damp from her tears, when the door behind you was opened.
“what’s wrong?” charles asked, and violet struggled in your arms. you put her down and she ran to charles.
“dada!” you froze, your eyes went wide as you watched charles crouch and catch violet in his arms. “dada,” she repeated, her tiny arms on his neck.
“it’s- it’s okay, violet. i- dada’s here,” he said, letting out a shaky breath as his eyes met yours.
“charles-” you started, feeling your eyes burning.
“dada,” violet started, turning her head back, “mama!” she called for you. you couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. you just stood there, with wide, teary eyes, as the child that you’d promised to love and raise as if she were your own, called for you. “mama, mama,”
charles was just as shocked as you were, but he snapped out of it first, walking to you once he noticed that you were still processing it.
“d-did she… did she…” you couldn’t finish your question, but charles was already nodding his head.
“dada. mama.” apparently those two words had become violet’s favorite ones. you let out a laugh, wrapping your hands around charles’ back, with violet stuck between your bodies.
“yes, violet. dada and mama are here.” charles said. you just breathed deeply.
-
violet didn’t know what was going on around her. she didn’t know why the people wearing red were standing up, clapping and yelling. she didn’t know why you were standing up as well, with your palms pressed together, covering your mouth. she didn’t know why you had tears in your eyes.
“dada won, violet!” she didn’t understand what that meant, but you were smiling, so she smiled as well. you picked her up in your arms, someone handed you a pair of headphones, you placed them on violet’s ears to protect her from the loud noises.
you’d promised to stay inside the ferrari motorhome, but you weren’t counting on charles getting the first win of the season, his first in a while, his first with his family there with him.
you were escorted to the podium ceremony, arriving just in time to see charles stepping out of the car. he jumped out of the car and ran to his crew, you were breathing fast, your cheeks hurting from smiling so hard, there were tears in your eyes as you watched charles.
“that’s dada,” you told violet, even though she probably couldn’t hear you with all the noise.
you waited a few minutes, for charles to finish getting weighed, before someone talking to him pointed in your direction.
he smiled as he ran to you, wrapping his arms around the two of you.
“that was amazing, my love.” you said, grabbing his face to direct his lips to yours. “i love you so much, you deserve this!” you smiled.
“dada! mama!” violet said, annoyed that you weren’t paying attention to her.
“sorry, violet. dada and mama are here. we love you, too,” charles gave you two one last hug before he had to be taken away for interviews.
-
violet was sleeping between you two, she was curled up on her side, resting her head on charles’ chest. you couldn’t blame her, that was how you loved to fall asleep, too. you couldn’t sleep, you still had that remaining rush of adrenaline running through your system, which made it hard for you to succumb to sleep. you turned to your side, leaning forward to kiss violet’s cheek softly, then charles’ lips. you left the bed, sliding open the door to the balcony.
you could hear people partying out there. you leaned your arms against the railing, thinking about how, if you didn’t have violet, you would probably be out there with them. but you wouldn’t change your little family for anything.
“what are you doing out here?” you heard charles’ sleepy voice, felt his arm around your waist.
“just thinking,”
“about?” he asked, kissing your shoulder. you smiled, turning your head to the side to look at him.
“how i wouldn’t change this for anything in the world,” you answered, biting your bottom lip. “i love you and i love violet, and i’m so lucky to call you both mine,” he didn’t answer, just turned you around so your back was against the railing, his hands on your waist.
“we should make it all official, then,” he said after a few seconds, you leaned back, tilting your head up to look at him. “marry me,”
“charles leclerc, after almost eight years of dating, this is how you’re proposing to me?” you raise an eyebrow, joking to avoid letting tears take over you.
“no,” he shook his head, a small smile on his face, “you deserve something much better. our child needs to be part of it, for starters,”
“of course,” you laughed. you placed your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.
“will you, though?” he asked.
“what?”
“marry me?”
that was a question that you both knew the answer to.
YOU LIGHTLY TWIST IN YOUR DRESS RELISHING IN THE GENTLE SWAY THAT OCCURS AS IT CATCHES AIR. Standing between Kate and Edwina you struggle to fight the grin off your lips. Lady Danbury introduces the three of you to the Queen who stands before you with a pensive stare. You care little to impress her or anyone in attendance really, only to make the most of your travels while your younger sister secures a love match.
“And may I present her daughters, Miss Sharma, Miss (Y/n) Sharma, and Edwina Sharma. My two personal special guests for the season.” Lady Danbury says, though you curtsy the grin does not leave your lips as the Queen meets your gaze. She narrows her eyes at the sight which fuels your amusement as Kate offers a proper smile and Edwina appears in awe.
“A high honor, indeed. I hear you have made quite a journey to join us again after all these years, Lady Mary. If only you had extended the courtesy of offering your Queen a final farewell before you left,” The Queen’s passive aggressive nature makes your smile widen before your lips move faster than your mind can consider.
“If I may? Why should one bother with dreadful goodbyes when we can relish in shocking hellos,” You cut in earning patronizing looks from both your siblings, mother, and Lady Danbury.
“Miss (Y/n) Sharma is it? Some must call you brazen,” The Queen says, tilting your head you chuckle at her false compliment. It does little to stifle the fire that drives your family near insane.
“Some say a mad woman but who am I to correct the Queen?” You tease as your mother rushes to apologize for your incorrigible manners. The Queen raises her hand, halting your mother.
“No apology needed,” The Queen says, a light chuckle leaving her lips as she eyes you. “Maybe there is hope for the Sharma’s yet. Good day Miss (Y/n).”
You curtsy to the Queen as she makes her exit before all eyes fall on you. Lady Danbury announces her love of a challenge before your mother begins her fruitless lecturing.
“Fret not Lady Mary. I believe your mouthy daughter has managed to charm the Queen,” Lady Danbury says and you shrug your shoulders, looking at your mother with a matter-of-fact expression. You immediately excuse yourself from your family before they can stop you. The music’s quaint and you giggle at the sight of a man struggling with the influx of women who surround him. You do not realize how long you watch the circus in front of you until the man meets your eye. His eyebrows furrow as you chuckle and continue on but Lady Danbury catches your elbow.
“You are quite the mercurial creature aren’t you?” Lady Danbury says as she brings you between herself and your mother.
“Oh do I love the influx of compliments here,” Your sardonic smirk earns a soft chuckle from Danbury. Before silence can ensue, Kate points to the man in the sea of women with familiarity.
“The Viscount? I do not believe I have yet made an introduction?” Lady Danbury states but your eyes stay on the women who crowd him.
“Are London ladies always this subtle?” You ask but your mother nudges your side, muttering about your poor manners.
“I believe you Miss (Y/n) will make this year’s social season rather interesting,” She says and you mock a half curtsy as you tell her you aim to please. Before any of you can utter another word a man joins your side. He stands slightly taller than you and his hair hangs slightly below his ears in loose curls. You cannot deny how handsome he appears in his suit with the piercing stare of his light eyes.
“Duke of Wales, I see you join us this evening. Please meet my honored guests. Lady Mary and her daughters. Miss Kate Sharma, Miss Edwina Sharma, and Miss (Y/n) Sharma. Are you entering this season in hope for a match, Lord Beauregard?” Lady Danbury wastes no time and you once again find yourself curtsying. He offers a kind smile before locking eyes with you.
“It is wonderful to meet you all. William Beauregard. I do indeed hope to seek a match. Miss Sharma, may I?” He asks, holding out his hand you grab much like you grab your sisters. In reality you have no real choice, with no tie or public courting to another so no real power to reject him. Neither of you say a word as you walk to the dance floor to join the others. When you both reach an open spot he places his hands on the appropriate spot of your upper hip and in your opposite hand, “You look lovely tonight.”
“And thus worthy of this dance?” You ask as you carefully count your steps in your head. All of your practicing with Kate comes to fruition as you manage to not step on his feet as much as you do with your elder sister.
“Of course not. I just wish to compliment you. I hope I did not offend,” He says, spinning you around when you turn back facing him your usual grin sits on your face. Your family and Lady Danbury watch the two of you and mutter amongst themselves. “You jest?”
“Rather challenge. Any man who considers me a prospect for marriage has to be capable of many things,” You state, your mocking tone’s nothing short of confusing but still William appears with intrigue.
“Then I must inquire what some of those capabilities are,” He asks, tilting your head back a short audible laugh leaves your lips. You doubt him, rightfully so as most men run for the hills after just mere minutes of conversation with you.
“First and most certaintly my capricious nature. No one can quite figure me out even I am confused on the matter,” You state but as he insists you continue, it brings you pause, the songs nearing an end but the Duke’s eyes stay on you. “I have no idea what I want with this life. I have no intention to marry or seek love, at least not now and I only entertain this drivel to appease my mama.”
“Why not stay back in India?” He asks as the song stops, you both curtsy. Backing up you chuckle once more, your mocking nature staying at the forefront of your tongue, “And miss this opportunity to travel? Thank you for this lovely dance my Lord but I do insist your pursuits of marriage with me will be fruitless.”
“Good day Miss—Sharma,” He trails off as you already journey back to find Edwina on her way to the dance floor. Lady Danbury and your mother trail off leaving you and Kate to linger about. Kate wastes no time in asking you about your experience with the Duke.
“I can assure you if he still has interest in me after that the Duke is without a mind,” You joke, taking Kate’s arm she lectures you no differently from Mama. She drones on about the importance of finding a man to wed you. You roll your eyes and follow her lead around the room. “For Edwina yes a love filled marriage but sister why can’t I be like you. You seem happy, are you not?”
“Besides the point sister—“ She says but stops mid-sentence as her eyes stick to the dance floor. You follow her gaze to the Viscount seemingly struggling with the young lady on the dance floor. It resembles your many practices with Kate which you would find every excuse under the sun to not partake in.
“How did you meet the Viscount? He seems rather high strung. If I may be so lucky maybe I will be able to vex him before the seasons end,” You say as two of you watch him, before she can scold you the two of you watch him exit the room. Kate says nothing before exiting the exact same doors as the Viscount, you consider following her before finding yourself a glass of wine. You wander the emptier corridors to escape the lion’s den, the art and vases take your eye but you find the feeling of them beneath your fingertips most pleasurable.
“Oh my apologies I was not aware anyone was in here,” You flinch as you whip around to find William in the doorframe of the unoccupied room. He speaks fast as he says he will go before muttering another apology. The stir in your chest makes your eyes roll as you call out his name.
“Mister Beauregard. You can stay if you like. It’s not my home so who am I to dictate who goes about where,” Shrugging your shoulders you turn back to the portrait in front of you. The frame beneath your fingers reveals intricate patterns with meticulous detail.
“I am not Mister Beauregard, only William,” He says, holding out his hand as he wears an inviting smile which you accept.
“And I, (Y/n).” You say, smiling back before silence consumes the room. The candles light the room but it still remains dim. You know if someone was to discover the two of you unchaperoned there could be a large scandal. “Shouldn’t you be attending to many eligible ladies bringing desperate horror to your night of search. The way they flock to the Viscount I can only imagine the line at your door.”
“As dreadfully true as your words are in actuality it is the mothers that bring the true horror. Constantly listing off all the reasons why I should consider their daughters,” He says but as a laugh leaves your lips he questions what you find funny in his words.
“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? Oh no I am the Duke, a man free to do what I please, constantly at the whim of no one?” You ask, taking his glass from his hand you walk over to the couch taking a seat.
“I was not trying to feign hardship, rather partake in your uh—banter. I fear I am uncertain how to speak with you,” He says, taking a seat on the arm of the opposite end of the couch. Finishing his glass you tilt your head back on the back of the couch to take in the high ceiling.
“Fear not, I already warned you of my nature as well as my intentions. I take little serious and enjoy moments of serenity just as much as I relish in chaos. This Lady Whistledown character of London. Rather a sneaky minx, I love that,” You explain, turning your head on the side you enjoy the view of the ceiling with William silently observing you in the corner of your eye. At first he says nothing and the pause between the two of you stills the room as you watch the ceiling and he watches you.
“You are an enigma Miss (Y/n). It’s rather refreshing,” Breaking the silence he watches as you move your gaze from the ceiling to his smiling face. Though he looks at you, you note the far off look in his eyes. You consider asking where his mind travels off but instead leaves him on his mental voyage. You shrug your shoulders telling him to tell your mother that. “I suppose your mother does not share my sentiment.”
“To my mother I am a mannerless wild child. I am fortunate she is not cruel but I know she does not understand me nay she does not try to,” You say, bring your elbow up onto the couch you support your head with your hand. Your fingers drum against your cheek as you are certain you will soon have to rejoin the party.
“Well then if not in your presence to court you may I be in your presence as your friend?” He rises to his feet holding out his hand to you once more. Your eyebrows furrow as you find yourself once again charming an individual of a station far above your own.
“This will not aid you in your search for a wife,” You point out glancing between his easy going expression and his waiting hand.
“You are not the only one who has been put in this season without a choice,” He says but still you do not move from the couch. The glint that flashes across his eyes you know all too well before he mimics your troublemaking tone, “Also you assume yourself to have ever been an option for yours truly.”
Your jaw drops as you fail to fight the large smile that overtakes your features, slapping his hand away you rise to your feet. You cross your arms over your chest before sizing him up, he places his hands in his pockets smirking at your expression, “Color me impressed the oh so wonderful Duke of Wales.”
The rest of the party you and the Duke find yourself in proximity around the party. Between every dance that pulls you both away from each other you find yourselves laughing at whatever nonsense the other concocts.
“William! You have no idea the joy it brings me to know another man of English nobility is here to weather the dreadful storm of women hoping to secure an advantageous marriage,” You say nothing as the Viscount greets William. It only takes mere seconds before you learn the close relationship between the two families.
“Anthony meet Miss (Y/n) Sharma. Miss Sharma this is Viscount Anthony Bridgerton,” William says, curtsying you make no attempt to speak as he stares at you. He narrows his eyes before realization strikes his features.
“Miss Sharma, you were laughing at me earlier. May I ask what was funny?” The question makes both you and William chuckle. Anthony’s gaze bounces between the two of you, “Fast friends I see.”
“Well my lord, the question tis not what was funny but merely what was not funny. First you manage to find a woman who dances worse than I but your best act was your stammering as you tried to maintain multiple conversations with a crowd of women. How can one not laugh at the wondrous show you put on tonight? Bravo!” Your kind smile and clapping hands does not falter despite the verbal lashing you give out without reason. William bites the inside of his cheek as he eyes his old friend closely. Though he does not say it, your humbling words may come of benefit to the ever arrogant Bridgerton.
“You speak with such hostility. Do we have some history I am forgetting?” He asks, shaking your head you scan the room for your sisters.
“Not at all, Mister Bridgerton. As I have warned your dear friend, my erratic nature can be off putting to many. I ride the border of blunt and rude. Like balancing on a verbal tightrope, heaven knows which way I’ll lean each conversation. Good day to the both of you. It has been a rather wonderful night, might I say,” You do a final curtsy before leaving Anthony in utter confusion. He watches you walk off before turning to William who speaks up first.
“Every question you may have I promise you seeking out answers only arises more questions,” William bites his bottom lip as amusement takes his features. Anthony wastes no time in asking about your place in the social season. “That is the plight our dear quandary voices no interest in marriage or even love. She plays this game for her dear mother with no intention to win. She does come with two sisters.”
“That makes her my perfect bride,” Anthony says, watching as you join your mother, his shoulders fall at the sight of the arm you hang onto. Kate catches his gaze on you, she mutters something to you to which you follow her gaze. Anthony makes no attempt to look away as you look up, mischief sits in your eyes before you raise your head high and turn back to your sister who glares daggers toward the Viscount. Kate’s not the only one to notice the watchful eyes, Lady Danbury and your mother stand together just a few feet away.
“Well Lady Mary it seems the mouthy one has gained the attention of not only the Queen but both the Duke of Wales and the Viscount. As I said, she will make this an interesting season indeed.”
a/n: this is something new I'm starting! A series based on getting a message from an unknown number, to which you find out is Tom Hiddleston... the idea sounded cute to me, ok? hope you enjoy!
| Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty-One | Twenty-Two | Twenty-Three | Twenty-Four | Twenty-Five | Twenty-Six | Twenty-Seven | Twenty-Eight |
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warnings: none... for now. will be a slight age gap I guess? reader is 25, so make that 15. Not bad though
“(Y/N), are you almost ready?!” Your best friend’s voice rang loud from downstairs. You were currently in the process of trying to decide between the emerald dress or the royal blue. Tonight was one of Hollywood’s biggest parties and you had the privilege of attending, thanks to your best friend being buddy-buddy with various stars thanks to her work in the movie business.
“Yeah,” You called back out. “Give me about fifteen minutes.”
Grumbling to yourself, you jerked both dresses out of the closet and surveyed them. Emerald would accent your curves, while the royal blue looked sleeker, sexier. It’s not like you were sixteen and trying to impress high-school boys. You were all but twenty-five and a grown-ass woman. Although you had the mindset of a thirty-year-old, which made you seem much older than truly spoken.
As you were about to yell for your best friend to come upstairs and just choose for you, your phone buzzed with a text message. More than likely it was from your boss, asking if you had the completed documents she needed for Tuesday morning’s meeting, to which you could say yes. You ensured before you had fun, your daily duties were completed, especially when it came to working.
You glanced down at your phone to see that it was entirely unknown to you with an area code you recognized as none other than California.
Thanks for a spectacular time, darling. Can’t wait to do it again. xo T.H.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. At first, you thought to neglect the message, but you smirked.
Not sure what we did that was spectacular, but glad I could rock your world.
Snickering, you smiled to yourself and put your phone down, only to have to sound off once again.
It was from the same number.
My apologies, I must have texted the wrong number. Nice of you to play along though.
You inhaled and read the text over, thinking maybe this was the time to block the number and never text again, but for some odd reason, you felt obliged to entertain the individual.
Funny. If you and this person had such a great time, you’d think you would’ve texted the right number. Or maybe she just gave you the wrong number.
Did that sound harsh? Playful? You didn’t bother to think it over. You quickly pressed send and thought of an idea. Snapping a picture of the two dresses side by side, you sent it to the random number.
Emerald or royal?
You pressed send and waited. A few minutes passed by and you thought maybe you had pissed the person off. As you were about to just say screw it and throw on the royal blue, your phone buzzed.
Emerald. It’s a ravishing color. Accent with gold.
Your mouth fell open slightly and you giggled, throwing on the emerald dress. Taking the texter’s advice, you accented the dress with gold earrings and a few bracelets. Strapping on a pair of heels, you were ready to call it done. Checking your phone, you saw that the person had immediately double-texted upon sending the dress selection.
Based on the situation we encountered, I don’t think I would’ve gotten the wrong number. Could be wrong though. Thanks for the entertainment though.
Laughing, you walked downstairs to see your best friend with keys in hand.
“There you are,” She groaned. “Are you ready?”
You nodded and walked out of the door, racing to your best friend’s car. You thought about what to send the person back. You didn’t want to end the conversation there, so you decided to amp it up slightly.
So you slept with her. Got it, you’re saying your sex game is off the charts. Typical man.
Immediately, a response.
Who says you can’t have a good time without sex being involved? Sex isn’t everything. And did you just assume my gender?
You begged to differ, but then again, you weren’t getting much action on the side lately. You had a few flings, a long-term relationship with a few men, but as of now, you were quite alone in your bed at night.
Oo, I pinched a nerve, didn’t I? Sorry. Calling it for what it is… and based on the premise of your text, I’d say you're a male.
“Who are you texting? You’re smiling like an idiot.” Your best friend questioned you suddenly from the driver’s seat. You snickered, shaking your head.
“Some guy randomly texted me,” You inferred that he was a man. You could be completely wrong, though. “Just having some fun.”
Ding! There went the phone.
No nerves were pinched. You think you’re hilarious. That’s perfectly fine.
You chuckled.
Are you a male though? Serious question.
Yes. I presume you’re female?
You got it. You signed your text with T.H. What’s that stand for?
You waited for a response, only to have nothing for about thirty minutes. But when you did receive a notification, it was your Twitter. You and your best friend arrived at the party and before long, you pushed the guy’s random texting to the back of your mind as you danced and drank. The party was filled with Hollywood’s elites and your best friend proudly introduced you to many.
Before long, the night grew dark and you were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Once you arrived home and your best friend helped you into your bedroom for the night, your phone sounded off with a notification.
I apologize, I was at a party. But the T stands for Thomas, but you can call me Tom.
You read it over. Tom? You didn’t know any Tom’s. That was a first.
And the H? You tipsy-texted him.
Not too sure if I should tell you, yet.
Chuckling, you sighed.
You’re gonna make me work for it? Ugh. I’ll figure it out on my own. My first guess isssssss Harrison.
You sent the text and struggled to keep your eyes open.
As he texted back again, you read it over.
Harrison? Nice guess, but wrong. What’s your name?
Your fingers moved lazily over the keys of your phone.
(Y/N). you’ll have to work for the rest. But i’ll figure yours out… Thommmmass. Bet your ass is nice
Before your eyes officially closed, you read the final text.
Based on that text, you might be tired. Get some rest. We may talk again soon.
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