would you consider doing more little leclerc? like her getting lost and stressed out by the paparazzi and her brothers saving her 🤍
She knew she shouldn't go too far from the garage when she was alone with Charles, but it wasn't her fault this time.
She had only thought she saw Max walk by and wanted to say hello, but it turned out to be a reporter who wasted no time asking her questions when he recognized her.
The reporter's loud voice attracted fans and other journalists. Soon she found herself surrounded.
"What do you think of your brother? Do you think he's good?"
"The best!" she answered quickly.
"Is it true he wants to leave Ferrari? What other teams is he looking at?"
She frowned. "We're on the red team..."
"What do you think of the bad reviews Charles is getting?"
"Charlie is getting...?" she asked, confused, not understanding the question.
"Have you ever seen him cry?"
Y/N tried to understand everything they were asking her, but she didn't understand half of what they were saying.
"Charles never cries," she answered quickly, finally a question she knew the answer to. "Except when we watch Finding Nemo!"
She tried to move forward, but the flashes blinded her, and the reporters didn't budge.
Her knees hit the ground and bled.
Her eyes filled with tears at that moment, and she wanted to find her brother, but her view was blocked by the legs of all those reporters. She was surrounded, hurt, and starting to get scared.
Luckily for her, one of her brothers appeared. He pushed one of the men aside and quickly lifted her up.
It was Charles.
As soon as she saw him, Y/n started to cry. Through her tears, she didn't hear Charles shouting and cursing at all those reporters, swearing it would be the last time any of them set foot in the paddock.
When they returned to the garage, Charles's heavy hand in her hair calmed her completely.
"I'm sorry, Charlie, I just wanted to say hello to Max."
"Shh," he soothed her, "it's not your fault, love. Let's get those wounds treated."
An hour later, when Max found out what had happened, he went to greet her himself, along with Penelope, so she could play with
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: To bring together two souls destined to be together, but with time running out, it was a very cruel twist of fate.
A/n: English is not my first language!!
MASTERLIST
Her heart was broken.
Literally, her heart was broken.
It wasn't working as it should; it was damaged and beyond repair.
She was dying.
And she felt so relieved.
When the doctor told her that her life expectancy was only about a year, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders.
After years of going from one treatment to another, trying medications that only made her feel worse, seeing the pitying looks on the faces of her friends and family... it would finally end.
She didn't feel guilty for wanting to be dead.
That life wasn't life. Suffering all the time shouldn't be considered living.
She felt that her soul had departed long ago, and now her body would finally follow.
However, she made it her goal to create precious memories with the people closest to her.
Among them, her brother.
She took her savings, those meant for a future that would never come, and used them to buy tickets for the only sport his brother enjoyed with a wild passion:
Formula One.
Shespent more than half her savings on it, but the look of pure joy on her brother's face made it all worthwhile.
She had to admit, the paddock was quite beautiful. There were tons of people, dressed in their favorite team's jerseys, shouting with excitement and, above all, taking pictures of everything they saw.
Laughing at her brother when him do the same.
The first two practice sessions had already passed, and it was time to leave, but his little brother was still talking to people he had met there.
"They want to go to a bar," he said excitedly. "They'll show replays of the practice sessions, and we're going to discuss them! Can we come?"
Before she could answer, she was seized by a coughing fit. Her brother approached, concerned, but she held her hands up to keep him still.
"I'm fine," she managed to say. She saw his brother glance at the group moving further and further away. "Go with them," she urged.
"No, no. We'll go to the hotel so you can rest."
"I'll go to the hotel to rest, and you'll go with them. I want you to have a good trip." Her brother shook his head. "Please, brother. You can't contradict me."
"You can't use your illness against me!" he accused, but ended up laughing. "You'll let me know when you get there and if you need anything, okay?"
"Yes, I promise. Now go before they leave." She pushed him slightly. Her brother dodged his hands and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead.
She watched him leave with the group until he disappeared into the crowd. spun around, trying to figure out which way the exit was.
Y/N kept walking, half-lost, trying to get back to where she'd been because she was sure she wasn't supposed to be there.
She pulled out her phone, trying to find her current location. She spun around and saw a red blur a couple of meters away.
But it wasn't a blur; it was one of the Ferrari guys... and he didn't look well.
Charles was hunched over, his hands on his knees, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. His face was contorted in pain.
Y/N froze, lowered her phone, and took a step back, not wanting him to notice her.
She could almost hear her brother yelling at her for not getting an autograph and a photo with the driver, but she knew this wasn't a good time.
She took two steps back successfully, until on the third she stumbled and fell. Her back hit the pavement, her phone flying a few feet away.
She cursed, getting up quickly, only to find herself staring into a pair of clear eyes.
Charles froze, completely paralyzed by the sight of such a beautiful woman looking at him.
That's when he remembered why he was there in the first place.
After those terrible practices, he'd felt a pressure in his chest and a suffocating sensation that almost made it hard to breathe.
He practically ran to hide in a place he knew wasn't very crowded.
His eyes flicked down to the phone at his feet and then back to the girl.
"Were you recording me?" he asked, a little more agitated than he intended. His team would kill him if there was a video of him having a seizure.
"No, of course not," Y/N bent down to pick up her phone from the floor. "I didn't mean to bother you, I'm sorry. I tried to leave discreetly, but being clumsy isn't my thing." She took a deep breath, trying not to start rambling in front of a famous pilot. "Sorry, I'll go."
She turned around so quickly that she tripped over her own feet again. Charles rushed to grab her arm and steady her.
"You're really clumsy," he said without thinking.
Y/N frowned at him. "That wasn't very nice."
"You said so yourself earlier."
"Yes, but only I can say that," she replied matter-of-factly.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make fun of you." Charles smiled unconsciously. "What's your name?"
"Y/N," she answered.
Charles repeated the name, almost savoring it. "My name is Charles..."
"Leclerc, I know. My brother never stops complaining about Ferrari."
The driver couldn't help but chuckle.
"It seems like everyone's doing it these days," he shrugged. "I guess I'm not his favorite."
"He's with Lando right now, sorry."
"And you? Which one are you with?"
Y/N thought for a moment. "I don't know much about them, but Oscar's good." Then she remembered she was talking to a driver and quickly added, "And you, of course! The way you take the... er... corners! That's fascinating."
Charles burst out laughing, and the girl blushed with embarrassment.
"I should probably go," she said, taking a few steps back.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N."
It was a miracle she found the exit after that conversation. She told her brother what had happened, omitting the part about seeing him unwell, and was yelled at for not asking for photos or autographs.
On qualifying day, his brother looked around excitedly.
"Do you think he'll remember you? You could ask him to let us into the garages!"
"First of all, I talk to a celebrity for a minute and you think we're best friends?" he asked playfully. "And second, do you know how many fans he meets a day? Thousands. There's no reason for him to remember me."
"Then how do you explain his assistant walking towards us with two passes in his hand?"
"How do you know who is his...?"
"Y/n," a male voice interrupted, "Are you Y/n?"
"Yes..."
A look of relief crossed his face.
"Great, I almost thought I wouldn't find you in all these people." He took a breath after the race and ended up extending two passes. "These are for you."
Y/n's brother rushed to take them before the girl could refuse.
"Thank you very much."
Andrea nodded. "I hope you enjoy them." he turned to leave, but turned back when he remembered something. "And please stop by the Ferrari garage before qualifying."
The atmosphere in the garages was thick with adrenaline. You could feel the tension of the race in the air.
Her brother made sure to go to the McLaren garage and managed to get a picture with Lando, except the driver was in the background of the photo, but he didn't seem to mind.
Seeing him so happy was worth every bit of pain he was feeling at that moment. The fatigue and shortness of breath she felt almost constantly were only bearable thanks to her smile.
When they arrived at the Ferrari, her brother took more than twenty photos of her with the cars and the drivers' pictures.
She got up from the ground next to the car, breathing slowly. Her brother ran over when he saw Hamilton nearby.
"Do you want a picture with the driver?" Charles asked, arriving with a smile. "I'm more than happy to do it."
Y/N turned around slowly. "I'm fine, thanks."
Charles bit the inside of his cheek, thinking about what to say, but he didn't have time because Y/N started coughing.
He didn't think twice before taking her hand and pulling her over to where there were water bottles. He took one and opened it for her.
"Here." Y/N took the water and tried to calm herself enough to take a sip.
Once she had, she leaned against the wall, exhausted.
"Are you okay?" He asked, genuinely concerned.
"Yes, I'm sorry. It happens to me often." He took another sip of water and then set it aside. He looked at the driver and smiled. "The passes weren't necessary, but thank you."
"I had to do something so I could see you again." He shrugged, as if it were nothing.
"You wanted to see me again?"
"Of course I did."
"Are you this good to your fans?"
"So you're my fan?"
"I asked first."
"I love all my fans," he replied, adding, "and I know what's worth pursuing."
"And that would be?"
"You." A simple answer, but so full of meaning. "Something inside me tells me I'll regret it for the rest of my life if I don't try."
"If you don't try what?"
"If I don't try to keep you in my life." He took a step closer. "I want, and I think it's a matter of life and death, a date with you."
Y/N laughed, but then thought about it.
"If you finish in the top three, you can ask for my cell phone number."
"And if I win?" he took a step closer. "What will you give me?"
"If you win..." Y/N bit her lower lip. "If you win, you can ask me out."
Charles smiled broadly.
"I hope you know that when I have a good prize, I can be very ambitious."
"I'm counting on it." They called the driver to start. "Good luck."
"I don't need it." He winked and smiled, showing his dimples.
Five seconds later, his brother was by his side.
"What did he say?" he asked anxiously.
Y/N shrugged. "Nothing important... he just asked me out."
"I'll have Charles Leclerc as a brother-in-law," he whispered in amazement. "I'll have paddock passes for life."
She looked at him with a frown. "Is that all you care about? Really?" She shook her head. "Anyway, I told him no."
"What?! Are you crazy?"
"Shh," she quickly said, trying to silence him. "Can you not make a scene?" Of course I said no, but I told him he could ask for my number if he qualified near the top.
"You're mean, little sister," her brother said, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. "Try marrying him, for the sake of the family."
Y/N punched him in the ribs, but didn't back away.
Charles drove so well that the commentators were shocked. After some terrible practice sessions, no one expected him to qualify P3.
Charles battled a bad strategy, nineteen other cars, and a car he wasn't entirely comfortable in, all for that phone number.
He got out of the car, smiling victoriously, gave his interview to the press, and when he finally returned to the garage, Y/N was nowhere to be seen.
His smile almost vanished until Andrea approached him with a piece of paper in her hand.
"Hey, Romeo, good qualifying," she said, handing him the paper. "You earned it."
Charles looked at the number written in it. "I did."
"I hope this girl is worth making me search the entire paddock for her."
Charles laughed. "I think she's worth it all."
Andrea teased him, but let it go.
Y/N was lying in her hotel bed, eyes closed, but not asleep.
Her phone buzzed with a new message from an unknown number.
"I'm glad you kept your word."
She smiled and replied.
"You earned it."
A moment later he called her. She was flustered, unsure whether to answer or not, but ended up agreeing.
"Hello?"
"Hello," came the driver's cheerful voice. "I had to make sure it was really you, you know."
"Totally, you can't risk giving your number to just anyone."
"Sure, you can save me now that we've confirmed it's you."
"Hmm, I don't know." "Nowhere in our agreement did it say I had to schedule you, right?"
"It was implied. You can schedule me as 'love,' I don't mind."
"Love, huh?" She laughed, and he swore. "What was that? Did you just swear?"
"Your laugh is so beautiful, and it makes me angry that I'm not there to hear it in person. But don't worry, I'll win the race."
"And then what?" she asked, playing dumb as if she didn't know exactly what that implied.
"Then," he said in a low, seductive voice, "we'll go on our first, and definitely not our only, date. And you'll have such a good time that you'll laugh all night. Just for me."
"Wow. You really thought of everything."
"Don't let me start with our kids' names."
She laughed again, louder this time.On race day, Charles felt invincible. He felt like he could conquer the world and no one could stop him.
They stayed up late talking on the phone, and it was her idea to end it. If it were up to him, they'd still be talking.
It was strange for her to feel so... upbeat. For the past few months, she'd been determined to give up.
But maybe, just maybe, she could allow herself to be happy for a couple of hours, days, or however long that feeling in her chest lasted.
Once again, she walked with her brother toward the Ferrari garage.
Today she'd woken up more tired than usual, so she walked slowly, taking breaks every few steps to breathe deeply.
By the time they arrived, Charles was anxious, thinking she wasn't going to show up.
Until he saw her walk through the door, and all that anxiety vanished. He approached quickly, knowing he didn't have much time before the race started.
Y/N saw him before he got closer and smiled at him. He smiled back, but frowned when he noticed she was hot.
"Is it hot outside? Let me get you some water." He walked away quickly and returned with cold water and a couple of cans of soda because he wasn't sure what she wanted to drink. He pointed to some seats in the back. "Sit over there, where's your brother?"
"I think he ran after Vestappen, I don't know, he abandoned me."
"You have my number. You should have told me you'd arrived and I would have walked you."
They sat down and he handed her all the drinks to choose from.
"Thanks," she took the water and sighed, stretching her legs.
"You're really tired, aren't you?"
"A guy kept me up late chatting. I didn't get all my sleep."
"How cruel, keeping a pretty girl like you awake." He shook his head. "But I'm sure he enjoyed every minute of that chat."
"I'm sure he did, because he laughed at every bad joke I made."
"To be fair, you're quite funny." An assistant approached to tell her they were waiting for him. Charles's face fell.
Y/N smiled at him. "Go, I'll be right here when you get back."
"But if I leave now, I probably won't see you until after the race."
"I'll stay here even after the race, waiting for you." She gestured for him to come a little closer. When he was at eye level, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Good luck, Charles."
Charles stared into her eyes, mesmerized. How had he lived so long like this? Without this overwhelming feeling that coursed through his body every time he saw her, heard her, or touched her?
"I'm going to win this race," he said with determination, "even if I have to crash into every car out there. And when I do, Y/N, I'll come straight to you to claim my prize, understand?"
"Loud and clear," she smiled. "Go."
Charles won the race. he climbed onto that podium with pride, knowing he would remember that race until the day he died, with a smile on his lips, knowing he had won more than just a podium or a trophy.
When Y/N saw him enter the garage, a blush spread across her cheek. Her brother teased her from behind.
Charles ignored everyone and walked straight to her.
"Well," she began as he approached, "a deal's a deal..."
The driver interrupted her, cupping her cheeks and lowering his head so their lips touched.
Y/N was sure the way her heart was beating couldn't be good for her. But damn it, that didn't matter to her at that moment.A whole month passed.
If anyone asked Charles, it had been the happiest month of his life.
Until that afternoon, when he had to face reality.
He'd been going back and forth during the week, talking on the phone until late at night, and even sending letters in the mail when he was feeling particularly inspired.
He was in love. Incredibly in love.
Charles nervously bounced one leg up and down, anxiously biting his nails.
Y/N had called him that afternoon and asked to talk, but that was all she said.
And Charles wondered how he'd messed everything up so quickly. He knew he could be a little intense sometimes, and that it could easily tire people, but he'd tried not to overdo it this time.
Was it because he gave her a bouquet of flowers every time he saw her? Was he flattering her too much? Why couldn't he keep his hands off her?
Maybe he'd gone too far when he told her he'd already picked a wedding date. But she'd laughed! He didn't think he'd gone too far.
A thud echoed through his apartment, and he jumped up so fast he bumped into the living room table.
He cursed on his way to the door. When he opened it, the first thing he noticed were her teary eyes and her shifty, guilty gaze.
"Oh," he said, "so you are going to leave me, aren't you?"
"Charles..."
He ushered her inside. If he was going to be dumped, he'd do it in the privacy of his own place, not in the hallway where they could see him.
"I went too far, didn't I? Was it the five kids thing? That wasn't entirely true! Four is fine."
"What?" she looked at him, confused.
"Are you leaving me because I'm too intense?"
"No, Charles, of course not. This was one of the best months of my life."
"Then...? What did I do wrong?"
"It's me, Charles," she sighed and sat down in her armchair, clutching her head in her hands. He swore he heard a sob.
Charles approached slowly and knelt in front of her. He took her hands and gently moved them from her face to look at her.
Her tears broke his heart.
"My love, what's happening?"
"I'm dying," she said, her voice cracking. "My heart... it just isn't working."
Charles froze, but when he reacted, he pulled her to his chest and held her close. He remained like that in silence for a long time, until she spoke.
"Fate is too cruel," she murmured against his chest. "Why would it put you in my path, only to have you taken away from me later?"
Just when she had the most desire to live, she was dying. And to think that only months ago she would have given anything to go, now she prayed to stay.
But this wasn't a movie, where miracles appeared through the magic of the script. This was reality.
And the reality was that she was dying. And there was nothing Charles could do to save her. There was no way in this life to keep Y/n with him.
Charles took a deep breath and said, his voice breaking, but as firm as he could, trying to project a confidence he didn't possess:
"Then we'll make it worthwhile. From now on, I'll make sure not another second of your life is wasted."
"You brought joy to my life, but I can't ask you to do it until my dying day. It's not fair to you."
"I'm here, my love, and I'm not going anywhere. You can't push me away. You can try if you want, but I'm not going anywhere. Ever."
Charles had to face reality, and he handled it better than she expected.
The thing was, Charles had lost many people in his past and knew exactly what they looked like when death was near. And Y/N had that aura. Time was running out, and they needed a miracle.
It was four very difficult months, but filled with happiness.
His family met her, he met hers, he took her everywhere until her condition prevented her from traveling anymore and she had to be hospitalized. And even then, he made every moment in the hospital so special.
With the season over, he was able to dedicate every moment to her, and with every moment, he became more convinced that she was the love of his life.
He entered her room with a coffee in his hand while her brothers said goodbye.
"Tired?" he asked, seeing her with her eyes almost closed.
"Yes," she laughed a little. "I love my brothers, but I don't think I can stand having them all together in the same room. They always find a way to fight about something."
"It's part of being siblings." He approached her and placed a kiss on her forehead, then moved to each cheek and finished on her lips. "I missed you, sweetheart."
"You only went for a coffee." She laughed as best she could and ended up coughing. He quickly gave her water and gently stroked her back in circles.
"Charles," the doctor called from the doorway.
Charles kissed her hand before letting go and going to the doctor.
Y/N watched him leave and closed her eyes, tired."Charles," the doctor called from the doorway.
Charles kissed her hand before letting go and going to the doctor.
Y/n watched him leave and closed her eyes, exhausted.
"Doctor, did something happen?" he asked once he was out of the room.
The doctor looked at him with bright eyes and told what he so desperately wanted to hear.
"We have a donor."
Charles breathed a sigh of relief for the first time in months.
"Now?"
"It has to be right away. They're bringing the organ directly from a nearby hospital. They have to fill out some paperwork..."
"Thank you," the pilot interrupted, his voice breaking with tears. "This is wonderful..."
Suddenly, a beep.
A long beep.
One he knew shouldn't have sounded.
Charles rushed into the room, desperate, when he understood what was happening, followed by a group of nurses.
Y/n's heart stopped.
He saw everything in slow motion. The doctors shouting orders, Y/n being intubated, the noise of the machines reminding him that the love of his life was slipping away.
While they were resuscitating her, they rushed to the operating room, trying to get there in time.
Hoping to save her.
Charles went as far as they allowed him.
And he began to pray.
And he prayed, and prayed, and prayed.
To whatever thing, or god, was up there. He promised many things, some of them incoherent, but he didn't care. He was willing to give his own soul to the devil if it meant Y/n would be okay.
Hours passed, which felt like days, when the doctor came out.
Charles got up quickly, asking for his girlfriend.
The doctor began to speak, explaining everything that had happened until he said the words that shook Charles's world.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Max finally works up the courage to ask the girl he likes out.
A/n: English is not my first language!!
MASTERLIST
Max watched Y/n from afar as she read a different book than the one she'd brought yesterday.
He'd grown accustomed to seeing her finish books of over five hundred pages in hours. It seemed astonishing to him, especially since he himself wasn't a frequent reader.
He glanced at his watch; it was two minutes to noon. He'd only known her for a few years; she was the daughter of one of the lead engineers and usually showed up at almost every race day or practice session.
He knew her so well that he knew that in two minutes, she'd put the book down and get up to grab some food. Y/n always followed a routine when she was in the garage, and he'd practically memorized it.
He couldn't help but circle around her; it was as if a gravitational force were constantly pulling him in her direction. Or perhaps it was simply that he was trying to stay as close to her as possible.
He watched her close the book and put it in her bag. Max adjusted his position against the wall and walked closer.
Was he going to pretend to run into her on the way to the cafeteria? Absolutely, it wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last, that he'd use lame excuses or fabricated scenarios just to end up talking to her.
You'd think the four-time world champion would have more courage to ask the girl he liked out.
He bumped into her slowly as she left the garage.
"Sorry, Max! I didn't see you," she apologized quickly.
"It was my fault, I was distracted," he lied. "Are you going to the cafeteria?"
"Yes, I'm starving," she laughed a little. "Are you going there? We can have lunch together, if you want!"
"I'd love to," she smiled at him, and they started walking together. "I don't like eating alone, so you're saving me."
"It's nothing, I don't like eating alone either. Besides, you're good company."
"You too," he gently nudged her with his shoulder. "What are you reading now?"
Max really wanted to remember the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about the Books she reads
"Cell division," she answered excitedly.
There was something else that fascinated him about her. She was a damn genius. She could read books fast and probably remember every single word.
"Cell division?"
"It's more exciting than it sounds, I swear."
"I don't doubt it." He opened the door and let her in first. "Choose a table."
Max knew she would choose a table by the window. He followed her as she began to talk about mitosis.
"What's your next read?"
"I've run out of books. I need to get more. I was thinking of reading something about the nervous system."
Max smiled at her. "There's a bookstore near the hotel if you want to go."
"Maybe I could take advantage of that and get some of my favorite books in other editions? Perhaps they have The Little Prince in French?"
"We could ask." She shrugged. He shifted nervously and cleared his throat. "And maybe, if you have the time and if you want to, of course..."
"Yes...?"
"Could we go to dinner afterward? There's a nice restaurant I think you might like."
"Like a date?"
"I mean, if that's okay with you."
"Absolutely," she nodded. "I've been waiting for you to ask me out."
"Really?"
"Of course. Do you think I talk about cell division with everyone?"
Max laughed. "I guess not. And I'd be very offended if you did."
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Charles has a stalker, he insists it's not serious, but when his house is invaded and the threatening notes start, his security team insists on hiring a personal bodyguard.
MASTERLIST
A/n: English is not my first language!! This wasn't supposed to be this long, but here's this 4.1k word fic
Charles was used to fans and paparazy following him everywhere or trying to contact him at all hours.
So when he started receiving many messages from the same person, he didn't worry. He even found the username "Myhusband_Leclerc" funny. They seemed friendly, always commenting, liking his posts and sending loving messages to DM. Despite the thousands of comments he received daily, that user stood out.
Then things got a little weirder when Charles replied to some of they comments just thanking
He had not been special, he liked to respond from time to time for the support he received, and even more so now that the races had not been good.
But apparently, Myhusband_Leclerc, believed it was an invitation to harass him further. It was "mild" at first, commenting more and showing more presence, then they started sending DM's at all hours and when he saw that it didn't help, they started writing to several people close to the driver to find out his location and what he was doing.
Then someone broke into his apartment and stole some things such as; his toothbrush, pajamas, deodorant, and a few other things.
It was then that the team, more than anything Fred, decided to intervene with the help, of course, of the police.
While he was in the paddock there was already security helping the drivers keep everything in order, but given the events, Fred decided that he would have a personal bodyguard.
"I think is a bit exaggerated" he told him when the new measure was announced.
"Just this week, three letters arrived with photos of you"
Fred took out a brown envelope and showed it to him, inside were photos of him at the hotel, paddock and restaurants taken from a distance. All of them had "mine" written in red fiber and hearts on the sides. Charles grimaced at the sight.
"Whether or not to bring you a bodyguard is not this discussion, at least until this is controlled"
"Okay" he gave up.
"Well, she should arrive shortly. I want you to meet her and get along, you'll spend a lot of time together."
"She?"
A knock on the door and someone entered. Charles looked over his shoulder and saw a woman, she looked about his age or maybe just a litlle younger. She was serious, her posture was straight and she reminded Charles of a soldier.
Fred waved her in, rising from his seat to greet her properly.
"Mr. Vasseur," she spoke, approaching and taking the man's hand and then addressing the driver "Mr. Leclerc."
Charles stood up from his seat quickly realizing that he was staring at her. He took her hand "just Charles is fine, it's my pleasure"
"This is Agent Y/n Y/l" Fred clarified "she will be your bodyguard until we find the person who invaded your house"
There was a knock on the door and the assistant director stuck her head out.
"Your 12 o'clock meeting is here"
"Thank you, Eliza, I'll be over in a second. Okay, I'll leave you two to get acquainted. Miss Y/n, I hope you settles in comfortably and if you needs anything let me know."
Once Fred was away, Charles got nervous.
"So... You're a police officer?"
"Something like that, my father was an FBI agent and founded a surveillance and security agency. I learned everything from him. I worked for the police for a year and then I took over the company when he died"
"I'm sorry"
"It's okay, it was a couple of years ago" she shrug it off.
"I've never had a bodyguard so I don't really know what I have to do. I don't want to hinder your work."
Now, Y/n smiled slightly "you just have to go about your life as you normally do and I will follow you and adapt to you. Mr. Vasseur said that you were a little reluctant to have more security."
"I just don't think it's that big of a deal," he shrugged, "I have people following me all the time."
"Well, you're going to have to add me to your list, because I'll be your shadow from now on."
"Yes? Will you follow me to the bathroom?" he scoffed relaxing a little.
"I'll go in first to make sure no one is there and wait for you outside."
Charles laughed "okay, it will be a pleasure to have you be my shadow, agent Y/n" his cell phone rang and when he read what it was he sighed "it's time to do some work"
Y/n gestured with her hand towards the door, “lead the way.”
Charles thought that having someone following him around all day would be a little awkward and annoying, but he couldn't be more wrong.
As Y/n had promised, it was his shadow; She was calm, quiet and kept her distance from his so as not to overwhelm him.
While he was interviewing, Y/n watched everything carefully from behind the camera and from time to time focused on her phone, answering messages and taking calls.
Also, Charles realized that she didn't attract anyone's attention.
When the day ended and Charles had to go to his hotel, he was surprised when she said that she would follow him in her car.
"You do not rest?" He asked her
"Someone will come to relieve me for a few hoursm. One of my guards will stay at your door and we will keep you safe."
For Charles, everything was an exaggeration, but he nodded, said goodbye to his companions and left.
At the hotel, they met a man who would relieve Y/n and take care of him from the outside.
"This is my number" Y/n handed him a paper with a number written on it "I want you to schedule me"
He nodded "I will."
"And call me for anything that happens or you think may happen"
"What could happen?"
Y/n didn't respond, she walked into the room and checked it out before letting him in while he did what she asked.
"Sleep well, Charles. We'll meet at the Paddock tomorrow, okay?"
“Goodnight, Y/n” he nodded and she closed the door to leave him alone.
Charles faintly heard the murmuring of the agents as they talked about the case.
He sighed, lying on the bed and closing his eyes. Without meaning to he fell asleep.
A noise woke him up. It was somewhat weak, but he stood out yet silently around him. He sat on the bed and looked at the clock next to him.
3:56
He yawned and the noise became louder. It came from the door, more specifically, the lock.
Charles stood up and walked closer and watched as the lock moved furiously.
Maybe it was because of the whole current situation and the words he himself had said hours before, but his hand took his cell phone and dialed Y/n's number.
The cell phone rang twice before a sleepy but alert voice answered.
"Charles?"
The struggle at the door stopped and a second later a cry of frustration sounded along with an angry knock on the door.
Charles was startled.
"What was that? Charles?!" Y/n was already awake, on her way to the driver's room.
"I think there's someone at the door," he whispered.
"I want you to do something for me," Y/n cursed as she hit her shoulder against the wall for being in a hurry. "I need you to take the desk chair and lock yourself in the bathroom."
"The chair?" He asked moving towards the furniture.
"You will go into the bathroom, put the lock and the chair under the doorknob, can you do that for me Charles?"
"Yes, yes," he answered quickly. The door was hit again, this time on the lock "I think they trying to get in."
"Charles, go to the bathroom. Now." She ordered.
The Monégasque obeyed the order and ran to the bathroom. He put the lock and the chair under the handle and moved as far away from the door as he could.
"I'm on my way. Nothing's going to happen to you, okay? Don't come out until I get there."
"Okey"
Y/n cut off and ran over there. The hotel where Charles was staying was on the same street as her hotel.
Charles sat against the bathroom wall and kept his eyes on the door. He took a deep breath and exhaled.
He suddenly heard footsteps nearby and a single knock on the bathroom door. His heart beat rapidly and his hand reached out to grab the toilet brush.
“Charles, it’s me, Y/n.”
The driver jumped up, removed the chair and unlocked the door to open it.
He encountered his bodyguard, in pajamas and barefoot, but with a gun drawn in her left hand.
She kept the gun in her waistband and saw the driver's hand where her improvised "weapon" was still. Charles left the brush back in the bathroom.
"What happened? "
"You will come to my hotel, I need you to pack your things"
"But what happened?"
"They opened the door, but I don't think made it in. They didn't have time."
Charles sighed and leaned against the door frame.
"I'll pack my suitcase"
Y/n nodded and went outside to talk to the guard she had left in charge.
She scolded him and took him off the case, not caring about any excuse he had. She asked for the hallway security cameras and waited for the driver.
"Are you ready?" she asked. "Do you have everything?"
"Yes"
"I'm sorry this happened, it's totally my fault. I'll get you a new room in the morning."
They waited for the elevator
"It's not your fault that someone breaks into my room or is obsessed with me."
The elevator opened and they both went through.
"I'm in charge of your security, Charles. And someone stepped over that security and entered your room."
"What do you think he was going to do when came in? Kidnap me?"
Y/n shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe just seeing you, taking pictures, stealing something… it's hard to say. I'm surprised dared to come all the way to your hotel.”
They went down to the lobby and left on their way to the girl's hotel.
Once in the room, Charles noticed the mess that was everywhere. Various documents and photocopies of the threatening letters that he had received
"I'm sorry for the mess," she said.
"It's okay, you should see what my house is on vacation" he smiled at her, leaving his suitcase on the side of the bed.
"It can't be worse than mine after some case," she laughed, "get some sleep, I'll be in the hallway, okay? Anything you need, call me."
Y/n took some papers and her computer to leave the room.
She sat on the floor, next to the door and opened her computer, the security videos were already in her email.
The cameras were old and of poor quality, but he could still make out the figures well.
She advanced the hours until got where wanted.
It was a woman, wearing a coat and hood with a cap and sunglasses. She didn't want to be identified, of course.
Y/n couldn't see what she was like physically, but she could tell that she was the same by the way she acted; The way she walked, how frantically searched for cameras and looked over her shoulder almost as if she was expecting someone to appear unexpectedly.
Y/n yawned and continued watching papers and videos related to the case and the images.
She always got too involved with all of her cases. she made it personal for her and wouldn't rest until it was resolved.
It was almost seven o'clock when she began to hear noises inside her room, warning her that Charles was beginning to prepare for the day.
She finished sending some emails to Fred's assistant to ask for the list of all the workers who accompanied Ferrari in each race in the last four months.
She would start with that, looking for background and possible alibis for the night of the people who had access to Charles's personal data and would rule them out.
She almost hoped one of the workers would do it, it would be much easier than searching for just one obsessed fan.
The door opened and the driver came out already changed and bathed.
"Were you here all night? Wake up?"
Y/n got up from the hallway "Yes" she went into the room to grab some clothes so she could shower "Can you wait for me while I shower?"
"Yeah, but shouldn't you sleep?" He asked her as he came back in and sat on the bed like she had ordered.
"I slept a little before your call, that's all the rest I need and will get. Don't move from here"
Half an hour later, they both got into the boy's car.
Charles tried to make conversation to fill the silence.
"I like to have company all the time"
"Most people hate having a bodyguard all day"
"Well, I'll admit that the idea didn't excite me too much, but looking at the positive side; I won't be alone in the mornings anymore."
Y/n laughed "not even in the afternoon and evening. I will be stuck with you as long as this case lasts"
"Do you think it will take a long time to catch her?"
"I have worked with stalkers many times before, I have people working on the security video of your house and the hotel. When we identify her, it will be a matter of time"
"Do you think I'll try something like last night again?"
"Not at the moment. Yesterday she overdid it and she knows it. If she has any neurons working, she will try to stay away for at least a couple of days."
"Well, in the meantime..." he stretched out his hand to understand the stereo. "What kind of music do you usually listen to?"
Just like Y/n said, the stalker didn't give any signs the entire race and the week after.
For Charles, it was a very good week; he was starting to get to know Y/n more deeply and he liked her. He didn't mind at all that she followed him everywhere.
In fact, it bothered his a little when one of the other bodyguards replaced her when she had to go to meetings with Fred or she had to answer calls for jobs unrelated to him.
For Y/n the week had been unsettling. It seemed like the stalker had taken a little vacation.
They had not received any secret notes or photos from Charles.
She had calmed down completely and although the driver thought it was a good sign, for her it was the opposite.
She didn't know of any cases, at least the ones she had worked on, in which harassers simply stopped
No, they only slowed down for reasons of being able to organize and plan something bigger.
So she was constantly alert.
On the other hand, her personal relationship with Charles was growing little by little.
He didn't complain about her all the time or ask for space in some situations like many of her other clients did. No, he accepted her surveillance and sometimes asked her what he could do with her to help her or alleviate her work.
After the incident at the hotel, they now slept in continuous rooms that were connected by a door that was always left unlocked.
Y/n knocked on the driver's room door.
"Charles! You're going to be late for the interviews again!" She called
The Monegasque came out with a sleepy face "I want to take a nap"
"Later, now you have to go talk to the journalists. Come on" she hit him on the back to make his move forward.
"Boss," one of the guards suddenly appeared, with a brown envelope in his hand, "this arrived for you."
Y/n took it "thank you, accompany Charles to the interviews. I'll catch up with you later"
Charles bit the inside of his cheek, but kept walking.
Y/n opened the envelope and found photos of them, almost smiled when saw them. Some were almost burned, torn and written in red marker calling her a whore and a bitch.
There was one that was particularly wrinkled as if it had been squeezed and balled up repeatedly. It was the two of them, laughing at something one of them had said.
Good. It was better to have an answer than false calm. Now that she knew that seeing him with her bothered her, she could take advantage of it.
The more erratic the person is, the less precautions would take to commit the actions. Perhaps they would even reveal something unconsciously.p
She approached Charles with a new idea, she found him behind some cameras, reading something before his interview.
"Ask"
"Answer" he told her concentrated on something else.
"How bad would it be for you if we kissed in front of a camera?" She asked under
Charles almost choked on her own saliva. He looked at her bewildered. "Excuse me?"
"I have something on my mind, but I don't want the media to destroy you for it."
"I couldn't care less what they say" he put down the paper he had been reading and looked directly at her "do you want to kiss me?"
"Yes, in front of a camera" she nodded "I have an idea for the stalker" held up the envelope "she apparently hates seeing me with you"
Charles took the envelope and opened it. I pass photo by photo with a look of horror that Y/n found a little funny. He hadn't been as appalled by her own threats as he had been by hers.
"This is horrible. Your idea is to kiss me to make they angry?"
"Something like that, yes" she took the photos from his hands and passed them to the guard who was watching Charles giving him an order "put it next to the rest"
"As much as kissing you sounds like a very good idea, I think it's dangerous, we shouldn't provoke her."
"I'll be honest with you Charles, provoking her may be our only way to make her make a mistake. The videos from her house and the hotel didn't bear as much fruit as we wanted, so, by the way, you should change the camera in your house. It's no use"
"What if she does something to you? I mean, if she tries to harm you?"
"Well, that's kind of the idea. I know how to defend myself and if she gets close, I think I'll be able to catch her."
Y/n watched as the cameras turned on and moved closer to Charles.
"What do you say, Charly? Will you kiss me?"
Charles looked at her lips
"I still think it's a bad idea..."
"But? "
"It's a worse idea not to kiss you," he completed. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to her. He lowered himself to her level and they both closed their eyes.
Now Y/n could tell that she really loved her work.
When they separated, felt the camera flashes. They looked at the eyes and smiled
"They're going to ask me about you, should I say you're my girlfriend?"
"I think it's a logical answer" she nodded with a smile "I should have taken care of something, see you later"
"I'll see you later," he leaned over and kissed her cheek. "You have to make it believable, right?"
She laughed
The next day, they kiss was in most newscasts, magazines and newspapers. Almost everyone was talking about the Ferrari driver's new conquest
Charles handed her a magazine where they were on the front page
"You're doing well, you should dedicate yourself to this" he told her.
"To what? Kissing my clients? I guess that's a good idea."
Charles frowned. "I meant being a model or something. Don't kiss your clients. I mean, your other clients."
"Sure..." she laughed
"Will it work? I don't think there's any way I wouldn't see it, it's everywhere."
"It will work," she assured, "She has gone too far to try to enter your hotel room and your house, knowing that there are cameras. Trying to attack me should be her next step, especially knowing that I have something she wants."
"But you won't let her hurt you, right?"
"Right. She won't. You should prepare for the race now"
Charles nodded "I'll see you after the race."
"I'll finish some papers before the start, but I'll be there when you're done, good luck"
They smiled at each other and each one continued doing their thing.
By the time the race was in its final laps, Y/n finished all the paperwork she had and was going to watch the race when Fred's assistant approached her.
"Miss Y/n," she told her, standing in front of her, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I was given orders to tell her every time she arrived."
"That's correct, Eliza. A new one arrived?"
"Yeah, but I left it in the office... I didn't know if I should move it or not. I don't want to get in the way of anything"
"That's fine thanks"
"I'll guide you, this way please"
Y/n she nodded towards one of her employees in a silent command that he understood immediately.
She followed the assistant to a remote office, she opened the door for her and let she in.
"There it is, I haven't touched it" she pointed to the desk
Y/n walked over and took it in her hands, the assistant locked the door.
As she looked at the new torn up photos of her, she noticed that one was of her on the first day waiting to walk into the meeting with Charles and Fred.
She frowned, but didn't have time to process it when she felt the woman hit her from behind with a paperweight on the head.
She moaned in pain, but she quickly turned around to take the assistant's hand before she dealt another blow.
"You're a whore!" Eliza yelled at her, raising his other hand to try to hit her cheek, but step on.
Y/n lifted her knee and punched her in the stomach again and again as she bent over in pain.
The paperweight fell to the floor as she screamed in pain.
She blocked her legs and threw her to the ground, turning her around to keep her against the floor with her hands on her back and her weight on top of Eliza
"Let go of me! He's mine! You can't have him!" said and kicking
Y/n's head hurt and a line of blood was running down the side of her forehead.
The door was kicked open, breaking in the process. Her employee came in
"Take care of her, okay?" She told him, standing up. He took her place, taking a handcuffs and putting them on.
The woman continued screaming but both of them didn't care as they left the office.
"You should have that wound seen, boss. The police are on the way, I have this."
"Good, thank you. Good job"
Charles came down from the champagne-covered podium, looking for Y/n, but he couldn't find her anywhere.
He asked some but the only one who gave him an answer was his director.
"They arrested your stalker who turned out to be my assistant, Y/n suffered a concussion, but nothing major. It's okay, she's just in the nursing room."
Charles went there quickly and when he found her he was half sitting, with an ice cloth on her head and dried blood on the side of the face.
"You said you wouldn't get hurt, I'm starting to think you're a liar, Y/n" he said and walked over to the bed and sat down next to her.
"It's not as bad as it sounds, just an little opening. I'll be fine after a few days."
"So it's over?"
"It's over," she assured. "You're free to walk alone again, congratulations."
"I think I've gotten used to your silent presence, how will I survive now?" He scoffed, reaching up to hold the ice for her.
"I think you'll be fine, but if you miss me too much you have my number."
"Oh, I'll definitely call you, I need new cameras, remember?"
"Of course, I need to keep you safe."
They both laughed and looked into each other's eyes.
Heyyyyyy first time ever making a request ,but I started reading ur mini LeClerc series and let me tell you they’re just what im looking for hehe. Mmmm im wondering if you can write one where MiniLeclerc!Reader wants to be a driver too and she looks up to Charles and is always asking a bunch of questions and maybe he brings her to Ferrari garage and she has a whole learning experience. U don’t have to but I would appreciate it.
Little driver
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Charles Leclerc x Mini! Leclerc
A/n: English is not my first language!!If any of the information is incorrect, you can blame Google.
I hope you like it! Thanks for sending such a great request.
MASTERLIST
It was no secret that Y/N admired Charles immensely.
So much so that she wanted to be exactly like him when she grew up: a driver.
She wanted to learn everything about it, and the more she learned, the more fascinated she became.
Seeing her so excited, Charles decided to take her with him to the garage for the test day. Every time she saw something and asked about it, she let out a small "Wow" under her breath.
From the colors of the cars to the work of the engineers, she spent her time asking about everything she saw in the garage, and it seemed like no one minded answering her.
"And that one?" she pointed to one of the wheels. "What's it for?"
"That one, mon amour, is a rain tire," Charles answered, pointing to the green one next to it. "And that's for when it rains really hard."
"That's what the colors are for, so you don't get confused?"
"Sure, very good."
"Wow..." She spun around and ran to the next thing that caught her eye: the mechanics' tools. "And that Charlie? What's doing?"
"I don't know everything, but we can ask the mechanics later."
"But I won't learn anything later! I have to write it down quickly in my notebook or I'll forget!" She pointed to her shiny notebook that Alex had given her, along with its matching unicorn pen.
"Why don't you first draw the wheels and write down what each one does? Then I'll take you to talk to a mechanic and we'll ask them to explain anything you're unsure about. Okay?"
"Fiinee" sighed dramatically and walked to the nearest table to start working on her drawings.
Charles kissed her on the head and disappeared to get to work.
By the time Y/n finished drawing, she looked around only to find a man cleaning his tools.
The little girl's face lit up at the sight of him, and grabbing her notebook, she approached him.
"Sir," she called, "could I ask you a couple of questions? Please?"
The man laughed. "Of course, are you like a little journalist?"
"I'm going to be a driver! Just like Charlie! And I have to learn everything to be the best!" She smiled at him and pointed to the nearest tool. "Could you tell me what it's for and how to use it?"
She wrote down everything he told her, trying to keep up with her bad grammar. She added little drawings to help her remember complicated words.
Charles appeared from the side and thanked the mechanic for his patience with his restless sister.
"Couldn't wait, huh?"
"Sorry! But I learned so much! Did you know the fastest car stop ever was 1.8 seconds?"
"1.8? Impressive" He picked her up and carried her back to their table.
Y/N settled back in her seat and looked at him.
"Arthur said it's really hard being a girl in this sport."
"Well, I don't think hard is impossible. If that's what you want, I'll guide you until you get as far as you want."
"Even if I can't be a driver, I could be a mechanic. That way I could help you save a lot of time at pit stops."
"You've learned a lot today, haven't you, Y/N? Mechanic, driver, whatever you want."
She smiled at him and went back to her sketchbook to finish painting.
Much later, as Charles was driving home, Y/N blurted out:
"I wouldn't mind being your fan either."
"What was that, love?" Charles lowered the music volume to hear her better.
"I wouldn't mind being just your fan forever. But, your biggest fan"
"You already are, my biggest fan. The only one who matters to me."
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:Even at the end of the world, all she could think about was kissing him.
A/n: English is not my first language!!
MASTERLIST
Y/N glanced over her book only to see Steve flirting with someone else once again.
She sighed and returned to her reading, the ice cream now melting and forgotten.
She read the same sentence three times before giving up and looking up again.
Steve was already standing in front of her.
"Don't you like ice cream? I can get you another one, if you want." He was already reaching for it.
"Is okay, I got distracted. Besides, it's free ice cream, why wouldn't I want it?"
"You can have all you want, just for my favorite customer."
"Oh, what an honor, Stevie." She smiled at him. "I have to get something out of you working here."
Steve leaned forward, as if he were telling her a secret.
"You'll like it even more when I take you to the movies to see that film that comes out in twenty minutes."
She leaned closer.
"Really? I thought you were busy."
"For you? Never. Hey, I need to take care of my only friend, right?"
Friend. She screamed in her mind. But she ended up nodding with a smile.
The thing about Steve was that she got this feeling every time he was near her, a crazy urge to kiss him.
And it kept getting stronger.
She'd known Harrington for a long time; their parents were business partners, and when they were younger, they'd run into each other at work dinners and then just hung out naturally.
Until they became best friends.
She didn't even know when she started liking him like that.
Yes, she'd always known he was attractive.
Yes, she'd been jealous of Nancy.
Yes, it bothered her when he flirted with other girls around.
But kissing him? She'd never felt that urge.
Until this summer.
Steve went back to his workstation, and she started putting her things away. Once she was ready, she rushed to the bathroom.
She took longer than she wanted, looking in the mirror, changing her hairstyle, and touching up her makeup.
When she returned to the store, Steve was already waiting for her. They greeted Robin, and the boy led her to the back.
With her hand on his, they hurried to get there on time.
Steve pointed out some empty seats in the last row. Once they were seated, he didn't move his hand, and she didn't say anything.
She leaned close to his ear to whisper,
"Thank you for this."
Harrington turned his head too quickly, not giving her time to move.
They were so close their noses were touching, and if Y/n leaned in an inch more, her lips would touch his.
"For you, anything, Y/n."
She almost asked him for what she longed for. Almost.
And he almost did it. Almost.
Steve walked with a bouquet of sunflowers and daisies in his hand, heading straight for his usual spot.
Y/N saw him arrive with a smile, and sat down beside him as he lay down on the grass.
"You won't believe what Dustin did this time," he began, recounting the group's latest crazy stunt, followed by updates on Robin and his girlfriend, Vicky.
Y/N listened attentively and laughed occasionally.
Steve spoke for another time, telling her every detail until nightfall.
He sighed before getting up. Y/N remained there on the ground, watching him intently.
And Steve said exactly what he always said before leaving:
"I should have kissed you."
"You should have," she replied, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. She smiled sadly.
He looked one last time at her grave before walking away, knowing that tomorrow he would return again, as he had been doing for the past year since her death.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Charles Leclerc x best friend brother! Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Y/N tries to get over her crush, Charles realizes what he's been missing out on.
A/n: English is not my first language!!
MASTERLIST
She had always been in love with Charles, and it had never been a secret to anyone.
Her best friend Arthur knew, her friends knew, her own family knew, and even Charles himself knew.
She had known the Leclerc family for a very long time, and since she was a child, she had been captivated by the Ferrari driver.
But in Charles's eyes, she would always be just his little brother's best friend, and she had learned to live with that.
There was no way she would stop liking him overnight, but she had convinced herself that meeting new boys was a good way to start.
That's why she was half desperate when she rang the doorbell at the Leclerc house, looking for her friend; she had a date, and knew absolutely nothing about it.
She knocked repeatedly, her bag with changes of clothes weighing heavily on her shoulder.
The door was opened, but by the last person she expected to see that day.
"Y/n" Charles smiled at her. "I didn't know you were coming today, come in."
Y/n hesitated for a second before entering. "I came to see Arthur, is he here? He's not answering my messages."
"He went out for a while with Leo, he should be back soon. Is everything alright? You seem upset."
Y/n looked away, embarrassed. Talking to Charles after he told her there could be nothing between them was, at the very least, awkward.
Charles noticed her discomfort. "You can tell me, Y/N. We're practically family, after all."
"I have a date," she said, "and I don't know anything about it. I was hoping Arthur could help me."
"A date?" was all he could manage. "With who?"
"A classmate. I met him a few weeks ago, and he asked me out tonight. I think it was a bad idea to accept."
"Well, you shouldn't go out with him if you think it's a bad idea or you don't want to."
"It's not that. I really want to go. He's so cute, and he makes me laugh so much. He makes me feel..."
Arthur walked through the door, interrupting whatever she was about to say. Y/N threw herself at him the moment he entered.
"Finally, Thur," she said, taking his hand and pulling him upstairs while explaining everything.
And Charles stood there in the middle of the room with an inexplicable feeling settled in his chest.
The following days, Y/N didn't show up at the house as she usually did. He tried to seem uninterested when he asked his brother if he knew about her, but Arthur just raised his eyebrows, somewhere between mocking and angry, and told him she was with her boyfriend.
"Boyfriend?"
"Yeah, you know. He's a guy who wasn't afraid to ask her out, and now he can be with her as much as he wants, away from us."
Charles gave him a death glare. "I don't know what you're trying to imply, but..."
"I'm not trying to say anything, just the truth. Right now, I shouldn't have to be sharing my best friend with a stranger if only you hadn't been so stupid all this time. You know when she told me we could get together? Monday. That's a whole damn week! And it's all your fault."
Charles watched him get up and leave. He slumped against the couch in frustration.
Yes, he'd liked her for years.
Yes, it was his fault she wasn't with them now.
Yes, he deeply regretted it.
But what was he going to do?
It didn't seem fair to her, and if there was one thing he wanted, it was for her to be happy, and she would never be happy with him because he wasn't the type to commit.
Go to her house and beg her for another chance? After years of showing him how in love she had been with him?
And with his job, it was even more complicated. He traveled all over the world; he couldn't drag her along with him, and the distance would be incredibly difficult.
His mother entered the room and gave him just one look before she knew exactly what was wrong.
"The more you think about it, the more time you waste, son," she said, walking toward him.
"There's nothing to think about."
She sat down beside him and sighed. "When Y/n's mother moved to our neighborhood, you made me get up at six in the morning to bake cookies of every flavor because you didn't know which ones she liked, all because you'd seen her through the window and were paralyzed by how beautiful she was. Your words, not mine."
He didn't remember that exactly, but he did remember inviting her to try every single cookie that afternoon.
"I thought that day I'd met my daughter-in-law," she sighed. "She looks at you, Charles, as if you were everything. You've been very foolish, son. But it's never too late to correct our mistakes. If you love her, go for her."
Charles looked at her in surprise. "I love her. I really do love her."
"It's not my place to listen "
He nodded and practically ran out, keys in hand.
He drove like he was running the race of his life.
He arrived at his home, the building on the other side of town where he had recently moved. He entered the building with the key he had stolen from Arthur and went up to her floor.
He knocked on the door and waited. When Y/N opened the door, she wasn't expecting to find the whirlwind that was Charles at that moment.
She started to speak, but he silenced her.
"I love you. I love you so much, Y/N, so much that I'm an idiot for not realizing it sooner. You deserve so much better than me, someone who isn't afraid to tell you how much he likes you, who isn't afraid to stay, someone who isn't gone twelve months of the year. You deserve so much, and if you tell me your boyfriend fits all of that description, I won't insist. But, Y/N, if there's even a single chance I can become that person, I want it. I want everything with you."
Y/N was speechless. She looked into his eyes, and all she could say was, "There's no boyfriend, Charles."
He kissed her the moment those words left her lips.
It was an intense, longed-for kiss. They broke apart for lack of air.
"One chance," he whispered, "just one to show you I can be what you need."
"You are what I need," she agreed, "one chance."
He kissed her again, pulling her inside and kicking the door shut behind him.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Being the first time they celebrate Christmas together, Charles wants it to be perfect, unfortunately his luck was never good
A/n: English is not my first language!!
MASTERLIST
Charles just wanted it to be a perfect Christmas.
It was the first one they celebrated together, but it was also the first one Y/n would celebrate in her entire life.
When Y/n confessed that her family had never given the celebration any importance, Charles took it as a personal challenge to make the best first Christmas in the world.
Unfortunately for him, his luck was not all that good.
He made a list of things to do. He tried to organize himself with time so he could accomplish everything on his list, however, and despite the fact that the season was already over, his agenda was full of events and commitments.
So there he was, on December 23rd with an incomplete list and little time.
1. Putting up the tree
One of the most important things for a perfect Christmas was to have a nice and decorated tree, so he bought a synthetic one online that he liked along with lots of decorations
He got up early that day, setting the alarm for around eight in the morning to receive the packages taking advantage of the fact that Y/n would not arrive until the evening
When he had them in his hands he did not suspect much of the size of the packages because he assumed that the tree would arrive later and the boxes were only full of decorations.
He sat on the living room floor with scissors in his hands and the packages in front of him. He took the largest box and opened it, founding the red and silver balls that he had ordered.
He took another of the same size and revealed the ribbons and streamers.
The third box, a small one, revealed something that left him confused.
It was the tree, but too small for what he thought he had ordered.
He took his phone and opened the post and noticed something he hadn't noticed before. The measurements.
He wanted to die when he saw that he hadn't been scammed, but rather, it was his own stupidity for not looking at the measurements and he got carried away by the pictures.
He sighed looking at the tree still in the box and took it out to put it together. When he finished it looked even smaller than before and when he tried to decorate it, it fell to the side due to the extra weight.
He ruffled his hair when he realized that he had wasted his morning on something useless.
He tried not to stress about it and think clearly.
The next thing on his list was to buy the gifts, maybe he could find a tree that was perfect
2. Finding gifts
He dressed to go incognito and shop calmly. He knew for sure the things he wanted to give her, he just hoped to find them
When he got to the mall he was surprised by the amount of people there.
To be honest, Charles never bought his gifts at the last minute and he didn't know there would be so many people in the same situation. Running around, standing in endless lines to pay or going crazy for not knowing what to give.
Some people bumped into him in the rush to get to the stores. Charles couldn't blame them, he almost started running himself.
He went to the first makeup store he found, he knew his girlfriend had run out of some products she loved and he had taken pictures of the empty containers so he could find out which ones they were and replace them.
He never thought there would be so many products for a specific area of the face, he took a micellar water and compared it to the photo. To him it seemed similar enough.
The foundation section was worse. There were thousands of shades and brands, he sighed and started looking. His cart filled up with products and once ready he positioned himself at the end of the line to pay.
There were at least seven people in front of him, he tried to be patient but he felt like he was wasting a lot of time doing nothing and his gift list continued.
Half an hour later he was walking into a clothing store to buy her a dress they had both seen last week and she insisted she didn't want it.
Being the good boyfriend he was, Charles could tell she really wanted it by the way she kept looking at him as they walked. So he wrote it down on the list.
He also got a bigger tree a few stores away, it was medium not as big as the one he wanted but it would do.
With a tree, and bags with clothes and makeup he went to his car. The clock read three in the afternoon and Y/n would be home around six.
He hurried to put things away and get home.
3. Making cookies
According to his mother Pascale's tradition, Charles always made and decorated Christmas cookies as a child.
He asked his mother for the recipe a few days ago and had all the ingredients at home.
Pascale had offered to make him a batch of cookies, but the driver had refused, saying that it would be more special if he made them himself and they decorated them together.
The dough was very easy to make, he had bought some Christmas-shaped cookie cutters for the occasion.
Once they were ready, and with the oven preheated, he put them in to cook.
He looked at the time to make sure he knew when to take them out again.
With the time calculated, he went to the living room
He sat on the floor with the tree box open and many decorations scattered on the floor
It was 4:30 in the afternoon, he hoped that decorating the tree wouldn't take long
Putting the tree together took longer than he thought, but it was the decorations that took him so long
As he put the balls up, he took them down without liking how they looked. He felt that they didn't match or didn't look the way he wanted
He ran his hands over his face frustrated, sighed and started again
He was halfway there, when he heard some keys in the door
He opened his eyes in panic, he tried to run to the door, to avoid his girlfriend coming in and seeing all the chaos, but he tripped on the decorations
"Love" he heard nearby, Y/n appeared just as he was getting up from the floor "why are you on the floor?" She looked behind him and raised her eyebrows in surprise "why are there two Christmas trees?"
Charles opened his mouth to answer, but Y/n spoke again
"Why is there a burning smell?"
"Noo" Charles ran off to the kitchen, Y/n followed him worried
Charles pulled the cookies out of the oven, almost black, too burnt to be save.
The driver looked like he wanted to cry, Y/n approached slowly
"Baby" she called "are you okay?"
"I wanted everything to be perfect" he said, turning to her "it's our first Christmas together and I ruined everything. The tree is a mess, the decorations don't match and the cookies are all burnt!"
Y/n understood everything and smiled "oh, baby"
She approached him and gave him a kiss, taking him by surprise
Christmas never meant anything to her, but it could start to mean a lot now
She separated from him and smiled at him
"It will be perfect, because we will be together. I don't need anything but your company"
"Still, I wanted you to have everything"
"How about we do it together? Decorate the tree, make cookies..."
"Yes" he answered quickly "I really need your help to decorate"
After that, the night continued with laughter and talks
They ended with a tray of homemade cookies and two decorated trees, drinking hot chocolate while a Christmas movie came on
Y/n had never experienced Christmas, but she was beginning to understand why Charles liked it so much.
She couldn't wait to do all this every year for the rest of her life. As long as she did it with Charles, every Christmas would be perfect.
In the middle of the night, Charles woke up with panic. He had forgotten to wrap the presents.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: To Charles' dismay, Y/N found her new favorite driver
A/n: English is not my first language!!
MASTERLIST
One of Y/n's favorite things about going to the paddock was walking through the different sections, always with her mother, of course.
She didn't quite understand why, but several people standing behind some safety barriers were shouting her name and waving.
She waved back happily, even if she didn't know them. It was fun.
Another favorite part was the food stalls; her mother always let her choose whichever one she wanted.
While they were waiting for their smoothies, a blue blur passed by the little girl and completely captivated her.
He was a young man, perhaps only slightly younger than Lando. Without really meaning to, but out of curiosity, she wandered away from her mother as she watched him walk off.
She trotted a little closer, seeing him sign some things just like her brother and the other drivers did, and she assumed he was one of them.
She reached him as he broke away from the crowd and stepped into his path, surprising him.
"Who are you?" She asked him with a smile, "I've never seen you around here before."
The boy smiled back and crouched down to her eye level, and Y/N blushed slightly. "My name is Franco, and I'm new here."
"Are you a driver like my brother?"
"I am. Who's your brother?"
"Charlie," she replied.
"Oh, you're Charles's little sister, Y/N, right?"
"Yes, that's my name..." She closed her mouth, feeling a little silly. She fidgeted with her hands, looking at him closely.
He was handsome, very handsome.
"Lando told me a few things about you."
"Don't believe a word he says!" she panicked. "He always makes me look bad!"
Franco laughed. "He said good things, I promise." He glanced around. "Do you always walk around the paddock alone?" "
Y/n opened her eyes, remembering her mother and how she had abandoned her when she was never supposed to leave her side.
She looked over her shoulder, frightened, but couldn't find her. Franco tried to calm her down when he saw how scared she was. He took her small hand and said,
"I'll help you find her, Y/n. Don't worry."
Y/n looked at where their hands were joined, feeling a blush rise in her cheeks. Suddenly, her mother was the least of her worries. She wondered how long the boy would hold her hand and if it was possible her mother wouldn't appear for the next few hours, leaving them like this.
Unfortunately, her mother was standing a few meters away, and from the look she gave her, she was in trouble.
"Y/n Leclerc," Pascale came to her side. "You know you're not supposed to leave my side when we're outside the garage."
"Sorry, I got distracted," her gaze traveled back to the boy.
"It was my fault, I think," Franco apologized. He crouched down to Y/n's level again, took off his cap, and put it on her head. "Blue looks good on you."
Pascale thanked him, smiling broadly. When the driver had to leave, her mother turned to look at her again.
"Just wait until Charles finds out what you did, he'll have a heart attack."
She wasn't wrong, although what really gave him a heart attack was seeing her arrive using another pilot's number and boasting that 43 was her favorite now.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A collision, a difficult decision, and one last kiss
MASTERLIST
A/n: English is not my first language! This can be interpreted as a second part of voicemail, however, I also think you can read it separately
It should have been a race like any other. Get in his car, do some laps, and try to win pole position.
But it wasn't like that.
It was raining too hard; the FIA should have stopped the race. His car's brakes weren't working properly.
It was a bad maneuver, combined with the rain and nearly destroyed brakes.
He crashed into one of the barriers. It was a total disaster; all the spectators held their breath, and the red flag and the safety car came out onto the track.
Charles didn't understand it. Just a second ago he was in his car driving, and suddenly he wasn't anymore.
Instead, he found himself on a beach, the cleanest beach he had ever seen. The sand was white and free of any impurities, as was the water, so clear he could see many of the fish through it.
"You shouldn't be here."
Charles stood still, his body paralyzed. He turned around slowly, fearing his mind would play tricks on him and she wouldn't be there when he turned back.
But there she was. Radiant, beautiful, and full of life. So different from how he had last seen her.
"Y/N..." he sighed her name.
"Charles..." she copied, amused. "Looks like you found my poems."
Charles's eyes filled with tears. He took a few steps forward and delicately raised his hand to touch her cheek. "You're here."
"Technically, you are here." Y/N let him touch her face. "You shouldn't, but here you are."
The driver couldn't hold back much longer and hugged her. He pressed her tightly to his chest, fearing she would be snatched from his arms. Y/N returned the hug.
"I'm dreaming, right?" she asked. "This is too good to be real."
"It's as real as you want it to be, love."
"I want it to last forever."
"You don't belong here, darling. Not yet."
"I belong wherever you are, that's where I belong."
"No, darling," he denied. "Can't you hear them?"
Y/N gently pulled away to look at his face. Charles tried to listen until he heard a male voice, one he was sure he'd never heard before.
"Prepare the operating room! Internal bleeding and multiple wounds!"
Charles frowned at that. Y/N spoke again.
"Will you walk with me on the beach?"
He nodded, intertwining their fingers and letting her lead the way
It was a very peaceful place, and it gave him a feeling of tranquility and peace.
"What is this place?"
"My new home. It's beautiful and peaceful."
"You always wanted a house on the beach. I was going to buy you one."
"I know." She smiled at him and stopped to sit on the sand and gaze at the ocean and the setting sun.
Charles sat down next to her.
"You don't belong here," she repeated again.
"Stop saying that! I belong wherever you are."
"No, you don't," she shook her head. "It's not your time yet, Charles."
"Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Not in this situation." She turned to look at him, the sunset casting orange shadows on their bodies.
Charles saw the look she gave him, the one she always gave him when she was about to scold him.
"he's losing a lot of blood. Get two more units!"
"You're dying, Charles."
"What?"
"You hit a wall. They're trying to save you, darling. You have to go back."
He remembered now. His brakes weren't working properly, and in a bad maneuver, his car had crashed.
"I don't know if I want to go back."
"You have to."
"You're here. I'm with you now."
"I'm always with you. There isn't a day that goes by that I'm not by your side, keeping you company."
"Well, I want to be with you. Here."
"Charles," she said in a scolding tone, "you have to live."
"There's no point in living without you." His eyes filled with tears. "It's not the same without you."
Y/N looked at him for the first time with compassion in her eyes. "Darling..."
"I'm so alone"
"There isn't a day that goes by that I haven't been by your side, love. Day and night, I'm there. Here." He placed his hand over his heart. Charles placed his hand on hers and closed his eyes contentedly.
"Your voice was the only thing that calmed me."
"I know," she whispered.
"How can I leave you now that I have you again?"
"It's not your time yet. Think of your mother, your brothers. Your friends who love you and your fans who would do anything to see you well. Don't break their hearts, darling. Don't give up."
"Cardiac arrest, we're losing him! Get the resuscitator!"
"What about my broken heart?"
"You won't feel like this forever."
"One, two, three, Clear! Again!"
Charles looked ahead again; the sun was setting, the sky growing darker. He thought about his life, about the sadness he felt every day when he remembered how miserable and lonely he had been.
"You have good memories too," she reminded him, as if she knew what he was thinking. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if she actually did.
He thought about his family and coworkers. He loved driving, too.
"One, two, three, clear."
"If I go, will I see you again?"
"Not for a very, very long time, but one day we'll be together again, I promise."
"I love you, Y/N Verstappen. More than I ever told you and more than you'll ever know."
Y/N's eyes filled with tears. "I love you too, Charles Leclerc. I'm sorry I didn't have more time with you."
"Me too, but I'll do better for you, I promise."
"You're the strongest person I've ever known. It's time to go back."
"One last kiss?"
Y/N smiled and nodded. She approached him and, before their lips touched, whispered
"I love you."
Their lips met as if no time had passed. And Charles felt only peace. So much peace.
His eyes opened again and he felt pain throughout his body. His eyes were blinded by the intense white light.
When his vision finally focused, he was in a hospital room, with his older brother asleep in the chair beside him.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When everything goes wrong, Charles's only comfort is Y/n's voicemail and all he wants is to have her by his side.
MASTERLIST
A/n: English is not my first language!!
"Hello love, my flight was delayed and I think I won't make it for qualifying. I'm sorry baby, but I promise I'll make it up to you. I love you, I can't wait to be in your arms. See you soon"
Charles put his phone aside when the message ended. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down even though all he wanted to do was cry when he heard her voice for the third time in a row.
The walls of the driver's room seemed to be getting smaller and he knew that he should get up and go outside for some fresh air, just as his beloved girlfriend, Y/n, had suggested long ago.
But all he wanted was to lying on the couch for a while longer, until he got over the anger from the bad race.
He took his phone once again and this time opened the chat with his girlfriend, the messages he had written before, without any response, filled the screen.
He started writing a new one, starting by telling her how his day had been, explaining what had gone wrong at the race and how he believed her presence would make everything better.
He ended the message by saying how much he missed her.
When he pressed send, he felt a little better. Writing to Y/n was almost therapeutic.
Carlos entered the room
"Hello, mate" he greeted him and sat next to him slowly "are you okay?"
"It was a bad race," he shrugged.
"I know," he replied, "but I wasn't talking about the race, how have you been?"
"It's been a difficult year," he tried to sound indifferent. "There's not much to say. There are two races left and all this shit will be over."
Carlos patted his shoulder and stood up "go to the hotel and try to relax, tomorrow we will meet with the team"
Charles sighed "okay."
"Try to get some sleep," Carlos advise, "how long has it been since you slept?"
Charles almost gave a wry laugh. He, on the other hand, got up from his seat and walked towards the exit.
"See you tomorrow, mate"
The walk through Charles' Paddock to his car was slow, hundreds of fans milling around him asking for photos and autographs. Many of them showed their support with nice words and tried to console him.
It still surprised him how disappointed he was in him for how he was driving that year. He knew that certainly, Y/n would be mad at him if she had witnessed that race.
Not because of the result, but because of his defiant and carefree attitude, making maneuvers that ended with him against the walls and hurting himself in the process.
He could almost hear her scolding him as she tries to heal her wounds with kindness.
He got to his car and left his bag in the back.
"Charles" he heard a voice behind him that he recognized immediately. Is was the last person he wanted to talk to at that moment and yet he turned to face him.
"Max," he greeted, nodding toward him, "good race."
"Thank you" he approached slowly until she was in front of him "do you think we can talk for a second?"
"I was just about to go to the hotel, I'm tired. Maybe another day?" he tried to avoid the conversation with a lame excuse. Because even though he was tired, he would do nothing but roll around in bed until the sun came up again.
"It'll only be a second, I promise." From the bag hanging on his shoulder he pulled out a slightly battered notebook. Max sighed for a second and laughed nervously. Charles recognized the book immediately "I made a copy of this, you know? And I was going to give it to you, but after reading a little of its pages, I think you deserve the original. Most of it talks about you"
Max held it out to him carefully and Charles grabbed it with the same action.
"I thought it was lost," he whispered, knowing that if he spoke any louder his voice would break. "I... I looked for everywhere."
In his hands he held Y/n's poetry notebook. Something that was very valuable to her and she never let him read it.
"It was in her car," Max replied, "I'm sorry it took me so long to give it to you, it was hard to get rid of it."
"Thank you," his eyes filled with tears, he leaned against his car with an air of defeat, "I don't know how long I can keep doing this. It sucks, it's been a year and I still miss her all the time."
"Me too"
"I can't stop listening to her voicemail," he confessed, "sometimes I even talk to her by text."
"I lost a sister," Max whispered, "but you lost the love of your life. If I had one last memory of her, I would hold on too."
Max stood up and put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it.
"It won't hurt forever Charles, I promise. Or at least that's what I tell myself all the time. I know Y/n wouldn't want to see us hurt, we have to do better for her"
Charles wiped away his tears and nodded, "Thank you for this, Max. Really."
"It's nothing, man. We're still family," he tried to smile and cleared his throat, "we have to go out to eat one of these days, okay? I think it'll be good for both of us."
"We will" he nodded.
When he was in his hotel room, alone and comfortable in his bed, he slowly opened the notebook and began to read. His headphones were placed in his ears and there he was listening to her voicemail and felt peace when listening to Y/n's honeyed voice.
He could imagine her reading each poem to him and her soul felt peace for the first time in a long time.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Charles Leclerc x Princess of Mónaco! Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The Princess of Monaco visits the Paddock for the first time in a long time and Charles just wants to protect her from any inconvenience
MASTERLIST
A/n: English is not my first language!!
Charles paced back and forth. He was nervous, excited, and worried in equal measure. His best friend, the Crown Princess of Monaco, was coming to a race weekend for the first time in ages.
Not for lack of trying on her part, but rather because Charles had banned her from attending since she'd been injured in a crowd during her last appearance by some overzealous fans.
Charles's heart nearly stopped when she showed up with scraped and bleeding knees. He gave her a lecture while gently tending to her wounds, telling her how she should avoid crowds. That very day, he forbade her from seeing him again.
Y/N liked it when Charles was protective of her, but she loved going to see him at every race her busy schedule allowed. Luckily for the driver, she was full of events and meetings, so it had been impossible for her to attend the upcoming races.
However, she cleared her schedule for him. Charles couldn't even refuse when she told him it was Ferrari who had invited her to the race and their garage.
He tried to dissuade her, but there was no way she would budge.
So Charles ended up resigning himself and making her promise that she would let him watch over her and escort her the whole way.
Y/N didn't refuse; there was nothing she enjoyed more than having Charles's undivided attention.
Charles saw the car arrive and straightened up. The parking lot had emptied for her arrival; only Charles was there.
The car parked in front of him.
Y/N got out of the car, revealing the outfit she was wearing that day. The Ferrari driver's breath caught in his throat when he saw her get out of the car wearing a red t-shirt with the Ferrari logo on it. She smiled at him, as if she knew the effect she was having on him.
She turned around, revealing the number sixteen on her back."I'm going to need you to sign it."
"You want my autograph?" he asked teasingly, moving closer to her.
"Yes," she nodded and smiled. "It'll be worth more that way when I sell it."
"As if you needed the money." Charles rolled his eyes, but pulled her into his arms for a hug. "How was the flight?"
"Fine, as usual. Just a little turbulence, nothing serious."
"You're traveling with me next time," he declared, stepping back and taking her handbag so she wouldn't have to carry it.
"Yes, Captain," she scoffed. "I'm so excited for this weekend. It feels like ages since I last saw you."
"We video chat every day."
"I can't hug you on video calls, Charlie."
Charles didn't try to hide his smile.
"We'll spend a lot of time cuddling before you leave, I promise. Now, smile for the camera."It was the only warning she received before dozens of flashes appeared in front of them.
Y/N, who had been hounded by paparazzi her entire life, didn't hesitate to smile. Charles, beside her, did the same.
"Princess! Here!" they called. She continued walking slowly.
Charles guided her to the Ferrari Garage where she was greeted by Frederic Vasseur.
"Thank you so much for inviting me."
"It's a pleasure to have you here with us."
Carlos approached slowly, under Charles's watchful gaze.
"Carlos!" Y/N greeted him cheerfully, "It's so good to see you again."
"Same here, Princess. It's been a while."
"Yes, my bodyguard had forbidden me from entering." Y/N nodded gently at Charles, and Carlos laughed.
The Monegasque simply moved closer to her, placing an arm around her shoulder. The height difference allowed Charles to rest his chin on her head, enveloping her in a hug.
"Forgive me for worrying about your safety."
"It's alright, Charly. You know how much I love your attention." Both drivers laughed. "I'm really looking forward to a walk around the Paddock. Who has some free time?"
"In a little while, I have to talk to a couple of journalists, and then I'll join you"
"Lando? He can join me in the meantime." She took her cell phone out of her bag. "I'll call him."
"Do you have his number?" Charles asked.
"Yes, i have multiple contacts," she replied, focused on the device, searching for Lando's contact.
Charles covered the phone with his hand and lowered it.
"You don't need it. I'll be back for half an hour. In the meantime, you can have some breakfast."
"I already did."
"No, you didn't. You hate airplane food. I bought you Oreos, they're in my bag. I'll send someone to get you some hot chocolate, okay?"
"Okay," she nodded happily, "but don't be more than thirty minutes or I'll leave without you."
Carlos watched the interaction with a smile and slowly walked away until he was out of sight.
"Stay seated and don't move. I'll come back for you."
Y/N rolled her eyes. "You still treat me like a child."
Charles didn't say anything. He simply took her hand and guided her to a comfortable chair, gave her the cookies, and reminded her not to move.
When Y/N was alone with her breakfast, she checked her phone.
As expected, there were already some photos of her in the paddock. She read a couple of comments and uploaded a photo of Charles to her stories along with a heart emoji.
She smiled at the replies she received from the driver's fans.
"Who are you smiling at so much?"
She jumped at Charles's voice and quickly turned off her phone. She looked at him with a smile.
"No one in particular," she replied, and Charles looked at the phone with a frown. "Are you done yet?"
"For now," he nodded. "Let's take a walk around the paddock."
Y/N stood up, leaving her bag in the care of one of her bodyguards.
"They've already uploaded some photos," she commented, linking their arms.
"That was fast. Do I look good?"
"You always look good. It's your dimples and those light eyes of yours."
Charles laughed, they left the garage, and walked for a while in comfortable silence.
"I kind of missed this," Y/N said. "I missed you more."
"I missed you too."
"I know. You can't survive long without me." He rolled his eyes, as if annoyed. Charles nudged her with his shoulder.
She looked ahead. She smiled broadly when she saw the McLarren guys. She let go of Charles's arm and walked quickly toward them.
"Hey!" she greeted.
"The rumors were true. You finally decided to come back, princess," Lando teased.
"Don't be mean, Lando. I'm sure she didn't have much time to spend with mere commoners like us," Oscar continued. She laughed at their antics and hugged them.
"It's a pleasure for me to share a little of my great presence with you, even if you are just mortals."
Charles came to her side and removed Oscar's hand from her waist.
"Careful," he said. Oscar just laughed and stepped back.
"Don't be mean, Charles," she gently bumped his shoulder and turned back to her friends. "Tell me you don't have any plans for tonight. I want to have dinner at a local restaurant and... Is that Verstappen?" she asked, distracted, and started walking toward the driver. "We'll talk later."
"When did she meet everyone?" Charles asked, frustrated. Oscar laughed at him.
"I think she did a tour of all the garages, threatened to hang us in the central plaza if we hit you." Lando laughed and nodded.
Charles said goodbye to them and caught up with his princess. What he overheard, he didn't like at all.
"You stood me up, Max Emilian. You don't do things like that."
"Standed up?" he asked, arriving.
"Yes."
"No."
They answered in unison. Y/N crossed her arms.
"I invited you to the castle and you never showed up. What would you call that?"
"I told you I was busy."
"You invited him to the castle?" he asked, confused. "Why would you invite him to the castle?"
"He's a world champion, I wanted to brag to my friends."
Charles's ego was a little bruised, but the relief he felt knowing he hadn't stood her up on a date...
The mere thought made him sick.
"I'll declare you persona non grata," the princess declared.
"That's an abuse of power," the Red Bull host replied, crossing his arms.
"I don't care," she shrugged.
"Fine. I'll come next time, but I won't sign autographs or take pictures."
"I'm not sure you'd be of any use to me then."
"Spoiled."
"Grumpy."
"Brat."
Y/N opened her mouth, offended and ready to respond.
"Enough," Charles finished, interrupting whatever that exchange was. "Come on, Y/N," he greeted Max with a nod.
"I hope you car doesn't start," she whispered as she passed him. Max looked at her indignantly.
They drove around a couple of times before ending up back at the Ferrari garage.
They walked to Charles's lounge.
She threw herself onto the couch as soon as she saw him.
"So... you know everyone around here," he commented, trying to sound casual.
"Of course, they're your friends. Besides, how else am I going to have fun here if not talking to everyone?"
"With me"
"You're busy most of the time, and that's okay! You're the star of Ferrari, Charlie. It's expected that you don't have time for some things." She smiled at him. "You're living your dream."
You're my dream the driver meant.
"I guess so." He sat down on the couch next to her. "I'll always have time for you, just ask and I'll be there."
"Good, because I promised to bring a couple of autographs to the orphanage."
Charles laughed and lowered his head to kiss her on the head. "I'll get Max to sign some too, I'll take care of it."
They were silent until she broke
"I can't believe you were jealous."
"I wasn't!"
"Of course you are, but that's okay. I'd be worse off if I found out about your other friends."
"I don't have any other friends."
"That's a good thing, because I'm incredibly possessive of what's mine."
"I am yours?" he didn't hide his smile.
The princess moved closer to his face, looked at his lips for a brief moment, and then met his eyes again.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It should have been the happiest day of their lives, until a tragedy changes everything.
MASTERLIST
A/n: English is not my first language!! It contains dubious and highly fictional medical language. It is purely fiction. No medical procedures are real. This is based on Google searches, so please keep that in mind while reading. Thank you.
It should have been the happiest day of her life. They should have been celebrating, happy, with their whole family gathered around.
Charles was supposed to propose to her, in front of their friends and family, at a beautiful restaurant. Y/n's favorite.
Everything was planned so well that he never thought there was room for error.
His family and friends would arrive, and he would prepare the place so that everything was ready, while Y/n relaxed at a spa that Charles had given her to keep her distracted until dinner.
Y/n wasn't supposed to show up at the agreed-upon time. Charles wasn't supposed to receive a call from the nearest hospital with the news that Y/n had been hospitalized.
His dream day turned into a nightmare.
Charles arrived at the hospital, with his family. Frantic, he asked for her at reception.
His heart beat faster than his Ferrari when he was informed that she was in emergency surgery.
Her brothers stood on either side of her as he sat down in the waiting room. The ring in his pocket felt heavy.
A policewoman approached. She was the one who had answered the emergency call with the ambulance.
She told them what had happened.
Y/n's car had collided with another one a few blocks from the spa. She also mentioned that the investigation had already begun and asked for a number to discuss any updates.
He waited two hours until a doctor approached.
"Family of Miss Y/l?"
Charles stood up.
"I'm her boyfriend. How is she?"
"Y/N suffered several concussions. Her left leg was broken, and she had internal bleeding. We managed to fix both problems."
"So she'll be okay?"
The doctor paused. "Even though we managed to fix the fractures and bleeding, the impact with the other car was so severe that it punctured one of her lungs with a rib. She also suffered a head injury. We had to put her in an induced coma."
"Coma...?"
"I'm so sorry, we're doing everything we can to save her."
Charles stopped listening. His head spun. He almost collapsed to the floor if his brothers hadn't caught him.
They were talking to him, but he couldn't hear a single word they were saying.
His little girl. The love of his life was in danger. Fighting for her life. And there was nothing he could do.
He felt like he could die right there. His eyes filled with tears, his chest tightened, making it hard to breathe.
"Calm down, Charles," his mother said, coming closer and trying to comfort him. "Everything will be alright, she's strong."
Hours passed before he could see her. She was on a ventilator, with a leg in a cast and bruises all over her face and neck.
Charles didn't want to think about the wounds underneath, hidden by the blankets.
He went over and, trembling, took her hand in his. They were cold. The warmth he always felt when he held her hands was gone.
He sighed shakily and sat down in the chair beside her. He never let go of her hand, not even when the doctors—several of them—came to examine her, or when the nurse cleaned her wounds.
Two whole days passed before his mother managed to get him out of the room, demanding that he take a bath and eat something. He did everything as quickly as he could and returned to her.
His bosses at Ferrari agreed to give him two weeks to get settled, but time kept passing and Y/n remained the same; every now and then she would improve, but then she would relapse.
Almost at the limit of his mental health, Charles wandered the hospital corridors, never alone, always accompanied by one of his brothers, who, while there for Y/n, were certainly worried that their brother might do something reckless.
Lorenzo was in the room with Y/n while Charles went to sign important paperwork, his hand in hers just as he had promised his brother; he didn't let go. Never.
One fear Charles had developed during those two weeks was that she would think she was alone, so he always made sure someone, mostly himself, was holding her hand.
That day the doctor said her lung was almost healed; she just needed a couple more oxygen sessions to expand again.
They brought her out of the coma, but she didn't wake up immediately. The process was slow; another two weeks had to pass.
The doctor examined her for the third time that day.
"Is there something preventing her from waking up?" Charles asked, worried.
The doctor sighed and gave him that look he'd received for the past month.
Pity. Compassion.
"There's really nothing physical preventing her from waking up. She should have woken up days ago." He signed some papers at the foot of the bed. He looked at him sadly. "Sometimes... sometimes there are patients who don't want to wake up."
Charles watched him leave and was left alone with his brothers.
He looked at his girlfriend's body. She seemed at peace, calmer than she had ever been.
"You have to wake up, Y/n," he said aloud, not caring that his brothers could hear the plea in his voice. "It's the only thing you have to do. I'll take care of the rest."
He had felt many emotions during that time, but anger was the last thing he had expected to feel.
But there it was.
Angry with the situation, his life, his fate, with himself, with the doctors who kept telling him to wait longer.
And with her. For not waking up when they had a whole life ahead of them.
"You promised me you'd never leave me. So get up and keep your damn promise." His voice rose slightly.
"Charles..." Lorenzo tried to approach him to calm him down. He placed his hand on his shoulder.
"No," he shook his hand off his shoulder and walked closer to her. The sounds of the machines filled the silence until he spoke again. "She promised! And I know how much she hates breaking promises." Charles's sob broke his brother's heart. "So she has to wake up and keep her"
The Monegasque's entire body trembled with uncontrollable sobs. He took her hand and squeezed it.
"Please," he said through tears, "I can't do this without you, I don't function without you. Please don't abandon me like everyone else. Please, Cherie. Please... you just have to wake up."
Arthur looked away, his eyes watering at so much suffering.
The machines began to beep loudly. Nurses rushed in, shouting,
"Code Blue! Get the family out!" one of them yelled. A male nurse quickly guided them toward the exit.
The door closed and the curtains were drawn. Charles angrily punched the nearby wall; his own heart was trapped in that room.
He wanted to scream and hit things. It was a bad moment for the man responsible for the accident to appear, full of remorse and regret.
Charles saw red as he approached; he knew who it was thanks to the police. The driver strode forward toward him.
"Man, I'm so sorry..."
Before he could finish speaking, Charles punched him in the nose, causing it to bleed.
His brothers stopped him before he could hit him again.
"If anything happens to her, I swear to God, I'll kill you!" he yelled.
"Get out of here," Arthur told the man, disgust in his voice.
"I didn't mean to... I swear, I didn't see her."
Arthur moved dangerously close to the man. "Don't tempt me to break your face. Go. Now."
The man ended up leaving in tears, a victim of his own recklessness.
"Banning you from the hospital won't help Y/N at all. Control yourself, she needs you. She needs us." He pushed his brother aside and approached Lorenzo. "We need to get a restraining order in case he tries to come near again."
The Ferrari driver collapsed, sliding down the wall until he was on the floor.
Ten minutes passed before a nurse came out.
He braced himself for the news he already knew they would give him.
He had lost many people he loved and still hadn't gotten used to that emptiness in his chest, to the feeling of loss.
But of one thing he was certain.
There was no place he wouldn't follow his beloved Y/N.
He always knew that not even death would separate them; if that was fate's will, so be it.
He would a funeral for her, of course, and give her the recognition she deserved while she was still alive. But then, when night fell and he was alone, he would follow her wherever she was.
"She's asking for you. She's awake."
So he raised his head, looked into the nurse's eyes, and braced himself.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It has to be a perfect Christmas, but a small hiccup could jeopardize the mission. Thank goodness Y/n is easy to please.
A/n: English is not my first language!!
MASTERLIST
Based on his search, a search he'd done painstakingly on the web, Charles deduced that this year had to be Y/n's best Christmas
"It's not her first Christmas, what's the point?" Arthur shook his head.
"But it might be the first one she'll remember," he replied excitedly. "According to Google, children are five or older when they begin to remember things."
Arthur frowned. "She's four."
"She turned five three months ago."
Arthur shrugged, dismissing it. "It's the same thing. So, what do you have in mind?"
Charles handed him the list he had made and began to read it.
Decorate the house.
Watch Christmas movies.
Arthur dressed as Santa.
Leo dressed as a reindeer.
Find a perfect Christmas tree.
Arthur finished reading and looked at him.
"Okay, two things," he held up two fingers. "First, there's no way I'm playing Santa. Second, you don't know any Christmas recipes."
Charles gave him a dirty look. "First, you'll do it if you still want that extremely expensive gift you asked me for."
"That's no fair!"
"And second," Charles ignored him. "Alex will be the one cooking with her, I'll just be there."
"Fine, I will, but my gift better be here."
Charles smiled at him and continued looking at outfit ideas on Pinterest for his sister.
The week before Christmas, the Ferrari driver decorated his entire house with lots of lights and garlands, even placing mistletoe on his bedroom door, something Alexandra laughed at but gave him a kiss anyway.
When Y/N walked into the house, she was fascinated by all the decorations.
"Charliee," she cried excitedly, "there's a Santa on the doorstep!" She excitedly pointed at a smiling Santa figurine.
"Do you like it? Let's make your Christmas letter for him"
"I already made it with Mom, and we left it at the post office at the North Pole! Can we make cookies?"
Charles nodded, and they went to the kitchen where his girlfriend was already waiting for them, wearing an apron.
While his girls were cooking, Charles made a quick call to his mother.
"What do you mean you don't know what was in the letter?"
"She wrote it herself, didn't let anyone see it, and then we left her at the mall."
"How will we know what to give her if we don't know what she asked for?"
"I'm sure she'll love whatever we give her."
Charles said goodbye to his mother and wondered what to do. The last thing he wanted was for Christmas to be ruined by giving the wrong gift.
He headed to the kitchen with an idea in mind. He approached them, and while Alex put the cookies in the oven, he talked to her. He sat her sister down on the counter and tried to think of a lie.
"We should write another letter," he began.
"Why?"
"Uh... The North Pole post office called me and they can't find your letter. They think one of the elves lost it."
"But," Y/n's eyes watered, "I decorated the envelope and wrote all the words correctly, like you told me. It took me a lot of tries."
"I know you put a lot of effort into it, I'm sorry. But we can make this letter together and decorate it much better."
"But... but..." Her eyes began to water, and Alex gave him a dirty look. "I used up all my best stickers."
Charles almost cursed himself out loud.
Before the girl started to cry, he pretended his phone was ringing and held it to his ear.
"Hello?" waited a few seconds in silence. "Oh, I see, that's fine. Thank you very much... yeah, greetings to the elves."
Y/n looked at him expectantly.
"Well, I have news. They found your letter." Y/n's smile grew. "They got the name mixed up."
"Y/n," Alex called before her boyfriend could say something that made her cry again. "Do you want to decorate the cookies?"
"Yes!"
Later that night, while everyone was asleep, Charles made a call to his brother, Arthur.
"For God's sake, bro. It's one in the morning, go to sleep."
"I won't be able to sleep if I don't know what she wants as a gift and there's only a week left."
"Fine, but you owe me one."
He heard Arthur get up and walk toward his sister's room.
"It's a mess," he muttered, "all messed up."
"Focus," he asked. "I need you to search through the papers on her desk. She must have tried to write the letter several times."
"Yea i can tell, there are crumpled papers everywhere." He heard paper rustling. "Wait, I have one almost complete, but the handwriting is illegible."
"She's getting better and she's trying really hard," Charles defended.
"Yes, yes, whatever you say, listen," he cleared his throat. "Dear Saint... blah blah blah... for this year." The younger laughed. "She spelled that word so badly."
"Arthur..." he was losing his patience.
"I'm sorry, Dear Santa, for this year I want... oh god, this girl." This time He laughed for a completely different reason. "I want unlimited hugs, endless kisses, eternal love, and a toy for Leo, with love, Y/n."
Charles was speechless.
"I hope that's what you were looking for. I'm going to sleep. See you."
"Goodbye, thanks, Thur."
He didn't know exactly what he was going to give her, but he went to sleep knowing he could fulfill every item on her list.
Y/n always boasted about being a sensible person in her relationships.
She was always the one in her group of friends who said she would never forgive a man for cheating, the one who at the first sign would grab her things and never look back.
She always said it, but when Charles started acting strange, she stayed.
When he met a new girl in his neighborhood, swearing they were just friends, she didn't question him.
"She's like a sister to me," the driver told her one day when she was searching for answers.
She stayed when he kept her company for hours and Y/n didn't know where they were.
She stayed when he swore he just was jealous of his friend because he was just being protective.
She stayed when he answered his friend's messages in the bathroom, always far away from her.
She stayed when they both got into an argument and he deleted their conversations.
She stayed when he kept in touch despite telling her it was something that bothered her.
She stayed. again and again
It was like chasing a ghost, knowing it was there, but not being able to see it clearly.
i assumed that when Y/n had said she'd leave at the first sign of cheating, she'd never loved anyone enough to understand what it meant to choose to stay.
Charles meant everything to her, and abandoning him meant abandoning a part of herself.
But the trust was gone, and she didn't think she'd ever felt so stupid in her entire life. She didn't know what to do.
The thing about Charles was that he treated her like a queen, always pampering her and showing her love. There were days when she told herself none of it mattered because she'd never find anyone who loved her the way he did.
Should she leave him or stay, choosing not to waste two years of her life?
