— a summer filler with the leclercs! featuring the afformentioned fight here: and the aftermath of monaco's grand prix, with jenson button slander.
pairings: leclercs x bq!leclerc reader, f1 grid x leclerc!reader, jenson button x leclerc!reader
"did you sleep we..." charles lets the word hang, pressing his lips together in disappointment as you spared him no other glance, taking a seat beside lorenzo's girlfriend, charlotte who was happy to entertain you with a chat.
beside him, arthur laughs; the little shit was overly enthusiastic about your little spat with charles, taking great pleasure in the lost expression he wore, staring after you like a kicked puppy.
he mouths a threat, and arthur merely laughs. "how's it feel to be an outcast, dear brother?"
"i don't know, how would being tossed into the ocean feel?" charles retorts, huffing as he sank back in his seat.
you have been cross with him for several days now— refusing to acknowledge his presence, barely speaking to him; texts and calls were futile, and ignoring his invites to go out.
this brunch had been pre-planned before your fight with your big brother; so this would be the first time you grace him with your presence again. much as charles bribed you; he even offered up monaco's treasury and the gem from a royalty's crown.
charles was at the end of his wits; he hated fighting with you. he could barely bring himself to chastise you, and most of his reminders were fond and teasing; but he'd never truly argued with you. he had a problem with raising his voice to his only sister, believing he was above such crass mannerism... but he was severely mistaken if he thinks his offences would translate well for your ire.
"you can't blame her," lorenzo chides. "you intercepted a call from her doctor, snooped around with her medication—"
"and snooped around her phone again." arthur supplies. charles crosses his arms, saying nothing to defend himself but nothing in apology either.
"not my fault. i heard medication and blacked out. i was worried, tu ne peux pas me reprocher." charles whispers, his voice growing smaller by the second as pascale too, glares at him.
"they were contraceptives, you simpering idiot." pascale reproaches, dismissing the collective recoil of her sons at the word; she rolls her eyes. they had girlfriends no sooner than they turned tweens, yet they still struggled to wrap their head around the fact that you could be... doing the same thing.
scared of their own shadows is what they are.
they were trembling down to their very core, even if it can't be said; the population of monaco and the media did have the faintest idea of their... less than decisions, and while they would willingly atone for their wrongs, they were only too certain it would come at the form of their baby sister.
"she shouldn't have the faintest idea of what those are." charles quips, tinkering with his glass.
arthur looks at you discreetly, "i agree. but i don't think we should agitate her futher. the jen—"
lorenzo scowls, "don't even mention his fucking name."
arthur squints nervously, while charles huffs. they haven't broached the — him — subject yet either; when the news broke in monaco, it was quickly overshadowed by his home win, but the aftermath of it had you bombarded by photographers and journalists.
charles was both petrified for your safety and equal parts livid at the way they crowded you. security was scarcely allowed for individual personnel, but they had to enlist several men stationed at different hospitalities, aswell as private securities sent by the drivers themselves; barred from seing you themselves, lest it becomes a full on stampede. it had been a mad scramble to get you to safety and back home.
jenson button was public enemy number one, yet it barely pleased the brothers.
they blamed him for his incompetence; if he had been more of a man and less of an idiot, the news would have remained a secret. if it was money the photographer needed, pay the damn man, then. what were his millions for? granted it was probably blackmail; but the backlash was to their younger sister, and never to the man.
jenson was swift to remedy the situation, however. he wiped the pictures off the face of social media, sued tabloids who printed them, promising legal action in quick succession. there's still much to be said about his moving anecdotes; yet the media blackout he had managed to pull were most impressive.
his manager reckons jenson spent seven figures to make sure his sister wasn't painted in a bad light nor would it affect her future prospects; explicitly warning gossip hosts to hold their tongue and many others of similar nature. so he wasn't really a deadbeat, but he was still incompetent in their eyes.
"yet you knew of him many years prior." charles utters under his breath, making lorenzo roll his eyes.
"in my defense; i was able to pretend it was not real. they weren't seeing eachother where we could see." lorenzo responds.
"it's still not real." arthur butts in. "my sister is as pure as spring water. she's above relationships." he was very firm that you would never associate yourself with a man.
these were all lies by evil corporations.
"obviously. he tricked her somehow." charles scoffs as if stating the most obvious fact.
pascale just shook her head as her sons huddled, exhibiting various degrees of delusions. though, she was certain they believed you to be blameless; still that little girl in your brother's eyes....
