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[changetyre]

Not like this (P5) II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)

SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.

WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death

A/N: Hey...please give me ideas for this story cause I'm sort of winging it rn.

10 days...it had been 10 days since you'd visited the house and 10 days since you'd been confined to Charles's apartment. Every day you felt more and more helpless despite him giving you updates on what he had found out...which wasn't much.  

From what he knew they were an old circle, thought to have disappeared years ago... they only hid away all this time, growing stronger in silence. You still didn't know why you, why your circle had been targeted, and what they wanted which worried you the most. 

Charles held back from telling you how he was finding this out, who he sent to investigate, and all the details in between despite your persistence to know. He didn't need you knowing all the favors he was calling in. 

He knew you were worried and restless, so he took the liberty to keep secretly buying ingredients, cooking, and baking utensils knowing this kept your mind busy. And he certainly didn't mind the amazing homemade dishes being prepared daily. 

Of course, you noticed, how magically the kitchen was always stocked, and updated frequently but you thought it was a way for Charles to keep you out of the way since he hadn't found the need to buy you more clothes apart from the fresh ones he got you on day 1. Apart from undergarments you continuously wore Charles's clothes around the house. 

You had finished preparing lunch, and you'd sat around the kitchen for a while but ultimately you had enough, you needed more answers, to do something. You decided to go straight into Charles's office, not caring if you were interrupting something. 

"-I will. You have my word." You caught onto Charles's last words on the call he was having. He heard you open the door and hung up soon after. "What are you doing here?" 

"I need answers." You wasted no time. 

"I've told you what I know." Charles quickly responded, serious as ever as he sat back down at his desk.  

You walked towards him, leaning over the desk and covering the pages that stole his attention from you. 

"I know there's more." You spoke angrily. 

"Not anything you need to know." Charles took your wrist firmly and tried to remove your hand from the pages. 

In anger, you squeezed your hand into a fist scrunching the pages under it. "Do I have to remind you this all started with my circle being destroyed?!" 

"I fucking need that," Charles spoke in anger dismissing your question, getting up and pushing your hand away successfully this time. 

"I don't give a shit! Charles, I need answers!" Your frustration was evident in your voice. 

"Or what?" Charles looked up at you, challenging you. 

You stayed quiet, what were you to say? 

"Huh? What are you going to do? You have nothing left and-" Charles leaned over the desk this time. 

You weren't going to tolerate his smugness but also his words stung more than you'd like to admit. You reached forward grabbing his collar but Charles reacted equally as fast. 

He grabbed your arm not allowing you to pull him forward and instead pulling you onto the desk. 

You fought him still pulling him by the collar in hopes of causing at least the tiniest bit of harm but this only ended up with the both of you over the table. Charles over you as you held tightly to his collar and he to your wrist, his other hand supporting his body weight.

"I told you I would leave." You kicked his leg from under him, turning at the same time causing him to fall onto his back on the floor, he was winded but still kept a tight grip this time on both your arms as you lay atop him. 

"And I said no-" Charles gritted his teeth angrily as he kicked forward, making you land on your back this time, though his grip on your arms prevented you from hitting the ground hard. 

"Why are you doing this?" Your words weren't angered anymore, or frustrated...they were desperate. You felt as his grip on you weakened allowing you to take control for a final time. 

Kicking forward you forced Charles to get off you, his grip slipping away as you got up. 

"You started it." Charles scoffed as he got up dusting himself off. 

"You know I didn't mean this." You turned to face him. "Why are you helping me? Why are you doing all of this?" You pointed to the table, full of plans and maps. 

Charles stared at his desk, wondering the same thing. He had been asking himself the same thing for days now, this didn't make any sense just like you said but he wasn't going to stop. 

You waited...waited for any response. But it was all futile. 

"Let's go. You need to practice." Charles once again dismissed your questions, he grabbed his coat which hung over his chair walking past you, hitting your shoulder in the process. 

You stood in his office, a defeated sigh escaping your lips as you accepted silence for what felt like the hundredth time. But he was right...what were you going to do?

You didn't say anything, not a word as you got into Charles's car, his men following close behind letting him drive you somewhere, not caring where that somewhere was. 

Charles watched you, he could see the thoughts running through your head as you let your head lean on his car window as if accepting your new reality. He would give you an answer if only he had one himself. 

"We're here." Charles's words burst your bubble of thoughts as he pulled into an underground access that seemed abandoned, thick walls surrounding every inch of the place. 

You looked around nervously. "Are you-" 

"I wouldn't have driven all this way just to kill you." He interrupted before you could even finish the question. 

Charles led you through several doors, his men staying behind after the first 3 until you arrived at an indoor shooting range. 

"Really? All of this just for target practice?" You scoffed. 

"I need a quiet place...sometimes I like more realistic target practices...you know?" Charles smirked. He took off his jacket as he opened a cabinet on the side of the room filled with guns of all different models a big drawer of ammo just below it. 

"Pick one," Charles said as he rolled up his sleeves, allowing you to appreciate his taut muscles. 

"You trust me with a gun?" You smirked this time as you approached the cabinet. 

"No, but you know we've been through this plenty of times now, if we wanted to kill each other we would've already, but for some reason, we have yet to figure out we haven't" Charles spoke casually as if this hadn't been the cause of all your troubled thoughts recently. 

"I'm sure we might have an idea-" you spoke softly as you took hold of a gun, looking up you realized you stood closer to him than you'd realized. 

"I'm none the wiser." Charles looked down, not missing the way he could feel your chest on his own but he dismissed you as he grabbed a gun himself. 

"Is it that painfully hard for you to admit you might not hate me?" You questioned him. 

"I haven't heard you admit anything." He bit back.

"Trust me...you won't." You laughed.

"Guess we're both stubborn like that then," Charles smirked proceeding to line himself up and shoot repeatedly at the center of the dummy target that stood a few meters away not missing a single shot.

He also didn't miss how you didn't flinch even slightly at the loud bangs. 

"Yep, guess that's one thing we got in common." You turned too not even taking a second to line yourself up before proceeding to shoot the target too except directly at the groin, a single hole was hit repeatedly only burning it bigger with each shot.

A shiver ran through Charles's body at your perfect and eerie aim. 

"But one of us has to give eventually." You finished, annoyed as you thrust the gun into Charles's arms and proceeded to walk out of the range. 

Charles could only hear as the doors opened and closed after you. 

[changetyre]

Not like this (P10) II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)

SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.

WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death, slow burn.

A/N: Better late than never...

As you sped away into the night, tires screeching against the damp pavement, the silence in the car seemed louder than that of the gunfire you'd just escaped. You kept your gaze trained forward, unwilling to betray any hint of the turmoil in your mind. You never meant to drag him into this mess, yet here he was, determined to help you when he could have easily abandoned you or killed you. 

You hadn't spoken a word since you'd bolted from his place, the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging heavily in the car. Finally, he broke the silence, voice low but tense.

"Did you let anyone see you? In your little escapade?" he asked his grip tight on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road.

You glanced at him, unsure whether it was anger or something else. "No. I was careful Charles."

His jaw clenched. "You're sure no one caught even a glance?"

"I don't know," You replied honestly, averting your gaze. "It's possible Charles...I-I don't know."

He scoffed. "You don't know..." he repeated your words. 

"Charles I told you you didn't have to do this. Are you second-guessing your decisions? Why did you even run with me then?" I questioned him, aware of the building tension between us. 

He laughed bitterly. "Good question. Maybe I have a weakness for trouble. Or maybe," he glanced at you, his dark eyes softening as he looked at you, "I'm not as willing to let you go as I should be."

You let out a shaky breath. Your walls, carefully constructed over years of deceit and control, felt dangerously close to crumbling. Here you were, vulnerable and exposed, relying on the man you'd once thought of as nothing but an enemy. 

"Pull over," You said abruptly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shot you a sideways glance, eyebrows knit in confusion. "Are you insane? Do you want to get killed now? They could have followed us you know?"

"Just pull over!" you screamed, your desperation left no room for argument.

Reluctantly, he guided the car to a secluded side street, the engine growing silent. You leaned forward, your head in your hands, and your breathing was uneven.

For a moment, he thought you might be on the brink of passing out, the overbearing weight of everything finally overtaking you. But then you lifted your head, meeting his gaze with a fierceness he hadn't seen in you in a long time.

"You don't get it, do you?" you laughed, a defeated laugh, voice shaking with a mixture of anger. 

"Whoever did this to me...whoever is coming after me won't stop. They're cruel. They've already wiped out everyone in my circle, everyone I ever cared about, and trusted. They just came after you too Charles. I'm the last loose end...and anyone who gets close to me becomes a target, you've become a target." you looked him straight in the eyes. 

"I'm not exactly a stranger to danger," he replied, his voice calm but with a firmness to it. "You think I haven't faced threats before? I'm not some helpless bystander."

"This is different Charles" you insisted, frustration evident in your voice. "They're organized, smart. They know my moves, my strengths, my weaknesses. And now...they know you're involved."

His expression softened, and he reached over, his hand grasping yours, warm and grounding. "I'm not running away. As I said, we're doing it together...and we'll be ready"

You stared at him, still confused as to why he was so adamant to stay by your side. For so long, you'd built your life around distrust, convinced that everyone would betray you. But here he was, offering support...and maybe something else she was to scared to face. 

"Ok." I nodded looking down at your linked hands, a small sigh of resignation slipping out. "This won't be pretty Leclerc. There's no telling what they'll throw at us next."

He smirked, shifting the car back into gear. "Let them come." His tone was so confident it almost made me believe there was no way we would be defeated. 

Charles started driving again, in silence, but it was different this time. The tension that had once simmered between you now felt like something else his hand remained linked with yours and it wasn't awkward. You tried to ignore the way your pulse quickened whenever his fingers brushed against your hand or the way he would use your hand to change gears instead of letting go. You tried focusing on formulating a plan, piecing together the scattered fragments of information you had.

"We need somewhere safe to hide out," he said after a while, breaking her thoughts. 

"I know a place," she replied, her voice steady. "But I have no way to tell if it's compromised. Could be dangerous."

"Risks don't scare me." Charles smiled. 

You hesitated. "It's an old safehouse on the outskirts of the city, that belonged to my great-grandparents. Hardly anyone knows about it. Or at least I hope." 

"We can't keep driving forever. We have to risk it." Charles agreed. 

You nodded, Your mind already shifting into a tactical mode, plotting the next steps. If you reached the safehouse, you'd have a chance to gather supplies, and maybe even access some information about who was behind the attack. But a gnawing doubt and fear lingered, that the safehouse was already compromised. 

The drive felt endless, the road twisting through darkened streets and deserted alleyways. You drove all night, city lights faded as you moved toward the outskirts, replaced by the eerie silence and loneliness of abandoned buildings. Finally, you arrived, the safehouse looked just like every other abandoned house you'd passed, with no indication of recent activity. 

You'd exited the car cautiously, scanning the area for any sign of movement. You led him to a hidden door on the side of the building, taking a deep breath before pressing a series of numbers into a camoflaged keypad. A few seconds passed before a door clicked open, and you both quickly slipped inside, your relief was palpable as the heavy door sealed shut behind you.

The safe house was sparse, a relic from another life. Dust covered the surfaces, and the air was stale, but it was uncompromised. You motioned for him to sit while you searched for supplies, grabbing a first-aid kit from a cabinet in the corner.

"You're bleeding," he noted, his tone a mixture of surprise and concern.

You glanced down, You'd noticed the red seeping through your clothes in the car but chose to say anything knowing Charles would only grow concerned. But the adrenaline was fading, and the pain was creeping up. "I'll be fine. I've handled worse." You waved him off. 

He took the kit from your hands, his gaze dark. "Sit down." he ordered.

You relented, allowing him to tend to your deep but minor wound. You couldn't help but be reminded of the night that started it all, Charles's touch once harsh and uncaring now the opposite. 

His was careful and precise, and you found yourself studying him, the light furrow of his brows. You once hated him, seeing him as nothing more than an obstacle in her way. But now, as he focused intently on your wounds, you felt a strange warmth bloom in your chest, one you didn't dare acknowledge.

"Thank you," you murmured, your voice barely audible.

He looked up, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. "Don't make this a habit." He joked. 

"You growing fond of me Leclerc?" You smirked. He stared at you, your gazes locking for a few seconds but he didn't answer. 

"We need to figure out who's behind this," he said finally, breaking the silence. "I might have a few contacts who might know something, but it's a gamble."

You nodded. "I might know some people to, it seems whoever is behind this knows I'm not dead so there's no point in trying to stay invisible anymore."

"Then we'll start there." His voice was steady, but his gaze lingered on you, searching. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"I don't have a choice," you replied, your expression hardening. "Whoever did this won't stop until I'm dead. I have to face them head-on."

The determination in your voice was fierce, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration. You were stronger than he'd ever accepted, and despite everything, he was glad to be by your side.

It took 3 days. You took turns sleeping making sure someone was always alert, when you were both away you worked together to plan your next steps, to find information. On the third day once it was finally getting dark you set your plan into motion. 

You were going to split up, each to contact your own sources, gathering whatever intel you could find. You had insisted it was safer this way, less chance of both of them being targeted at once, he had refuted, adamant on sticking together but you had somehow convinced him despite a part of you hating the idea of leaving his side. You agreed that maximum in a week from now you were to meet here again. 

If one of you didn't show up...it was clear what that meant. 

"Promise me you'll be careful," you said, surprising yourself with the fragility of your voice.

He gave you a reassuring nod, his hand taking yours in an action that had become familiar. "You too." his grip on your hand tightened. "We're going to get through this." he sighed as if also trying to convince himself of this. 

With one last glance, you parted ways. 

[changetyre]

Not like this (P3) II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)

SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.

WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death

A/N: This one's also short but I've been super busy and haven't had much time to write so this was the best I could do ;(

"For the record, I don't think this is a good idea" Charles spoke as he drove through the familiar streets at night, the two cars behind him containing some of his own men the only thing in sight. 

"You invited yourself so you don't get to opine." You refuted.

 "This is my car, you're carrying my guns and wearing clothes that I bought you I think I have enough reason to opine." Charles bit back. 

"No one told you to let me live...in fact, I told you to kill me so you chose that yourself-" You were going to argue. 

"Shut up we're here." Charles interrupted you before you could carry on. 

You saw him drive into a hidden road that led to your house which you believed only very few people knew about not including him. "How did you?" You turned to him as he continued driving. 

Charles smirked but kept his eyes on the road. "You're not the only sneaky one here." 

"Stop the car here, we'll have to walk the rest of the way if we want to go unnoticed." You chose to ignore his previous comment as you were coming closer to your estate.

You both got out of the car and stayed close to the tree line as you approached the house, Charles's men surrounding the other side of the estate in case they saw anything. 

"Why the fuck do you need this much land," Charles complained as he wiped some sweat off his forehead from how long you'd been walking. 

"More space more control, more people less possibility of someone entering without me knowing...more control." You once again repeated his own words adjusting them slightly earning a glare from him. 

"Well obviously that logic didn't work...did it?" Charles also used your own words against you but you had to admit it hurt more than you'd imagined. 

Charles noticed how you found no humor in his words instead clearing your throat to disguise the knot that intended to build in it. 

"Obviously not." You said in a volume that Charles wouldn't have heard if the silence around you hadn't been so significant. 

You were finally coming up on the house and your breath hitched at the bodies you could see laying by the stairs leading up to the main door. 

"Are they-" But before Charles could finish asking you'd already run up the closest body. 

"Oh my god Ava." You placed your hand on the woman's cheek who lay lifeless right in front of you. 

Charles kept a look out at your surroundings making sure nobody was watching now that you were in plain sight and luckily the place seemed to have been abandoned after the attack. 

You then quickly moved on to the next bodies by the stairs. "Elijah...Michael." You closed their eyes saying a small prayer hoping they'd found rest. 

"You knew all of their names?" Charles asked in a quiet tone not wanting to disturb the silence. 

"There might've been a lot of people working for me...but they were all family. Every single one of them." Charles didn't miss the way a tear fell before you wiped your eyes quickly. 

You continued your way into the house in the same silence as before not taking it for granted that you hadn't seen or heard anyone around so far. Inside it was worse than outside, with bodies everywhere it was impossible not to step on the blood that had filled the once-white floors. 

Charles let you take your time noticing the way you struggled to continue without at least sparing a glance at the men and women who only a few hours before were guarding you. 

"I'm-" Charles wasn't sure what to say but maybe letting you hear he was sorry for you would make it better except he didn't get the opportunity. 

"Let's go upstairs." You shut him down before he could even get a word in. 

Charles could see his men come in from the back door and signaled for them to have a look around downstairs to which they happily obliged. He followed you upstairs as you moved through the space with ease until arriving at what he would assume was your room. 

He watched as your hand dropped to your side, the gun you held almost slipping from your grasp as you took in the state of your once sacred space but even more so the woman who lay dead by the foot of your bloodied bed. 

It took him completely by surprise when you dropped to your knees in front of the woman and saw how your body shook with the tears you were finally letting escape. 

Charles didn't know what to do so simply stepped closer hoping you were able to feel his presence wondering if it had all become too much or if this had been someone truly special. 

"Her name was Liz- Elizabeth." You began. "She...she was like a mother to me and-" the knot in your throat stopped you for a second. "She helped me escape. She ran to my room as soon as she heard the attack and found me trying to get my guns to fight back but-" your tears increased as you remembered. "She told me to go. She said they could handle it and that I should go." You rested your forehead against Elizabeth in tears. "I knew what would happen and I still left." 

Charles wasn't sure what he was feeling but he had a sudden urge to hug you an urge he would've acted upon if it hadn't been for his men running into the room. 

"Gens arrivent." They whispered, guns drawn. 

"We have to go c,mon." Charles lowered himself to your level. 

You clutched Elizabeth a little harder before placing a kiss on her cold and colorless cheek and leaving her behind. 

"Someone's coming, there's cars," Charles whispered to you as he could see the headlights through the window of her room.

"Come." You took his hand dragging him with you. 

You entered your bathroom and Charles was convinced you had gone insane if it hadn't been for the fact that you pulled your whole bathroom sink and counter out to reveal a hidden passage. 

"What the-" He was impressed. 

His men ran through and ahead but Charles stared at the door in awe. 

"Hurry!" You whispered pushing him in before following yourself and closing the door behind you. 

As soon as she shut the door the dark passage illuminated revealing a long and dark corridor. "This is how I escaped." 

"You walked all the way from here to my place with a gunshot wound through your stomach," Charles asked as you began to walk through the passage. 

"Adrenaline can make you do crazy things." You responded not bothering to look back at him. 

"Why exactly did you go to my place?" Charles rushed to catch up to you. 

"I told you, I wanted you to kill me." You once again avoided his eyes. 

"If you wanted to die you would've simply let yourself bleed out" Charles grabbed your arm stopping you from walking. 

"Wouldn't have been an honorable death." You finally faced him. 

"The way I plan to kill you isn't either" You didn't respond and instead there were a few seconds of silence between you both before Charles continued. "so why?"

[changetyre]

Not like this (P9) II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)

SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.

WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death. (Badly translated french)

A/N: Honestly not love this part but I don't want this this story to drag onto something too long ;(

Charles spent an embarrassingly long amount of time looking for you after the ball, combed the streets, and had his men look into security cameras but it was like you were simply a ghost, gone with no trace which shouldn't have come as a surprise to him. 

Once the sun was coming up again he decided to head back. You could take care of yourself, he told himself. But in reality, a million thoughts of what could've gone wrong crossed his mind. Maybe someone had recognized you at the party it wouldn't have been odd if someone had pointed it out to someone else. Perhaps the people who had tried to kill you had found out and tried it again. 

Charles was snapped out of his reeling thoughts as he heard the front door. Drawing his gun on instinct he was surprised to see you walk in wearing the same dress as yesterday except you held your heels in your hands. 

"Where the fuck have you been?" Charles asked angrily.

"I was-" You looked up at him, snapped out of your thoughts. 

"I have been looking for you all night, do you know how dangerous it is for you to be out there?!" Charles charged toward you. "I have risked my life, time, effort, and men all to keep you protected and you decide just to disappear?" 

You had a rough night, you needed space you needed to think, and coming back to this certainly didn't help. "You think I want all of this Charles? You think I want to have to rely on someone else to stay alive?!" You matched his tone. 

Charles was taken aback, he wasn't sure what he had expected but it wasn't these questions because, in reality, he felt relieved you were back but he certainly was failing to show it. 

"I spent the entire night walking around in these stupid heels-" you continued as you threw the heels at his feet. "wondering what the f*ck is next for me." Your eyes watered. 

Charles wasn't sure what to say, choosing to remain silent. 

"I thought tonight I could find out something." Your tone lowered with your head, defeated. "I thought maybe I could figure out who or maybe even just...why." A tear slipped down your cheek. "But you're right...you've risked too much for me when I have nothing left." you met his eyes. 

"That's not what I meant y/n I just-" Charles was filled with guilt, trying to find the right words this time. 

"Look I don't know why I came to you that night Charles." Your voice was so frail. "But I do know you probably should've just killed me that night...instead of saving me. Would've saved us both a lot of effort." You laughed but it was evident you were just masking the pain as you soon broke into a sob. 

Charles didn't care this time. He didn't care as he closed the gap between you both pulling you tightly into his arms. He held you, held you as you cried into his chest, held you as you let yourself fall into his arms and whisk you away.

"I'm glad I didn't kill you that night," Charles whispered as he placed a kiss atop your head. 

He thought you didn't hear him over your own cries but once you glanced up at him, your eyes red and cheeks tear-stained he knew you had. "What happens when you get tired of me Charles?" 

He looked deeply into your eyes, using his thumb to wipe away at the tears as best as he could. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of you. Turns out you're my favorite person to hate." 

Charles' heart warmed at the small smile he saw tug at your lips. "I'm sorry." you apologized, unsure of what for exactly but feeling the need to. 

"Me too." Charles felt the same urge. 

"And thank you, for...everything." You added Charles felt you squeeze him tighter before leaning up and placing a kiss on his cheek. 

"Shh." Charles wasn't sure what to reply. "Let's get some rest." 

You looked up realizing Charles had brought you to his room, the only room in his apartment you hadn't dared to intrude into before. 

Charles got up opening his drawers to pull a shirt out. "Here get comfortable." He tossed the shirt over. "I'll stay in the guest room tonight." 

"Charles you don't-" You were interrupted by one of Charles's men bursting into the room. 

"Ils arrivent! C'est un massacre en bas!" (They're coming! It's a blood bath downstairs) He yelled at Charles. 

"Fait brûler les documents et gagne nous du temps!" (Burn the documents and buy us time) he insturcted the man who soon took of running. 

"C, mon!" Charles extended his hand to you which you didn't hesitate to take. He dragged you to the guest room. 

"Get some shoes on quickly!" He instructed as he ran back outside. You wasted no time not only getting shoes on but quickly changing into something more practical. 

Once you were done Charles was back, a duffle bag in hand. "Take this." He handed you a gun. 

You grabbed it and Charles quickly took your hand again. "Let's go." He led you outside his apartment, you could hear screams and gunshots close by as he led you towards a back door. 

Before Charles opened the door you stopped him. "Charles wait!" You pulled him back. "You don't have to-" 

"Don't." He quickly stopped you. "Whatever happens outside, we're in this together." He squeezed your hand tighter. 

Although reluctantly you nodded knowing you wouldn't be able to change his mind right now and you were running out of time. "Okay." 

Charles opened the door, you caught sight of his men shooting at some people you were having trouble recognizing. "Keep running don't look back!" Charles kept a tight hold of you pulling you with him until you reached his garage. 

He got into one of his numerous Ferraris and you quickly followed. As you looked back a few bullets flew at the back of the car but thanks to the bulletproof glass failed to cause any real harm. 

Your heart broke, realizing Charles had just had to drive away from his men, a painful reminder this was all because of you.  

[changetyre]

Not like this (P7) II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)

SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.

WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death

A/N: Still accepting suggestions for this story btw ;)

Charles stood in front of his full-length mirror adjusting his tie, his suit was perfectly neat, clean, and spotless. He used his most expensive cologne, adorned his hands and wrist with his favorite rings and bracelets, and spent a little more time on his hair, ensuring it was tidy enough to last the evening. 

He wasn't sure why he was so nervous not only having been to countless balls before but also having used these scenes to scope out information probably in most. Were you going to like the dress he picked out for you? What if they'd given him the wrong size? Did he pick the right shape and size of heels? 

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a knock on his door. It had to be you. Taking one last glance at himself in the mirror he opened the door, his breath immediately catching in his throat as his eyes landed on you. 

"Uhm, I can't zip up the dress alone." You shyly admitted as you turned around completely oblivious to the effect you were having on the man. 

Charles was speechless, he could see your bear back having been forced to wear this dress without a bra, and the zipper just ended before the curve of your ass making him imagine things he should've felt ashamed of. 

Clearing his throat Charles tried his best to regain composure as he grabbed the zipper of your dress and pulled it up appreciating every small detail he'd been allowed to see of your body, the small freckles adorning your back and a small scar that peaked out your side he could just about make out. 

"Thank you." You turned back around and once again Charles found himself struggling to steady his breathing as he appreciated how the dress perfectly hugged your body. The red fabric wrapped tightly around your waist, and the wrap details gave it a snatched look, the slit reached just above your thigh making the look so...mesmerizing. 

"You look...beautiful." Charles would be a fool not to admit it and liked that he could see a small tint on your cheeks at the compliment. 

"Oh...Well, you picked the dress well." you shied away. 

It was weird for the both of you, unsure of how to react to the compliments being so used to the constant rude remarks thrown at each other normally. But it felt nice, even if they'd never admit it. 

"I'm not sure anyone could wear this as good as you," Charles muttered quietly under his breath but it was loud enough for you to hear it. 

You turned around to face him as you tied the mask around your eyes preparing yourself to head out, to Charles it was a crime to have your face covered as your features truly complimented the attire so perfectly but a weird side of him was glad no one would be able to appreciate you in your entirety aside from him tonight. 

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"Okay just remember you're my girlfriend, Luna Monroe, no one's heard of you because you belonged to Circle 55 before they expanded to Monaco, I've spoken to the leader he's ready to back us up if needed," Charles explained just as you were pulling up to the valet outside Avolire Palace. 

"I know I've been memorizing all morning and afternoon." You reassured him. "And I've got plan B if necessary," you smirked hiking your dress up, your covered leg displaying a tight strap that hid several sheats.

Charles cleared his throat trying to regain composure at the sight surprised at how much the sight had affected him. He wasn't sure what to say also afraid his voice would sound weak if he spoke now so he simply nodded before getting out of the car. 

"Men." You laughed to yourself noticing the effect you had on him this time. 

Walking inside your arm was tightly wrapped around Charles ready to keep up appearances, it was clear that as soon as you walked in you drew attention as several conversations died down and you felt the piercing gaze of several sets of eyes. You felt Charles's hand slide down your body before wrapping tightly around your waist drawing you closer to him. 

"Keep your head low darling," Charles whispered against your temple before placing a kiss on it using it as a cover as you continued walking further into the ballroom. 

"Seems like it'll be harder than expected to go unnoticed." You turned around to face Charles wrapping your arms around his shoulders as both his hands came to grip your waist now and you started swaying to the music. 

"I thought you were the best at that?" Charles smirked, you could see the glint of mischief in his eyes even through the mask as he pulled you closer your chest touching his. 

"I didn't say I couldn't do it, did I?" You bit back earning a laugh from the man. "Might just need a drink before." You added. 

"Why don't I go get us a drink then?" He suggested, giving you a wink before gently detaching himself from you and walking away. 

You stood to the side avoiding the collision with the dancing bodies as you scoped out the place discretely. You recognized a few people and watched carefully at the people deep in conversations, your eyes landing on two men who looked to be in a heated discussion across the room, you recognized one as Patrick Mosley son of Max Mosley a powerful leader in his time although his circle had struggled to recover after his death, it was odd to see Patrick around events as big as this but it was unmistakably him, his hand tattoo only bringing further confirmation. The second man was harder to identify as his back was turned to the dance floor.

You tried moving around the room in attempts to catch a glance at the man only to be interrupted by a body colliding against yours. "Oh I'm sorry." you quickly apologized to the man in front of you. 

"Oh please excuse me I wasn't looking." His hand rested on your waist where it had landed in an attempt to stabilize you after the hit. 

"Oh it's all forgiven from my side" You quickly added using your best attempts at charm to quickly move past the interaction. 

"I'm Esteban Ocon." The man extended his hand obviously eager to keep chatting.

"Luna." You shook his hand noticing you'd lost sight of the man you were looking for already. 

"Excuse my forwardness but you look absolutely ravishing tonight Luna." The man smiled widely, trying to cut the distance between the both of you. 

"Oh...thank you I'm actually looking for someone if you'll excuse me." You stepped back, offering him a kind smile but ready to move on but were stopped once again by Esteban. 

"Mosley?" He asked catching your attention, you hadn't been careful enough. "Yeah I was wondering what he could be arguing about, after everything I've heard." he piqued your interest further. 

You weighed your options and although the last thing you wanted was to shake off a man tonight you needed the information. "Care for a dance." You extended your hand to him. 

"It would be my pleasure." He smirked cockily taking your hand in his before leading you to the center of the room. You let him place his hands on your waist while you placed your arms on your shoulder still maintaining an odd amount of distance. 

"So do you know Mosely?" You began. 

"Hmm not much, he's been MIA for a couple of years, a few sightings here and there but ever since the attack on that circle he's been reappearing again...wonder if he's behind it." He laughed oblivious to the anger that coursed through your veins. 

"Attack on a circle?" You had to act oblivious "What happened?" 

"All I know is Mosley and other circle members who were thought to be dead started reappearing days before a circle just outside the city was attacked, everyone dead except the leader who escaped, she hasn't been seen since. I think she's dead." Your grip tightened on the man involuntarily. "eager are we?" He took it as a sign of affection which you had to play along with drawing closer to his body to distract him. 

"Why were they attacked?" You continued asking as you felt his hand lowering reaching close to the curve of your ass, you sure as hell would've broken his arm already if you didn't need him to keep talking.

"I heard something but it's impossible. I think it's all bullsh*t." He spoke, his tone a little more serious. 

"What is it?" You laughed trying to act unserious. 

He met your eyes, you could tell he was weighing his options, should he tell you or not? Just as he was about to open his mouth you felt a familiar arm wrap tightly around your waist, your back coming in contact with someone's chest. 

[changetyre]

Not like this (P8) II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)

SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.

WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death

A/N: Ok this is going somewhere...

Charles had been watching, he kept an eye on you even after leaving you to get a drink. He noticed your eyes lock onto someone smoothly walking through the crowd, you might've gone unnoticed by those around you but he noticed your every move.

He also noticed the way Ocon's eyes had landed on you like a predator before he deliberately positioned himself in your way so you would bump into him. He watched, watched as Ocon's hand quickly came to grasp your waist immediate anger consuming him as watched you apologize for the incident.

He downed his drink as he saw you attempt to walk away before being drawn back by something Ocon had said. Charles's jaw clenched at the sight of you offering your hand to the man before he led you to the dance floor. What the hell were you doing? You were his...for tonight. He reminded himself.

He'd contained himself downing a few more drinks as he watched you dance with Ocon but he snapped once he saw the way his hand was slowly making its way down your body. He'd had enough.

He forgot all about the drinks as he crossed the distance, not laying his eyes off you. Why the hell did the man even bother wearing a mask? His height and terrible posture were enough of a giveaway and if that wasn't enough his accent sure enough would reveal his identity. Charles thought to himself. Ocon had been an acquaintance, shortly an enemy of a close circle Charles had never had any desire to deal with the man but kept a respectful distance and now he wanted nothing more than to shoot that stupid grin off his face.

Once he reached you Charles was quick to wrap his arm around your waist just like he had before, it felt right, the curve of your body made perfectly for his grip.

"Cherie they didn't have the drink you wanted I'm sorry," Charles whispered into your ear as he pulled you into his chest.

He felt a small gasp escape your lips at his sudden closeness but your body relaxed as soon as you recognized his voice.

"Leclerc...I didn't know-" Ocon started, his smile immediately wiped off his face at the sight before him.

"Yeah, she belongs to me." Charles cut him off.

"Charlie, why don't you get me some water then? I'm just thirsty I'm sure Esteban can look out for me while you're gone again." You tried to get Charles to leave again so you could continue fishing for information.

"Have you been together long? Maybe you'd be open to better options?" Ocon asked completely dismissing you it was obvious he wanted to get under Charles's skin and it was working.

"What are you trying to say, Ocon?!" Charles was ready to charge at the man if it weren't for the fact that you turned in his arms holding him back.

"Charlie, c, mon. Why don't you go outside and cool off." You cupped his face, bringing his attention back to you. Charles's arms circled your waist meeting your gaze which you could tell was filled with real anger.

"You and Gasly...always the possessive type huh?" Ocon continued hoping to rile Charles further. "She doesn't want you...clearly."

You were about to say something but had no time to react before Charles's lips were on yours. You were completely taken aback, this was the last thing you'd expect Charles to do as he cupped your face gently pulling you closer and deepening the kiss.

You involuntarily moaned into his mouth losing yourself in the sensation for a few seconds. Charles pulled away, it felt like just a few seconds and an eternity but your mind was in a haze which made it so hard to tell which one it had been.

"Least me and Gasly got a girl, can't say the same you miserable sod." Charles proudly said to the man who had quickly lost his cocky grin opting to walk away as he noticed your eyes completely glued to Charles.

It had all meant nothing right? This was all simply a facade, keep up appearances, shake off bothersome acquaintances. It sure was what you and Charles were trying and failing to convince yourselves of.

"What the fuck was that?!." Charles was snapped out of his bubble as he felt you hit his chest. "I was this close to getting him to give me valuable information." You scolded him as quietly as you could trying to avoid causing a scene.

"He was touching you." Charles tried defending himself knowing it wasn't a good excuse.

"I fucking know that I let him do it on purpose. What the hell did you even do that for?" You grunted frustrated with him.

"You don't know what kind of a man he is?" Charles continued pulling excuses out of his ass.

"Yeah well, maybe I wanted to find out." The frustration was evident in your voice. "Do I have to remind you what we came here for?"

"Do I have to remind you who you're supposed to be here?" Charles bit back, his hand coming to clutch at your waist again this time harsher.

"Fuck!" You hissed as Charles had directly pressed against your healing wound reminding you of how this all started.

"I'm sorry I-" Charles attempted to apologize as he reached out to you gently again.

"I need some air." You ignored him, removing his hands from your body before moving past him.

Charles cursed himself questioning why he had caused such a scene. He looked back but could no longer find you amongst the crowd. He ran outside hoping to see you but you were nowhere in sight, he looked around through hidden rooms and balconies to no avail.

"Where the fuck did you go." He whispered to himself.

Arriving back to his place finding you nowhere despite waiting for hours a cold panic surged through him. He didn't know what he was feeling, but the hollow ache in your absence told him something he wasn't ready to face.

[changetyre]

Not like this (P6) II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)

SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.

WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death

A/N: Thank you @s-awturn for the inspo on the next part which is teased at the end of this part 👀

You had decided to drive back with one of Charles's men, you needed space and that was as much space as you were getting right now. In the other car, Charles pondered over your words, putting himself in your shoes and realizing how impotent you must feel. 

He wanted to talk to you but he didn't know what to say, how to start. This dynamic between the two of you was new and awkward and he had no idea how to handle it. What was once a relationship filled with pure hatred and rage was now a relationship of unexplainable trust, dependence, and patience. 

He meant to reach out to you once you got back to his place but you had given him no time to say anything before you locked yourself in the guest room. 

Charles took it upon himself to make dinner that evening, or at least attempted to knowing he was useless in the kitchen and he could never make something half as good as your cooking. But he hoped this would help him find the right words to talk to you and perhaps tell you more about his plans.

He had gotten as far as boiling water and putting pasta inside before things started going wrong. The tomato sauce he was attempting to prepare had somehow solidified and was smoking, he would've surely panicked if you hadn't come out of your room right that second. 

"What the hell are you doing?!" You screamed at Charles as you walked into the kitchen that was filling up with smoke. 

"Making dinner." Charles stated unwilling to admit defeat just yet. 

"Turn that off you idiot." You screamed at him as you went over to open the windows of his house to let some of the smoke out. 

Charles begrudgingly did what you said turning off everything on the stove. "I was trying to make Spaghetti alla Napoletana." he pronounced the name of the dish perfectly. 

You scoffed walking over and grabbing the burnt pan and letting water run over it as you carefully scraped off whatever substance Charles had made. "Right you fucked up probably one of the easiest pasta dishes in the world." you laughed. 

"The spaghetti is okay." Charles tried defending himself earning a glare from you. 

"Right, you know you're actually supposed to measure ingredients right?It's not just a suggestion." You brought back the now-washed and dried pan to the stove. 

"You don't ever measure out anything...I've seen you." Charles pointed out defensively. 

"Yeah, that's because I know how to cook." You replied cockily. 

Charles rolled his eyes. "I can do this on my own." He tried pushing you away. 

"Yeah, no way...I want to be able to eat something tonight." You huffed pushing him back. 

"I can cut the onion." Charles reached over as you were about to do it. 

"FINE!" You admitted defeat letting him do it although knowing he was going to regret it. 

You proceeded to cut up the garlic and pick some basil all while holding in your laughter at the way Charles struggled to cut the onion without sniffling and crying.

"Is this enough onion?" Charles asked, avoiding your eyes but you knew they were probably bloodshot. 

You couldn't contain your laughter this time. "You cut far more than we needed." You revealed making Charles turn to you in offense. 

But you noticed the way his lips wanted to curl into a smile. They truly did, Charles hadn't realized how much until now but your laughter was truly contagious and it reminded him of how long it'd been since he'd heard such raw laughter in his home. 

"And you wonder why it's so hard to admit I don't hate you." Charles muttered as he rinsed his hands. 

Your laughter died down as you processed his words. Grabbing some paper towel you let run under cold water before approaching Charles. 

"You just admitted it, Charles." You reached up blotting the towel around his eyes and you could see his eyes and body fill with relief. 

Charles realized what he said, he had in fact admitted he didn't hate you and although he initially felt panic the fact that you had so calmly accepted it brought a weird sense of relief to him. 

It took you a few seconds of silence to realize how close you were to him, you don't think you'd ever been this close to him before but as you continued dabbing around his eyes you appreciated the beauty in them.  "Hmm, your eyes have a little green in them." 

Charles's heart skipped a beat, the way your smiled softened as you looked at him made him question everything he'd ever thought about you. Why did you make him feel this way, suddenly the proximity was too much. 

"Uhmm let's finish this up, It's getting late." Charles stepped away, turning back to the counter to turn on the stove. 

You too were taken aback, you had completely lost yourself in the moment and the quick distance made you dizzy for some reason. "Yeah let me handle it, you just clean up a bit." You gently shoved Charles aside taking over the space of the stove. 

Charles nodded simply doing what you asked as he began gathering things. You continued cooking in silence, the only thing heard was the sizzling of the pan and the water running from Charles cleaning up some dishes. 

"There's a masquerade ball for the neighboring circles tomorrow night." Charles broke the silence. 

You were just finishing plating up the dishes. "Where?" You asked excited about the thought of getting answers. 

"Avolire Palace." He revealed. "I thought maybe you'd want to come." 

"Yes!" You replied a little more eagerly than intended. "Yes, please." 

"Okay." Charles nodded. "I'll go out tomorrow to get you a dress and more importantly a mask. If whoever is involved in what happened is there, they can't know you're alive." 

You nodded, knowing he was right. "So you'll take me as a plus one or-?"

"Yes you'll be my date...for the night." He quickly added. "Hopefully we can get some answers." 

[changetyre]

Not like this (P4) II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)

SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.

WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death

A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates but I have both been super busy and uninspired so bear with me, please. Also ideas/inspo for this series would be greatly appreciated.

You rolled your eyes and attempted to keep your tears at bay again. "I need someone to help me avenge their deaths, I obviously couldn't and can't anymore but maybe you can."

"And what makes you think I'd help you?" Charles asked

A smirk glazed your lips "Haven't you already?"

It was Charles's turn to roll his eyes as he ignored your question and continued running forward.

"Do you think someone's watching the house?" You asked Charles once you were back in the cars you'd arrived in.

"My men said it looked like there had been people in your office-" Charles didn't answer your question directly.

"Sh*t." You cursed.

"What?" Charles asked confused, his eyes drawn away from the road for a second.

"They're probably looking for me...whoever they are. They know I'm not dead." You concluded more to yourself.

Charles remained silent. You turned to face him and could see in his eyes he was in deep thought.

"Give me one more night...I'll leave first thing in the morning." You looked down, although you needed his help you also knew this whole situation was unfair to him, you sticking around him would only bring trouble.

Charles stayed silent again. This time you weren't sure what to say, you knew he heard you and acknowledged your words but stayed quiet. It was awkward to say the least.

You were pulling up to his house. Charles had yet to say something and you just took his silence as his acceptance. Tonight would be the last night at his place.

"You're staying with me," Charles spoke firmly before you could step out of the car. He didn't look at you and simply looked forward.

"Charles I-"

"It wasn't a question." This time he looked straight at you as he said these words before exiting the car leaving no further room for discussion.

You stayed in the car for a few seconds confused at what had just happened. It didn't make sense.

Charles locked himself in his office for the rest of the evening. You were left with your thoughts and worries. You felt so helpless and useless.

Back in his office, Charles spent a few hours making calls, plans, and mapping things out. He had no idea why he was doing this, he also had no logical reason to give his partners as to why they were helping a rival circle but he called in favors and did what he had to do.

He let out a deep sigh as he finished his last call. He furrowed his brow as he heard rattling from his kitchen, what the hell were you destroying now? he thought to himself.

Walking out he was instantly hit with the smell of cleanliness soon followed by a wonderful smell that made his stomach grumble alerting of how long ago he had eaten, he followed the smell.

"Is that my shirt?" Charles made you jump, your back was facing him as you stirred something on the stove.

"You scared me." You said before looking down at your outfit. "Sorry...I'm fidgety so I cleaned up a bit and had a shower then I realized I didn't have any other clothes so took the liberty to take something from your closet." You revealed.

Charles was confused at what he felt, he should be annoyed, angry maybe...but his heart and mind felt the opposite.

"D'you put any poison in that?" He asked gesturing to the dish you were preparing, deciding not to comment on your previous statement.

"Hmm, although tempting I am still starving and this is too good to waste." You joked grabbing the spoon you were cooking with and bringing it to his mouth.

Charles eyed you suspiciously but gave in. He tasted whatever you had prepared.

"Holy shit" Charles couldn't hold back his admiration. This was the best thing he'd ever tasted.

"Perfect...you should start feeling dizzy soon." You smirked.

Charles eyes snapped to yours in alarm.

You burst out laughing soon after. "That was too easy." You took a taste of your dish yourself immediately easing Charles's worry. "Should've seen your face."

"You're insufferable." Charles rolled his eyes but he couldn't stop the smile on his face.

"Hmm, I know...but you'll grow to love me soon enough Charles Leclerc." You joked turning back around to serve you both a plate.

Charles hung onto your words...why did they frighten him slightly?