charles' second mistake was breaking up with his girlfriend. out of a due sense of morality, he wanted to tell his girlfriend the whole truth. he was cheating on her with someone that worked on sky sports tv. the initial shock subsided into screaming that he deserved very much. he stood there with a clenched jaw, hands behind his back as he waited for her to calm down. yet, the entire time his thoughts were occupied with the woman who caused the mess he was in.
charles' first mistake was meeting you. the charismatic, enchanting woman whose laugh flooded the paddock and brought a tinge of crimson on his cheeks when he did an interview or walked by. his eyes only trained on your movements, the way you'd tilt your head back and bring a hand to cover your mouth as you burst into giggles at a comment your coworker whispered into your ear. the way you'd push past charles, bringing a hand to his chest before stalking over to carlos with a wide grin and pulling the spaniard into a hug. charles was lucky enough a couple times to see carlos and you sneaking out the garage and into his drivers' room for a quick fuck, your lips swallowing his as he hurriedly pressed your back against the door. you'd disappear from sight, but charles still remembered your noises, the sound of honey dripping right into his ears.
curiosity did kill the cat, however. a lesson he learned the very hard way because as he hovered on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist with his thick cock stretching out your pretty little cunt, all he could think about was how carlos would be leaving at the end of the season. how you'd follow him to the wililams' garage and he would no longer have any excuse to linger besides you whenever the opportunity came. he wouldn't hear your giggles, wouldn't hear your eloquent words with the microphone leaning towards him during those small interviews. he wouldn't hear your soft gasps when he first pressed you up against the wall in his room, cupping your face as he pulled you into a tight kiss, not wanting to waste his breathe on anyone else other than you. wouldn't hear your whines when he'd tap the tip of his cock against your puffy clit, watching you squirm and beg for him to fill you up and he'd merely tut his tongue and chuckle at how desperate you were for him. and he certainly wouldn't hear the words "i love you" falling from your lips when you'd shatter in his arms.
because you never did say those words to him. that was only reserved for carlos, and he knew he shouldn't feel this way, but all he ever wanted since the day he laid eyes on you was to make you his. to make you understand that carlos didn't deserve you. and the one time he accidentally let the words slip when he shot ropes of his cum inside you, he remembered the way you stilled immediately. your brows furrowing as you instantly sat up and pushed him away.
it took him weeks to get you to talk to him again, he was so desperate for any morsel of attention from you. he'd follow you and carlos around the paddock, hoping that you'd at least glance at his way just for a second. it wasn't until he was on his knees, crying and pleading for forgiveness and that he wouldn't say dumb stuff like that anymore did you let him in. he remembered the way you rolled your eyes and sat on the edge of the bed with an indifferent expression as he crawled over to you and rested his head on your lap. your scent, your warmth, your touch as your hands glided through his hair. he shut his eyes and wrapped his arms around your legs, whispering apologies again and again until his voice was hoarse and dry.
"hey," you snap him out of his trance, your hand shooting out to grab him by the jaw and tilt him to face you, "focus on me, yeah? we only get a few more weeks of this. make use of it."
charles' heart clenches at the reminder of his time with you, and he nods his head. he leans forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his hips snapping against yours at a faster pace. your wanton moans flood his ears as he shuts his eyes and pretends that things can change, that you'll be waiting for him when he opens his apartment door with a grin on your lips and some dog treats for leo. that you'll be there to remind him that he overcooked his pasta, the both of you giggling in the kitchen.
and when you lay on top of him, completely spent and stuffed with his cum, all he can do is press a kiss to your head with tears in his eyes, wishing that every weekend you'd be rooting for him and not the teammate that would be taking everything away from him once he left. he sighs, tracing circles on your back and whispering small praises into your ear.
but as the seconds tick by on the clock, it's almost insufferable how you'll never say what he wants to hear, yet he'll always come back to you.
❀ pairing (s) — charles leclerc x singer!reader (ft. arthur leclerc)
❀ desc — where you and charles both suck at lying...part 3 to this and this!
❀ notes — hi! its dina! first of all, tysm for 400 followers! <3!! i had so much fun doing this part (think i got too carried away teehee) inspired by i'd lie by taylor swift (lyrics are adjusted to match the imagine) i hope you guys enjoy this!! (includes google translated french! sorry if its wrong!)
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yninstagram my best friend my love my forever valentine
charles_ leclerc je t'ai aimé avant même de savoir ce qu'est l'amour (i have loved you even before i know what love is)
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charles_leclerc years later; it has and will always be you
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pierregasly btw i've called this like 10 years ago
Can you please write an innocent!reader where she is younger than Charles and he is her first boyfriend and she wants him to take her virginity
Something unholy ★ CL16
Pairing (s) Charles leclerc x fem!reader
Warnings purity ring, smut, first time, crying, begging, fingering, p n v, light marking, unprotected sex (don’t do that) as stated above reader is a virgin, I absolutely suck at writing first times so i tried my best with this.
You were young, beautiful, pure and innocent something that came with what lingered on you ring finger, a silver shining purity ring something your mom and dad gave to you as a sign to stay innocent and pure, no boys, no sex, no dirty thoughts and god forbid no going against gods rules he and they set for you.
You followed and listened to their demands, thinking whatever they said was true and stay innocent and pure. Not once did a dirty thought come into mind, or even leave your mouth. No, you remained pure, and wore your ring proudly.
But that ring on your finger soon turned from innocent, to something evil, unholy and dangerous. Because as soon as you met him, everything came crashing down on you, not once did that single ring come into mind whenever you were with him.
He made you feel things that your parents would be ashamed of if they knew what you were thinking about and thinking about doing. But even so, you didn’t care what they would think or how they would feel, because whenever that burning ache would form in-between your legs as you sat beside him or even feel him place his cold, ringed hand on your leg, the image of your parents would leave your head, And soon be replaced with neediness and hunger for him.
And so, the dirty thoughts that your parents forbid that you have soon played out in your head. God you wanted him and needed him, and the sight of him coming out of the shower, towel hanging from his waist, hair dripping water that fell down his body, didn’t exactly help your situation.
“Love you okay?” Charles asked, accent deeper than ever sending a light warm rush to your face.
You bite onto your lip face returning to the book you were reading, “yeah fine” no you weren’t in fact fine, you craved something from him that was dangerous, and soon that burning sensation returned in-between your legs causing you to clench them together tightly.
“Okay..” he said, not fully believing you. But shrugged it off walking into his closet to throw on a pair of sweatpants and white tee.
He got underneath the covers, scooting over to your side wanting to see what you were reading. “What kinda book you reading” he asked, head laying on your shoulder looking down at the page and slightly reading the words out loud.
You nervously gulped, the closeness making you feel something, and god did you feel pathetic, you had been dating for almost six months and never once did you mind the closeness but now, with what you felt, you felt what you going to die from the warmest that lingered between you.
“Just an book, about a girl who lives in a small town and oh-” you stopped talking as you felt him place his hand on your leg underneath the sheets, the action was innocent but god was it not innocent enough to keep you talking.
“You sure you okay” his hand slid up and down your leg, “seem a bit distracted” he stated, hand coming to an halt on your upper thigh underneath your purely white night-gown you wore to bed.
You nodded lip in-between your teeth. He took his hand off your knee, which you wished he hadn’t. “Don’t seem fine to me” he asked slowly lowering your book from your hands, hand lifting up to lightly grab your jaw turning your head down to look at him.
“Am fine” he nodded placing his lips on yours, as embarrassing as it as was already a light moan fell from your mouth, hand dropping your book fully to grab onto his brown locks as he deepened the kiss.
It seemed as though he came to the realization what was happening in the heat of the moment and stopped kissing you, “sure you’re okay” he asked breathless from the kiss, his hand rested itself on your cheek, thumb drawing soft circles on your cheek.
You shook your head no feeling close to crying as the burning sensation soon started hurting you. he hummed understanding you clearly, he threw your book to the floor and slowly laid you down body hovering over you.
“I want you please, everything hurts” tears welled up in the corner of your eyes. Your hand gripped onto the back of his head bringing him down for another kiss. The softness and warmth of the kiss soon turned messy and rough as he pushed his tongue into your mouth deepening the kiss.
His hand slipped under your dress hiking the dress up your thighs, the roughness of his hands on your thighs had you whining into the kiss. Causing you to break the kiss.
“Daring are you sure, you’re ready?’’ He reassured you. Forehead resting against yours as he looked into your now red, puffy eyes. You nodded rapidly, head too consumed in want and desperation to speak, but he didn’t like that.
“Words loves, i need words please” he gently asked.
“I’m ready, please i need you” you didn’t even know half the words that fell from your lips, only could focus on the ring that gripped onto your finger shining brightly than ever like a reminder of what you were supposed to believe and do, but at the moment you didn’t care for the meaning of that stupid ring as you slid the ring off throwing it somewhere in the room.
He leaned onto his knees staring down at you, hadn’t even done anything and your hair already looked a mess, cheeks stained with tears.
Your breath hitched feeling His fingertips grab onto the hem of your dress pulling it up to rest against your torso. “So beautiful” he muttered out, and that alone had you whimpering which sent a wave of embarrassment to your body, turning your head to the side so your couldn’t face him.
He chuckled lightly, fingertips fumbling with the waistband of your panties. “It’s normal love, look at me” you kept your head to the side stomach heaving up an down from the smallest touch from him. “I said look at me” he voice was almost like a demand, causing your head to look directly at him again.
he smirked to himself seeing you already following orders, “good girl” you didn’t know why, but that sentence sent a rushness of red to your cheeks.
“I’m gonna start slow, say red if it’s too much” you nodded. He slowly pulled your panties down your legs throwing them somewhere in the room. “Good” he asked, stopping completely.
“Am Good” he hummed hands spreading your legs open, your breath picked up seeing him lay flat down on the bed pulling you even closer to him. He spit onto your pussy, fingers spreading open your lips. He looked at you, pushing in one finger making a whine left your mouth fingers digging into the bedsheet beneath you.
“You okay love” his thumb rubbed light circles on your bub ‘’ answer me darling” you couldn’t speak mouth hung open silent moans escaping your lips.
“It-it hurts fuck” his hand started moving slowly lips placing kisses to your inner thighs smoothing out the hot and sweaty skin.
A few seconds passed of silence, him giving you the time to get used to the feeling, “you okay love”
“Yes-yes faster” he returned the fast pace of his fingers pushing into your wet hole, the sounds echoed off the walls sending a wave of embarrassment and amusement up your body.
Your head threw back against the pillows as your stomach got tighter and tighter a feeling you’ve never felt before, “fuck, Charles, god i-” your body squirmed around moans being the only thing filling up the once quiet room. “I feel like am gonna pee, fuck”
“That’s normal love, go ahead let go” eyes rolling back, you could practically see stars as you let your body go. “Such a sweet girl” he kissed up your body, pants becoming tighter as he saw your state, head thrown back, hands grabbing at your breast, chest heaving up and down. It was indeed a beautiful sight to see his once innocent girl in
“Fuck Charles” the once burning sensation you felt went away as you came down from your high, “felt so good’’ he chuckled, balancing himself on his hands as he hovered above you.
“My sweet girl” he leaned towards your neck, teeth nipping at the soft exposed skin, “sweet, sweet baby” you gasped feeling his teeth bite into your skin moving his way down to the valley of your chest.
Your hair gripped onto the back of his head, legs wrapping his waist pulling him down, Grunting feeling his hard cock passed against your wet core you couldn’t stop your hips from rutting against him.
“Want you, fuck, please” you begged hands grabbing a fistful of his white tee. “Want more, please” he lifted his head from your chest, settling himself on his knees as he pulled his shirt over his head throwing it somewhere in the room.
“You sure?’’ You were too far gone now to even think about stopping.
“Sure-sure want more’’ he hummed pulling down his pants just enough for his cock to spruced free , you clenched around nothing, mouth watering, your breath picking up, nervousness filling your body but the want and desperation blocked those worries and nerves away.
He settled himself in-between your legs his tip rubbing through your wet folds, “gonna start slow” you nodded the simplest touch from him made your tongue get tied up. “Tell me when to stop if it becomes too much, okay” his palmed laid against your cheek rubbing soft circles with his thumb.
“O-okay” your hands scratched down his back as you felt him push the tip in slowly, it hurt like a bitch yes, but that pain turned into something more, something that should hurt you, felt so good and right.
‘Fuck” he grunted as he pushed all the way, “so fucking tight” you moaned nails digging deeper into his back
“It-it hurts fuck” he stopped moving, hand stroking your cheek softly. “Slow, please’’ he nodded hips moving slower than before taking his time with you.
As time went on the gentleness and slowness soon became fast and rough as charles pinned your hands above your head, loud panting, moans and grunts left your mouths in a pure unholy bites.
“Fuck Charles, feels so good” purity ring that silver thing was long gone from your mind as Charles’ cock hit all the right places that had you muttering out sentences that your parents would probably shove a bar of soap into your mouth to erase from your mouth.
“I’m gonna cum, fuck’’ your hand clenched up in his hold, toes curling up as your stomach became tighter.
“Fuck go ahead, cum sweetheart” Charles grunted as he came undone, hands letting go of your hands . “You okay” he asked hand moving your sweaty hair away from your face.
“Feel great” you giggled, not knowing what made you, but it just came out.
Charles pulled out of you a whine falling from your mouth, “lets get you cleaned up’’
You giggled as he helped you clean up, soft kisses were placed to your head, inner thighs, your neck, everywhere he could find to kiss you at. He threw the towel off to the side as he was done cleaning you up.
“Feel okay” he asked as he got under the covers pulling you closer to him, his hand on your stomach while his head nuzzled in your neck.
“Pretty sore, but i feel good’’ your finger traced random patterns on his hands.
“Your rings gone” you froze, the ring suddenly coming into mind “don’t worry they probably won’t even know it’s gone,” he lightly chuckled.
Your turned your head to look at him, mouth slightly open in shock “did, You, um, know what my ring, meant” you spoke slowly, it wasn’t a big thing, but for you it was.
‘’Of course, I’ll help you find it in the morning,’’ he kissed your head, lifting the covers up to your body ‘’now get some sleep”
type: one shot
pairing: charles leclerc x reader
word count: 3.2k
summary: going to a gp with your boyfriend who's really protective when a creepy dude comes a little too close for comfort.
requested: yes! '' Ok maybe something you are waiting for charles leclerc (you’re bf of 5yrs) and like a creep starts talking to you but you are polite and are just like no please go away. Then he starts like touching you(if you’re uncomfortable with that you can just write that the creep is like in your face) and charles is like losing his shit when he sees it. Have a lovely day 💗''
Requests are CLOSED!!!
warnings: angst!charles, harassment? (not detailed, only mentioned), overprotective!charles, anxiety.
notes: OH MY GODNESS I'M BACK BABY! Have you missed me? It's been SOOOOO long, I've missed you so much! It's been over 4 months!!! 4 MONTHS! I'm so glad many of you stayed, remember I was at 700 followers and I was doing the 700 drabbles celebration? well, I'm now at 970 followers. I will do a BIG thing for 1K followers, I'm just not sure what. If you have any ideas, let me now in my inbox :) Also, credits to creator of the GIF! Not proofread!
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Your hands rubbed themselves together, your cold fingers getting warmer every second, slowly, but surely. The wind moved your hair slightly, the small locks that framed your face getting stuck on lips which was coated with a nice layer of lip balm which was preventing them from being dry.
5 years, that’s how long you and your boyfriend had been together for. It was long, but not long enough. You knew he was the one, you just felt it. The way he treated you in front of your families was like you and him had been together forever. He was so polite to your parents, got along great with your siblings and always made sure to grab your mothers’ favourite chocolates and your fathers’ favourite beer before going to visit them with you. He was the definition of a perfect boyfriend.
You always tried your hardest to return the favour. Supporting him whenever you could, wherever you could. A red jacket was one of those ways to support him. The red sneakers, paired with the black jeans and red blazer was a way to blend in with the tifosi, but also to support Charles whenever he was driving the shit out of that car. You were supportive, and he knew.
You had promised him to meet him at the hotel in Australia, since you had arrived there a few hours before he would, his plane being delayed due to weather circumstances. The reason you weren’t flying together could get blamed on your work, as you had set meetings in a few minutes, you were either going on a plane which would arrive a few hours earlier, or a day later. You obviously chose the first option.
‘Almost there, bella, just a few more minutes <3’
He was never one to use emoji’s, he was more of an old school guy in that way. Smileys consisting of a colon and a bracket was his way of communicating whenever he was happy, and a left angle bracket followed by the number three made the perfect heart for you.
You rubbed your hands together once more as you were waiting near the entrance of the hotel. You were able to get inside and go to his room – at least you thought – so after a few more minutes of waiting you decided to do so.
‘’Hi, could I check in please?’’ You politely asked the brown-haired lady that was seated behind the desk. She was young, probably around 20 years old. She seemed a little nervous, as she was accompanied by a lady on her left. That lady was older, around her mid 40’s, and had long, blonde hair.
‘’Yeah, of course, what’s the name of the reservation?’’ It was probably the young lady’s first day, as she was following a tight script of questions to ask.
‘’I think it’s on Charles Leclerc, or Ferrari F1 team.’’ You smiled at the younger lady, before looking over as you felt the eyes of the older woman on you.
It never happened that you were checking in before him or any of his team, but you really had to get that meeting started.
‘’Sorry lady, but you’re not the first one to try come in this hotel.’’ The older woman said, and you furrowed your eyebrows a little at her comment.
‘’Excuse me?’’ You replied, your eyes moving from the younger lady to the older one. ‘’I know it might seem weird, but my boyfriend will arrive in a few minutes, and I have a meeting to get to, I’m sure the team doesn’t mind if I enter first.’’ You kindly responded, a soft and gentle smile on your face. ‘’He told me you were aware of this.’’ You continued, knowing Charles had told the team about the situation, and they must have told the hotel.
‘’Look, darling, we understand your problem, but there is a nice café next to the restaurant of the hotel where you can have the meeting. Those drivers want their privacy as well, and with all due respect, you’re the fourth girl trying to get into the hotel with a story like this. I’m sure you’ll get a chance to meet them, but you’ll have to do that around the track.’’ She replied, which made your mind spin. You were speechless, mostly because she thought you were a fan, but also because apparently the team hadn’t let the hotel know you were arriving earlier.
‘’I think there must have been some kind of mistake here.’’ You told the lady, but remaining to stay polite, they were doing their job, which you could only appreciate. ‘’But it’s alright, I’ll just wait here in the lobby till they arrive.’’ You said, grabbing your passport which was laying on the desk, along with your phone.
‘’Oh no, the lobby is only for hotel guests, dear, you’ll have to wait outside with the rest of them.’’ You turned around, slowly, leaning over a little to have a look at the outside of the hotel, the entrance, the gate which was closed. The gate where dozens of fans were waiting to catch a glimpse of their favourite driver.
You couldn’t be there, you’d get mobbed, knowing all too well those fans knew who you were. You didn’t want to be rude, or show off that you were Charles’ girlfriend, so you simply swallowed thickly and looked back at the lady.
‘’With all respect, miss, I’m going to get swarmed if I exit this hotel.’’ You said, reaching for your phone. ‘’I can promise you I’m not a fan, I know it might look like it, but I believe something went wrong with the message. I am Charles’ girlfriend; you can look up my name on Google if you’d like.’’ You said, showing the lady your passport with your name.
‘’I know her.’’ The younger lady spoke and looked over at you, nervously. The older lady looked at the pictures online, and her face immediately appeared to be full of guilt, shame. The younger girl looked at the woman and bit her bottom lip, a clear sign of nervosity. ‘’I do recall Rebecca mentioning something like this, there was a note on her desk this morning.’’
After both employees apologized more than once, they offered you the key for the room. However, you knew Charles would be arriving soon, so you asked them if it was okay for you to stay seated in the lobby till the team would arrive. They immediately agreed and offered you some fresh drinks on the house.
You had just finished your meeting, which took around 30 minutes, before you could hear the fans screaming their lungs out. You got up, placed your laptop in your bag and zipped it up, making your way towards the hallway of the entrance.
‘’Babe!’’ Charles immediately had a big smile on his face when he saw you standing in the hotel.
‘’Hey, baby.’’ You giggled, feeling how his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. You could never get enough of his hugs, his embraces, it felt like heaven.
‘’How did your meeting go?’’ He asked, stepping to the side with you still in his arms to let the rest of the Ferrari team enter the hotel.
-
‘’You ready, amour?’’ You heard Charles’ low voice against your ear, his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist as he was pressing his chest against your back. You had just gotten ready to go to the track with him. Your love language was touch, and it made the both of you fall for one another even harder.
Once you had arrived at the track, the two of you passed the entrance of the paddock, many fans asking the Monegasque driver for an autograph or a selfie. It wasn’t something he wasn’t used to, and you had learned to get used to it those years you were with him. People loved him, adored him, and you could only feel proud of that same man that was loved by many.
You both decided to take a break and take a seat in the hospitality area, talking about work, your upcoming holiday and much more. Your eyes moved over his face, listening to how he was passionately talking about all the things they did at the factory a few days ago. The way his eyes were shining brightly, that small sparkle in them that could light up your day. He’d had a few rough seasons here at Ferrari, but this year went better than ever, with him leading the championship, Carlos being second in the rankings as well. Ferrari was doing much better.
‘’Come on, let’s say hi to the engineers.’’ He reached for your hand, his soft and warm one perfectly fitting into yours, like if you were made for one another. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze the moment he felt your fingers intertwining with his, and it felt reassuring. You were in love, and he made sure everybody knew.
As you walked towards the pit area, into the pitlane, you noticed a man staring at you. It made you uncomfortable, but you quickly brushed it off, assuming that it was just a fan who recognized Charles and was trying to get a closer look at the two of you.
You kept walking, holding Charles’ hand and smiled at his engineers as he greeted them.
‘’Y/n, hey, long time no see.’’ Some of the guys walked over to give you a hug, which you gladly returned.
‘’Hey guys, how are you doing?’’ You started talking to them, and Charles occasionally looked over into your direction. He felt so lucky to have you, he really was on cloud nine.
After catching up with the guys from the team, as well as talking to some of the girls on the team, you decided to walk towards the fence, moving your head from left to right to see all the teams nicely positioned in their garage boxes, working on their cars.
When you first started dating Charles, you were nervous when you’d come here, knowing people would look at you, perhaps even judge you for being Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend. But the gentleman he was, he found a way to reassure you, make you feel comfortable and keep you safe from all the paparazzi and fans that tried to get close to you.
As you were waiting, you noticed that same man from earlier step closer to you, causing you to look at him. Maybe he just wanted to have a talk, maybe he was an interviewer, or a fan?
The more he spoke, the more you got the idea he was the latter, a fan, but not particularly of Charles. You felt uncomfortable, nervous, but did not want to be rude and simply walk away. But Charles noticed. He was looking for you, since you were no longer in the garage, and the moment he saw the look on your face, and that man standing not even half a meter away from you, he sensed something was wrong.
He saw that man talking to you, and immediately made his way over towards them. As he approached, he heard the man ask if you wanted to go have a drink with him after the race.
Charles felt his blood boil. He was furious that someone was trying to hit on you, his girlfriend, right here in front of his eyes. He stepped in between the two of you, causing the man to step away to create some sort of space between him and Charles, who was glaring at him with piercing eyes.
‘’Excuse me, do you mind stepping away from my girlfriend?’’ He said, his voice dangerously low. You had never heard him talk like this, but it gave you some reassurance, once again.
The man, who had not expected Charles to react in such a manner, backed away immediately. Your boyfriend then placed a protective arm around you, walking away from that man.
‘’Do you know him?’’ He asked, clearly still somewhat angry at what just happened. You could see the anger still prominent on his face. Although you appreciated his concern, and you were glad he stepped in at that time, you didn’t want him to get into any trouble because of you.
You reached out for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before looking into his eyes the moment you were back in the garage. You shook your head at his question, but immediately tried to calm him down as you saw it made him even more mad.
‘’It’s okay, Charles. Thank you for protecting me, but please don’t get yourself into any trouble.’’ You said, your voice soft and calming. It helped, because you noticed Charles calming down at your words, something you always seemed to do.
He took a deep breath and looked at you, your eyes filled with love and understanding. He knew that he was lucky to have you by his side, and he didn’t want anything to come in between you two. It felt like his duty was to keep you safe, to keep you his.
‘’I’m sorry, y/n. I just can’t stand the thought of anyone trying to hurt you. You mean the world to me.’’ Charles said, his voice sincere. You knew he was meaning every single word he just said.
You simply smiled as a reply and leaned in closer to him, your lips brushing his gently before you placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, causing those corners to curl upward into a smile.
-
You watched the race along with his team, standing the entire time as you were nervous. You always were, because you were aware of the fact one single mistake could have big consequences, such as the car diving into the wall, with a driver still inside of it.
As the race came to an end, Charles ended up on the podium, something that had become a habit lately. The trophies at your place were starting to become more and more, and the pole position tyres were almost filling up an entire room already. But you didn’t mind, you were proud of him, and you were hoping he’d get even more trophies, and even more tyres.
As Charles was climbing out of the car, he immediately searched for you, and the moment he saw you standing in the crowd, he smiled, everybody could see it in his eyes. He went for a dive into his team, receiving pats on the back and on his helmet. He took off his helmet, along with his balaclava, and he made his way over towards you. You were already feeling the cameras and phones being in your face, but you didn’t care. He won, and that’s the most important thing here.
He pressed his lips on yours, cupping your cheek and pulling away after a second or three as he had more duties to fulfil. You watched him get to the back, into the cooldown room before he was ready to take on the big trophy.
-
You were watching behind the cameras as Charles talked to the interviewer, occasionally looking into your direction to check if you were listening, and you were, to every little thing he said. You supported him, no matter what.
However, once he walked towards Sky Sports, you got accompanied by someone else. It was that man again, the one that asked you out for a drink.
‘’So, you up for that drink now?’’ He asked, a smirk plastered on his face. Charles was doing his interviews, so at the moment, he was focussed on the interviewer, his back facing you as it was on the other side of the media pen.
‘’Sorry but no, I’m not interested.’’ You politely rejected the man, but he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. It was at this moment you got scared, as he kept getting closer and closer to you.
‘’Come on, dear, I’m sure you’d love to spend some time with me.’’ The man said, his hand slowly reaching up to brush your cheek. You immediately took a step backwards, looking around to see Charles still facing the interviewer, his back facing you.
‘’I don’t, really, please leave me alone.’’ You were starting to get nervous, anxious, because it was so crowded here, all the drivers were here, so that’s where everybody’s attention went to. And he knew, the man knew nobody was here to protect you at this moment. Nobody to tell that man to back off but yourself.
‘’Why would you say no? Come on, let me buy you a drink, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.’’ He smirked, tucking some hair behind your ear. He was getting too close, and you were looking around for help.
It was like he was aware you were nervous, but Charles looked around in the middle of his interview to try and find you. He looked behind the camera, but didn’t see you, so he simply looked back at the position you were during his other interview. And then he saw it, and the anger that was gone first came back immediately.
Without any apology to the interviewer, Charles jumped over the fence, stepping towards you and that man with heavy feet. The anger in his face was present, and it made all the camera’s, all the interviewers face him, record him.
‘’Mate, I think you didn’t get the first warning earlier today.’’ He said, stepping in between the two of you again, his arm wrapped around your shoulder protectively. You were shaking ever so slightly, feeling all cameras on the three of you.
‘’Back off, seriously, leave my girlfriend alone.’’ Charles stated, his voice low, on the edge of mad, angry, furious. You immediately reached for his left hand, the arm that was around your shoulder, and you gave him a gentle squeeze.
‘’Love, don’t get yourself in any trouble.’’ You whispered, which seemed to calm him just a tiny bit, but not enough. The man in front of you kept looking at you, and not at Charles, which only built the anger up inside of your boyfriend even more.
‘’Stop looking at her, leave her alone, step away from her.’’ He said, his eyes clearly showing he was furious. The security soon arrived, multiple people asking them to go to the media pen, so they did.
‘’This man, he’s harassing my girl, please get him away from here.’’ Charles spoke, and you felt how his grip around your shoulders tightened a little, pulling you closer to his body in order to keep you safe. The security soon took the man away, telling Charles they would handle it.
-
After the interviews, in which Charles made sure you were directly behind the interviewer so he wouldn’t lose you out his sight anymore, the both of you safely made your way back to the hotel. Your phones were already blowing up, you were trending on almost every social media platform out there. Pictures and videos of Charles jumping over the fence, him talking to that man, protecting you, people calling Charles an absolute hero, because he was.
He knew that he would always do whatever it takes to protect her, no matter what challenges lay ahead. Together, they knew that their love would always keep them strong and safe, because they always protected each other, and reassured each other. That’s what they had, and that’s called love.
pairing: charles leclerc x reader
word count: 4.4 words
request: yes, by anons: "hii bestie can i get a fic where the reader and charles are guardians of their godchild and on the child calls them mommy and daddy for the first time? i love your writing btw I’ve been binge reading your fics." & "hii can i request a soft fluffy charles fic? i love your writing style 💕" & "hello! can we have a imagine with reader and charles with a long term relationship at bahrain gp 2022? 🥺"
warnings: kids, fluff, angst, death(mentioned only), car crash (mentioned only), language (like one or two), hospitals.
a/n: i am finally posting something. i've been hating everything i write lately, but hopefully it's only temporary because i want to work on something to celebrate when we (hopefully soon) hit 3k. literally can't believe i'm typing that. we're so close to three thousand, what the fuck. also, i have no idea how the legal system works, let's remember that this is all fiction, please.
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the moment violet was born, you and charles fell in love with her. the first few months of her life you would visit the new parents every chance you could. caroline and nolan were close friends of charles, and they instantly welcomed you into their group when you and charles started dating. charles loved violet, he’d always get her every baby-related thing he saw wherever he went. dolls, princess onesies, toys, anything that reminded him of her.
you were the same, offering to babysit when your friends wanted some alone time, or wanted to go out for a date. often, the five of you would go out to kid-friendly spots.
‘violet needs to spend time with her favorite aunt and uncle’, charles would say. every chance he got, she was in his arms. caroline would always laugh, chastise him and tell him she would get used to being carried. 'good thing i have strong arms, then.' he'd reply, pressing his forehead against the baby's head.
it wasn't a surprise when you and charles were asked to be her godparents, but you were still over the moon when you arrived at their house and saw violet wearing a shirt that read ‘will you be my godparents?’. you and charles hugged the -then- six-month-old baby and her parents, promising to take care of her as much as you could.
the day everything changed, it started just like any other. you were in italy with charles, he had some duties at the ferrari museum in maranello, so you took the day to explore the city, seeing ferrari plastered on almost every wall. you entered a small shop and were instantly drawn to a plushie of a cat. violet loved cats. well, they didn’t have any pets, but everytime she saw one on tv she always yelled in delight. you picked it up and paid for it, walking to the museum to wait for charles.
you had a special badge around your neck, so security let you through without too much trouble. you sat on a bench outside, grabbing your phone to check if you had missed anything. you were scrolling mindlessly when you saw an unknown number calling. you recognized the area code as one in france. you frowned but picked up anyway.
-
you’d always wondered how you’d act in case of an emergency. you’d seen so many tv shows and movies where the characters ran through the hospital, some screaming, asking where their loved ones were, others in shock. you never thought, never hoped, to be in that position one day.
your heart was beating fast, pounding inside your chest as you held onto charles’ hand. he was almost running, following the signs until he reached a nurse station.
in shock. in case of an emergency, you were the one in shock. your eyes were glossy as you let charles guide you to the icu, you could hear him mumbling under his breath, but couldn’t understand what he was saying. you could see the automatic doors that led to the icu, you gripped charles’ hand before walking in, making him halt his steps.
he turned to look at you, he had small tears in the corners of his eyes. you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down and hiding your face in his neck. the tears fell freely, you could feel his chest shaking as well.
“we have to go in,” charles said, still holding on to your waist. you nodded but didn’t let go of him. “we-we have to find out how they are, and-”
an unmistakable soft whimper made its way into your ears, charles paused mid-sentence and you both turned your heads to the side.
“violet!” charles said, you both ran to the woman who was carrying your goddaughter. ten-month-old violet’s eyes were wide open, you could see the terrified look on her face as she was in a completely unknown place with strangers. “is she okay?” he asked.
“she’s alright. she’s been checked by the pediatricians and everything seems fine,” she gave you a small smile, “i’m the social worker in charge of the case, who are you?” she asked.
“we’re violet’s godparents,” charles said, gripping your hand. your arms ached, longing to hold her in your safe embrace.
“w-why do they need a social worker?” you asked, placing your free hand on charles' arm. the social worker was about to speak when violet started crying. charles took a step, and violet leaned forward as well. charles took his goddaughter from the social worker's arms, and for the first time since you got that awful call, you let out a deep breath, knowing that violet was finally safe. you seemed to forget that there was someone else present, at that moment, all your focus was on violet, on the way she clung onto the both of you, her godparents, the only people she had left in the world now.
nolan and caroline didn’t have any direct family, but they had each other. and they had you and charles.
“can we see them?” you asked, violet was playing with your finger. “is- is caroline still in surgery?” the social worker didn’t know how to answer, she walked to the nurse station right outside the intensive care unit, where you’d heard they were keeping nolan. you followed her, your gaze flickering between violet, charles, and the social worker. the look on the latter’s face didn’t make you feel reassured.
“when can we see them?” charles asked again, a bit too loud than he intended, causing violet to flinch. charles handed her to you, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
“only family is allowed in, and-”
“we’re family. we’re all the family they have,” charles interrupted.
you were told to wait, you sat on two uncomfortable chairs, holding violet in your arms. the social worker was standing in front of you.
“did you ever discuss what would happen with violet in case…” she started, you both froze.
“w-why are you saying that?” you asked, looking from her, to charles.
“the doctor is coming, he will fill you in on their condition, but… we need to know their wishes about violet’s future in case they don’t… you know,”
“we’ll take care of her,” charles said, without wasting a second, without any doubt. “that’s what we signed up for when we agreed to be her godparents. to take care and be there for her whenever,” he told her. then, he looked at you, you nodded your head, taking his hand in yours.
“we will take care of her, no matter what happens.”
-
the next few days went by in a blur. you felt so many emotions at the same time. grief, pain, fear, helplessness. you’d had to do so many things in just a few days. saying goodbye to your friends was probably the hardest. even though the doctors tried their best to save both of them, their injuries from the car crash were too much.
your full focus was on violet. you pushed aside your feelings and grief to focus on the little baby you’d now found yourself in charge of. you’d gotten in contact with a lawyer, who promised to help you as much as she could to get violet’s custody. you didn’t know if you were mentally prepared to take care of a child, but you weren’t alone. charles wanted this as much as you did, it was what you’d signed up for, as he said.
you’d recruited the rest of your friend group to look for a will or a document that stated their wishes for violet’s custody, but found nothing. you never talked about that topic, you were all way too young, you still had plenty of time you think about the future. or at least, you should’ve.
the second night after the funeral, violet was sleeping in the crib you’d bought a day before, next to your bed. you were lying on your side, your eyes were closed but you couldn’t sleep. you turned so your back was against the mattress, you looked up at the ceiling and sighed. you felt charles moving beside you, you turned your head to see him looking at you.
“did i wake you?” you whispered, he shook his head, giving you a small smile. you got closer to him, resting your head on his chest. you both stayed quiet, you could feel his fingers playing with your hair. “do you think we can do this?” you asked after a few seconds of silence.
“i don’t know,” he said, and even though it wasn’t the answer most people would’ve wanted, you felt comfort in knowing that he was just as nervous as you. “but i don’t want violet to go away, not when we can give her everything she needs,” he continued. “it will be difficult for all of us, but violet needs us,”
“of course. i want her with us as well, but are we ready for this change?”
“we have to be, there’s no turning back now. but hey, we’re in this together, okay? we got each other. it will take a little while to get used to a new routine, but we can do this, alright?” he said, grabbing your hand and lifting it up to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. “we got this,” he nodded his head. you looked up at him, kissing his cheek.
a month passed, violet was still in your care whilst you were going through the adoption process. and now more than ever, you were sure that you were ready to give the little baby everything she might need. each day you spent with her you fell even more in love with her, you didn't know how it was possible, but she brightened up your day, she had taught you so much already.
of course, the first few weeks were messy, having to adjust to the presence of violet in your lives 24/7. there were nights when you thought you couldn't do it, nights when violet stayed up almost all night, crying uncontrollably, and you knew that the one thing she needed were her parents. you'd cry with her, sometimes.
one particular night, charles wasn't home, he'd traveled to paris, violet’s hometown and the place where all the legal process was taking place. you’d put violet down to sleep, since it was past her bedtime. you sat on a stool in the kitchen, replying to a text charles had sent. turns out, things were going to be a little more complicated than you had first thought. as you sent the text, you received a call from him.
"hi, love," you said, propping your phone against a napkin holder to see him better. he was sitting on a chair in his hotel room, you figured he must’ve made the call from his laptop, since you could see a mess of documents littering a wooden table.
“hey,” he sighed, you frowned.
“what’s wrong?” you asked, “didn’t get good news today?” you leaned your chin on your fist, your elbow propped on the kitchen island.
“no,” he shook his head, running his hands through his hair. you could see the dark circles under his eyes. “they said that- in order to adopt we-” he sighed before continuing, “at least one of us has to be twenty-eight years old, we have to be married- or prove that we’ve been together for a couple of years, and-” he rambled, you stopped him.
“hey, hey, slow down,” you said, watching as he shook his head in desperation. “charles, i know it looks like we might be in a gray area right now, but we have time. as long as violet can stay in our care, we have time to make sure every requirement is in order. we’re working with the best of the best, we’re all doing what we can. as long as we have violet’s custody, we’ll be okay,”
-
the morning of violet’s first birthday, you woke up extra early, wanting to surprise her. you went downstairs and started hanging decorations, balloons, colored strings, everything you’d bought a few days ago. once everything was finished, you checked her room to make sure she was still asleep, taking the baby monitor with you to the bathroom.
you’d always loved the luxury of taking long, warm showers, but now, with a kid under your care, you’d learned to shower in less than ten minutes. you did your hair in a comfortable way, and threw on some joggers and one of charles’ shirts, walking to violet’s room once you heard her moving around.
“good morning, princess!” you smiled, seeing violet standing up, holding herself up with her fists around the crib. “oh, you’re a big girl now, aren’t you?” you laughed as you approached her, running your hands through her hair, getting the curls away from her face. “you’re going to start walking any day now, miss,” she smiled, bending her knees in excitement, trying to jump as she giggled.
you held her in your arms, pressing soft kisses to the side of her head, to her cheek, her forehead. one of your arms was supporting her under her bum, you noticed that she was in desperate need of a diaper change, but you ignored that at that moment. your other hand was on her back, keeping her close to your chest. you’d installed black-out curtains in her room, to make sure she got as much sleep as possible in the mornings.
“happy first birthday, violet,” you whispered in her ear.
right then, with the little bit of sunlight peeking in through the curtains, for the first time, you felt like her mother. it wasn’t anything extraordinary, that was how you greeted her every morning, but that, you figured, was the beauty of motherhood. finding the special in the most simple and ordinary moments.
you looked up at the ceiling, feeling your eyes starting to burn as they filled with tears. maybe you didn’t have nolan and caroline anymore, but you had violet. and you promised to love her and protect her, raise and cherish her just as much as they would’ve done, had they had the chance.
violet lifted her arm, without measuring her strength, she moved it towards you, hitting you on your face. that brought you out of your thoughts. you laughed as you looked down at her, walking to the changing table you’d set up, you placed her down and changed her.
about thirty minutes later, you heard the front door opening and closing, you’d stayed upstairs with violet, waiting for charles to get there. he was in charge of setting up all of her presents, the ones you’d approved, and the ones charles secretly bought when you fell asleep that night a few weeks ago.
you were on the floor, playing with violet as you two heard the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs. you looked at violet, who was still holding the bright yellow lego, but her eyes were now stuck to the opened door of her bedroom. you pulled out your phone, recording her curious face as her eyes widened in anticipation.
“who’s that?” you asked. you held back a laugh as charles finally appeared in her line of sight.
“where’s the birthday girl?” charles said, kneeling down, he spread his arms to the sides, watching as violet first started crawling her way to him, but then, she stopped. she kept her hands on the floor as she planted her feet on the floor. charles’ eyes widened, you’d told him that violet was standing up, but he hadn’t had the chance to see her.
instantly, you both leaned closer to her, your were both ready to step in and catch her if she couldn’t keep her balance. but, she stood up, she straightened her back as you and charles held your breaths, and then, she took her first steps, rushing to charles’ awaiting arms.
this all happened in a matter of seconds, but to you, it felt like the clock slowed down, like she was moving in slow motion.
her loud squeals brought you back to reality, you saw charles holding her against his chest, still kneeling on the floor.
“oh, you did so good, violet! that’s my big girl,” charles kissed her temple, “i missed you so much. i was gone for a week, and now you’re walking?” he continued talking to her, you stopped recording, placing your phone in the pocket of your sweatpants, kneeling next to your loves. “i thought she was just starting to stand up?” charles asked, you nodded.
“those were her first steps,” you said, voice a little groggy as you kept your eyes on violet, who was playing with charles’ hair, grabbing fistfuls and tugging lightly.
“first steps… first birthday…” charles counted, throwing an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to him. you leaned your head against his shoulder, and violet stopped what she was doing to look at you two.
she was still standing up, charles had a hand on her back to help her up. she looked back and forth from you two, the smiles on your faces were so wide that your cheeks were starting to hurt.
“da!” she said, dropping down to her bum, crawling away, leaving you both speechless.
“first word?” charles breathed, you frowned.
“is ‘da’ even a word?” you asked, mostly annoyed because it was a word that resembled ‘dad’.
“in baby language, i think it is,” he smiled smugly, you rolled your eyes as you turned to violet, picking her up.
“hey, baby. say ‘ma’,” you instructed, violet stayed quiet, then, she opened her mouth.
“da!” she repeated, you sighed, kissing her cheek before passing her off to charles. “da!” she said as she looked at charles.
“yeah, that’s her first word,” you laughed, admitting defeat.
-
six months later, you and violet slipped through the crowd of people, sneaking your way to the ferrari motorhome. it was the first race of the season, and you had to admit, you missed being there.
you’d been with charles for what felt like forever at that point, coming close to eight years. you’d met, fallen in love and started dating as teenagers, and you’d been there every step of his career. your relationship was one that the public had always been curious of, given that you were both extremely private and cautious with what you let the rest of the world see. when you stopped attending the races for almost half of the year last year, people had started wondering if you’d split up. but as you walked with violet in your arms, charles’ hand around your shoulders, that was a clear statement.
you were scared of attending a race with violet, but you were a family now, and you needed to support charles, you knew he needed you there. you were going to stay inside the ferrari hospitality the entire time, away from the cameras and public. you were inside charles’ room, playing with violet whilst he got ready.
violet was starting to speak a bit more, so most of your time was spent over-pronouncing easy words in hopes to get her to repeat them. she was a smart girl. after having her first birthday, first steps and first word all in the same day, you knew you had a little genius in your hands.
“the car goes fast,” you said, moving your lips slowly, watching violet’s eyes go from your lips to your eyes. she babbled, you smiled as you kissed her temple, repeating the sentence again. “the car goes fast,”
“hell yes it does,” charles said, walking in. he had his racing suit on, the zipper was down, though, and you could see his fireproof undershirt. he grabbed violet, who played with the velcro strap.
“don’t swear,” you patted his leg, standing from your spot on the couch. “you ready?” you asked, kissing his cheek. violet noticed, and she did the same, making charles laugh.
“i think so,” he nodded, “i’ve got my two girls here, i can do pretty much anything right now,” he pressed his lips against violet’s temple. “but-”
“charles, we need you for something,” there was a knock on the door, and charles sighed. he’d promised to spend as much time as he could with you, even though you’d promised him it was okay, that he still had to focus and prepare for the race, but he had missed having you there and wanted to stay there with you two.
“it’s okay,” you grabbed violet, who frowned, she’d only gotten a few minutes with charles, why was he leaving again so soon? “we’ll be right here,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss charles’ cheek, but he turned his head, meeting your lips with his.
“i will be right back, okay?” you nodded as he hugged you both. he walked out of the room without looking back, despite how much he wanted to stay.
violet whimpered, you looked down at her and chuckled.
“it’s okay, baby, he’ll be right back, okay?” you sat her down on the couch, “da will be right back,”
as it turned out, violet called both you and charles ‘da’. it was the one word she associated with the two of you. much to charles’ dismay.
“oh, love, it’s okay,” you cooed, noticing violet’s teary eyes. “it’s just for a little while, my love.” you grabbed her again, and started walking around the room, gently rocking her in your arms. she wasn’t a loud crier, but her tears were just as real. “oh, violet, don’t cry, you’re making me cry, too!” you chuckled, pulling her close to your chest.
a few minutes passed, you could still feel your shirt getting damp from her tears, when the door behind you was opened.
“what’s wrong?” charles asked, and violet struggled in your arms. you put her down and she ran to charles.
“dada!” you froze, your eyes went wide as you watched charles crouch and catch violet in his arms. “dada,” she repeated, her tiny arms on his neck.
“it’s- it’s okay, violet. i- dada’s here,” he said, letting out a shaky breath as his eyes met yours.
“charles-” you started, feeling your eyes burning.
“dada,” violet started, turning her head back, “mama!” she called for you. you couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. you just stood there, with wide, teary eyes, as the child that you’d promised to love and raise as if she were your own, called for you. “mama, mama,”
charles was just as shocked as you were, but he snapped out of it first, walking to you once he noticed that you were still processing it.
“d-did she… did she…” you couldn’t finish your question, but charles was already nodding his head.
“dada. mama.” apparently those two words had become violet’s favorite ones. you let out a laugh, wrapping your hands around charles’ back, with violet stuck between your bodies.
“yes, violet. dada and mama are here.” charles said. you just breathed deeply.
-
violet didn’t know what was going on around her. she didn’t know why the people wearing red were standing up, clapping and yelling. she didn’t know why you were standing up as well, with your palms pressed together, covering your mouth. she didn’t know why you had tears in your eyes.
“dada won, violet!” she didn’t understand what that meant, but you were smiling, so she smiled as well. you picked her up in your arms, someone handed you a pair of headphones, you placed them on violet’s ears to protect her from the loud noises.
you’d promised to stay inside the ferrari motorhome, but you weren’t counting on charles getting the first win of the season, his first in a while, his first with his family there with him.
you were escorted to the podium ceremony, arriving just in time to see charles stepping out of the car. he jumped out of the car and ran to his crew, you were breathing fast, your cheeks hurting from smiling so hard, there were tears in your eyes as you watched charles.
“that’s dada,” you told violet, even though she probably couldn’t hear you with all the noise.
you waited a few minutes, for charles to finish getting weighed, before someone talking to him pointed in your direction.
he smiled as he ran to you, wrapping his arms around the two of you.
“that was amazing, my love.” you said, grabbing his face to direct his lips to yours. “i love you so much, you deserve this!” you smiled.
“dada! mama!” violet said, annoyed that you weren’t paying attention to her.
“sorry, violet. dada and mama are here. we love you, too,” charles gave you two one last hug before he had to be taken away for interviews.
-
violet was sleeping between you two, she was curled up on her side, resting her head on charles’ chest. you couldn’t blame her, that was how you loved to fall asleep, too. you couldn’t sleep, you still had that remaining rush of adrenaline running through your system, which made it hard for you to succumb to sleep. you turned to your side, leaning forward to kiss violet’s cheek softly, then charles’ lips. you left the bed, sliding open the door to the balcony.
you could hear people partying out there. you leaned your arms against the railing, thinking about how, if you didn’t have violet, you would probably be out there with them. but you wouldn’t change your little family for anything.
“what are you doing out here?” you heard charles’ sleepy voice, felt his arm around your waist.
“just thinking,”
“about?” he asked, kissing your shoulder. you smiled, turning your head to the side to look at him.
“how i wouldn’t change this for anything in the world,” you answered, biting your bottom lip. “i love you and i love violet, and i’m so lucky to call you both mine,” he didn’t answer, just turned you around so your back was against the railing, his hands on your waist.
“we should make it all official, then,” he said after a few seconds, you leaned back, tilting your head up to look at him. “marry me,”
“charles leclerc, after almost eight years of dating, this is how you’re proposing to me?” you raise an eyebrow, joking to avoid letting tears take over you.
“no,” he shook his head, a small smile on his face, “you deserve something much better. our child needs to be part of it, for starters,”
“of course,” you laughed. you placed your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.
“will you, though?” he asked.
“what?”
“marry me?”
that was a question that you both knew the answer to.
English is not my first language so i am sorry for any errors.
Genre:fluff
Warnings: blood
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I wake up and feel that my underwere is wet. I stand up and feel a a gush of something and i look down and see blood on my thighs. I look over to where i had slept a few minutes ago and see a huge pool of blood laying beside my boyfriend.
My boyfriend begins to stir in his sleep and he slowly opens his eyes and sees my with blood on my things and watery eyes.
”What happend baby, did you get your period” Max say as he begins to stand up.
”Yeah, i stained your bedsheets. I am sorry. I say as the tears starts to fall down my cheeks.
Max go to me and put his hands on my cheeks. ”I don’t care about that, why are you crying baby. He ask
”Because it is embaressing and i ruined your bedsheets. I say as i point on the blood stain.
”Hey, don’t worry about that. It is just bedsheets, i can get new ones. Come on let get you in the shower and you will found tampons in the bathroom.”
After the shower
”Thank you, Max. I say while laying on his chest. I feel how his hands stroke my hair.
”Don’t worry baby. He say as he kiss my head.
My eyes become more and more heavy with every second that passes. ”Sleep baby, i Will be here when you wake up” Max say with is calm voice.
Summary: Based on Epiphany by Taylor Swift (if you want to listen while reading it would add a nice gloom). Charles Leclerc's girlfriend works for the Ferrari F1 Team and faces the other end of having a driver boyfriend in motorsport after he gets in a horrific crash.
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader
Genre: angst, fluff in the end if you squint.
Involves: A car accident, descriptions of injury, descriptions of a panic attack, crying, fainting, mentions of medical urgency and care, motorsport terms, hospital, blood.
Word count: 2,2k
This is a work of fiction. Any celebrity mentioned does not behave as written and I do not know them in real life. I am writing this story solely for my own entertainment and the marvel or comfort of any readers.
As this is placed in the Formula 1 universe, this does not refer to any real race, event or tragedy, nor do I want any incidents to happen in real life.
Her laugh echoed in his head along with the loud, piercing "beep" coming from his ears, every race y/n would knock on his helmet, asking for him to keep it safe. The team hadn't locked the Hans device to his helmet before the race, and his neck went way forward with the collision - but it wasn't the worst thing caused by it. The crimson F1-75 was slammed against the wall, the front wing was absolutely scrunched and missing some scattered pieces along the track. It was a red flag. The whole paddock went silent. His thigh was making him want to grunt in pain, but he couldn't make himself turn on his radio mic and voice what had happened, his vision was a bit blurry and he didn't want to make the injury real by saying it out loud.
Y/n felt paralyzed. Her whole body felt cold on the inside and it felt like her throat was slowly parting. She looked slowly at some engineers at the Ferrari pit wall and Binotto was already looking at her, half apologetically, half giving her permission to leave her work. Being a strategic engineer for the Ferrari team while dating their main driver felt like a dream until about a minute ago. While running rapidly in the track limits, she didn't realize what she was doing until some volunteers and the medical team stopped her, not far from the car. Her legs were now hot and her feet burning a little, she was panting, the huffs of air causing tiny vapor clouds to leave her mouth.
"Ma'am, please calm down, will you be the one accompanying him to the hospital?" Y/n listened to the question, her brain took some time to put the words together coherently, and she couldn't really answer anything right now. "I- I... I don't know, I need to see him," there it was, the ripping throat. It kind of burned. Her voice was heavy and breaking. "please."
An old lady was on his left, wearing the same red cross printed under the neon vest. She seemed a little more emphatic and put her arm around the distressed girl to take her closer. It wasn't right, what she was doing. But there was too much panic in her eyes for her to be able to proceed whithout seeing Charles.
Y/n was still a couple feet away from the car when the lady stopped her. The team was preparing to take the driver out of his seat via airlift, he had passed out. She frowned a little. Her eyes kept traveling fast through the whole scene; some people were already taking tiny pieces from the track, the medical car was stopped close by, already opened, the front wing was scrunched against the wall, and... his legs were accommodated by the front wing, there was too much of the car into the wall, what had happened? Her gaze flew over in his direction again, and, there was a vivid red by his thighs, staining the suit. Her breath started to feel and sound too fast, and that one old lady was already prompting her arms out in order to distance her again. Y/n turned to that first man from before "Si- Sir, I think he's bleeding out" Her eyes were completely wide, paralyzation hitting her again as she was basically being pushed to the side of the medical car. While the man lingered a firm gaze with her for a while, she tried to plea with a look. She couldn't cause any more fuss or delay Charles from getting the needed attention. The reality was suddenly hitting her too loudly, everyone was still there, everything was still expectantly quiet, attentive eyes, curious mouths, and a bunch of cameras filled the paddock. There was a whole Grand Prix taking place, this was her job as well, no place no scream or cry, even though she desperately needed to.
After that, everything seemed to go by in some sort of haze. Her mouth agape in a slight "o" while the driver - boyfriend - was taken out and put in a rescue board, everything happening too slowly inside her head. Y/n bit her whole lower lip in an attempt to keep tears at bay. It took a while to notice the man inside the medical car signaling with his hand for her to enter. After blinking her eyes strongly and shaking her head, in an attempt to clear both her thoughts and her vision of the whole scene going by, she went inside.
Though she was relieved she could be with Charles at that moment, by his side while he got medical attention, y/n thought she was internally falling down at the side of the man laid down, slowly breathing in and out, while a limited, few-people team was taking emergency care of him. His thigh was, indeed, bleeding, since there was a piece of the car that cut his skin in a deep flesh wound after being creased from the inside. One young lady in the car was setting some IV up but had her attention on the way y/n held Charles' hand through her safety latex gloves - med school did not ever cover being apathetic to the expression of fear in someone's face like that; the raw feeling of the woman on the other side of the car, making her reflect on how was the couple's life.
"Doc, I think he... How can we avoid more blood loss? I'm afraid he could crash out." She tried to say it calmly, in a low voice - if the woman couldn't possibly avoid for y/n to hear the team handling the trauma, she wanted to at least keep her from being startled. Y/n looked to her right, the man who was avoiding her to come closer before was in fact the doctor operating most of the damage control they could before getting to the hospital. Her eyes kept going wide, she looked from the man to the injury and avoided it turning her gaze to the door, she sniffed, hoping they could arrive soon.
Charles' situation was not bad after all, the surroundings after the crash, the dust, the unconsciousness, and the blood might have scared everyone along with the memory and the knowledge of how crashes can be dangerous in the fastest modality of motorsport. He needed a CT scan on account of the fainting, and after having his thigh cleansed and stitched, he was in a private room with his left leg up and a cervical collar, with the promise that Binotto would arrive as soon as possible after the race.
Y/n's scare, however, was barely minimized; although she had the news that all the procedures went fine and Charles himself was not further harmed, she had yet to get to see him awake. With only 20 minutes of her own body shutting down into some sleep after she was sent with him to a room, she dreamt of seeing his eyes, his smile, or even listening to his voice, though only in a bare grunt, thirsty for water - that, and only that, would give her the glimpse of relief she needed to end that day, to compensate, make sense of everything she saw, from the car starting to fail on a tiny screen to an unconscious injured boyfriend being carried around.
She was warned about the pain-meds Charles had taken before, and the scary IV was still there by his side, but still, y/n couldn't take her body away from the hospital bed, watching him closely, drawing every detail in her mind. She had decided to get away from the phone as soon as the important information was sent to those who mattered, desperately needing to get away from the drama.
Minutes after, when her chin was rested on the bed and her eyes were starting to give up on the promise of being there when he woke up, needing to surrender in rest after the agitated day, y/n felt a hand caressing her hair ever so slightly. Energy jolted back to her veins and she looked up quickly to find his semi-open eyes, that blue and green mixture barely visible yet and a weak smile forming on his lips. She giggled, reaching some sort of high before actually getting up and helping Charles to a sip of water.
"Sorry for the scare, little one" it came a little raspy, but she couldn't help letting out a huge sigh, and while her body relaxed, a natural "I love you" left her lips without any supervision. "What are you feeling?" she was worried about making him think or talk too much and had the knowledge that he needed to rest, but he was there, and she just couldn't help herself. "I'm... well, good, thinking of the circumstances, thinking a lot about what this means to the championship, though... It was an ugly crash and I got a DNF-" He stopped when seeing her expression, it seemed all involuntary, but she was frowning and lightly shaking her head "Okay, no, I'm sorry we're not gonna- we won't talk about the accident." He had fallen used to be very technical in conversations, mainly from interviews after races, but he knew y/n wasn't being technical and was probably overstressed to have witnessed the crash. He wasn't feeling all good about it himself, he got scared, but it was his job - to be there taking the high-speed risk.
"I asked Pierre to bring your favorite blanket," She said, chuckling through her nose a little. "the blankets here suck, and I thought you'd like it when you woke up..." She sighed again, it would probably not be the last time, she needed to let the fear out of her system and she was also too relieved for him to be there. "He's coming with Binotto after the race, but we'll need it back at home, so I need you to get up and going, okay?" They both smiled with the optimistic plea.
Y/n took a sip of water herself, before getting him some more. Processing the shock and the fear and the tears were no good, and now that they were subsiding, it left room for her mind to go back to the workplace and bring a little anxiety. She should be analyzing if there was something wrong with the car if it was a mistake or mainly if someone else had hit him, but she knew the team was making a good job at that. Charles reached his hand to her leg when he noticed it was bouncing. "You know, the painkillers are working fine, but having this beau in front of me is probably making it all even better." He stated in a foolish way of getting her in the moment again.
She laughed soundly. Thank God. Y/n placed both hands over his, caressing it a bit. "You're on morphine, amore. But thanks for the generous compliment. I probably look a mess..." Another sigh, they were both smiling now, exchanging glances.
They still probably had a while before everyone arrived, and Charles probably needed to sleep, but he refused to waste this moment with y/n, he refused not to show her that he was here and he was fine. He would hopefully be with her for a long time still; 3 summers was already feeling like so little when weighed out with how much they have lived together. Some would say that it took a scare in life for you to realize you need to take some things a step further, and, though he was basically on drugs right now, the ferrari driver wouldn't deny giving your future some thought.
"You scared me so bad... what would I do without you," she vented, at last getting rid of the final bad thoughts, clueless to the ones on his mind until the last bit, when they seemed to have gotten in sync. "I would not be alright, you know, I can't imagine a life without you." Charles shook any decisions off, sticking to the simple for now. "When I get out of here we're gonna do everything, we're gonna go for a walk, see the stars, and I'm gonna hold your hand... like this. We'll go to the little market you like, and buy something silly. I'll get you pain au chocolat from that little shop down there, and we could sit on the benches outside while we watch the fountain... people going by... and I'm gonna kiss you like I kissed you on our birthday."
She smiled, relaxed. At that moment y/n wanted to daydream with him for the rest of the day. "And where are you going to get the time to do all that, stronzo?" Another round of chuckles filled the room at the sound of his loud "I will!". "Yeah, but you need to rest, okay?" she offered, and he was about to insist for a while, but the girl beat him to it "I'll be right here, trust me I'll not leave your side. They would have to drag me away from your bed like in the movies." With that, and another wave of medicine effects hitting him, Charles relaxed offering her a last smile before closing his eyes again, and right there some sort of epiphany hit y/n about the essential meaning of it all. Him, being there, and the love they shared and the fun they had sharing jobs in the same universe. Just the sense of relief she needed before dozing off again, even if only for another twenty minutes, before everyone else arrived.
summary : You decided to make Charles jealous by talking about another guy that you spend time with at work or is there no Jake?
warnings : none! // fluff!
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Your friend had dared you to prank your boyfriend Charles Leclerc, the F1 driver you had been dating for a few months now. You were hesitant at first, not wanting to upset him, but your friend convinced you it would be harmless fun.
So, when you met up with Charles for dinner that night, you decided to give it a try. As you talked about your day, you casually dropped in the name of another guy you knew from work. "Oh, I saw Jake today," You said, watching for Charles' reaction.
At first, he didn't seem to notice. But as the night went on, you could tell he was getting more and more irritated. He kept asking you questions about Jake, wanting to know who he was and what he was doing with his girlfriend.
You couldn't help but feel guilty as Charles' anger grew. You knew you had gone too far, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it just yet. You tried to steer the conversation away from Jake, but Charles kept bringing it back up.
Finally, You couldn't take it anymore. "It was just a prank, Charles," you said, trying to hide your laughter. "There's no Jake. It was all a joke."
Charles' face turned red with anger. "A joke? You think this is funny?" he growled, his voice low and intimidating.
You could feel your heart racing as Charles leaned in closer to you. "Do you have any idea how jealous that made me feel?" he continued. "To think that some other guy was trying to steal you away from me?"
You tried to apologize, but Charles wasn't having it. "I don't know if I can trust you anymore," he said, his voice still low and menacing. "You need to make it up to me."
You knew you had messed up, and you were willing to do whatever it took to make things right with Charles. As the night went on, you talked things out and made amends. Eventually, the tension between you dissipated, and you found ourselves cuddled up together on the couch at home.
Charles laid his head on your chest, his breathing slow and steady. "I love you," he whispered, his voice soft and sincere.
You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. "I love you too, Charles. And I promise, no more pranks."
"I'm still not satisfied with your apology, ma cheríe" Charles said, taking his head of your chest and pulling you on top of him.
The night was long with lots of screaming, you definitely were getting complains from the neighbors the next day!
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!! this imagine was writing by @i16leclerc, don't copy or translate without my permission, all rights reserved, 2023 !!
