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alwaysonf1 · 2 months

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Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC

Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff

Word Count: 2.9k

Warning: Language

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: N/A

Though the plans were made in advance for security reasons Charles found himself not wanting to go out to the club that Carlos and a few of the other pilots chose. He was feeling down despite the recent podium and wanted nothing more than to just sit in his hotel room until it was time for his flight the following day.

But Pierre had demanded that he get off his ass and get to the club. Kika was in the background saying things of a similar nature, though it was much nicer than the Frenchman said it. Charles wanted to tell him to fuck off, but wallowing in his room wasn’t the way he wanted to leave off a relatively good week. That wasn’t who he was. He kept pushing even when he’s at his limit.

Something that seemed silly when it was being applied to partying and not his job or some more important life matter.

It’s why he was sitting in their little elevated VIP section watching the crowd. It was still early in the night, so most of those who’d pledged to show up were still there away from the general public. Everyone would trickle out and let others in as the night went on, but it was agreed that to start they always wanted to keep everything as chill as possible.

Except Charles doesn’t feel chill. He knew Iman would be there, but it wasn’t until she greeted him with a hug that it really sank in. Or more specifically, it wasn’t until then that he addressed the small fraction of him that was down because of a realization about his feelings.

Charles can be a bit dense sometimes, but he’s no longer playing, oblivious to his feelings. And that includes the one that fills him the moment he saw her. He wanted to monopolize her time. Flirt with her in a way that was much more blatant than usual. Get her to dance with him. Kiss her.

That last one is why he finds himself glued to his seat.

On more than one occasion he’s been face to face with Iman - her height only being a little more than an inch under his - and gotten caught up in how soft her lips look. How he wants to know how they would feel if he gave into the urge and kissed her. But Charles was in deep denial then, so it was easy to lie to himself and combat those feelings. Now he was open to them and feeling like a schoolboy with a crush.

He wasn’t sure how to approach Iman on the subject. Pierre laughed in his face when he gave the option of sitting down and having a talk with her about it. While the Frenchman did concede that an adult discussion would be a good idea, he thought Charles was being too clinical. He didn’t need to drown it in romance, but there did need to be something more than just revealing it like they were in a meeting. Carlos, Max, and every other driver he asked agreed with Pierre.

Max suggested talking to Lewis or Logan, but that just added to the schoolboy feelings. He was nervous and also a little afraid of their response. Which was equally as silly when he realized how much they were for him and Iman once the haze of his own avoidance lifted. The two of them were doing a lot of the heavy lifting with trying to get either of them to see the light, but both were stubborn.

Well, no. Charles was stubborn. Iman was just dealing with a man who was in relationships with others.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

“Do not tell me you are a light weight now?” Pierre asks as he sits beside him.

“I’ve barely had this drink.”

“Ah, so you still haven’t said anything. Must I do it for you?”

There’s a playful expression on Pierre’s face and Charles knows that he’d never do that to him, but he still levels him with a glare. All that does is cause the Frenchman to laugh and Charles is tired of his laughter. He feels like a mess, and no one is helping him out. Well, they are, but not in the way he needs. There feels like there is no answer.

And he feels like a child. Incapable of communicating his feelings when it should be so easy to say or do so when he has the words in his arsenal. His previous relationships alone should be the perfect insight on how to handle things, but even that doesn’t feel right. Doesn’t feel good enough for Iman. Another thing that’s driving him up the wall because he believes all his ex-girlfriends were treated with such care when approaching the subject and yet he knows that isn’t the truth. Not even the reality of the other, outside, reasons for his hesitation are enough to not feel a little bad about that.

In his small spiral he’s tuned Pierre out and a slap to the arm brings his attention back to the Frenchman, who is rolling his eyes at him. Even Kika looks a little disappointed in him and that does not help Charles with his current turmoil at all.

“All this not listening, tsk. If you paid attention, you’d know what needs to be done,” Pierre says.

“I…”

Before he can even begin to defend himself or tell his friend that all the advice everyone has given is bad, Kika has pulled him off the couch and they abandon Charles for the other side of their VIP area.

A huff escapes him, and he takes a sip from his glass, debating if he should drink the whole thing and order another. Or multiple. He knows doing that isn’t wise of him though, he might just blurt out what he wants to say and that feels even worse than all the floundering he’s doing to find the right thing to say. He can’t handle the level of embarrassment that such a thing will bring.

As if he isn’t already embarrassed since almost everyone on the grid has something to say on the matter and sees how much of a mess he is about the situation. Zhou even told him to get it together, in much nicer language than that.

Another sip, another sigh.

Then the bench he’s sitting on shifts. Charles turns his head and sees Lewis. In an instant his heart begins to race. And it’s not helped by Lewis not even glancing in his direction.

“Just do it,” Lewis says.

“What?”

“Talk to her.”

“I don’t…”

Lewis levels him with a look that shuts him up. He knows that there was an excuse about to come out of his mouth and that Lewis knows it too. Charles promised himself he’d stop talking himself out of reaching out to Iman in the way that he wants. And while at a club where she’s the slightest bit tipsy - and so is he - isn’t where he imagined if he doesn’t do it now, he’ll keep putting off not doing it. And then she may no longer be available.

That last thought comes in as he notices a group of men hyping up one of them and pointing in her direction. They’re all trying to be subtle, but every time she glances in their direction it’s so obvious, they were looking with the way they try to appear like they weren’t.

The one who clearly was the chosen one to talk to her squared his shoulders and took a breath. Charles is out of his seat and by Iman’s side in an instant. His fingers caressed her arm until they took hold of her elbow. The grip was gentle and didn’t showcase any of the jealousy he feels. At least he hopes it doesn’t.

Iman turns to him and though she’s smiling as she does, it brightens when she looks at him. Charles is sure he forgets how to think for a second and his own bright smile forms.

“Hi,” she says.

There’s an excitement to it as if she hadn’t seen him at all tonight.

“Hi.”

Inside Charles' head there is a repeated chant to keep calm. Maintain a coolness that he’s usually very sure he has, but not at this moment.

“Finally want to have some fun, Sharl? I thought you were going to sit there all night like some stuffy old man with his precious bourbon.”

“I am not stuffy. Or old.”

She pulls a face that further offends him, but not so much that he doesn’t remark on how beautiful she looks even now.

“You sure?”

Charles scoffs. “Dance with me.”

“What?” she sputters.

“Dance with me. Come on the floor and dance with me. I will show you how I am not stuffy.”

Gob smacked is the word Charles would use to describe Iman as the seconds tick by. His nerves are heightening out of fear that she plans to reject him, but he also finds it cute. With a shake of her head, he watches her pull it together. There are questions in her eyes, but she completely turns so her body faces him and smirks. It’s cocky and a little mischievous.

“Can’t waltz here.”

“I know how to dance in a club.”

“Okay.”

Not wanting to risk her saying no, Charles’ hand slips from her elbow to her hand. His fingers thread with her’s and he leads her away from those she was talking to out down the stairs out of VIP. On their way they pass the group of men who all look unsure if they want to glare or turn their focus on figuring out how to get pictures with Charles. He’s very familiar with men who are upset with him for “stealing” a girl but can’t help but be a fan of him. He’s not so full of himself that he thinks that with all of them, but there are many who often fit into that category.

He throws them a smile as they pass and head to the dance floor.

Most clubs they go to tend to have people milling around and very little dancing being done. A picture of how far the clubs and parties he saw on TV and heard stories about had changed. It made them a bit boring, but Charles didn’t really know a scene like that so him missing that time period wasn’t as strong as someone who lived it up in the 00s and 10s.

It also meant he had limited experience knowing how to party. At least in the way Iman does. She spoke of the fun times with friends and her brother at parties and clubs that were focused on the music and dancing part of things. So, despite her being a few years younger than him, she knew what the hell she was doing.

But he wouldn’t let that stop him.

The moment they find space Iman begins dancing, joy dancing across her features and a glint of challenge in her eye. She’s seen Charles dance at places like this and she knows he only has a couple things in his arsenal, but he wants to prove her wrong.

For a second, he stands there, a slight sway to his body. He watches her like he’d watch a driver practicing. Taking in her every move and of those around them. Then he moves with her, matching her energy. It’s awkward and he feels that deep in his bones, but as time ticks on he finds comfort. Or he simply stops caring about being awkward.

His eyes are intently on Iman because he can’t look away from her even if he tries, but also because he wants to see the shift in her eyes. She goes from sure that he’ll back down or not keep up and to a sprinkle of shock and happiness.

She wants to dance with him. That is what he’s sure of and it makes him all the more certain that he needs to continue out of his comfort zone.

They dance back to back songs and he does his best to keep up with Iman. There are moments where he feels very out of place and he catches the eye of Max who gives him a thumbs up, but also laughs at him. That makes him want to leave the premises immediately, but he stays. He continues dancing as if he has zero cares in the world other than having this time with Iman and the voice that reminds him that this will probably end up on the internet tomorrow is too faint for him to think too much about.

Pierre glides through at some point, making them both throw back three rounds of shots before he takes his place a few feet away to dance with Kika.

The vibe of the music changes and the crowd goes crazy. It’s more on par with what Charles is used to with the DJ friendships he has, and it puts him back in his comfort zone. He strays from the way Iman is dancing and goes into something that is more jumping than anything. And she matches that energy.

Despite knowing that she prefers a different way, Iman has changed to match his energy. To give him space to be more at ease. A louder voice in his head says that he’s making the action too large, but he knows Iman. She’s usually the vibe setter and everyone else gravitates to what she’s doing. Not the other way around.

A smile so wide it hurts forms on his lips, and he feels sure about things. More certain than he has since he first pulled his head out of his ass.

The fun he was having amplifies and soon enough it’s all their friends just bouncing and dancing around and screaming the lyrics to any song that lasts long enough for them to figure out the words.

It’s some of the best fun Charles has had this season so far.

The DJ stops playing so many intense songs back to back and it gives Charles time to catch his breath. He’s sweaty in a way he doesn’t love, and his chest is moving rapidly, but he’s happy. Despite the dip in the club’s vibe, he’s still feeling like he’s on a high.

In front of him Iman says something, but the DJ and crowd are so loud he can’t hear her. Charles leans closer to hear her better.

“Can we take a br…”

A body slams into Charles from behind and it sends him into Iman, who is also stumbling due to someone next to them tripping into her a little. Charles is able to regain balance, but being hit on two sides doesn’t do Iman any favors and she begins to fall back. Without a thought his arms are around her and he’s pulling her into his chest. Because of her reaction time she flails a little not realizing he’s stabilized them and then looks at him with a bashful expression after hitting him in the side.

“Sorry,” she mouths.

“It’s okay.”

With her still in his arms Charles looks around for the culprit and sees a man who looks deeply apologetic behind him. From the frozen group of men, a little farther back Charles figures out they must have pushed him harder than expected and that set off a domino effect. When they notice Charles looking at them, they shake off their daze and utter multiple apologies before scurrying off.

Shaking his head, he turns to look at Iman again. She wears an amused expression and he’s grateful that the incident hasn’t ruined her mood. It hasn’t seemed to catch the attention of anyone except those close enough to deal with the fall out, but they’ve all returned to minding their business.

“Idiots everywhere,” Iman says.

Charles laughs softly. “You would think their parents raised them better.”

“You would.”

The smile on Iman’s face as she says it entrances Charles. He loves it when she smiles and this one is just as pretty as the others, but it does something to him. His eyes flicker from her lips to her eyes and after a moment he notices that she’s doing the same.

Do it. The voice in his head says.

Not even thinking to fight it, he tilts his head down. He hears the catch of breath in Iman’s throat, but she doesn’t move away so he continues until his lips touch hers. They’re as soft as he imagined and the feel of finally getting to kiss them drowns away any doubt he’s had. Which only makes him continue kissing her. He’s gentle and slow and he wants to keep it that way. This is a first step, but then Iman presses closer. She pulls away for a moment and then deepens the kiss, moving at a heightened pace.

Charles can barely think of anything but kissing her. He could look like all those couples he makes snide remarks about being one second away from public sex, but he wouldn’t care, not even a little bit.

It’s unclear how long they stay that way, but it can go on for much longer if he has it his way. Which he knows he can’t.

They pull away, chests rising and falling at the pace they were when they’d danced for who knows how long. The part of him that feels like he’s messed up flutters to the surface, but he doesn’t really feel it. More than anything he’s sure that he’s finally found the right course of action.

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lista de nomes masculinos que estava no meu bloco de notas e eu só lembrei agora

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