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Fate Charles Leclerc Story…

…Chapter 11…

Waking up felt like a dream... like a pinch me moment...

I never thought someone like Charles would ever express interest in me. Charles was a world famous racer and I was just an ordinary girl from Miami Florida. What did he even see in me? The self doubt was starting to set in... Charles was this handsome, funny, kind man... and I was just an ordinary girl who worked as a nanny.

We spent the night cuddling in bed talking until we both had fallen asleep. I had fallen asleep wrapped up in Charles arms with my back pressed against his chest the weight of Charles arm resting on my waist.

For the first time in forever, I fell asleep feeling safe and cared for. There was something about Charles that made me feel so comfortable and safe since the moment I met him.

Everything with him just felt right like there was an invisible string pulling us together from the moment we met at the airport... almost as if we were destined to be together.

From the moment I met Charles he has done nothing but prove to me that he is a gentleman... I had only known Charles for less than a month and he was proving to me he was nothing like my past relationships.

I could feel Charles start to stir in his sleep as he wrapped his arms tighter around me slowly pulling me closer into his chest, sighing in content. A faint smile forming on his face as I kissed his forehead.

Flashbacks of the night before fresh in my mind... we spent most of the day cuddled on the couch as we discussed our childhood memories... our goals and dreams. We sat for hours talking and enjoying each others company.

Charles even tried to impress me with his cooking skills as he made pasta for dinner. Everything felt different in regards to Charles... and for the first time in forever I felt cared for and happy.

"Morning Belle," whispered Charles, his voice raspy as he slowly started to wake up, "God you're so beautiful."

Charles leaning forward to his my forehead as he sighed happily... he still couldn't believe that I was finally his. He had dreamed about last night since the moment he met you and it was better then he could have ever imagined.

I rolled over slightly so that Charles and I were facing each other. I reached up with my hand and brushed the hair out of Charles eyes before kissing his lips lightly. I couldn't help but giggle as I pulled away from the kiss, as Charles had an adorable pout on his face as soon as your lips left his.

"Mmm...more kisses." He moaned as he pulled your lips back onto his, deepening the kiss. "That's better." He said as soon as your lips left his once again.

"Am I dreaming or are you really here?" Questioned Charles jokingly as he started to pinch himself.

I couldn't contain my giggle as I said "yes, I'm really here."

"Can we just stay in bed all day?" Questioned Charles just as his cell phone started ringing from it place one the bedside table.

Groaning Charles rolled over and picked up the phone, "Bonjour maman. Comment vas-tu?" he said sweetly into the phone. (Good Morning Mom. How are you?)

My eyes slightly widened as I heard Charles start talking to his mom... I wonder if she had also seen the new paper article.

"Je vais bien Charles. C'est la fille dont tu me parlais ? La fille de l'aéroport ?" (Im good Charles. Is that the girl you were telling me about? The girl from the airport?)

Charle winked at me, "Oui maman. Je lui ai finalement demandé d'être ma petite amie." (yes mom. I finally asked her to be my girlfriend.)

"tu avais l'air si heureux sur la photo du journal. Quand puis-je la rencontrer?" (you looked so happy in the picture from the news paper. When can I meet her?)

"Je ne connais pas maman... Peut-être bientôt ?" Charles said as he kissed my forehead, and started to play with fingers with the hand that was not holding the phone. (I dont know Mom...Maybe soon?)

"Ce soir Charles... Je préparerai même ton plat préféré." (Tonight Charles...I will even make your favourite food. )

"Mais maman." Charles started to say before getting cut off by his mom. (But Mom)

"Je ne prends pas non comme réponse Charles." Pascal said before hanging up the phone. (Im not taking No as an answer Charles.)

Charles shook his head laughing as he set his phone back on the bedside table and kissed my lips.

"My mom wants to meet you tonight..." Charles said as he studied my face hoping for a good reaction to what he had just told me.

"Really?" I questioned, "I would love to meet her." I leaned in to kiss him once again on the lips.

"Are you sure? I know its pretty early into our relationship to be meeting my mom." Questioned Charles with a big smile on my face.

"Yes Im sure Charles, I want to meet the women who raised you to be such a gentleman." I said as I smiled at him.

"Why are you so perfect Belle?" Charles said as he looked at me with such admiration in his eyes.

I blushed at his words and I smiled at him, "when are we heading to your moms house?"

"Whenever we want... she didn't give me a time. " Charles said smiling at me.

"Oh My God... I hope she likes me." I said as panic started to sink in... "what should I wear?"

"Belle, she is going to love you. Your amazing." Charles said as he gave ne a reassuring smiles. "as for clothing, I like what your wearing now," teases Charles.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, currently I was wearing my underwear and one of Charles Ferrari t-shirts that was two sizes to big for me.

"I don't think I should have my ass showing when I meet your mom." I said as I sat up in bed.

"Fine..." teased Charles as he stood up from bed... he leaned down and kissed my forehead before he made his way to the doorway heading into the hallway. "I'll be right back, stay there princess."

"Okay," you giggled as you shook your head smiling... it honestly felt like you were in a dream.

Not to long after Charles disappeared into the kitchen he came back holding a tray filled with two coffees and some cut up fruits with some yogurt and granola.

You couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips at the sight of Charles looking as sexy as ever wearing only shorts carrying some breakfast in bed for you. No one has ever done something like this for you before.

"For you my Belle," Charles said as he placed the try down in front of you. Quickly climbing into bed so that his back was touching the backboard of his bed. Smiling he pulled you into his arms so that you were sitting in front of him in between his legs so that your back was up against his chest.

"Thanks Charles," I said as I leaned up and kissed the base of his neck snuggling into the warmth of his body, before reaching down and picking up a piece of fruit placing it in-front of Charles lips so that he could have a bite. Smiling as he took a bite of the strawberry.

"My turn," Charles said as he reached down and picked up a piece of cut up pineapple and placed it in my mouth.

"Mmm, my favourite," I said as a soft moan escaped my lips as soon as the sweet pineapple was placed in my mouth.

"Belle," he groaned at the sound of the moan escaping my lips.

I smirked at him, before reaching forward to pick up one of the two coffee mugs that were sitting on the tray.

I couldn't help but feel at ease as Charles and I sat eating breakfast in bed and sipping coffee as we sat talking.

Charles had to leave for a training session with Andre, so we said goodbye to each other and headed our separate ways.

By the time I got back to the apartment Lucy was also arriving. We shook our heads laughing as we opened the door of the apartment

"Well...well...well...what do we have here?" joked Max shaking his head as both Lucy and I arrived back home.

"Oh Max, Leave the poor girls alone," Kelly teased as she also walked into the room where we were all standing.

"So Elle?" Questioned Kelly, curious to know how last nights conversation went after I had gotten the advice from her especially because I didn't come home last night.

"Well...I'm officially joining the F1 WAG group," I replied with a big smile on my face as I remembered the night before.

"Woohoo," Kelly exclaimed as she pulled me in for a big hug "I'm so freaking happy for you, you deserve all the happiness in the world."

" What!" Exclaimed Lucy as she gave me a look to spill the tea, "Apparently I missed a lot last night."

"Charles asked me to be his girlfriend last night," I said as I gave Lucy a grin. "How was your night with Lando?"

Instantly Lucy started blushing, "it was amazing Elle.. we just sat and talked the whole night until we both fell asleep cuddling on his couch."

"I'm so happy for you Luce." I said as I gave her a big hug.

"He is so different Elle, he's not like any other guy I have ever been on a date with. He actually seemed interested in getting to know me better instead of just wanting sex from me."

Lucy didn't really have a good track record when it came to dating. Most of the guys she went on dates with only wanted one thing, and as soon as they got it they would end up ghosting her. They would only put in enough effort to get what they wanted and then they disappeared into the night... never to be heard from again.

Lucy has a heart of gold and anyone would be lucky to be with her, and my only hope is that Lando also realizes what an amazing women she is.

"Okay... I think this is my cue to leave," joked Max as he stood up from the couch and made his way towards the front door, kissing Kelly before heading out to meet up with his trainer.

Laughing as Max left the apartment I turned my attention back to the ladies, "I need both of your help."

"Ooh what do you need help with?" Asked Kelly intrigued.

"I'm meeting Charles mom tonight... she phoned Charles this morning and demanded that he bring me over to meet me."

"No way!" Gasped Lucy in shock "your meeting his mother already."

"Ooh you are going to love Pascale" Kelly said as she smiled at Elle. "I've met her a couple of times she is amazing."

"Jeez, I'm so nervous... I need some help picking out an outfit."

"Don't worry Elle, we will find you the perfect outfit." Kelly said as she grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards her closet.

"Okay, I'm thinking Jeans with a really cute sweater. What do you think Lucy?" Kelly said as soon as we step into her huge walk in closet.

"Ooh paired with a pair of cute heel booties." Suggested Lucy as she looked at all the different pairs of shoes Kelly owned.

"Here," Kelly said as she shoved the clothing into my arms, lightly pushing me towards her bathroom door.

Laughing at my two best friends I made my way into the bathroom to try on the outfit.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I made my way over to the mirror to see what the outfit looked like on. It was the perfect outfit... the prefect mixture of cute and conservative.

As soon as I got the text from Charles saying that he was ready to go. I grabbed my purse and made my way downstairs to meet Charles in the lobby.

Charles eyes lit up as soon as he stepped out of the elevator and locked eyes with me. "Elle, you look so beautiful,"

Within seconds Charles was standing in front of me pulling me into his arms and kissing me on the forehead murmuring just loud enough for me to hear him 'I'm such a lucky guy.'

Charles looked as handsome as ever wearing blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a black leather jacket.

"Thanks Charles, you look handsome," I said as looked up at my boyfriend.

I couldn't help but check out my hot boyfriend. I still couldn't believe that one of the worlds hottest drivers was my boyfriend. Surely I was one of the luckiest women in the world.

"You ready to go my belle?"

Nodding my head, Charles gave me a smile as he grabbed my hand slowly bringing it to his lips before placing a gentle kiss on my hand. Winking at me before moving his hand towards the lower part of my back, Gently leading me towards the parking garage.

Charles stopped in front of a red Ferrari and opened the door for me. I couldn't help the shocked expression on my face as I sat down in the Ferrari, I had never been in such a nice car before.

Charles couldn't help but laugh at my expression as he shut my door and made his way to the drivers seat.

"Babe, you're going to have to get used to driving in style." Charles teased as he put the car in drive and made his way out of the parking garage and into the busy streets of Monaco.

Watching Charles drive through the streets of Monaco was so hot and the way he concentrated on the roads made me melt into a puddle. It didn't help that while he was driving he had one hand on the steering wheel while the other hand rested on my thigh as he absentmindedly rubbed up and down on my thigh.

We listened to the radio as we drove through the streets of Monaco, Charles pointing out things for me to see while we drove to his mothers house.

"Who will be at your moms place tonight?" I questioned randomly as the nerves started to kick in... holy shit I was meeting Charles mother the day after we made it official and a month after our first meeting.

"My mother Pascale, and I think maybe my younger brother Arthur who still lives at home," Charles said as he looked over at me and smiles reassuringly.

"Hey..." I teased "Eyes on the road mister...you're carrying precious cargo."

"Don't worry... I'm an excellent driver!" Joked Charles as he stepped on the gas pedal making the car jolt at the sudden increase in speed. Causing me to jump in my seat I shook my head at my crazy boyfriend as laughter filled the car. "Plus it's my job to drive fast belle."

"Maybe we should talk to Max about driving slower every once in awhile so that you can have the fastest car, " I teased Charles as I stuck my tongue out at him. I may not know much about racing but I did know Redbull has one of the fastest cars on the circuit.

"Im deeply offended," teased Charles as he lifted his hand of my thigh and placed it on his chest.

"We are here," Charles said as he pulled up in front of a beautiful house.

Before we could even step out of the car, the front door flew open as Pascal rushed out waving at us.

"You ready?" Questioned Charles as he reached over an gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, before he opened his door and stepped out of the car.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the door. Charles rushing over to me to help me get out of the car. I could hear Pascal awe at the sight of her son helping his girlfriend getting out of the car.

"Bonjour Maman," Charles said as we walked up the steps to where she was standing waiting for us.

Before I could even finish climbing up the stairs I was being pulled into her arms, her arms engulfing me in a big hug. The second Pascales arms wrapped around my body I instantly felt at home and comfortable.

"Oh my Elle, you're so beautiful my dear. How did my son get so lucky...." Pascale said as she pulled away from the hug so that she could hug Charles, "blink three times if he is holding you hostage." She teased as she reached up and pinched her sons cheeks.

"Very funny Mom," blushed Charles as he shook his head at his mothers joke.

"I mean... she is definitely out of your league bro," Charles younger brother Arthur said as he stepped into the door way holding his hand out towards me so that I could shake his hand, "Hello Elle, Im Arthur the better looking and more talented Leclerc brother."

Before I could reach my hand out to shake his hand, Charles pushed my hand away "don't touch that" he teased "Im not sure where that hand has been."

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips as I watched the two brothers interact with each other.

"Boys," Pascale called out putting a stop to the shoving match that the boys were just about to start, "Behave, I don't want Elle to think I raised animals instead of men."

"Sorry mom," both boys said as they looked over at Pascale.

"Come on Elle," Pascale said as she grabbed my hand and led me into her beautiful house.

As we walked further into the house I could hear Arthur tell Charles how beautiful I was and that he was lucky to be with someone so pretty.

"So dear, how is are you? Is my son treating you well?" Pascale said as she lead me towards the couch in the living room.

"Im doing good Mrs. Leclerc." I said smiling at Charles mom. "Charles is a perfect gentleman, you raised him well" I added as I watched Charles walk into the living room and sit down beside me on the couch.

"Oh Elle, please call me Pascale... Mrs. Leclerc makes me feel old."

"You are old mom," teased Arthur as he sat down beside his mother on the couch. Which earned him a gentle slap to the back of the head from mother.

"Ouch... So how are you liking Monaco," questioned Arthur as he rubbed his head in the spot his mom had just smacked him.

"Im really loving it, everyone I have met here have been super nice." I responded as I looked over towards Arthur and Pascale smiling.

"Oh Im so glad," Pascale said as she reached over towards my hand in a reassuring gesture, "Charles has mentioned how you guys first met... it's absolutely adorable that you guys kept running into each other."

I could feel Charles arm wrap around me as he pulled me closer into his sides, "Im just glad I kept running into you... it took me a couple run ins to finally get the courage to ask you out." Charles said just before he kissed me on the forehead.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Pascale had lifted her hand towards her chest with a happy expression on her face as she watched her middle son interact in a loving way with his new girlfriend, while Arthur was pretending to gag.

"Im just glad he got his head out of his ass," Joked Arthur "you should have heard him the whole flight home... complaining about how stupid he is for not getting your name or number."

Charles rolled his eyes at his brothers behaviour and reached for the pillow beside him and threw it at Arthur smacking him right in the face.

The shocked look on Arthur's face made everyone burst out laughing.

"Oh Elle, do you think you can handle my crazy family?" Pascale asks with a big grin on her face.

Laughing I replied, "yes.. I think my family is even crazier then yours if that is possible... you should see how me and my sister behave when we are together."

"Then I think you are going to make an excellent addition to our crazy family." Pascale said as she shook her head at her sons. You could see how much Pascal loved her boys and how happy it made her to have her boys at home with her.

"Where is Lorenzo?" Asked Charles as he started looking around the house wondering where his older brother was.

"He's on a work trip." Pascale answered as she smiled at her middle son and his girlfriend, "he told me to tell you that he is sorry he isn't here and that he can't wait to meet the women who has made his little brother smile again."

I looked over towards Charles with a questioning look. Was he not happy before he met me?

"Before I met you I was having a rough patch... especially because I was struggling on the race track and in my personal life." Charles said as he gave me a reassuring smile.

"We hated Charles ex girlfriend," mumbled Arthur just loud enough so that Pascal and I could here. Thankful Charles didn't hear or Arthur would have gotten another pillow to the head.

"Maybe Elle will be your lucky charm" suggested Pascale as she observed how her middle son and his girlfriend were interacting with each other. She could already tell that her son had met his match and that Elle seemed like the perfect person for her son.

"Elle, are you excited to be going to the races this year?" Asked Arthur

"Very excited, though I think I will be in the red-bull hospitality and Garage with Penelope and Kelly most of the weekends." I said as I looked over towards Charles, wondering how he would feel about his girlfriend spending most of her time in the red-bull area of the paddock instead of in the Ferrari area with him.

"Oh Belle, I think I will be able to convince Max to let you be in my garage during the races" Charles said with a determined look on his face. "Im not going to let him take away my good luck charm." Charles added as he gave me a wink, instantly I could feel a blush start to creep up my face.

"When did you become such a romantic," teased Arthur as he looked over towards his brother, the look of admiration present on his face.

"The moment I found Elle," replied Charles as he winked at me.

God... why is this man so hot when he winks at me like that... i could feel the blush start to form as I looked away from Charles gaze.

"Oh no!" Pascale exclaimed as she stood up quickly from the couch. "I've been so distracted with getting to know Elle, I forgot to offer you something to drink."

"It's okay mom," Charles said as he stood up from the couch as well "you sit down Arthur and I will go get us all something to drink."

As Charles started to walk out of the room he turned and winked at me before continuing on into the kitchen

"Thanks boys" Pascale said as she sat back down on the couch.

"Thank you Elle, I have never seen my son so happy. For a long time the only thing that would bring him happiness and put a smile on his face was racing. Ever since the death of my husband he has been very guarded especially when it come to his heart. I think it is because he is terrified to lose another loved one. Even when he was with his ex-girlfriend Tessa you could tell he was holding back on loving her. You have only been in his life for less than a month and you have changed his outlook on finding love."

As I listened to Pascale talk I couldn't help the tears that started to roll down my face.

"Oh Honey," Pascale said as she pulled me into her arms, giving me a sense of comfort as I thought about everything that Charles has went through with the death of his father, and everything that Pascal went through when her husband passed away... leaving her to take care of her three boys all alone.

"He saved me too," I said as the realization hit me, I may have saved Charles but he had also saved me. Especially after everything that Jake had put me through.

Charles came back into the room carrying a bottle of white wine, Arthur following closely behind carrying four wine glasses.

As soon as Charles locked eyes with me from across the room he could tell that I had been crying. With a concerned look on his face he rushed over to where I was sitting and pulled me into his arms whispering 'are you okay?'

Nodding my head yes, instantly feeling comforted by the fact Charles was sitting down beside me once again. Charles wasted no time resting his arm around my shoulder, grinning as he absentmindedly began rubbing his thumb up and down my arm as my body melted into his embrace.

Once Charles noticed that I was okay, he reached forward and began pouring the wine into the glasses, handing everyone a glass when he was finished.

"To love... Happiness... and winning some races." Charles said as he held his glass of wine in the air

"Cheers," everyone said as we all took a sip of our wine.

From across the room I could see Arthur studying his big brothers moments. A big smile on his face as he watched his brother interact with Elle, he had never seen his brother so happy. Growing up Charles had always been his role model and mentor on and off the track. The brothers both working hard to achieve their dreams, and now that Charles had achieved his dream of driving in formula one, he could see his older brothers dreams evolving as they got older and older. Charles made it perfectly clear that his next goal besides winning the world racing championship was to get married and start a family. The minute Arthur met Elle, he knew that Charles was going to accomplish his goal of finding his wife sooner then they both thought, and it would not surprise him if Charles and Elle got engaged by the end of the year.

"Mom, why don't we just order a pizza?" Suggested Charles, "That way you can relax and not have to worry about cooking."

"Ooh..." answered Pascale her eyes widened at the idea of having pizza for dinner and not having to cook, "but the restaurant we order pizza from doesn't deliver so one of us will have to go pick it up."

"I can pick it up mom," Charles offered "Elle do you want to come with? Or you can stay with my mom."

"I will stay with you mom Charles, Im really loving getting to know her better."

"Arthur why don't you go with your brother, that way Elle and I can have some girl time,"

"We should probably order the pizza soon," suggested Charles as he look at the time on his watch.

"Yes we should. Elle is it okay if we order Charles favourite pizza?" Questioned Pascale "I promised him on the phone this morning that if he came tonight, I would make him his favourite meal."

"Of course," I said as I could feel Charles looking at me with a look that made me want to melt from happiness.

"You are going to love it." Charles said with a big smile on his face as he thought of his favourite pizza.

Pascale quickly pulled out her phone from her pocket and phoned the restaurant ordering the pizza.

Hanging up the phone she looked over at Charles and Arthur, "Boys the pizza will be ready for pick up in 20 minutes, maybe you guys should leave in the next couple of minutes. Its about a fifteen minute drive to the restaurant from here."

"Okay, ladies we will be back soon," Charles said has he stood up from his spot on the couch, leaning down and kissed my lips, before heading towards his mom to kiss her cheek.

Charles walked over towards the door, where his car keys were hanging and made his way to his car.

"Bye Ladies," Arthur said as he followed his brother out the door.

"God, I never thought they would leave," Joked Pascale as she smiled at me.

Pascale and I sat down on the couch and chatted about anything that came into our minds. I felt so comfortable with her that I even told her about everything that happened with Jake. Just like Charles, Pascale made me feel comfortable and safe the moment I met her. Pascale was an amazing person and I could already tell that her and I would have a good relationship.

Time seemed to fly by when I was with the Leclerc family, and before we knew it Charles Ferrari pulled into the driveway.

Seconds later Charles walked into the house carrying two bouquets of flowers in his hands as Arthur carried in the two boxes of pizza.

"For the two beautiful women in my life," Charles said as he walked over towards both Pascale and me.

I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my lips as I watched Charles walk into the house carrying the most beautiful bouquet of flowers I had ever seen in my life... flowers are not cheap and they mist have cost a fortune.

Pascale quickly walked up to Charle and grabbed the flowers, saying a quick thank you as she followed Arthur into the kitchen to set the table for dinner.

"For you," murmured Charles as he walked closer to where I was now standing. Holding the bouquet in one hand and pulled me close with the other.

"Thanks Babe," I said shocked that Charles had bought me some flowers.

"Anything for you mon Cheri," Charles said as he leaned down and kissed my lips softly.

I melted into his kiss as fireworks once again went off in my body, it felt like time had stopped and that there was no one but be and Charles.

"Uh hum," Arthur said clearing his throat trying to get both Charles and my attention. "Im sorry to interrupt your love fest but dinner is on the table." Arthur added as he teased his brother.

Pulling away from the kiss I could help by laugh at the look on Charles face, he was very annoyed that Arthur interrupted his kiss with you.

"Don't worry Elle, we will get him back one day... he just needs to find a girlfriend that will tolerate him," teased Charles as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the kitchen.

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violetwitch12087 · 1 year

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Hii!! First of all, i love reading ur fics & all of them are reallyy good ones :) if u don't mind, i'd like to request a cute fluff fic that make my heart goes boom boom💞 about charles (safelight) & reader being the most adorable couple & reader decided to ask charles to take bath together w them & they had fun, teasing & taking care of each other, being playful, lovey-dovey etc & they ended the day by cuddling together :) hope it's not too much for u but i really need to read one since he's so underrated plus not many write about him :( ik u would nail this one i trust u hehe love u thanks again xxx ❤

Of course i can! This idea is the cutest thing ever i love charles hes such a gentleman and a sweetheart i hope you like it 🫶 also it sucks sooooo im sorry and i love u too mwah❤️‍🩹

You want to take a bath with your boyfriend and he agrees but since you guys are so cute charles is clingy and you love him with your whole heart and think hes adorable

Bath? (Charles safelight)

I walk to my room since my boyfriend charles is at my house i start to open the door revealing more of charles on my bed messing with his camera i smile and close the door going over to him "what ya doin" i ask setting the glass of water i went to get down on my night stand "just cleaning the lenses a bit" he says and i nod going to lay next to him while he fixes his camera a sigh escapes my mouth as i lay on my back onto the bed "you okay?" He asks and i nod a bit looking up at his pretty eyes "just a stressful day" i say and he nods understandingly if theres one thing i love about charles is hes so understanding i dont even think weve ever had a argument

"what do you want to do to calm down?" He asks moving a piece of hair off my face "well, if you want thats only if you want me and you could take a bath together? Its fine if you dont want to weve just never done it and i mean were always comfortable around each other but its up to you baby" i say and he thinks for a moment almost like hes been waiting for this or something (prob was)

"okay yeah sure" he says and i look up at him surprised "okay ill start the water" i say walking into my restroom making the water pretty warm and wait till the tub fills up i even put some soap so itll have a lot of bubbles i sit and admire charles while i wait for the water to rise

Charles finishes cleaning the lenses and puts everything back together before turning to me "ready?" He asks and i nod we stand up and go to the restroom i start to take my clothes off putting them in a pile on the floor before i start to get into the water the warm water relaxing my muscles charles gets in as well my back against his chest as he holds me close to him my hands rubbing his arms softly and i lay my head back against him sighing contently

My hands rub his arms softly my body relaxing into him as i take deep breaths listening to charles breathing as well "you make me so happy" i say softly and he lifts his head up and looks at me "you make me happy too" he says a small smile appearing on my face and he leans down kissing me gently i love his lips against mine so much

"we should've done this earlier" i say "100%" he says in agreement before we sit in comfortable silence with each other i look up at him my hand reaching up to touch his face gently with my finger tips and i lay a soft kiss against his cheek (cheek kisses and neck kisses make him fold 100%) and i pull away looking at him long enough to see a blush fall across his cheeks "your so adorable" i say smiling a bit to myself but it only makes him more flustered he lays his head against my shoulder "stop im gonna keep blushing" he kinda whines making me laugh softly "its okay baby" i say kissing his head softly and his arms tighten around me

His hand draws shapes against my shoulder with soap as my eyes are closed breathing deeply my head resting against charles chest charles puts his face in the crook of my neck laying soft kisses against the skin making me laugh and squeal a bit after a while of being in the water the temperature starts to go down so we take that as a sign to get out

Charles wraps a towel around my shoulders and i do the same to him we walk to my room and change into clean clothes we lay in my bed close to one another with my tv playing faintly in the background charles scoots closer to me and i open my arms letting him wrap his arms around me and lays his head on my chest my arms wrapped around him lazily my hand playing with his hair gently fixing his messy hair

He lifts his head up and lays soft kisses against my lips which i return holding his face close to mine giving him extra kisses in which he smiles trying to move away but i roll on top of him and keep giving him kisses making him eventually laugh trying to pry me off of himself and i finally let go after giving him one last firm kiss and he goes back on top of me laying his head on my chest the same position as before my hands soothingly rubbing his back and his head a bit

"i love you charles" i say softly my fingers still gliding through his soft fluffy hair "i love you more y/n" he says making me smile softly "im so glad i met you that day at the truck stop you helped me through so much" i say softly "thats all you babe" he says softly nuzzling his head against my chest "you tired?" I ask and he nods against me "go to bed baby im right here" i say switching hands that glide through his hair so i can play with his hair and rub his back softly

He closes his eyes and i watch as his body becomes more relaxed and his breath calms down i kiss his head softly and close my eyes as well charles weight like comfort as i drift to sleep with charles in my arms...

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Awe i love this idea so much this is so cute charles is underrated yes sorry i took a while i went a whole bunch of places today haha my friend might come over im excited anyways i love you like so much *mwah mwah mwah* bye bye my love

#evan peters #charles safelight #safelight #charles #charles x reader #charles x y/n #charles fanfic #charles imagine #angel

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nannbs · 6 months

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→user170✓| estoy viendo que Valentine hizo público su insta

usuario1| lo sorprendente es que es hermosa

miamorleclerc16| alguien se comió lo que me pertenecía 😭😭😭

vanne17| su user es @valentblossom

dann| quien es valentblossom??

vanne17| es la ex de leclerc

valentblossom

le gusta a arthurleclerc, isahernaez, francisca.cgomes y a 6,910 más...

valentblossom| agente en cubierto 😵‍💫

17 de enero de 2022

comentarios...

useroa72| ¿Desde 2022? 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

usuario1| eres una belleza, afortunado Leclerc

miamorleclerc16| bueno, ahora entiendo lo bella que es y porque se comió lo mío 😶‍🌫️

charles_leclerc✓| te amo 🩷

valentblossom | yo más mi vida 😍

arthurleclerc ✓| de locos, pero los amo ❤️

francisca.cgomes✓| mi bb favorita 😍

valentblossom| te amo mi amor 😍

valentblossom

le gusta a charles_leclerc y a 9,710 más...

valentblossom| me entretuve en tres cosas este fin de semana 😍

1 de diciembre del 2021

comentarios...

isahernaez ✓| te extrañe este fin 😭

valentblossom| yo más bb

charles_leclerc✓| belleza 🫶🏼

valentblossom| tamm

valentblossom

Le gusta a arthurleclerc, isahernaez, y a 6,910 más...

valentblossom| feliz vida, mi vida. ❤️

16 de octubre de 2020

comentarios...

username20| weeeey la descripción del post

usuario1| 😭😭😭😭

manera17| son tan lindos

isahernaez ✓| nieveee. Lindos ❤️

charles_leclerc✓| te quiero demasiado amor ❤️

valentblossom| mi cumpleañero ❤️

valentblossom

Le gusta a carlossainz55, anasainzvdec, y a 7,020 más....

valentblossom|...y en la última foto podemos apreciar al piloto Charles Leclerc haciendo un berrinche porque le dije que no lo besaría porque estaba demasiado sudado.

PS:al final no fue uno fueron varios besos, solo lo decía para molestar.

10 de octubre de 2020

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fansbloss| me encantaban 😭🫶🏼

miamorleclerc16| quien le negaría un beso a ese hermosote??????

jazzy12| apenas los veo y me entero que terminaron al inicio del 2023 😭

charles_leclerc✓| me sentí triste 😭

valentblossom| lo lamento mi amor 😩

valentblossom

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valentblossom| en el paddock 🩵🩵🏁

@ carlossainz55, tu número se cola un poco

12 de julio del 2022

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charles_leclerc✓| mi bella niña 🩵

charles_leclerc✓| hermosa

charles_leclerc✓| deja al bobo de tu novio y vente conmigo 😍😍😍

charles_leclerc✓| 😍🔥💯👻💥💦🫦👰🫄

valentblossom| te reportare como spam

carlossainz55 ✓| HEHE es cierto, el mejor número

valentblossom| maybe no

arthurleclerc ✓| lo que no ven es que te caiste segundos después 😂😂

valentblossom| y tampoco se ve cuando Pascale te regaña por no ayudarme 😂😂😂

arthurleclerc ✓| 🙄😒

Twitter

→charlesleclerc

Valentine y yo ya no estamos juntos, terminamos aproximadamente ha inicios de este año. Este comunicado es para informar a la gente que a valentine le han hackeado su Instagram antiguo.

El usuario que usa desde finales del 2022 es @valentineblossom, ahí pueden ver

→valentine Blossom 🍒

Mi relación acabo a principios de enero, por lo que las fotos que circulan de mi antiguo Instagram es porque ha sido hackeado. Me disculpe personalmente en privado con Leclerc, pero ahora lo hago públicamente.

→ronnie 🏁

Chica, eran una hermosa pareja 😍

→user165511133

Me gustaría que volvieran

→arthurmipololo

Que hermosa pareja eran 😭😭😭😭

→carlosycharles

Vean su nuevo Instagram y denle follow es hermosa

#charles leclerc #charles x reader #f1 x reader #charles imagine

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csainzoperator · 30 days

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f1 drivers and their reaction to "she's busy" ☆

summary: f1 drivers reacting to "she's busy bro"

warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of cheating, slightly suggestive, comedic threatening, nicknames (baby, babe, love) idk if there are any other???

charles, carlos, lewis, george, max

oscar, lando, alex, logan, daniel

an: tbf, if i dont get bf responses like this, im dying single. AND IF UR BF AINT RESPONDING LIKE THIS, LEAVE HIS ASS GIRL 🤞🏼

lemme know if u liked it 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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maxtermind · 25 days

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when f1 drivers dirty text you

(and you pretend your dad answers)

★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri

★ : genre :: crack

★ : a/n :: promise I'm working on getting the requests done, exams just have me busyyyy!

©maxtermind // do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms.

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norrisleclercf1 · 5 months

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Request of dad driver

Reader goes out with the girls and when she comes back finds charles all bussy playing with the legos (yk once he said if he weren't a driver will be an architect) while their child is already sleeping

A/N: I don't blame Charles because Legos are my comfort and bring me peace of mind honestly

Walking into the livingroom you arch an eyebrow at all the legos at your feet.

"Char?" His head snaps up from the Legos as your twin boys giggle at their father's expression. "Ooo, Papa in trouble." Your eldest twin, Adrien snickers as his brother, Xavier smiles to himself. "Um, I know you said no more Legos, but Xavi got high marks in his classes and Adri won his first kart race." Charles tries to reason.

Stepping over the Legos you make sure to stop and kiss each of your babies cheeks before making your way to Charles. "Just, make sure it's cleaned up." You sigh, Charles groaning as he stands and checks you out. "Sure, you can't stay, and we can, I don't know, baby 3?" He whispers, and you purse your lips.

"Nope," You boop his nose which has him sighing and kissing you gently. "Alright, get going before the girls kill me." Charles pats your butt gently and leads you to the front door. "Make sure it's cleaned up." You point, meaning it.

"Yes, Mama!" The boys cry from the room and Charles nods sending you off.

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It was late into the night when you get home, Charles having sent you pictures of the boys tucked in your bed and fast asleep. Coming in you stop, hearing the soft rummage in your living room.

You tug off your high heels and stop, seeing Charles build a lego set. "Charlie?" He jumps, shocked to see you standing there. "Um, hi." Charles looks sheepish as if he was caught doing something.

"What are you building?" Moving you sit down next to him and curl into his side, which he welcomes happily. "One of the adult lego sets, it's a Peugeot Le Mans Hypercar." He explains flipping the page. Moving you get comfortable putting your legs in his lap as his thumb strokes the exposed skin.

"The boys?" "Fast asleep, have been for a while. I got them their own sets and they finished those, kinda bought my own. I like the cars and the architecture ones." He mumbles, and you smile glad he's got another thing to do with the boys. Karting with Adri and piano with Xavi you were glad the 3 of them could do it all togehter.

"Well, don't stop on my account." You whisper, this reminding you of when you two were much younger and before the kids and marriage. You were glad to have these small moments with him.

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lightsoutletsgo · 1 month

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bear hugs — cl.16

pairing: charles leclerc x bearman!reader | ollie bearman x oldersister!reader

word count: 10k

warnings: mentions of food, specific clothing/outfits detailed but no specific body descriptions used, tooth rotting fluff, charles and reader being awkward and cheesy, lots of giggling, charles and y/n are just two shy babies who kiss softly, pretty emotional scene where y/n and ollie are the cutest siblings taglist: @iamapersonwholikesunicorns @arieslost @weekendlusting

You groaned as your peaceful sleep was disturbed, but by what exactly you weren’t sure. You rolled over, eyes slowly blinking at the way the morning light was pouring through the curtains. Oh. Your phone was ringing. You stretched out an arm to grab your phone from where it had been charging on the bedside table all night. Just who was calling and waking you up? You winced as your phone screen shone far too brightly for your poor eyes. Reading the caller ID you huffed and threw your phone onto the bed next to you, before throwing an arm over your eyes to go back to sleep. Sometimes your brother could be so annoying.

Your phone stopped ringing and in the silence you felt yourself gently slipping back into sleep. Until the ringing started again, growling you felt around for your phone before answering with a short tone, “What Ols? I was asleeeeep…” You whined, “Turn your camera on!” Ollie practically yelled at you. You shut your eyes with a groan, doing as he asked, “Ollie stop shouting-” “Ferrari called.” You stopped at his interruption and sat up suddenly, wide awake as you stared at your little brother, “W-wha…?” “I’m driving for them. This weekend. Carlos is sick and so I’m standing in for him.” Ollie stared at you, practically vibrating on the spot with how excited he was.

“What the fuck Ollie?!” You gaped at your phone, tears already welling up in your eyes, “Are you serious?” Your brother’s laugh rang through the speaker and you watched as he nodded on screen, “Yeah I just got the call!” “Ols this is insane…” Your voice trailed off as he beamed at you, “I’m shaking to be honest… is that weird? I feel like that’s weird-” “Uh you just got a call from Ferrari that you’re driving in F1 this weekend, I think it’s pretty normal all things considered.” You reasoned, he released a shaky exhale, “You’ll come and watch from the garage with Dad right?” “Obviously, dumbass.” He stuck his tongue out childishly as you checked the time, “I guess we’ll be there in like an hour?” You paused for a moment, “Hey Ollie?” “Hmm?” You smiled at the way his excitement was so visible, “I’m really proud of you, you know that right?” “I love you.” Was all he said in reply, “Love you too stinky, now go eat some breakfast! I’ll be there soon.” You clicked ‘end call’ and sat on your hotel bed in silence. What an insane weekend. You didn’t think you could get any prouder of him after his amazing performance in F2 and gaining that all important P1 position and yet here you were about to dress in Ferrari red and watch your brother race one of the most famous F1 circuits in the world for one of the top teams.

You fell back against the pillows with a squeal, kicking your legs and giggling in excitement. You grabbed your phone and texted your Dad,

Jumping out of bed you quickly showered before thanking whatever higher power was out there that you’d packed some cute red clothing options this time round including your vintage Ferrari jacket. You grabbed a pair of your favourite jeans and a plain white t-shirt before quickly showering and fixing your hair. After getting dressed and finishing your routine you made sure to grab your bag and you were off to the track.

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You were used to being in the garages for the F2 races, you’d been to more than your fair share of them to support Ollie, but this was another level. The amount of people; mechanics, PR, sponsors, supporters, engineers, photographers. Your ears were already ringing and you hadn’t even heard the cars yet. A shout of your name grabbed your attention and you turned in the garage to see your brother hurtling towards you, “Y/N!!” You were practically winded as he hugged you tightly, “I’m so glad you’re here!” “Hey stinky.” You wrapped your arms around him, “Oooooo bear hug!” You joked. Ever since you could remember it had been a running joke in your family to call every hug a bear hug, after your last name. You often joked that no one could give hugs like the Bearman family, and only you and your family members could give a certified ‘bear hug’. “How you feeling?” Ollie stood back up straight, fixing his cap, “Excited!” “Good.” He nodded at your jacket, “Bet you’re glad you brought that now!” You laughed, “Maybe I subconsciously knew…” A cough from behind you made you spin round and you gasped as a man stood right behind you, “May I please get past you? Thank you.” You felt him skim past your back and your knees practically melted at the slight accent and lilt in his voice, your eyes followed him as he walked to the other side of the garage to talk to some of the mechanics. Ollie gave a snort from beside you, “Hellooooo? Earth to Y/N!” His hand waved in front of your face and you slapped it away, looking at him with wide eyes, “Ollie. That was Charles Leclerc. The Charles Leclerc just spoke to me.”

Charles exhaled almost nervously as he walked past you. He had no clue who you were but he wanted to find out. You’d immediately caught his eye as soon as he’d walked into the garage and now he was hooked. He turned back subtly to look at you and felt his stomach sink as he watched you laugh with Ollie. Of course a pretty girl like you would already be taken. In your Ferrari jacket his mind started racing with thoughts of how you’d look with his number on your back or on your cap. Wait what? He didn’t even know you and he was fantasising about you. Clearly you were someone important to his new junior teammate and he needed to focus on the task at hand.

“You know you’re drooling,” Your brother joked and you hissed at him, punching his shoulder, barely taking your eyes off of Charles. Ollie rolled his eyes, “In my excitement I forgot about your little crush-,” A slap to his stomach had him doubling over and shutting up as you glared at him. “It’s not a crush!” You defended, “I just… respect him as a driver.” He scoffed, “Yeah right. Well when you’re done fangirling, I need your help.” You shook your head to clear your daydreams and turned to him, “What do you need?”

Your brother beckoned you to follow him back through the garage. Weaving between people and winding your way through the halls, he opened the door of his driver’s room and sank down onto the small couch that had been placed there. You watched as for a second his excited demeanour dropped, a hint of nervousness peeking through. He fumbled with his hands, cracking and clicking his knuckles, thumb absentmindedly scratching over the back of his hand. You sat down next to him and said nothing, just let your hand fall on top of his and give a gentle squeeze, “You’ll be fine.” With that one sentence you simply sat in silence. Ollie’s head dropped to your shoulder and you rested your head on his, understanding he just needed you there. All day he’d acted like he wasn’t nervous. He’d remained cool as a cucumber in front of the cameras and media, he’d sat through interview after interview, he’d met far too many people to remember who they actually all were, he was doing his best to get to grips with a new car after just one practice session and he had still not shown any signs of nervousness where the public or potential F1 employers could see. But you knew. Here in this room he wasn’t Ollie Bearman, F1 rookie or Ferrari's weekend hero, he was just your little brother and you’d give him that safe space as long as he needed.

You weren’t sure how long had passed just sitting on the couch but the hubbub and buzz of noise outside seemed to have increased even though it was muffled by the thin walls of the driver’s room. Ollie had since shifted to half-lie on the couch and you could see he’d fallen asleep, dozing before he needed to get in the car and focus for qualifying. You knew it was your brother’s way of getting the track ingrained in his head, so you wouldn’t disturb him yet. A knock pulled you from your reverie and you were quick to head to the door so they wouldn’t knock again and wake Ollie up. You opened the door a crack and poked your head out, “Yes? Oh-” You blinked up and saw two green eyes staring back at yours, “Hi? I thought Ollie would be in here?” You heard your brother groan on the couch behind you clearly disturbed by the talking and so you quickly exited the room, making sure to quietly close the door behind you. “He is! He’s just taking a nap!” You explained with what you hoped was a friendly and not-too-creepy smile. Charles nodded in understanding, “I bet it’s been a pretty intense weekend.” You gave a small laugh, nodding, “Yeah it has been for all of us!” Charles found himself getting a little flustered at your smile. When he’d knocked the door he hadn’t expected the pretty girl he’d seen earlier to answer. It had taken him a few seconds to psych himself up to even ask you if he could pass earlier and now here he was face-to-face with you in his teammate’s room doorway. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this chance but he would not let it go to waste!

“How are you finding it so far?” His heart skipped a beat as your face lit up, “It’s incredible! Definitely a step up from F2.” Ah so you’d been supporting Ollie for a long time. A best friend? Maybe a girlfriend? High school sweethearts? “So not your first time at a race then?” Charles asked curiously, “Definitely not! I don’t think I’ve ever missed one of Ol’s races since he got into F2.” Charles groaned internally, clearly you were off limits, but did his best to look interested. You gave a giggle at the impressed face Charles made, “That’s certainly dedication!” You nodded, “Of course!” “It’s good you get to be here for his first F1 weekend then. You seem like a very important person to him…” Charles gave a subtle dig for information and you were none the wiser to his motives, “Well he’s my little brother so of course I would be!” Charles froze, Ollie was your what? You were his sister? Charles wasn’t sure if that thought made him more nervous or more relieved. “You’re Ollie’s sister?” He asked incredulously, “Yes…” You replied hesitantly, unsure why his reaction was so serious. Charles felt himself exhaling in relief before he looked at your face, an eyebrow raised and your arms crossed, “Is that so unbelievable? I mean I know we don't look as alike as other siblings but...” He shook his head,

“No, no!” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and looked away, not wanting to see your reaction to his next statement, “I just uhhh, I thought you might have been a girlfriend or something…” You couldn’t help the way the laughter tipped out of you, “Ew! No way!” You held a hand out to Charles, “Hi, I’m Y/N Bearman.” You emphasised your surname and Charles felt a grin stretching across his face that matched your own, “Charles.” You sighed internally at the sight of his dimples popping out and resisted the urge to poke them. “I actually noticed you earlier and I thought you were far too pretty to be any regular garage guest.” You giggled at his bold flirting, “Well I’m glad that you noticed me back then… There was no way someone as good looking as you can walk around without grabbing attention… Especially in the red suit…” With a wink, Charles found himself speechless, not something that was a common occurrence, especially when it came to flirting and talking to women, but he loved it. “So now we’ve cleared up that little mishap, could I maybe get your num–”

The door to the room behind you opening caught your attention and both you and Charles watched as Ollie appeared, stretching and inhaling deeply, “Oh there you are.” Charles felt his stomach flip with anxiety, hoping Ollie hadn’t heard him flirting with you. That would not look good for him or help his teammate's mental state. But damn, if he wasn’t more than a little disappointed… You seemed to have recovered quite well though, brushing off the previous conversation easily, “Good morning sunshine, sleep well?” “Mhmm,” Ollie leaned against you and nodded, “I needed that.” “We all need a pre-race nap sometimes,” Hearing Charles' voice caused Ollie to wake up fully, standing upright as he acknowledged the older driver.

“You’ll be fine mate.” Charles placed a hand on Ollie’s shoulder and squeezed, “I actually came to find you, thought I could talk you through how to handle some of the corners with the steering?” Ollie gave him a look of appreciation and together they headed back towards the garage. You felt yourself melt that Charles was doing his best to help your little brother and you watched with a dopey grin on your face as the two of them made their way down the hallway, “I’m gonna go find dad!” Ollie waved at you to signal he’d heard you before he was gone.

You took a moment, going back into the room and closing the door behind you. Holy shit you’d just had an entire conversation with Charles Leclerc, he had called you pretty and was he about to ask for your number? You huffed and rolled your eyes. Your brother had the shittiest timing sometimes.

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With big red headphones on, you anxiously watched the screen. Your hands were clasped in front of you and you nervously brought them up to your face, almost not wanting to watch just in case anything went wrong. You got nervous watching Ollie every time he raced, but this weekend the stakes were higher and your nerves were more frazzled. Q1 had gone well but now the pressure was on. Pace was being set and each car seemed to be lapping faster and faster. You turned to look at your Dad who didn’t look any better than you. You reached across and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. He smiled at you before you both turned your attention back to the big screens at the back of the garage. As your brother set out on his flying lap you found yourself yelling encouragement along with the mechanics and engineers in the garage, despite the fact he couldn’t hear you. “Come on Ollie!” You looked at the times up on the board already and willed your brother to get even a tenth of a second off their times.

You couldn’t have cared less about his time though as long as he made it back safely. You watched your brother’s car fly across the finish line and you waited with bated breath for the confirmation of his time to come through. You felt your dad’s hand squeeze yours before you were both cursing under your breath, 0.036 seconds. That’s all there was in it. You felt your Dad wrap you up in a hug, exhaling in relief that your brother had made it through qualifying safely.

You knew he’d be beating himself up when he came back to the garage and you took the bright Ferrari red headphones off your head, “Dad, I’m gonna go and wait for him,” Your dad nodded, already in conversation with some of the Ferrari engineers about how they could make race day easier for Ollie. You headed to his room, wanting to be there when he got back and you’d barely taken a seat before the door swung open and in came a slightly tense looking Ollie. “I know you’re going to tell me I did a good job and I appreciate that but I’m almost more frustrated that it was so close.” He sighed and you rubbed his shoulder comfortingly as he took a seat next to you, “I’m proud of you Ols.” He smiled gratefully as the door was pushed open an inch, “Uh… hello?” “Charles?” You were confused as the Monegasque man’s head poked round the door and he nodded at Ollie, “Solid drive mate!” Ollie grumbled next to you and you whacked his thigh, “Ow!” He huffed at you, and you glared at him as you tilted your head in Charles direction, “Sorry, thank you Charles.” Charles gave a laugh, “It’s okay, it happens to the best of us.” Another knock sounded through the room and one of Ollie’s engineers called for him to go and discuss some seat adjustments for the race. You stood up as he went to leave, “Hey! If you think I’m not giving you a bear hug after all that, you’re very much mistaken.” Ollie laughed and turned back round, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you wrapped yours around his waist, squeezing slightly and hoping he could feel just how proud you were, “Love you stinky.” “Love you too dummy” He pulled away and left the room, closing the door behind him,

“Bear hug?” You looked at Charles who stood there with a slight smile across his face and a raised eyebrow, “Mhmm! They’re very special and you actually can’t give them without the necessary qualifications.” “Ah.” Charles said seriously, “And what qualifications are those?” You giggled, “The Bearman surname!” Charles felt a laugh rumble up from deep in his chest at your giggle. God you were spellbinding. “Your brother did an amazing job today.” You smiled in appreciation, speaking genuinely,

“Thank you.” “What are you up to this evening then?” “Oh uhhh… well I’ve been watching a new series recently so probably just watching a couple of episodes and maybe ordering room service…” You facepalmed internally at how boring you were making yourself sound to an F1 driver, “Sorry that probably sounds kinda sad huh?” Charles shook his head and waved his hands to emphasise himself, “No, no! It actually sounds… pretty nice…” For the briefest moment you considered how to reply before your mouth was opening and you couldn’t stop yourself, “You’re welcome to join me if you want?” you froze. Oh fuck. Had you just invited Charles Leclerc to binge watch Netflix with you and eat off the room service menu while you wore sweatpants and a crusty old t-shirt? “You don’t have to-” “I would love to-” “Oh.” You nervously giggled at each other before your eyes dropped to the floor, too shy to keep looking at him. “I would love to join you… if that’s okay?” You nodded enthusiastically, "Of course!” “Give me your number and I’ll text you when I’m on my way?" He held his phone out to you and you nodded, typing your number in and handing it back to him, “Great! You guys are staying at the same hotel as us tonight right?” You made a noise of confirmation, “Mhmm, they moved us for the weekend. I-I’m in room 604” You could have sworn Charles blushed as you said your room number.

You were so flustered that it appeared your brain wasn’t working correctly, your tongue getting tied as you tried to continue the conversation, “Uh, you don’t need to bring anything, clothing is optional.” “Excuse me?!” Charles froze as he stared at you. Did you just tell him that clothing was optional? He didn’t think you were that bold, or that you had an angle. His mind drifted to the thought of you opening the door naked for the quickest second before you realised you mistake and pulled him out of his thoughts, “Fuck no! I meant comfy clothing is optional! Like you can wear whatever, like sweatpants or even pyjamas if you wanted to, or-or-or if you really wanted you uhhh you could wear no clothes I guess but- wait no this isn’t me trying to get you naked I promise!” You finished your ramble panicking just as a loud laugh burst out of Charles. Your head dropped into your hands and you whined in embarrassment as Charles' hands found his knees, unable to stand up straight at how hard he was laughing. “Fuck you’re cute.” You inhaled sharply, eyes shooting down to the floor and biting your lip softly through a smile, “Oh?” “Mhmm” You felt your cheeks heat up as it sunk in that he’d called you cute, after you’d embarrassed yourself no less! “Anyway…” Charles attempted to move the conversation forward, desperate to make you gasp again like you had a moment ago, “I’ll be there later,” He moved towards the door, leaning in as he did so “I hope clothing is optional for you too.” And with a brush of his shoulder against yours he was gone. Noise from the hallway and nearby garages poured in through the open door and you didn’t move until Ollie came back, “What happened to you?” “N-nothing! Just talked with Charles a bit.” Ollie wiggled his eyebrows and you scoffed giving him a shove, “Come on, I’m done so we’re gonna go back to the hotel! I need sleep.”

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You rushed around your hotel room, ensuring any stray socks or underwear were tucked away in your case and any possible embarrassing items were safely hidden out of sight. Thankfully you'd found a slightly less crusty and slightly less old t-shirt in your suitcase and you'd thrown that on over over some shorts that were a considerably more socially acceptable choice than your tattered travel sweatpants.

Your eyes swept around the room and gave one final check. Charles had texted five minutes ago to say that he was on his way up and so you knew there would be a knock at the door any second. Grabbing some extra pillows from the closet, you placed them on the bed and pulled up Netflix just in time for the door to sound. “Coming!” You raced over to the door before stopping, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, checking your appearance one last time in the mirror. You opened the door, “Do you have a spare toothbrush?” “Ollie?!” “Yes…? It’s me? Your brother?” Ollie looked at you suspiciously as you stuck your head out of the door and looked up and down the corridor, “Are you expecting someone?” You choked on air, “Me?! Expecting someone? Pfft, no!” Though you had been thanking those higher powers earlier in the day, you now cursed them out as at the end of the corridor the elevator dinged, both yours and Ollie’s heads snapped to look as the doors opened and there stood Charles. Ollie looked at you and gave a laugh, “Not expecting anyone, hmm?” Your eyes widened. “He’s not here for me!” Ollie crossed his arms and looked at you expectantly, “Oh no?” You felt your heart race as Charles came down the corridor. You sighed and looked at Ollie, trying to sense how he felt about it, “If it makes you mad or upset or uncomfortable then no, he's not here for me.”

Charles approached the two of you and slowed his pace, sensing a conversation was happening that he didn’t need to hear, but still he couldn’t deny that he was curious. It was obvious you were talking about him. Ollie’s arms dropped to grab your shoulders, “Y/N, you’ve already given up an insane amount for me to be able to pursue this… Why would I ever be mad about you wanting a fun date night?” You pursed your lips, “It’s not a date.” Ollie’s facial expression dead panned, “Yuh huh, okay, and I’m gonna win the race tomorrow.” You flicked his forehead and heard Charles stifle a laugh to the side. “Just wait here, I’ll get you the toothbrush.” You grumbled going back into the hotel room. Charles coughed nervously as he stood in front of Ollie. Though he was younger than Charles, he was taller and Charles found the way he was staring at him ever so slightly intimidating. “Don’t keep her up late, don’t do anything to upset her and if you make her cry I’ll turn you into the wall tomorrow.” Ollie glared at him and Charles chuckled nervously, “Noted. I would never want to make her cry,” Ollie watched as Charles stared after you with a dopey smile, “I do wanna make her smile though, her smile is pretty.” Ollie coughed a laugh into his hand, Charles was seemingly already down bad and he knew you were too. “Can I ask a question?” Ollie nodded, “Shoot.” “What did you mean by she’s given up a lot for you?” Ollie sighed, shuffling his feet almost uncomfortably. “Dad couldn’t travel with me because of work, Mum couldn’t leave our other siblings at home because they were too young so it was Y/N that moved around with me and travelled with me.” Charles nodded, encouraging Ollie to continue, “She didn’t go on dates or go out clubbing with friends or get a boyfriend because she left it all behind for me. She even decided to not go to uni... She says she doesn’t mind but…” He trailed off, “You still feel bad?” Charles finished for him. Ollie shrugged, “Wouldn’t you? She says she got to travel more than anyone else her age and got to experience tons of stuff while seeing the world so I guess to her it doesn’t matter as much.” Charles hummed, starting to understand just how close you and Ollie were. “You know when Arthur got sick last year it was Y/N that took care of him and drove him to the hospital?” Charles head whipped up to look at Ollie, “That was Y/N?” “Yep. She drove him to the hospital and stayed with him all night, then brought him back home the next day. She made him soup and helped him take all his medicine on time and stuff.” Charles found his heart growing even warmer. He’d remembered how panicked both he and his mother had been when they learned the youngest Leclerc was extremely unwell, until his mother had received a call to say someone was looking after him - now he knew it was you! Ollie smiled to himself, glad that in some roundabout way he was now able to do something for you. It was clear you and Charles were already both smitten with each other. “Got it!” You reappeared at the door and flourished the toothbrush under his nose. “Thank you!” “Mhmm! What were you guys talking about?” “Race strategies-” “The room service menu-” Your eyes narrowed slightly as they gave different answers at the same time and you looked between them, “O…kay…? Cool… Well, you need to relax.” You gave Ollie a look and he saluted, turning round and heading back to his room a few doors down, “Yes coach!” You shook your head before turning to Charles and opening the door wider, “You coming in?”

He smiled and made his way into your room, noting how you’d added a few little touches here and there to make it feel like home even though you were thousands of miles away, “Cute pictures,” Charles wandered over to the vanity where you had put up some small pictures of your family and friends at home, pictures of you and Ollie at various tourist spots round the world and a few family pets. “It makes the distance a little less… distance-y.” “I get it.” “Soooo uhhh…” You stood in the middle of the room and nervously kicked your foot into the floor, “I see we both decided to wear clothes.” Charles smirked and you couldn’t help the chuckle that burst out, “Indeed we did.” “I can’t pretend I’m not slightly disappointed…” He gave you his best attempt at a wink and you hid a smile behind your hand, “I’m still working on it…” He huffed. As he stood there pouting you took in the sight of him in front of you. Dressed in soft grey sweatpants and a white sweatshirt he looked like the epitome of cosy soft boyfriend vibes. “Are you hungry?” Charles took the lead and you were internally thankful for that. “Kind of? We could have a look and see what takes our fancy? Although I’m pretty sure that the majority of the items listed are not approved by your PT…” Charles waved you off, “We all break our diets more regularly than you’d except.” “Tell me about it… I keep having to remind Ollie that chicken nuggets are not nutritious and healthy all the time.” Charles tipped his head back and let out a laugh and you found yourself unable to stop giggling along with him. The laughter eased the remaining tension and you settled onto the bed, patting the spot next to you to encourage him to sit.

The two of you sat on the bed, perusing the menu and selecting what you wanted before he called down to order it. While you waited you talked about anything and everything. The race tomorrow, how warm it was in Jeddah, your favourite places you’d travelled to, musicians you listened to regularly. You found yourself falling into conversation with him so easily, it was difficult to remember that you’d only known each other for a few hours. When the food arrived Charles was firm in getting you to stay sat down while he answered the door, determined to treat you like a princess.

“Charles, I can walk to the door!” You giggled, “Non! You will wait here and I will go.” He bowed before he walked to the door and you rolled your eyes, a smile plastered across your face. “Here you are, madame, your food.” “Why thank you kind sir.” Taking the plate from him you fluffed up the pillow behind you, clicking on your laptop to reload Netflix. “What do you feel like watching? Drive to Survive?” You asked, doing your best to hold in your laughter when Charles’ head shot up, looking ever so slightly traumatised, “Absolutely not!” You fell into laughter as he climbed onto the bed next to you, “How about a Studio Ghibli movie?” he nodded, taking a bite of his food, “The music is beautiful! I think you’d really like it!” “Let’s do it!” You nodded, clicking on Howl’s Moving Castle and loading it up.

The two of you watched the movie in silence for a while and you watched as Charles’ fingers tapped along in time with the rhythm of the music. You felt yourself getting swept up in the story, not even noticing Charles’ eyes on you. “I love this part!” You sat up a little and Charles followed suit, subtly moving his arm to rest behind you. You glanced around to see his hand almost over your shoulder and you felt your cheeks heat up quickly. “S-sorry!” He went to move, “N-no, it’s okay…” You looked at him and moved a little closer until your thigh was touching his and his arm was fully around you. Charles smiled down at you as you settled back down and got comfy. God he could get used to this… He daydreamed for a second about getting to do this with you after every race weekend. For the rest of the film, you stayed firmly in Charles embrace, even daring to place one of your hands in his as the characters on screen also held hands. Soft smiles and shy glances were all you exchanged occasionally. You did your absolute best to fight the wave of sleepiness threatening to overtake you but with the heat from Charles’ body and the cosy bed and the soft music of the film, you couldn’t help the way your eyes slipped shut. Your head dropped to rest between his shoulder and chest as the credits rolled and Charles looked down as best he could to see you asleep. He smiled to himself, refusing to move even when his shoulder started to cramp up. He looked at the clock on the wall across the room and realised he had better sleep. After all, he still had a race to drive. He slowly shuffled, careful to support your head as he laid you down on the pillow. You sighed in your sleep and shuffled closer to him, seeking out the warmth he provided. Charles found himself facing an internal battle. Did he stay and risk you feeling uncomfortable and offended or leave and risk you feeling upset he didn’t stay? As he debated the correct answer, you made the decision for him. Half-awake you tugged on the sleeve of his sweater. “Don’t go… warm…” You whined and he completely melted, sliding onto the bed next to you and lying on his back. You felt his heart race as you cuddled into his side and rested your head on his chest. Charles gently ran his hand up and down your arm soothingly as you dozed on his chest. “Hey Y/N?” He said lowly, “Mhmm?” You blinked sleepily, “Would it be okay if I kissed your forehead amour?” You nodded, “More than okay,” With a contented sigh, you relaxed once more, Charles leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. There was a pause before he leant down to kiss your forehead again, only to find his lips against yours. The two of you pulled apart quickly, you were now wide awake and sat up next to him while he led there in shock, eyes wide. If you weren’t so surprised, you probably would have laughed at the way Charles lips almost seemed stuck in a pout before he raced to sit up and apologise, “Fuck I’m so sorry!” He cried, “You’re sorry? I’m sorry!” Your eyes mirrored his, “I shouldn’t have just leaned down to kiss you again.” “It’s okay Charles really… I…” You went quiet for a moment and he gently reached for your hand, “What is it?” You bit your lip, not daring to look at him. “I-I…” “Take your time amour.” He smiled at you encouragingly as his thumb gently rubbed over the back of your hand, “I kind of liked it…” You whispered, eyes squeezing shut, “Only kind of?” He asked, genuinely, not wanting to scare you. “C-can we try again?” You opened your eyes and felt him gently tilt your chin to look up at him, “You want to try again?” You nodded and Charles shook his head, “Non mon ange, I need to hear you say it. I’m not going to kiss you without you telling me it’s okay-” “Please. Charles. I want you to kiss me… I just might not be very good at it, you see I haven’t really had much practice so please forgive me if its bad…”

Any remaining words died on your tongue as Charles cupped your face with the hand that had been holding your chin and his other arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you a little closer to him. “Just follow my lead ma belle.” Your eyes fluttered closed as his breath swept across your lips. You expected to feel his lips against yours but you were pleasantly surprised at the feeling of his lips kissing your forehead once more. Your eyes stayed shut as he pressed a soft kiss to one cheek, then the other. A quick peck to the nose left your giggling, before he placed a kiss to your jawline that left you breathless, “Please… Charles…” His lips were almost on yours again and you felt them brush yours slightly as he spoke, “Please what mon ange?” “Kiss me.” Any little part of you that had been frustrated by his teasing only moments ago was certainly glad of it now. It made the moment his lips touched yours all that much sweeter. Any nerves melted away as he held you gently.

There was no heavy panting or biting, no licking or sucking. Just his lips caressing yours. Your head spun as he finally pulled away to let you take a breath just for a moment. You chased his lips, not quite ready to let him go yet and he let out a contented hum at the way you pressed your lips to him once more. He swore he fell even harder when you smiled into the kiss. You gasped when he pulled you into his lap and the kiss fell apart as you both dissolved into giggles. Your tummy flipped in the most delightful way as his nose gently rubbed against yours, “Was that okay?” Your hands linked around the back of his head and found the short hair there, gently threading your fingers through and twisting it round. You leaned down to whisper, “My turn…” His eyes closed, blissfully as you traced your own kisses across his face, in awe of the way his long lashes sat on his cheeks. You placed a small kiss on top of the freckle on his cheek and giggled at the way his stubble tickled your nose and lips, he opened his eyes and watched your wiggling your nose, “Tickles.” He placed his hands on your hips and softly rubbed his thumbs just under your shirt. You smiled down at him and nodded, “Words ma belle.” “Yes Charles, you can.” He smiled up at you and pouted to ask for a kiss, “Merci ma belle.” He slid his hands under your shirt to gently hold your hips and feel the soft skin there. You rested your head on his shoulder, enjoying the closeness and the comfort he was providing. “I’m so glad I asked you to come over.” A kiss to your forehead was your answer, “Me too…”

Neither of you moved for a few minutes, just feeling each other breathe. Feeling how your heart rates slowed after racing from the excitement of kissing. You hadn’t even noticed yourself getting sleepy again but Charles had. “Ma belle, I need to go…” You nodded but didn’t move, Charles chuckled, “Ma belle?” “Do you have to?” Charles cooed at how sleepy you sounded, “If I stay here I won’t sleep, I’ll just want to kiss you and hold you all night and I have a race tomorrow.” You conceded and lifted your head but remained in his lap, “That was actually my plan.” Charles head tilted, “Distract the competition so Ollie can sneak through.” Charles head dropped to your collarbone with a laugh, “So sneaky mon ange…” You nodded, climbing off of his lap and taking a seat next to him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stood up but found himself unable to help leaning back down to kiss you just once… twice… three times more. You pushed his chest and smiled, “Go Charles! I’ll see you in the morning.” He let himself out of your room and as soon as the door had closed you were squealing into your pillow, giddy with excitement and stomach full of butterflies.

And if Charles did the same thing when he got back to his room? Well that was his business.

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“Good morning!” “You are far too happy this morning. What happened with Charles? Did you kiiiiiiiiss him?” You glared at Ollie who stood in the door of your hotel room making kissy faces at you. “Whatever happened between me and Charles is between us.” You grabbed your bag and headed towards the elevator at the end of the hallway, Ollie easily falling into step beside you, “So something did happen?” “Maybe! I don’t see how it’s any of your business anyway.” Your brother knocked his shoulder into yours, turning serious, “It’s not. It’s just nice to see you so happy.” You stood in front of the elevator doors and turned to Ollie, “Thanks Ols.” “But also I need to know if I need to crash him into the wall today.” “hUH?!”

When you reached the Ferrari garage, you were excited to support your brother but also excited to see Charles again. You spotted him not long after entering the garage, his back was to you but even seeing the back of his head was enough to send you into a smile that alerted everyone in the near vicinity that you had it bad for the man wearing number 16. One of the mechanics stood with him greeted Ollie and Charles turned round, face breaking into an identical grin at the sight of you in a Ferrari red dress. Your Dad elbowed you, “Is there something going on I need to know about? Spill the tea bestie” He wiggled his eyebrows and you snorted, leaning into him and bumping your head against his shoulder affectionately, “There’s no tea to spill dad, and Ollie, stop teaching Dad phrases you think he needs to know!” Your Dad and Ollie laughed as you made your way over to Charles, “Hi.” “Hi. You look beautiful.” Charles found himself breathless as he took in your full appearance. “Did you get any sleep?” A goofy grin crept across his face, “Filled with dreams of you ma belle, I slept wonderfully. And you?” You nodded, “Something similar I guess…” “You guess?” “Mhmm…” You gasped as you felt his hand slowly grab yours, his fingers interlocking with yours, “Charles! What if someone sees?” “I don’t mind people seeing me holding hands with the prettiest girl at the race today.” You gently tapped his chest and shook your head, “You’re so silly.” You looked across the garage as you heard Ollie’s laugh and Charles’ face turned serious, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze to get your attention, “I actually wanted to say that I totally understand that you’re here for Ollie today. It’s lovely to see you but I’m not going to take you away from supporting your brother when he needs you.” You gave his hand a squeeze back in appreciation, “Thank you Charles. We’ll catch up later though! Good luck, race safe!”

Charles felt his cheek turning as red as his car as you placed a gentle kiss to his cheek before darting across the garage with a giggle. He stared after you with a dumb lovestruck look on his face, one hand coming up to hold his cheek, “Oh my friend, you have it bad, no?” Charles whirled round to see Carlos and some of the engineers staring at him, amused looks on their faces. “I wish they hadn’t let you leave the hospital today.” Carlos laughed, wincing slightly as he did so, “And miss our little Charles in love? No way! This is more entertaining than the race will be.”

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You stood with Ollie in the garage as he waited until the last second to get in the car. “You ready?” He inhaled, “I guess we’ll find out huh? It’s now or never…” You smiled at him, handing him his helmet. You had your pre-race routine with Ollie that consisted of making sure he had one last sip of water, helping him put his helmet on before kissing where his forehead would be inside the helmet and finally a bear hug. You’d done it before every race since he was in his karting days and his debut F1 race would be no different. Charles caught sight of this and smiled. It was good that the young driver had such a great support system. In a slightly weird way he was almost envious that he didn't have someone to do those things for him. He watched as you held Ollie's bottle up to his lips before placing it to the side, buckling his helmet up once it was on his head. Charles' heart grew warm as he watched Ollie bend down so you could reach to kiss his forehead. You and Ollie were unaware of your audience, just completely in your own little bubble. "Can't believe I have to bend for you to reach my forehead now." It was a throwaway comment from Ollie but it left you with tears welling up in your eyes. Oh how he'd grown. When this ritual first started he was just a kid. Far shorter than you, almost looking too small for his kart. He had been so young but his dreams were big. You felt your bottom lip quiver as you watched your brother's dreams become reality in front of your eyes. You knew he felt guilty that you'd given so much up. "Bear hug?" You asked, holding your arms out. Ollie wrapped you up in the tightest hug he could manage, "Thank you." He didn't need to say what for. You knew. "If I had to, I'd do it all over again." He squeezed you just a little more before he was pulling away and climbing into that red car that he'd long dreamed of. You felt your dad come alongside you and pull you into his side, the two of you both misty-eyed with tearful smiles.

Watching his car leave the garage for the grid you couldn't help the way you looked around for Charles. You caught sight of him and approached him, "Are you alright ma belle?" You wiped your eyes hastily, "Yeah, just a little overwhelmed?" Charles gave an understanding nod, "It makes perfect sense mon ange." You cleared your throat, "But I have another pre-race ritual to complete." Charles eyes shot to yours, "unless you already have one and then I won't interfere-" "Please." You gave him a soft smile and took his helmet from him to allow him to do up his suit properly, "What do you still need to do?" Charles looked almost shy as he gave his request, "Could you help me put my helmet on?" Your cheeks felt warm as you nodded, gently tugging on his helmet to pull it down when he grabbed your wrists, "Wait." "What?" Your eyes searched his, worried you'd somehow hurt him or done it wrong, his face broke into a grin, "Can I get a kiss before my helmet goes on?" You looked around the garage, everyone busy with their own jobs and not really paying you much attention. "Are you sure?" Charles nodded. You looked for a small space of skin not covered by his balaclava and pressed a light kiss to his cheek just under his eye. His eyes shut as if he was savouring the moment before he nodded at you to pull his helmet down. He watched your face contort into an expression of concentration as you buckled his helmet up with so much precision and care. "What comes next?" "Help me with my gloves?" His voice was muffled through the helmet, you nodded and took his gloves from him. Helping him put one on and squeezing that hand before switching to the other one. "Can I suggest one last thing?" He nodded, "I think you should have a bear hug." You couldn't see his smile through his helmet but the way he enthusiastically pulled you into his arms told you all you needed to know. You stood there for a moment just enjoying the feeling of his arms around you. You rested your head on his chest and sighed. His hand gently caressed up and down your back before he was being called to climb into his car. You squeezed him one last time for good measure before he was gone and off to line up for the start of the race.

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Your throat was sore from all the yelling and screaming you'd done at the screen, your legs were about to give out from the adrenaline rush and your cheeks hurt from the smiling you'd done. You had tears in your eyes again as you watched your brother cross the line in 7th for his first ever F1 grand prix. Turning to hug your dad you nodded at Carlos who sat across the garage. He gave you a warm smile and a knowing wink as the garage began rushing to the podium for Charles. You were bouncing on your feet as you waited to see Ollie, Charles, either of them, both of them?

The pitlane was packed as fans, teams and reporters all swarmed down to the podium. And there, pushing his way through all of it, was Ollie. You couldn't help the scream that left your throat as you sprinted to him. Pulling him into a huge hug. "Oh my god bear." You practically sobbed, "I'm so fucking proud of you!" Ollie slid his helmet off and his face was lit up, "Oh my god that was amazing! Intense, but amazing!" You giggled as he moved his neck experimentally before wincing, "Yeah I'm gonna need a physio appointment like... as soon as possible." You let out a laugh, "Dad was already on it by about lap four don't worry!" "Thank fuck." Your brother exhaled, eyes widening dramatically. You observed the way the podium was getting increasingly busy. "Go." Ollie looked at you, "You know you want toooo..." He sang, "But..." "No buts, butts are for sitting." Ollie, closed his eyes as if he would hear no further arguments. He leant in close, "I think it would mean a lot to him too." "Ollie I can't just g-" "Excuse me, Carlos?" Ollie called to the older driver, "You're going the the podium aren't you?" Carlos motioned that he was, "Are you going to?" You looked at Ollie and he gave an encouraging nod, "Go!" You looked at Carlos, "Lead the way."

It was packed. You wondered if Carlos should really be making his way through the crowd given his condition, but they almost seemed to part for him. It certainly made things easier for you so you couldn’t complain. You stood next to Carlos right in front of the barrier underneath the podium. You were just in time. The announcer spoke Charles' name and he walked out onto the podium, he had a huge grin that stretched from cheek to cheek. He stood there for a moment before looking down at his team Charles felt his heart stop. There was no way. Was there? You were stood celebrating his podium? Charles had never wanted a podium ceremony to be over quicker in his life. He was dying to get back down there and hold you in his arms again, maybe even kiss you if he was lucky. As he was handed his trophy he looked down once more, pointing at you. To the cameras it would look like he was pointing at his mechanics, or even Carlos. But you knew. Even though he was fairly far away from you he could still see how your eyes shone up at him. The way they sparkled not just under the floodlights of the track but from the way you were just looking at him. You weren’t aware of anything around you. Not Carlos smirking at the way you and Charles watched each other, not the music, not the champagne, nor the fireworks that now exploded in the sky above Jeddah rivalling the fireworks that were going off in your tummy at the way Charles gazed at you with so much adoration.

As soon as he could, Charles was racing off the podium and Carlos led you back to the Ferrari garage where he would soon appear. You waited, almost pacing back and forth. Ollie watched you knowingly, “You really like him huh?” You froze, “Is it that obvious?!” Ollie scoffed, “Uh? Yes!” You rolled your eyes before Carlos called your name, “Y/N you can wait in his room if you want? It’s opposite Ollie’s.” You nodded and wound your way through the now familiar corridors of Ferrari’s garage. You made it to Charles' room and settled down on the couch. Now to wait.

You didn’t have to wait long before the door was bursting open and a champagne drenched Charles was striding across the room, placing his trophy down on the couch before sweeping you into his arms, nose tracing up your neck, “Ma belle…” “Charles! That tickles!” Charles laughed and your legs went weak as you felt his chest rumble against you. “Wanted to do this as soon as I got out of the car.” He mumbled. You gently held his face in your hands and brought his face up to look at you, “Congratulations handsome.” Charles smiled, leaning in before catching himself and stopping with a groan, “Can I kiss you? Please say yes ma belle… Please fuck… I need to kiss you, it’s all I've wanted to do since the race ended, need to kiss you, please?” “Yes, Charles.” “Thank you amour.” His lips met yours and you sighed as you tasted the sweet champagne from his lips. He was sticky and sweaty but he was so Charles. You hummed happily before he gently bit your lip, eliciting a whine from you. He growled a little at the sound before pulling away, “We need to stop ma belle.” “Awww…” You pouted and he laughed, poking the lip that was jutting out. “I’m not going to do this with you in my driver’s room of all places, especially when I’m sweaty and covered in champagne.” “I don’t know…” Your arms circled his neck as you leaned into him, “I think it’s a good look.” His hands found your hips and he couldn’t help the way his thumbs traced tiny circles.

“You know… I think you should come to F1 races more often…” “Oh?” “Mhmm” Charles looked at you, “I think your ritual got me my podium today.” You stared at him for a second before laughing, “You think so?” He pressed a final kiss to your lips and nodded, “Absolutely!” “Then I think I need to come and stand in the Ferrari garage more often.” Charles pulled you into a hug, “That sounds perfect.”

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Liked by olliebearman, scuderiaferrari and 23,196 others y/nbearman little weekend photodump ft. very on brand red outfits, the nicest hospitality and garage I've ever stood in, Ollie's first F1 race and post-race dinner and Dad's first TV interview for sky sports

View all 4,157 comments olliebearman Think that was definitely Dad's favourite part of the weekend ⤷ y/nbearman Papa bear for commentator 2025? Comment liked by skysportsf1 and olliebearman ⤷ olliebearman ICON

bearmanfan they have the cutest sibling relationship I swear 🥺 lalaleclerc PLS TELL ME Y'ALL ALSO SAW CHARLES LOOKING AT HER IN THE GARAGE ⤷ charleswifey omg yesssss 😭 he really thought no one was looking but there was a whole ass camera on him ⤷ y/nbearman wHAT? ⤷ lalaleclerc oops 🥹

charles_leclerc can't wait to have you in the garage again ma belle Comment liked by y/nbearman ⤷ y/nbearman looking forward to it handsome ⤷ f1f1fan wait. WHAT? ⤷ bearmanfam Y/N AND CHARLES?!

scuderiaferrari We're so glad you had a good weekend! Ollie is our new fave 🫶🏼 ⤷ charles_leclerc ouch ⤷ carlossainz55 I've been gone less than one weekend 🧍‍♂️ ⤷ y/nbearman you're so real for this admin I approve ⤷ scuderiaferrari ❤️❤️

charlesandcarlos I had no clue who this girl was until they said on the commentary that she was Ollie's sister, damn they have good genes ⤷ y/nfanpage isn't she the prettiest!! ⤷ olllie charles has good taste Comment liked by charles_leclerc ⤷ charlessss does anyone know what she does for a living? ⤷ bearmanfam it's actually so sweet 🥺 she gave up on going to uni and following her own career path for a while to travel with Ollie and support him in F2! she's basically his PA, manager, photographer, nutritionist, therapist, best friend and sister rolled into one ⤷ charlessss holy shit 🧍‍♀️ we STAN her

bearmanhug is it just me that thought we'd get a really mushy post from y/n like when Ollie finished the F2 season last year? ⤷ ferrarifan no same here ⤷ y/nbearman oh it's incoming don't worry 🤭 ⤷ ferrawri OH FUCK WE AREN'T READY

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Liked by olliebearman, charles_leclerc and 21,874 others y/nbearman to say that I'm proud of you is an understatement. you make me proud every day no matter whether you win or lose not just on the track but off too. but this weekend I'm in absolute awe of you. the results you've achieved just show the hard work and dedication you've put into this sport. I know your passion to succeed and improve will take you far! this is just the beginning of amazing things to come. forever proud of you and I've always got your back. I love you to the end of the line baby bear ❤️❤️❤️ tagged: @.olliebearman

View all 3,562 comments olliebearman love you too sun bear Comment liked by y/nbearman

bearmanfam OH MY GOD THERE'S SO MUCH TO UNPACK 😭 ⤷ bearmanfam ollie once said in an interview that his sister always makes him smile and lights up his day and that's why he calls her sun bear! she calls him baby bear because he's younger than her ⤷ charlesandcarlos I'm pretty sure she used red hearts bc he drove for Ferrari this week 🥹 Comment liked by y/nbearman ⤷ bearmanfam omg YES ❤️ ⤷ charlesandcarlos CONFIRMED ❤️

charles_leclerc superb driving today! you should absolutely be proud. keep driving like that and it won't be long until we'll be sharing the track every week @.olliebearman Comment liked by y/nbearman and olliebearman ⤷ carlossainz55 no doubt about it!

lewishamilton amazing job today kid 💜 leclerclove The way the old photos are in black and white and the photos from the weekend are in colour like it's a new era 😭 ⤷ smoothoperatorrr omg I didn't think of that 😭😭 ⤷ charleswifeyyyy The childhood pictures are so fucking cute too 😭

landonorris great results today! can't wait to see what you do in the future! ferrariiiii "I love you to the end of the line" AS IN THE FINISH LINE?! ⤷ f1fan STOP OH MY GOD 😭😭😭 carlossssainzzz I'm not ashamed to say that I sobbed like a baby reading this post 🥹 like it's so clear that they love and support one another ⤷ scuderiaferrari we're crying too! 🥹❤️ Comment liked by y/nbearman and olliebearman

f1fannnn all the drivers commenting their support and congratulations 😭

fanoferrari "this is just the beginning" I-🥹😭 ⤷ olsbearmannn "you make me proud every day"

maxverstappen1 An amazing drive mate!

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73 Questions with Mrs. Leclerc - cl16

pairing: husband!charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: in which you do a 73 questions interview with Vogue OR charles can't help but third wheel your interview warnings: none??? just cute fluff basically, NOT PROOFREAD word count: 2.1k author's note: I actually got a request by someone to do this and thought it was such a CUTE idea and concept. I obviously didn't do ALL 73 questions cause that would've taken forever. But thought this was a cute little piece to do. I hope you enjoy and don't forget to let me know what you think don't be shy !! xoxo

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THE DELICATE FOLDS of the pale pink sundress fluttered like petals in a gentle breeze, framing your figure with a soft, ethereal elegance. As the front door yielded to the push, the fabric danced around your legs, caressing the tender skin of your thighs with a whisper of touch. Your radiant smile illuminated the scene, a beacon of joy amidst the fluttering fabric and nervous flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

“Hey!” The male voice chimed brightly, his tone cheerful as a songbird greeting the dawn, echoing through the air with an infectious energy that mirrored your own bright smile.

“Hey!” You respond with effervescent warmth, your smile stretching across your face like a sunbeam breaking through clouds. With a graceful gesture, you swing the door open wider, revealing the inviting warmth of your home’s foyer. The soft light spills in, casting a golden glow over the polished floors and elegant furnishing. The first thing to notice is the giant painting of a Ferrari Formula One car, hung high above the entry way table.

“Look who we have here! It’s Mrs. Leclerc!” A delicate blush warms your cheeks, a subtle reminder of the tender affection that tingles within you whenever you’re addressed as such. Though you and Charles have been together for many years, your marriage has infused your relationship with a fresh sense of intimacy and closeness. And despite that it’s been almost five years, the title of “wife” feels forever new and unfamiliar.

“On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?”

“I would say 8, so I’m super excited!” With a gentle click, you shut the front door behind you, enveloping the foyer in a tranquility as you made your way down the hallway to the kitchen. Along the way, you stooped to pick up a scattering of children’s toys that lay scattered like confetti on the polished wooden floors, offering a quick apology for the perceived “mess.” However, you couldn’t help but inwardly smile at the orchestrated chaos around you. While the house was meticulously maintained by the cleaning company before the video shoot, every detail was carefully curated to strike the perfect balance between lived-in warmth and elegance, ensuring a setting that felt both inviting and authentic to you and the viewers.

“Any reason for that?”

In the heart of the home lies a kitchen adorned with a stunning green cabinet motif. The cabinets, painted in a rich emerald hue, exude an air of sophistication and charm, perfectly complemented by gleaming brass hardware. Sunlight filters through the vast array of windows, casting a warm glow over the polished marble countertops.

“You mean other than the fact that the kids go back to school soon?” You and the interviewer let out a soft laugh as you made your way behind the kitchen island, opening the fridge in a smooth motion to pull out a water bottle. “Want one?”

“No, but thanks though!” His voice is light-hearted.

As the fridge door remains open, a tantalizing glimpse is offered to the audience of its well-stocked interior. A colorful array of fresh produce fills the shelves, showing an abundance of vibrant fruits and crisp vegetables. Among the healthy offerings, assortment of juice boxes catches the eye, adding a playful touch to the wholesome scene.

“That’s a lot of juice boxes you have in there.” He makes a comment, it’s not a question, but you take it as one.

“Two kids and a husband,” You start, your tone light and casual before lowering your voice into a conspiratorial whisper for the camera, “who practically is also a kid, results in a lot of juice boxes.” With a playful wink directed at the lens, you punctuate the statement, adding a touch of humor to the scene. Setting the water bottle down on the expansive kitchen counter, you resume your easy demeanor, effortlessly blending candor and charm for your audience.

“Hey!” Your head shoots over, the camera seamlessly following your gaze to where Charles, your husband,sits on the floor of the living room, two of your kids, aged two and three, beside him with an abundance of toys strewn about. “I heard that!” Charles retorts with mock offense, a playful grin lighting up his face as he joins in the banter.

The living room exudes a chic sophistication with a distinct Formula One flair. Charcoal-gray walls provide a sleek backdrop, accentuating the mounted flat-screen television. A striking statement piece dominates one corner—a display of artwork showcasing all of the racetracks Charles has conquered – infusing the room with a sense of triumph and energy. A plush white sofa, adorned with an array of vibrant red pillows, invites relaxation and style. Across the room, a sizable shelf proudly showcases a collection of racing helmets, some belonging to Charles and others gathered over time, adding a personal touch to the space. Below the television, was a long console table that was adorned in various plants and photos of your family. You couldn’t help but smile as you glanced at them.

With a casual wave of your hand, you dismiss Charles’s playful interruption, maintaining your position at the kitchen island as the camera refocuses on you. The gesture carries an air of affectionate familiarity, a gentle reminder of the dynamic energy that permeates your bustling household.

“If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?”

“Definitely Austin Butler.” You answer almost immediately, no hesitance in your voice.

“Hey!” Charles’s playful yelp echoes through the room once more, accompanied by the joyful laughter of your children. One nestled in his lap, the other engrossed in a picture book, their presence adding warmth and vitality to the room. You share a knowing smile with Charles, the affectionate banter a familiar melody to your family life.

The laughter of the interviewer joins the playful exchange. The camera effortlessly captures the dynamic interaction between all of you with ease.

You roll your eyes playfully, “Restez en dehors de ça.” Stay out of this!

“Arrête de faire semblant de vouloir faire l’amour avec quelqu’un d’autre que moi!” Stop pretending you want to make love with anybody but me!

With a mischievous gleam in your eye, you turn back to the camera, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Can I change my answer?” You inquire, injecting a hint of playful anticipation into your tone.

“Sure,” the interviewer replies.

“You’re supposed to say no,” You quip with a chuckle.

“Oh, um no?”

With a playful pout, you glance over at Charles who is already staring at the interaction. A smile adorned on his face like he is in complete awe of you, regardless of what you are saying. “Sorry honey!” You wave your hand around. “Answers are final!”

Leaving the kitchen behind, you make your way towards the backyard, where the promise of relaxation and leisure awaits. Stepping through the door, you’re greeted by the sight of a large pool shimmering under the sunlight, its crystal-clear waters beckoning for a refreshing dip. Surrounding the pool, lounge chairs are strategically place, some on the pool’s ledge, inciting you to bask in the sun while enjoying the cool water. A wide arrangement of pool floaties from unicorns to racecars litter the pool as well.

It’s a breathtaking sight: a vast expanse of bright blue skies stretching overhead, adorned with barely a wisp of cloud in sight. The warm rays of sun dance upon your skin. With a stylish flourish, you slip on a pair of your favorite Ray-Bans, a subtle nod to your husband’s sunglass collection.

“Vintage or new?”

You ponder for a moment as you stand in the backyard, a breeze blowing your hair behind your shoulders. “Depends, but definitely vintage.”

“Window or aisle seat?”

“Aisle, although Charles likes to take the aisle more.”

“What are three things you can’t live without?”

“Wait, do my children count as two of the three?”

“Up to you.”

“Okay, so my two children. And my lip gloss.” You laugh, pausing for effect. “Kidding! My two kids, and my lip gloss…” You pause, jokingly. “And my husband of course.” The light-hearted remark reflects the joyful chaos of humor and love in your life. “He’s really the sweetest man. I’m so lucky.”

The glass door slides open with a whisper, and into the frame steps Charles, his presence incessant. With a carefree demeanor, he approaches you clad in a pair of baggy jeans and a plain white t-shirt that stretched at the seams from his muscles. He presses soft kisses to your cheeks, the stubble of his own rubbing against your smooth skin, his love evident in each tender kiss.

“Désolé,” Sorry. He apologizes before pecking another kiss to your cheek. “Tellement ambrassable.” Just so kissable. He places one more on your cheek, your face bright red from the camera’s catching all of this.

“Looks like he can’t be far from you for very long.”

Charles looks at the camera, a glint in his eye with a large smile, like he was the happiest man on earth, and nothing could dampen his spirits. Especially with you nearby. “Est-ce que tu la vois?” Do you see her?

The interviewer, unaware of Charles’s words, simply nods in response behind the camera lens, acknowledging the affection in his tone. Later translations will reveal the depth of Charles’s words no doubt. Elle est tellement belle. Bien sûr, je ne peux pas rester loin longtemps.” She’s so beautiful. Of course, I can’t stay far long.

Your face is bright red as Charles remains at your side.

“Where are the kids?”

“Put them down for a nap!” Charles answers, his arm slung over your shoulder as he leans on you comfortably.

As the interviewer continues the questionnaire, Charles can’t resist interjecting with playful remarks and comments on almost every question. His spontaneous interruptions add an element of humor and spontaneity to the video, turning what could have been a standard interview into an entertaining and engaging exchange.

“How do you define beauty?” “My wife.” “Charles, the questions are for me!”

"What do you love most about your body?" "That's an easy one...I think her--" Charles begins, but you swat his chest and cut him off. "I love my arms. Not because they're that nice but they give me the ability to hold my children." Charles clicks his tongue, hating that you even implied something about yourself as 'not that nice'.

"Least favorite color?" "Red." Charles lets out a large gasp with a string of phrases in French, clearly hurt by your response. "It's a joke, mon amour!" "How did you know you were in love?" You look at Charles then, his eyes already on you, a soft smile pulling on both of your lips. "I can't remember a time when I wasn't in love with him. Probably when I realized I would rather be awake in the middle of the night, since he was traveling so much, just to talk to him for even a few minutes, instead of going to sleep." Charles plays with the ends of your hair, twirling the ends around his fingers as he chimes in. "We've known each other for so long. But, when I first met her, it was like meeting someone I've known my entire life. There was no awkward silences between us. We just clicked."

“Diamonds or pearls?” “Pearls.” “Mon chou, don’t lie.” “I’m not!” “The diamond on your finger says otherwise!”

“If you made a documentary, what would it be about?” “Charles’ brain. I seriously question what goes on in there sometimes.” “Hey! It’s only you…” You raise your eyebrows at him, like he’s a liar. “And racing.” “Definitely racing.”

“If you had a tattoo, where would it be?”

Charles smirks deeply, like he knows something the world doesn’t, the interviewer picks up on it. “Wait, you have a tattoo? Can we see it?”

“No! It’s for me only.”

You playfully swat at Charles’ chest, a playful blush coloring your cheeks as you both wander throughout the house, showcasing its beautiful décor. Despite your embarrassment at Charles’ antics, you can’t help but be thankful for him easing your nerves. You weren’t one for the public eye, normally. So, when you agreed to this interview it came out as quite a surprise.

“Okay final question of the day.”

You both stand by the front door, the interviewer on the front step outside of the home.

“Hugs or kisses?”

“Definitely ki—” You don’t get to finish your answer as Charles’ fingers grasp onto your neck, his fingers sprawled along your jawline as well, and tugs your face into his. He shuts the door as soon as his tongue slips into your mouth.

It’s a few seconds before you push him off you. “You’re unbelievable!”

A giant smile spreads across his face as he looks down at you. “Only for you, mon chou!”

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