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The Little Sister

Part 2

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Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!Reader

Genre: max verstappen’s sister

Warnings: angst, idk

Word Count: 3.8K

Author’s Note: I didn’t think anyone was actually gonna read the first part, considering that it was terrible writing but here’s second part, with a little better writing.

Part one

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After leaving your hotel room that night, Max went back to the family house. He, of course, told your guy's mother everything that happened. And Max was even more upset after learning Kelly knew before him. However, Max was hurt above all else.

“She said…” Max paused, not wanting to believe that you meant what you said, “I’m not her real brother.” Your guy’s mom, Sophie couldn’t help but laugh, “mom, it really hurt my feelings.” Max was in disbelief that his mom would laugh at the situation.

“I’m sorry my boy, but this is your own karma,” Sophie giggled.

“What do you mean by my own karma?”

“Do you not remember when you were first starting out in formula 3, your sister wanted to follow you to every race, and you told her she isn’t actually family, and only family is allowed,” Sophie looked at her son.

“Yeah but I was…”

“You were angry, because of how your father was acting, just how your sister is angry with how you’re acting.” Sophie spoke, cutting her son off. “She doesn’t mean it, she knows you’re her real brother in every way that matters, and Victoria is her sister, I’m her mom, and Jos is her father.”

“It really hurt my feelings that she said that,” Max said, still deeply hurt by your words.

“She knows, that’s why she didn’t come home. She’s not here right now, to give you space, because she knows she hurt your feelings.”

“She can come home, I will go.” Max said, wanting you to have a place to run to like he did.

“You’re gonna leave Tuesday night for Monza anyway, your sister will come home when she’s comfortable. Enough worrying about her, she’s a big girl.”

“Mom, you don’t think I was wrong for being upset right?” Max asked as Sophie began to leave him with his thoughts.

“She knows you’re just looking out for her,” Sophie said as she pulled her son into a hug, Sophie pulled away looking at her son, “but she’s a big girl now, she’s not that little girl who just lost her parents. Let her finish growing up Maxie.”

You had texted your mom that you left Zandvoort, and was heading to Germany, home to your birth parents. Your mom wished you a safe flight and she thanked you for letting her know.

Mom: Max wants to know where you are.

Mom: I didn’t tell him anything, just text me when you land and when you get to the hotel so I know you’re safe.

You: I will mom, I love you mom <3

Mom: I love you too sweetheart

You shut off your phone, heading into the airport. You wanted to forget about tonight, even if it was just for a few hours.

Charles didn’t get a chance to stay in Zandvoort, as soon as it was Monday morning, he was on a plane to Milan. Charles didn’t really mind, he was hoping that the celebration of the 75 years of Ferrari would be enough to occupy his mind, instead of you. For the most part it worked.

Only when the day was over, and he was laying in bed alone, did he start to think of you again. The way you would talk about your day. How you would play with the rings he wore, when you’re cuddled into his side. The way your smile for him was bigger than your normal smile for everyone else. How you made sure you added subtle hints of red into your outfit to cheer him on.

He was missing you more than he had ever missed anyone before. He couldn’t get you out of his mind, that you had started to appear in his dreams. When Wednesday finally rolled around, Charles couldn’t take it anymore. Any free moment he got, he spent calling and texting you.

Mon Cherie <3 42 calls

Charles: can we talk pls

Charles: y/n just answer your phone

Charles: I’m sorry I got angry with you, you didn’t deserve it

Charles: pls talk to me, answer the phone

Charles: I just finished my meeting, I want to hear your voice

Charles: y/n please

Charles: can you at least let me know you’re safe right now

Charles: you’re worrying me dear

Charles: I need to get over to Monza right now

Charles: Maybe we can talk this weekend

Charles: call me pls

Charles: at least tell me you’re okay, we don’t need to talk about us, I just want to know that you’re okay

Charles was clearly frustrated by the end of the day, at your lack of a response.

“Mate you alright?” Carlos asked, clearly worried about his teammate.

“It’s y/n,” Charles sighed.

“I thought you were done with her,” Carlos said, taken aback by the mention of your name

“I thought I was too, I don’t know man, she did something to me,” Charles sighed once more. He knew from the first night with you that he was never gonna be able to leave you. He was yours from that very first moment together.

“What happened?” Carlos asked cautiously

“We got into an argument about Max, and I said something that I don’t mean. And since then I have gotten radio silence from her.”

“Well you have to see her this weekend right?”

“I’m hoping,” Charles said, thinking that you’re gonna be in Monza with your brother.

When Max finally arrived at the paddock on Thursday for practice, he tried to act normal but the rumors already started. He could hear the little clicks of the camera catching him arriving, alone. He could hear the little whispers being made, he saw the confused faces.

“Where is she?”

“He always arrives with her,”

“Did she come in separately?”

“Are they fighting?”

“Did anyone catch her arriving alone?”

“Where is y/n?”

Max ignored everyone and headed straight to the Redbull hospitality room. However, even there, he wasn’t safe.

“Mate,” Christian called out to his favorite driver, “where’s y/n?” Christian’s face turned confused, not seeing you by Max’s side.

“I’m the one driving, why would anyone fucking care where my sister is?”

“Okay, relax,” Christian taken aback by the sudden snap in emotions from Max. Christian thought Max was becoming more level headed now, “she’s just always with you during race weekends. Sibling fight?”

Max took a deep breath knowing he couldn’t possibly pretend that everything was alright, when he has heard from you in days. “Something like that, honestly I can’t worry about it now.”

The next day, Max arrived at the paddock, not alone, but not with you. Victoria was by his side today, however that didn’t stop the rumors. Max actually did an excellent job avoiding the rumors and whispers and questions. Victoria also stuck by Max’s side like you would normally do during the weekend.

That was until the media pen, and most of the reporters didn’t really care enough to ask where you were. Majority being more focused to ask about the championship. Then just as Max was almost done. After the reporter asked the initial question, then they asked, “where is y/n by the way, I see you have Victoria by your side this weekend instead of your other sister.”

Max gritted his teeth, not having the correct answer to the question, “Y/n, took a couple days off, she’s resting right now.”

“Didn’t we just have summer break, three weeks not enough vacation for her, some women,” the reporter meant it as a joke, but of course Max didn’t take it that way. Neither did Victoria.

“Our sister’s personal life is none of your concern. That was a very rude statement you just made,” Victoria spoke up, as she pushed Max along, knowing that he would’ve taken it further.

As Max and Victoria walked back to the Redbull, “thank you,” Max whispered to Victoria.

“Of course,” Victoria responded. The two continued to walk back to the hospitality room, but before they made it. Charles stopped them.

“Max,” Charles said, almost out of breath, “where is y/n?”

“Why are you asking me?” Max looked at Charles confused.

“I thought she was with you,” Charles said, looking more confused.

“I thought she was with you,” Max said, now completely lost, “where the fuck is my sister Leclerc?”

“We got into a fight last Sunday, I haven’t heard anything from her since then.”

“Do you know where she is?” Max asked, turning to Victoria.

Victoria took a breath, “yes.”

“Where?” Both Max and Charles asked in unison, Victoria laughed at the two of them, shaking her head.

“She’s fine, and she’s safe, there’s nothing either of you can do about where she is right now. Both of you have other priorities at the moment.” Victoria said, shaking her head.

“Max,” Charles said, “I like your sister a lot. I want something more than just a fling with her.”

“We’re talking about my sister Charles, not just some girl you met at a party.”

“I wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt her, Max,” Charles argued.

“Yeah, then where is she?” Max asked, leaving Charles in the sun.

According to Victoria you were safe, and fine. That’s the only piece of knowledge that kept Charles sane the rest of the weekend. Everyone could tell Charles was out of it, and they all suspected it was because you weren’t there.

“You alright Charles?” Pierre asked his friend.

“I’m perfectly fine Pierre,” Charles said in semi-sarcastic tone.

“Y/n isn’t here this weekend,” Pierre sighed, knowing it was because of you that Charles wasn’t really focused.

“Yeah,” Charles sighed sin a monotone voice, “but she’s safe and that’s all that matters.” After the short exchange Charles walked back to the Ferrari motorhome, not really wanting to talk to anyone.

Pierre on the other hand couldn’t handle his best mate being out of it this bad. And Pierre wasn’t the type to just sit back and do nothing, especially when he was the one that ‘set you guys up.’

While you sat in your cushy hotel room watching the Monza qualifying take place, you got a call from none other than Pierre. The first call you sent straight to voice mail, not wanting to talk, especially about Charles. Which you were sure, is exactly Who Pierre wanted to talk about.

Pierre: I know you’re watching the qualfying right now, answer your phone

Then came the second call, which you sent to voicemail again.

Pierre: y/n, I know you didn’t miss qualfying pick up the damn phone.

You sent the third call to voicemail again.

Pierre: If you don’t answer my next call, I’m gonna be forced to tell Charles about the night in Barcelona.

He wouldn’t, you thought to yourself, as you remembered your drunken rant to Pierre about how Charles was leaving you more sore then when he got you.

Pierre: don’t try it, y/n

When the fourth call came in, you answered right away. You stayed silent waiting for Pierre to say something.

“When are you getting here?” Pierre asked, he sounded so sure that you were gonna be there.

“I’m not going to Monza, Pierre.”

“Your brother is racing this weekend,” Pierre started off.

“I’m fully aware of my brother's commitments this weekend, Pierre.”

“When are you getting here?”

You sighed, “Pierre, I’m really not going.”

“Come to Monza, you’ll feel worse if you don’t come,” Pierre said.

“How do you know I’ll feel worse?” You scoffed.

“Y/n,” Pierre sighed.

“Max is so mad at me, Pierre,” you felt yourself getting choked up, reliving your argument with Max, “and Charles, he just had the worst timing.”

“Come to Monza, it’ll make you feel better if you work it out in person.”

“Okay,” you finally agreed.

You were set to arrive in Monza, on Sunday morning. You should have enough time to get to the paddock just before the start of the race. You knew you wouldn’t have enough time to work everything out with Max or Charles before the race, but you would be there when they crossed the finish line.

Your heart was pounding against your chest the entire flight. You couldn’t manage to sit still your mind racing with a million and one thoughts of what to say. You didn’t want to make things more worse than they already were. You didn’t even know if you really wanted to fix things with Charles.

Max might be right about this, that you shouldn’t date Charles or a fellow driver in general. Maybe it was best the two of you pretend nothing ever happened. It seemed a lot better to do that, than try to work through whatever happened between you guys. Maybe Charles was only meant to be a one night stand. Maybe this was suppose to never happen and you’re just going against nature. Maybe there is a grand plan that you’re just not following.

Wen the plane finally landed, you caught the first taxi to drive you down to the race track. You hated the fact that you had your luggage with you and you walked to the Redbull motorhome. You quickly found Max’s room, leaving all your stuff in there. You took a peak at yourself in the mirror, and suddenly the thought of Charles seeing you like this was more terrifying than apologizing to Max.

You knew Max was already on the track, getting ready to start the formation lap, so you pulled out one of your best outfits. Deciding that it was better to wear a mutual white color, instead of too much red or too much blue. You fixed your makeup, redid your hair and now your heart was racing again for a different reason.

The thought of Charles, seeing him in that god awful yellow, and being there for him, had you bouncing with excitement. Being back in his arms, feeling his kisses, celebrating his accomplishments. Everything about Charles excited you. Charles was so right for you, that you don’t want him to be just a fling, just a one night stand, just a little fun. Charles was so much more than that to you, and he deserved so much more than that.

When you finally made it to garage to watch the race you quickly found Kelly and Victoria.

“I knew you’d make it,” Kelly whispered as she held you tight.

“He’s not that angry with you,” Victoria said as she pulled you close.

“He should be, I shouldn’t have said that to him,” you argued.

“He’s just worried about you, he’ll feel a lot better when he sees you.” Victoria said with a smile. Victoria was always the peacemaker in the family, not wanting anyone to be angry with anyone else.

Charles spotted you the minute he walked out to the stage. He couldn’t miss you, in the crowd with the Redbull people, standing in between Kelly and Victoria. He wanted to call out to you, he wanted to race off that podium to you. But you weren’t even looking at him, too busy in your conversation with Kelly. He felt his heart break a little when they announced his name and you still didn’t look up.

Charles smiled for the pictures, he sprayed the champagne, he basked in the praise from the Tifosi, but it was all fake. None of it mattered, if you weren’t happy for him too.

After the podium, after the celebration, when the quiet finally set in, did you finally get to make things right.

“Congratulations, brother,” you said, as Max pulled you into a tight hug. You felt yourself beginning to cry, “I’m so sorry Max… I don’t… I don’t feel that way, you’re my brother, you’re…”

“I know,” Max smiled to himself, pulling away, “I’m just glad you’re safe, and you’re okay now. You’re always gonna be my baby sister, no matter what you or anyone else say.”

You nodded your head, wiping away the tears. “So dramatic the two of you,” Victoria scoffed, causing both you and Max to laugh. “I want it to be known that I have never told either one of you that you weren’t family,” VIctoria added.

You guys began to walk back to the hospitality room, to gather your things before heading to the hotel for dinner. When Max suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong baby?” Kelly asked Max. Max didn’t answer, instead turning back around heading towards the Ferrari motorhome.

“Max,” you called out, confused by his actions, as you, Victoria and Kelly followed after him.

Max made his way through the motorhome, before he finally found Charles' room. He then turned to you and said, “you're an adult, you should date whoever you want regardless of my feelings.” Max then turned back to face the door, knocking, before leaving with Victoria and Kelly en-suite.

You vaguely heard Victoria ask, “does that mean I can date fellow drivers too now?”

Charles heard the knocking on the door, and for a good second he debated on pretending he wasn’t in. Ultimately deciding against it, he dragged his feet to open the door. Already thinking of a million and one excuses to turn the person on the other side away. That when he opened the door to see you there, while Max, Victoria, and Kelly quickly walked away, he was left speechless.

“Hi,” was all he could manage.

Charles opened the door, still in his race suit, that was tied around his waist. The black fireproofs hugging his body in all the right places. His hair out of place from being in the helmet for the past hour and a half, traces of sweat still dripping down the side of his head.

“Hi,” was all he said, but it was enough to have you weak in the knees.

“Hi,” was all you could say back.

Charles stepped out of the way to let you. You walked in looking around the room, like you haven’t seen it a million and one times before. You knew exactly what you wanted to tell Charles, you were just completely lost on how to word it.

“Um,” Charles broke the silence first. You were always so grateful that he always took the lead. He always made the first move. He was the one putting himself out there. You didn’t even think that maybe it was time for you to put yourself out there and make the first move. “Where have you been?”

“Germany,” you answered. Charles nodded his head at your answer, not asking for an elaboration, or a reason as to why you were in Germany. The room fell silent, you kept telling yourself to just blurt it out. Just say the first thing that comes to mind. Just open your mouth and the words will come out. That’s exactly what you did. You opened your mouth and the words poured out of you with no thought behind it.

“Charles, I didn’t mean it when I said we were done, I really like you, and I want this to be more than just a fling, or a little bit of fun, or friends with benefits, which in all honestly we never really explicitly said that this was a friends with benefits relationship, I think it was just more assumed , and that we both assumed that all we wanted, so I don’t think you can fully blame me for what happened, because you could’ve always made the move and asked for a more serious or exclusie relationship, not that it wasn’t exclusive, I mean I wasn’t seeing anyone when I was seeing you, and if you were seeing someone else when you were seeing me it’s comepletely fine, because, well I mean its not completely fine, I don’t like the thought of you with someone else while you were seeing me, but like I was saying earlier we never explicitly said we were exclusive but at the same time we never said we were friends with benefits, so if anything it would be really messed up on your part if you were seeing someone else because it was never made clear what type of relationship this was, but I want to make it clear that I want a serious, exclusie, real relationship, preferably with you, but if you don’t want this then I understand, I can’t say I woudn’t be hurt be I get it… I mean,”

Charles cut you off, placing his hands on your cheeks, his smile wider than the one on the podium, that little sparkle of hope in his eyes. He looked at you with so much love, it had your cheeks flaring up. “Are you done, mon amour?”

Mon amour, my love, that’s the first time he ever used that nickname for you.

You nodded your head, not wanting to risk losing the feeling of Charles hands on your cheeks. “I want a serious, exclusive, real relationship with you,” Charles said, as he pulled you into a kiss. You had to control yourself to stop smiling into the kiss.

You pulled away first, “you’re serious, like you’re not messing with me right now, like you want to be in an actual boyfriend-girlfriend relationship?”

Charles laughed, his smile so wide that you can’t even recall the last time seeing him this happy, “yes, I’m serious mon amor.”

“And you’re not just saying it to make me stay right?”

“Y/n, will you be my girlfriend, exclusively, my girlfriend?” Charles asked, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close towards him.

You finally let your mind and heart settle, “yes.”

Back home in Monaco, things were mostly back to normal. Max and Kelly were enjoying breakfast in the kitchen, while Penelope and you were still sleeping the morning away.

“Feel better, baby?” Kelly asked Max, watching a content smile spread on his face.

“Yeah, everything is how it’s suppose to be,” Max said. Just then your bedroom door could be heard opening, “finally you’re up for breakfast,” Max said not looking who was walking through the door.

“Awh mate you made me breakfast,” Charles said, hands over heart.

“Good morning,” you said standing behind Charles, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“He’s not allowed to sleep over y/n,” Max said crossing his arms.

“That’s fine, I’ll just sleep at his place,” you teased back, knowing Max wouldn’t like that either. Kelly laughed at your remark.

“Leave the children be Maxie,” Kelly said.

“Yeah, leave us be, Maxie,” Charles teased further, while you and Kelly bursted out into a fit of giggles.

“Come sit down for breakfast,” Kelly said, beckoning you and Charles over to the table. The four of you guys are sitting down and enjoying breakfast together before going about the rest of the day. At the table you silently mouthed a thank you to Max, to which he just nodded back. Your heart is feeling more at ease now.

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