You just do it so well😭😭 could we get any other teen Lorenzo and Carlos blurbs please❤️
A/N: I tried to think of what to write, and this came to my head, so enjoy the chaos
"He's going to kill you," Lorenzo jumps, 10 feet in the air to be exact at the sound of his baby sister, Violetta. In his bathroom doorway stood the 6-year-old, holding a bunny stuffy that was once his.
Given to him by his Uncle Lando, and ever since whenever a new sibling was born, they got Bunbun. "Viv, get out." Lorenzo groans, hating that this was the sibling that caught him. Why couldn't Isabella? Currently going through a teenage rebellion and refusing to snitch. While the twin boys Diego and Rafeal are at boarding school, a special school for their gifts in art and music.
Instead, Lorenzo got stuck with the baby and the biggest daddy's girl in the world. Lorenzo at 18 was at the mercy of his 6-year-old sister. "I'm telling," Violetta turns and runs off, cursing Lo runs after her, not even caring. "Daddy!" Violetta squeals which raises the alarm. "Vivi, what's wrong my little bun?" Carlos comes out of his office.
"Shit," Lorenzo slides and hugs the corner, refusing to let his father see him. "Daddy, Lolo hair is red." "Little shit," Lorenzo groans and moves quick and on silent feet back into his room. Hearing the click he locks the door and now prays that Carlos thinks Violetta is being silly.
Which 100% won't happen as Viv has got Carlos wrapped around her tiny finger. "Lorenzo?" If he could jump out the window he would. "Yeah?'" "Yeah?" Carlos calls back and Lorenzo stands up straighter. "Yes sir?" Carlos sighs and tries the handle. "Unlock the door," "I'm naked," Lorenzo prays that this will work but he highly doubts it.
"Really? You got naked that quick from chasing Vivi to locking your door?" Fuck good hearing. Why couldn't his father have blown an eardrum or something from all his years racing. "Ugh, Dad whatever Viv told you, she's lying." Lorenzo moves fast shoving a beanie over his head.
"Right, because your sister would just randomly say your hair is cherry red." Lorenzo groans and unlocks the door. He stumbles back from the force Carlos opens the door and Carlos stands there with a smug smirk.
"Take off the beanie." Carlos instructs, Lorenzo quickly shakes his head no. "Take it off," Carlos moves fast ripping off and his jaw drops open. "Your hair! Your gorgeous hair!' Carlos gasps, touching the bright Ferrari red strands. "Oh, Lorenzo, my baby boy." Carlos whines and Lorenzo blushes at the words.
"Your Mama is going to kill you," "I lost a bet, this was the punishment or else Elijah was going to tell Anabella that I have feelings for her." Lorenzo grumbles really hating the eldest Leclerc-Norris kid. "Pfft," Carlos slams a hand over his mouth to stop the laughter. "You're getting blackmailed? That's so stupid."
"SHUT UP OLD MAN!" Lorenzo yells while Carlos holds his stomach laughing at his eldest. "Lorenzo, is it so bad Elijah tells Anabella about your crush?" "YES! iT'LL BE THE END OF THE WORLD!"
Carlos groans and rubs his eyes. How in the world was this boy a Sainz, no grace a smoothness. "Okay, you know what maybe this will come out before Mama get's home." Carlos thinks, but they hear Violetta squeal. "Mama! Mama! Lolo has red hair!"
"Oh shit," Both Sainz boys knew they were fucked in that moment.
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Any pairing+ Soulmate AU where you feel your soulmate’s heart beating alongside your own?
"It's not a congenital anomaly," the doctor days, and Charles sees maman stumble and fall into papa's embrace. "There is nothing wrong with his heart, I assure you of that." The doctor chances a look at him, and Charles is pretty sure the smile she gives him isn't completely sincere. "I would like to speak with you in private, though, just so you know what you can expect."
Maman kisses his forehead and papa hugs him, and then they're following the doctor out. Lolo stays with him, sitting on Charles' hospital bed and tugging on his hair when Charles keeps looking at his palms.
"It will be okay, bebè," Lolo says, and his hand in Charles' is warm. "You'll be back to karting in no time."
"You promise?" Charles raises his head, meeting his brother's eyes. "I - I was winning, and then my heart started doing that weird thing, and then I saw that Pear crashed, and I couldn't - I didn't know -"
"Hey, it's okay," Lolo says and pulls Charles closer into an embrace. Charles wouldn't let Lolo hug him if someone could see them, but nobody is here, and his brother is calm and steady when he says "It will all be okay. I promise."
--
"It's a myth," Pierre says, and Charles wants to punch him for maybe the third time in their lives. "That's like - that would be like believing in magic. And there is no magic." He snorts. "Or Ferrari would have won a championship already." He nudges Charles with his elbow. "Right, calamar?"
Fuck you, Charles thinks. Fuck you, Pear, my soulmate's heart is beating as hard as mine is now, like they are lying to someone about something, like they are scared, I know what they feel like when they are scared, I feel them almost all the time except when we're in sync, except just before we fall asleep, fuck you, Ferrari will win, I will win for Ferrari, fuck you, they are my soulmate, they are the other half of my soul and you're my best friend and you don't even believe in this, and fuck you.
"We should go back, boys," Lolo says like nothing is wrong. "Your parents will have my head if I don't bring you back from the beach in time for lunch."
"Food!" Arthur yells and barrels into Charles, effectively cutting off his stare-off with Pierre. "Come on, Charlo, maybe we get madeleines!"
Arthur grabs his hand and pulls him towards where theor parents are, and Charles goes without another word. He doesn't think about the confusion in Pierre's eyes, or how Pierre reached to rub his chest as Charles stayed silent, masking the movement by grabbing his cross. He especially doesn't think about how, even when his own heart calms down, his soulmate's beat stays irregular, and fast, and fluttery.
--
Charles is excited, more excited than he thinks he will be when he himself finally makes it to F1 next year, if all goes well. Or maybe not, not really, but Pierre is in Malaysia, and he's in his Toro Rosso, and he's about to race in Formula One for the first time, and Charles - Charles is watching, and waiting, and praying for it all to go well.
Lolo is sitting on his right and Arthur is on his left, and they will both come with him to Spain next week, but right now they are both pressing into Charles' sides as he watches the screen. The formation lap is done, and Charles takes a deep breath.
In. Out. In. Lights out.
The constant heartbeat next to his is steady right up until it isn't; right up until the lights on the circuit go out.
Away we go.
He doesn't know when it is that he grabs Lolo's hand, but Lolo lets him. One look at his brother confirms to Charles what he didn't ever dare think of, much less admit.
"It's okay," Lolo whispers to him when Arthur starts yelling at the screen and maman laughs at him. "It will be okay."
My soulmate doesn't believe in our bond, he said so himself, Charles wants to say, how can it be okay? How can you even say that?
"Charles, it will be okay. I promise."
Charles wants to believe his brother. He holds his hand and watches Pierre on the screen instead.
--
"I knew you could do it," Pierre whispers in the darkness. Both their eyes are filled with tears, and they shouldn't be together, but Charles begged and pleaded and threatened until he got what he wanted and what Pierre needed. Two of them in bed in Belgium, as rain is falling down like God's punishment from a story Charles only vaguely remembers from church and as both their hearts are breaking over and over again.
"I did it for him," Charles whispers back, and Pierre's hand in his tightens.
"He'd be proud," is all Pierre has strength left to say, and then he cries, and Charles cries with him, and the nights stretches in front of them like a neverending track.
Charles does not fall asleep until he is certain that the other heartbeat in his chest is finally as calm as his. Only then does he close his eyes, and begs for dawn to come.
--
"I knew it wasn't you," Pierre whispers wildly into Charles' ear. "I knew it couldn't have been you, I knew it, they wouldn't tell me but I knew, Charles, Charles," he keeps repeating, and Charles holds him tighter, grateful that - just grateful.
"I'm okay," he replies, and holds on, and listens to the frantic beat of the other heartbeat in his chest. "I'm okay, I promise, I'm okay, it's okay, we're all okay."
"I don't care - you - you're okay, it wasn't you," Pierre keeps saying, and Charles' own panic subsides alongside Pierre's. "You're okay."
"You can't get rid of me that easily, Pierrot," he tries to joke, but it's awkward, and stupid, and innapropriate. Pierre snorts nonetheless.
"I don't want to be rid of you," he says softly, and Charles' heart speeds up. Pierre chuckles into Charles' neck, and his beard tickles Charles. "Calm down, calamar," he says, "Grosjean is okay, we're all okay, and you have one final chance to outdrive Seb. Breathe, Charles," Pierre says, and Charles, somehow, magically, does.
--
"That's how I found him," Este's girlfriend says. "My heart would do weird things at weird times, but it was usually on Saturdays and Sundays. It just so happened I stumbled upon him on a racetrack my friends dragged me to, and when he crashed, well..." she trails off, and Este pulls her closer and kisses her hair. "I knew it had to be him. They made me look at all the drivers on the grid and asked me who the most handsome one was, and I picked him even after I saw Lewis!"
Everybody laughs at that, and Charles laughs along with them. His whole heart aches, and he can barely take it, but he won't make a scene. All the PR training he received from Ferrari is good for one thing, it seems, and that's pretending he is alright while his soul tears itself apart.
"And you feel hers, too?" Pierre asks Este. There is no animosity in his voice, no snideness, just genuine curiosity. Este's eyes meet Charles', but Charles doesn't know why. He's never told Este about his - thing.
"Sometimes," Esteban says slowly. "Usually when she is upset, or very happy. When there's extreme emotion involved."
"That's weird," Charles says before he can stop himself. When he looks over at Pierre, he blushes, he knows he does, but he decides to prwtend nothing is amiss. "I just meant, isn't it supposed to feel the same - equal for both of you?"
Esteban looks down at his girlfr - soulmate, who is giving Charles a look that borders on pity. Charles decides to pretend he doesn't see it.
"I think - and this is just my theory, so I'm not sure if it's right, but," she hesitates, and Charles doesn't miss how Esteban's hand on her hip tightens. "I have lost - my parents are gone, have been for a while, and the accident that took them took my brother too. I don't - I have lost many people I've loved," she says, and there is a smile on her face despite her obviously teary eyes. "I think that the universe - or God, or whatever, I think it gave me - reassurance. Because I need it more than Este," she says, and Charles almost stops breathing. "I need to know he is here, and this way, I can."
Esteban lowers his head and kisses her hair again, and Charles sees it in her eyes, how she must know, how she must understand, at least some things if not all, and he murmurs something and thanks her and pretends he has to leave before Pierre can say anything, before Charles starts to scream, before he is forced to admit how weak he is in front of his oldest friends, how pathetic, in front of Esteban who was there for most of it, and the wonderful girl who was the other half of his soul, and in front of his oldest, best friend, his soulmate, who doesn't even believe in the concept. So before Pierre even manages to get the first syllable of his name out, Charles is already gone.
--
"Take a picture of us," Pierre says to Joris, and puts his arm around Charles. He smells so good, and Singapore is warm and wet, and Pierre is close and radiating contentment and heat, and Charles knows his heart skips a beat, and another. Before he knows, the picture is taken, and Pierre is looking at him strangely. Charles forces himself not to blush, and ducks his head, and wills his stupid heart to calm down.
"Good food and good friends, as a caption, what do you think, calamar?" Pierre asks suddenly, and Charles startles feom his thoughts. He searches for the second heartbeat in his chest, but it's - it's calm, and steady, ony a flutter here and there, and he swallows around the lump in his throat and makes himself smile and look straight into Pierre's eyes as he nods.
"Whatever you want, Pear, just make sure I look good."
"You always look beautiful," Pierre says matter-of-factly, and his mouth widens into a grin just as Charles finally loses the battle with his blush and just as his own heart starts an irregular, abberant rhythm.
--
"We can't," Charles moans and pulls Pierre closer.
"We can, and we will," Pierre replies and his mouth is on Charles', and his cross is pressed against Charles' skin where his shirt is torn and unbottoned, and his hips press into Charles', and one of his palms is raising Charles' leg to his hip and the other is locked on Charles' cheekbone, caressing it gently as he plunders Charles' mouth, and it's heaven and it's hell and Charles has wanted him for so long, but it's -
"You - you don't - I have to tell you, ah," Charles' protests get cut off when Pierre lowers his face to Charles' neck and bites down, and Charles whimpers and throws his head back and holds on, and it's so good, of course it is, but Pierre doesn't know -
"Pear, you, listen, fuck, ah, yes, more, no - no, listen," Charles tries again, and something in his voice must come through to Piwrre because he kisses Charles' collarbone and then stops.
"Charles," Pierre says, and his eyes are dark, and his lips are swollen, and he is beautiful, and Charles doesn't know how to tell him, doesn't want to ruin it, doesn't - "Close your eyes."
Charles blinks in confusion. Pierre smiles, and kisses Charles quickly, and chuckles when Charles tries to follow his lips. "Close your eyes, Charlo, and trust me, yes?"
Charles closes his eyes without hesitation this time. Pierre takes Charles' right hand in his and moves it to his chest, right above where his heart is. "Listen, Charles," he whispers. "Listen."
Charles can hear Pierre's breathing, shallow and fast, and the way Pierre tries to control it. He can hear the voices from the street below, but they fade away very quickly.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump. Thump. Thump. Thump-thump.
Charles listens, and listens, and listens, until his hands starts shaking and his lips part in a quiet gasp, because the heart he feels underneath his fingers and the heartbeat he has felt in his chest for his whole life are both beating in the same rhythm.
Thump-thump-thump. Thump. Thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump.
"You know," Charles whispers. He keeps his eyes closed, because he doesn't want to open them. Doesn't want to see. Doesn't want this to end.
"I know." He can feel Pierre's breath on his lips. "Do you know?"
Charles knows many things. He knows he will be Ferrari driver until the end. He knows he will be a world champion one day. He knows he has been in love with his best friend since he knew what love was. He knows he only ever felt this way when he was racing. Most of all, he knows he is not a coward, no matter how fast his heart is racing, no matter how scared he is that the second heartbeat in his chest and the one under his palm are the same one. Charles is not a coward. He is a racing driver, and he always, always, goes for the gap.
"Oh, I know."
Charles opens his eyes, and smiles.
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BUT WHERE? [C.L 16]
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Leclerc family Masterlist
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x F! Tennis player reader
Summary: The family enjoys the winter break
Request: yes
"Maybe we can go to New York, it's a very nice city" Charles said
They had spent an hour talking about where they should go on winter break this year, and they still hadn't decided on a place, or even a country.
"Umm I don't know Charles, we went there the year before, i think we could change, maybeeeee netherlands?" it was a beautiful country after all, there were many mountains and green places to spend time playing with family
"It's good, but we went this year for the race, we should cross those places for a while, what do you think?"
"For me it's fine, we can forget many places, but I still don't have an idea hon" you said already frustrated, you had no idea what could be possible
"We can make a game to choose, I say the alphabet in silence and you say when I stop, wherever I am we are going to look for a country with that letter" said excited
"Okay star"
Before starting charles says A and begins to say the alphabet silently, what we were doing was quite strange, it could be something that Tony did to decide something, but we are not so different from him after all, we are his parents.
"STOP, What letter??"
"G, Any ideas??"
"OOOH YES CHAAARLES"
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DanielRicciardo, Maxverstappen, Lewis Hamilton and 1.273.322 liked
CharlesLeclerc: That the Last one closes the door, we are going on vacation in winter break, guess where?
YnVerstappen: Umm idk New York???
↪️ Maxverstappen: Really yn??
↪️ YnVerstappen: 😔😔
DanielRicciardo: Umm Australia??
↪️ CharlesLeclerc: cold cold Dan
↪️ YnVerstappen: You can do it Danny!!
Ferrari: Italy???
↪️ YnVerstappen: Sorry but nop guys, we have failed you
LewisHamilton: idk if you're traveling to London, but if you aren't, you should, winter is soo nice there
↪️ CharlesLeclerc: I'll take note Mate, but we won't go there for now
YnVerstappen
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YnVerstappen: No one guessed!!! We are here in Germany 🇩🇪🇩🇪 danke for the welcome ❤️
MickSchumacher: That's amazing guys!!! Enjoy the travel, you are welcome if you want to meet one day here
↪️ YnVerstappen: Thxx so much Mickk, see you then❤️❤️
DanielRicciardo: Try to use your German skills yn, they are really fantastic
↪️ YnVerstappen: Fuck u Daniel
↪️ Maxverstappen: 😆😆
CharlesLeclerc
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CharlesLeclerc:I think mom has more fun with Tony's new friends than Tony
PierreGasly: She enjoys all the moments lol
↪️ YnVerstappen: For sure Pierre,no shame
Danielricciardo: When you get back he could spend some time with uncle Daniel, he's going to have a lot more fun
↪️ Arthurleclerc: If he has time with him I want too, but I want more time
↪️ Maxverstappen: I'm his fav uncle He will have more fun, he can play with baby P
↪️Lorenzolcr; I'm not going to argue I know I'm going to lose
↪️ YnVerstappen: Don't say that Lolo, You can spend all the time with him, we could spend couple time with Charles
↪️ CharlesLeclerc: yes yes couple time😏😏
↪️ Maxverstappen: FUCKING PERVERT STAY AWAY FROM MY SISTER
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Hiiii!! It is I, your annoying anon who's obsessed with piarles!!
I've been slightly deviated from my thoughts so now I can't stop thinking of a 3+1 piarles thing where pierre comes to realise that not only does he love charles as more than friends but also have ten fat babies with him
1. pierre is just scrolling through his phone after getting out of some work meetings while he waits for his lunch to be delivered when he sees that all four leclercs have uploaded something to their stories. he views charles' first ofcourse and it has him and his baby cousin romy, both of them slumped on the floor against the sofa with the biggest grins on their faces and a bunch of tea kettles and plates spread out in front of them. he could see the happiness radiating out of them and couldn't help but smile too! and then he sees lorenzo's story which is just charles & romy dead asleep on the couch, squished together with a caption of "both the kids were too tired after just one movies 🙄" which he laughs at and then he goes on to see arthur's story which is romy, charles & arthur eating a vanilla cone with charles having a bit of it on his nose, with the most happy smiles, captioned with a simple "when a child can be a less messy eater than the current f1 championship leader 🤭". pierre ofcourse takes a screenshot of it to tease charles later before finally viewing pascale's story which is a video of the leclerc brothers & romy watching frozen and charles is doing terrible ad libs and even worse dancing and he is trying to get romy to do the same while lolo & arthur nearly die from laughing at his antics
and pierre, he doesn't understand what he is feeling because while he should be laughing at his best friend fondly, he just feels a ache in his chest. and he has everything, he's doing great, alpine is better than mclaren and people are finally recognising his talents and he's getting his fuck you to red bull and his relationship with his family (and charles) has never been better but still. still he feels like something is missing but he doesn't understand
2. pierre feels like charles is trying to kill him for good because he shows up to the paddock with baby claire attached on his hip, one hand balancing her, one hand trying to swat at his friend riccardo who definitely said something teasing judging by how charles is blushing. pierre ofcourse knows everything about baby claire, about how she was basically charles' goddaughter as she is riccardo & martha's daughter, he had gotten every single update on her from when martha announced her pregnancy to when charles begged him to help choose some ferrari baby jerseys for the baby shower to when she was born and everything in between and after.
pierre is not the only one noticing ofcourse, that double dose of cuteness has every photographer rushing to capture that moment, has ferrari or even non-ferrari workers melt with how adorable it looks and pierre's heart aches but also swells of how wonderful of a dad charles is going to be, how he's definitely going to do this with his own daughter
charles comes to a stop beside him with baby c reaching up to grab his nose which makes him laugh out loud and charles is saying something but he can't hear it because his brain just keeps saying "this feels like family, this is how you imagined your family" and he can't think
later at night when a video of charles putting baby c in the cockpit of his car shows up, posted by ferrari, he shuts down Instagram and goes to sleep trying to think of nothing but seeing only charles' smile at baby c
3. there's a very young fan in the paddock, of the age where they are starting to learn and there's charles kneeling on the ground 5 feet away from him, encouraging him to walk to him. that fan's parents, dressed in red colours look like they're about to mesh into one with how close they're holding each other. that young fan does take his first steps towards charles who whoops and scoops him up in his arms, laughing and he barely hears the offhand comment charles makes on what a special place it is for the baby to take his first steps, a born tifoso and how it's a good omen for them this weekend
pierre feels his own mother come to a stand beside him and drawing him into a hug, just whispering a "i know mon couer, i know" and at that moment, pierre finally realised it. he now knows that he doesn't anybody else to coparent with charles other than him, that he wants this same family with charles, that he wants charles
+1
[NSFW scene, maybe a slight breeding kink?]
"I can't wait to have ten fat babies with you, you'll look so beautiful mon amour, you already have the natural glow" before pushing charles onto his bed.
anon im kissing you on the mouth for this. incredible scholarship. 10000/10 no notes just tears
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