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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 8 months

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8/9/19 - Charles Leclerc

You were sat in your seat in the stands, and you had literally paid your last cent to be there. The week before, Charles Leclerc had won in Spa, and you had booked a plane ticket, a hotel room and a seat at the Italian Grand Prix in Monza as soon as you turned the TV off.

Yes, it was only his first year with Ferrari, but you knew Charles was special, and so was this weekend. You knew he was going to do great things, and you thought this weekend was going to be one of them.

He had the whole Tifosi behind him, and the stands were like a sea of scarlet. On the formation lap, he waved to the crowd and you couldn't believe that you were actually there. Excitement fizzed in your veins and anticipation was bubbling in your chest.

They were off before you knew it, and you saw as Mercedes constantly trying to overtake him. Lewis and Valtteri were on his tail constantly, and they didn't want him anywhere near the front of the pack.

But your thoughts about him were right, he was special, and he did everything perfectly. Every move, every turn, every break and acceleration were pulled off immaculately, and having the crowd around you added to the magic even more.

They cheered every time Charles defended his position, and they were just as on edge as you were. Here they came, hurtling down the main straight, and there was silence until everyone's eyes simultaneously turned to the scoreboard, the checkered flag popping up to his name first, then Lewis and Valtteri.

Everyone jumped to their feet, screaming and cheering. The girl next to you pulled you into a hug and you had never even talked to her for the whole time you had been here. You hopped in each other's arms, unable to articulate how you truly felt.

You all had the same idea as you scrambled out of your seats and sprinted to the podium. You and the girl were holding hands as you ran there, needing to be front and center as Charles collected his trophy.

You had gotten pretty close to the front with her, and you were even more excited for this than you were for the race. Then finally, they announced your top three drivers, and Charles stood proudly on his top podium position.

The big, beaming smile on his face was priceless, and you wanted to freeze time and stay there forever. All you could see around you was the striking red of the Scuderia, and you were all desperate for the Monegasque and Italian anthems to be over.

He was handed his trophy, and he hoisted it in the air as you screamed and clapped as loud as you physically could. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and you could already feel your voice going hoarse.

Seeing him up there, shining in the sun of glory, just felt so right. It was like a King addressing his loyal people, and that was what you were. Seeing the red on the top spot of the podium was something you desperately wanted to get used to.

They were allowed to open their champagne after a while, and you were just close enough that you felt a few droplets of it splash on your face. There was confetti and champagne falling from the sky, and you could have swore you made eye contact with him for a split second.

It was just a second, not even that, but there was no mistaking those dazzling green eyes looking at you with all the joy in the world. It wasn't for you, but it might as well have been. This was officially the best day of your life, and you would remember this for the rest of your life.

Once Charles had retreated back inside, the fans were still buzzing and took a while to move with their flags and signs, giving you chance to talk to the girl who you had been holding onto for dear life for a while.

"Well hello," you smiled at her, but then immediately feared she didn't speak English. Your Italian wouldn't be enough to get by. "Hi, how are you?" she breathlessly said, taking a moment to compose herself after the madness that had just unfolded.

"I am brilliant, how are you?" you said, not releasing her hand from yours.

"I'm great, what's your name?" she smiled. She was stunning, with deep brown eyes and the most rich, chocolatey brown hair. "I'm Y/N, what about you?"

"I'm Adriana, I flew from Spain just to watch the race and it has paid off amazingly!" she giggled as the crowd slowly started to move towards the exit. "I flew from home to be here too! And I am so glad I did," you gushed, and you were still holding hands as you walked.

"I think today was the best day of my life," you muttered, everything that had happened was slowly sinking in. "Yeah, so do I," she agreed as your legs carried you aimlessly around the paddock. "Do you want to go out tonight to celebrate?" she asked, eyes wide.

"Yeah, I think that'd be great," you said, glad to have someone to celebrate this momentous occasion with you. "I know the best places around here, I come every year," she told you.

"Where's your hotel?" You asked.

"It is just around the corner, you can come back with me, you look like the same size as me," she gushed, and you already felt like you had found a close friend while you were here. "Sounds great," you smiled, completely ignoring everything you had been told about stranger danger in the past.

You walked into Adriana's hotel room, and it was bigger than yours and had plenty of space for the two of you to get ready in. "The closet is there, pick out whatever you want," she smiled, "I'm going to do my hair," she said, retreating into the bathroom.

Adriana's clothes were beautiful, and it was hard for you to pick just one thing to wear tonight. You ended up with a curve hugging, sequin covered gold dress that made you stand out from a mile away. And that was exactly what you wanted.

"And I thought that dress looked awful on everyone, turns out I was wronger than wrong," Adriana complimented, coming out of the bathroom with her hair and makeup already done. "Thanks, your clothes are stunning,"

"I try, I try. Can I do your hair? Please," she said, gently tugging you towards the vanity mirror that had a seat in front of it. "Sure," you said, sitting down at the mirror and looking at yourself. "OK, I have an idea," she said, softly teasing your hair out of the bobble that held it in place and grabbing two pieces from the front.

She braided them and brought them together behind your head. "Can I do your makeup too?" she asked, putting her hands on your shoulders. "As long as I get to pick what you wear," you bargained, and a smile formed on her face. "Deal," she said, lunging for the makeup on the table.

Adriana didn't hold back on the gold glitter over your eyes, and a gold shimmer on top of the soft blush on your cheeks. You both opted for the red lipstick as a homage to Ferrari from your day, and you were all done.

"Dress time!" You laughed, striding over to the wardrobe and scanning your eyes over the garments that she had in there. There was only one option, and you pulled it off the hanger and threw it at her.

It was a lot like yours, but in blue and green that twisted and mixed around her body. It really suited her skin tone and darker features, and she had already done her eyes in a light blue anyway, so the dress matched perfectly.

After some time, you were both ready and she lead you to the club you'd be celebrating at. The strobe lights fazed across the room as they moved over the grinding bodies of people dancing to the loud music.

"Dance with me chica!" Adriana yelled, dragging you into the mass of bodies and pulling you against her. Eventually, you had danced to the other side of the crowd and were on the edge of the dancefloor.

You couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes tracing up and down your figure as you swayed your hips to the music. You turned, but all you could see was the red rope that forbade people from going into the VIP section without access.

"I'm going to get a drink!" You yelled to Adriana, untangling yourself from the hoarde and making your way to the bar. Just as you could finally catch one of the bartenders eyes, the other bartender handed you what looked like a mojito.

"Sorry, I didn't order this," you said, pushing it back towards him.

"From the gentleman over there," he said, pointing you in the direction of a guy at the other end of the bar. He waved as you looked at him, but you couldn't make out his features. You held your glass up as a cheers, before taking a sip. You pointed over to the corner so that he knew where you'd be, and you went to sit down for a second.

You could already feel your skin feeling sticky with sweat as the club was boiling. Loads of bodies mashed together, respiring to keep going. Someone sat down in front of you, and you were slightly disappointed to see Adriana, a drink in her hand. "Let's raise a glass to Ferrari on three Y/N!" She shouted, getting ready to cheers. "3,2,1,"

"He won in Spa, he wins in Monza!" You both chanted, people casting you glances of confusion. Yet again, you felt a pair of eyes lingering on you, but you turned to see nothing but the shadowy figures in the VIP section. One of them raised a hand and sent a wave towards you, and the figure was the same one as at the bar.

You waved back, and this caught Adriana's attention. "Oooh, someone caught your eye?" She smirked.

"Just some guy who bought me a drink, he's through there somewhere," you said, pointing over to the VIP section.

"You wanna dance again? He might come to see you," she giggled, finishing off her drink as she stood from her seat. You nodded, finishing off your mojito as you shot a cheeky wink into the VIP section, having a feeling that he was watching you.

You danced with Adriana, laughing as you playfully grabbed each others hips. You had only known her for a few hours, but it felt like you had known her for years. Suddenly, she stopped moving completely and her eyes grew wide in surprise.

You felt a pair of hands firmly grip your waist and pull you back against the owner's chest. "Give yourself a minute, because I think you'll die," Adriana leant forward and whisper-shouted in your ear. She danced away through the crowd as you carried on swaying with the stranger.

The suspense would kill you if you waited any longer, so you turned around in the stranger's grip. You couldn't believe your eyes and your heart stopped thumping in your chest, the only vibrations pulsing through you being the drum of the bass in the music.

"You do like mojitos, right?" He smirked that dazzling smile and gazed at you with those emerald eyes you had seen directly in yours for a millisecond earlier that day. You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. "Yeah, I do," you spluttered, tentatively placing your hand on either shoulder.

"What's your name, pretty girl?" He asked, pulling your arms over his shoulders so your forearms rested on his shoulders. This felt more natural as you felt his hands slightly shift on your waist. You could feel the warmth of him through the fabric of your dress. "I'm Y/N," you stuttered, trying to snap out of the stupor that was convincing you that he was stood here, dancing with you.

"Well Y/N, I'm Charles and you are absolutely stunning," he smiled, pulling you as close as you could. "What would you say if I asked you and your friend to come and spend some time with me and my friends?" He asked, and you could tell he was just asking. It didn't feel like he was trying to pressure you, and he wouldn't take it personally if you said no.

There was no chance in hell that you were saying no.

"Yeah, sounds great. I'll go get her," you said, and you saw that smile again. And you had put that on his face. You had. And that feeling was unlike anything else.

"OK, come straight through, we're the only ones in there. They guys will let you in. We'll see you in a bit," he said, winking at you. You nearly melted on the spot and you still couldn't believe it was happening. "Oh my fucking god Y/N!" Adriana screamed, shaking your shoulders, "That was Charles Leclerc! He just danced with you,"

"And we're going to the VIP section with him and his friends!" You screamed, the two of you squealing and jumping up and down. You grabbed her hand and dragged her through to the red rope. "Sorry ladies, no passes, no entry," the burly bouncer said, stepping in your way. Adriana looked at you in panic, but you had already spotted your knight in shining armour coming to your rescue.

"Hey, they're with me," Charles said, unclipping the rope and standing aside for you. "Ladies first," he said, letting you through.

"Thank you," you smiled, walking through as he slung an arm around your shoulder. There was a dance floor in the VIP section, but it only had a few of Charles' friends on it. "Can I get a drink for you lovely ladies?" One of Charles' friends came over to you.

"I'll come with you," Adriana said, latching onto the blonde guy's arm.

"I'll get you a drink in a bit, but do you want to dance?" Charles asked, moving his arm from your shoulder to your waist. His touch was like electricity and there were sparks every time his fingertips brushed over your skin. "You think I'm going to say no?" You laughed, taking his hand and pulling him there quicker.

"I hoped you wouldn't," he said, pulling you in close again. His fingers trailed over your waist and down to your hips as they roamed your body. The music was quieter here, so it allowed you to think better.

You had seen him earlier, celebrating a win that would go down in the history books as one of the greatest, and now you were here, dancing with him with his hands on you. "Could I just," he started, leaning down.

He didn't need to finish his request, you already knew what he wanted, and you were happy to give it to him. You closed the gap between your lips, and his were soft, gentle. You wanted to pinch yourself, just to make sure this wasn't some dream.

But when you pulled back and saw the look in his eyes, you knew you weren't dreaming. It was like your hearts beat to the same drum. His eyes flitted around your face, searching for any sign of discomfort or unwillingness.

Instead, he was met with a huge, insuppressible grin. He dove back in again, with more hunger, with more passion as you tangled your fingers in his hair. "Come back with me?" He asked, and it sounded more like he was pleading with you.

"Let me tell Adriana I'm going, OK?" You nodded, and he let you go without a second thought. It had only just dawned on his where he recognised you from. He had seen you at the race. That meant you already knew who he was.

Well, he should have guessed that by the reaction he received from you when you first saw him. It was something about the bright scarlet on your lips that made him crazy.

"Hey Adriana? I'm going back with Charles now," you told her, finding her draped over Charles' blonde friend. She had a dazed look on her face, and you could tell they were both drunk out of their minds. "I'll text you tomorrow, alright?"

"Yeah, enjoy," she giggled, winking at you. "Hey, Y/N, what day is it?" she slurred, obviously not in the state of mind to be asking normal questions. You glanced over to the door, where you saw Charles.

He was leant against the wall, his crisp shirt slightly wrinkled and his jacket slung over his shoulder. You still couldn't believe he was there, and you were going home with him. He smiled that smile that could melt your heart in an instant, and you thanked your lucky stars.

Someone was certainly watching out for you that night.

You pulled your phone out of your bag, and you couldn't help but smile as you saw the 8/9/19 at the top. "This is the best day of my life,"

A/N - Mercedes threw everything at him, Charles Leclerc has coped brilliantly! HE WON IN SPA, HE WINS IN MONZA! CHARLES LECLERC HAS WON THE 2019 ITALIAN GRAND PRIX!

Yes, that was the best day of my life.

(P.S Suggestions are open 💖)

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itsgxsly · 1 year

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Summary: The drivers on the grid and many of the fans can't help but notice all the similarities between Charlotte and y/n, Arthur's girlfriend. It turns out that the Leclerc brothers have very similar tastes

Pairing: arthur leclerc x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 658

The similarities between the two youngest of the Leclerc’s were obvious. Similar faces with puppy eyes and charming smiles, an attitude that made anyone fall in love and that Monegasque touch that gave the perfect point. But what went unnoticed outside of public life was that Charles and Arthur not only clashed physically and mentally from time to time, they had very similar tastes.

That fact came to light the first time Arthur Leclerc took his girlfriend to see his brother's Italian GP. Charles wanted to have his family there for the Ferrari team's home race, and clearly his sister-in-law was also on the list.

You met the whole Leclerc family after a year dating Arthur, but out of all of them, the person you clicked on quickly was Charlotte, Charles's girlfriend. You assumed that she went because being an only child, you found that fraternal feeling that you didn't have in your chilhood, in Charlotte. The girl welcomed you like a little sister from the first moment. She had even started guiding you in the world of fashion and social media, making the entire Leclerc family smile at how alike you two were even if you didn't share blood.

On Friday you arrived with Arthur at the Paddock going to the Ferrari garage. You haven't seen Charles and Charlotte for a long time and you missed the couple. You quickly spotted the aforementioned next to Charles checking his cell phone. You trotted up to her and she looked up from her and you both locked in an excited hug, almost jumping in the middle of the garage. Arthur and Charles looked at each other after greeting, a little confused but touched by your relationship. Charles had to admit that his young sister-in-law looked adorable dressed almost exactly like his girlfriend, in a blue dress with wide sleeves and ruffles, black ankle boots on her feet. Arthur had told you that morning that he had to thank Charlotte for making you wear that outfit that make you look so beautiful that day.

While the four of you were talking, more like you and Charlotte were talking and Charles and Arthur were watching commenting from time to time, you ignored the cameras and some fans who saw the scene of the two girls and the two brothers so similar to each other. Arthur and you were like a mini copy of Charles and Charlotte and thousands of photos were already swarming the internet commenting on how cute it was that you looked so much like Charlotte or how the Leclercs shared a clear common prototype.

When you returned to the hotel after practices that day, your instagram full of mentions and with many photos posted to your stories, in the Ferrari garage, Charlotte and you and some with Arthur, you were ready to look at many of the mentions of your followers today while you waited for Arthur to go to sleep with you. You smiled a little embarrassed at the pictures of the four of you and you and Charlotte complimenting the two of you and saying how adorable you looked being a little copy of her.

"What are you smiling at?" Arthur's voice snapped you out of your reverie.

“From the photos they took of us this morning. Look, they say we look like a mini copy of Charlotte and your brother” you showed him the photos on your phone.

You watched them for a while, liking a few and sending one to Charlotte and Charles, who had to agree with the fans that you looked pretty alike. With that in mind, you and Arthur went to sleep, resting well for tomorrow's qualifying.

You liked having found a family in the Leclercs and in Charlotte, they were part of the important people in your life and you felt proud that they told you that you looked like such a good and admirable woman as Charlotte could be.

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