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clxja16 · 1 year

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Our Life

Pierre Gasly x Reader

Genre: established relationship, parents au!, dad Pierre

Warnings: angst, yelling, arguing

Word Count: 1.5K+

Author's Note: I realize this is probably the most I have ever posted here. and this is probably the first time I have two different 'on-going' stories out at the same time. well I had this idea for a while, except it was with Charles and I can't keep posting things with Charles man. but this concept works with Pierre so yeah. I don't think there will be a part two, unless you guys absolutely beg for a part two but there's a happy ending so yeah. also Idk if this is a fear for a lot of people or if im just being irrational, because its definitely a fear for me lol. anyway enjoy reading, pls let me know what you think.

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“If I want my son at the race then he will be at the race,” Pierre spoke loudly as he tried to get his point across to you.

“Pierre, he’s only 10 months, I don’t think a race track when cars are flying past is the best idea for him,” you matched Pierre’s volume, you couldn’t understand why he just wouldn’t get it.

“He can wear a headset, just like all the other drivers' kids do, I want my son at the race with me,” Pierre wouldn’t let it go.

“No Pierre, I don’t want him there, and I don’t want all the media with pictures of our son, we’ll be…”

“You don’t have to come this weekend, but my son will be there this weekend, nanny can come with him.”

“Pierre you’re not getting it, I don’t think that's the best environment for our son, right now, maybe when he’s a little older.”

“y/n what do you think is gonna happen to him?”

“I don’t know,” you shook your head at this point, “anything could happen to him, I don’t wanna risk it.”

Pierre sighed, running his hands through his hair, “he’s coming to the race this weekend, he’s my son…”

“OUR SON,” you shouted at the top of your lungs, cutting Pierre as the tears finally escaped you, “he is our son.”

The sound of the baby crying coming through the monitor stopped you from continuing on. You and Pierre both sighed, knowing that you’re shouting at each other is what woke him. “Let me…” Pierre spoke up first.

You waved your hand to dismiss him, “I’ll get him.” You quickly exited your shared bedroom with Pierre and made your way to the nursery, wiping away the escaped tears. Down the hall, before you entered the nursery you took a deep breath, calming your racing heart.

“Hi boy,” you spoke softly to the crying baby, picking him up. You held him close to you, afraid that he would be taken away. You closed your eyes, breathing him in, your perfect son. You cradled him in your arms, rocking him back to sleep. You watched him sleepily yawn, he had his father’s eyes. Eyes you loved very much.

“Dear,” Marta called out to you. Marta was an older woman that Pierre hired as a housekeeper to help around the house. Marta didn’t have any kids, her husband had died many years ago. She became a mother to you, since your mother wasn’t anywhere near.

“Marta,” you sighed, “I’m sorry, did me and Pierre wake you?” Because it’s only Marta by herself, Pierre had her move into the downstairs bedroom, it’s especially helpful when Pierre is away during the season.

“Don’t worry about me, I can sleep plenty when I’m no longer here,” Marta smiled, taking a seat next to you in the nursery, “what’s bothering you?”

You shook your head, as you smiled at your little boy in your arms, “Pierre wants to take the boy to Monza this weekend, and I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“That’s not it,” Marta said, as she gave you a look. A look a mother gives when she knows her child is lying.

You felt the tears begin to well in your eyes, “he’s our son.” You whisper into the night, like the words are a sin. You look up at Marta, meeting her kind eyes, her eyes telling you to continue you on. “He’s our son,” you speak a little louder, as the tears fall, “he’s not just Pierre’s son, he’s my son too.”

“I see,” Marta hums, nodding her head, “and? Why does that bother you?”

“He’s all I have left Marta.” You pulled the baby closer to you. “He’s all I have.” You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. You breathed him in, you burned this moment to your memories. You treat this as if it’s your last moment with your son. You opened your eyes looking at Marta, “He’s all I have. You know, when I got pregnant, it wasn’t planned. It was an accident, me and Pierre had only been together for just under two years. But we said we were gonna do this, we were gonna have this kid and raise him together. Pierre makes more money than me.” You took another deep breath, trying to gather all your thoughts. “I had a good job, a place of my own, but there was no way I could raise a child by myself, and I couldn’t expect Pierre to move. He lives in Milan because it’s best for his career, he was set up already. I gave up all that I had, so he could be in his son’s life, and maintain his career.”

“You regret that?”

“No, no, never, Pierre is so good with him. He’s such a good father,” you smiled at the thought of Pierre with the boy. “But I’m so scared Marta.” you felt guilty for even speaking your feelings aloud. “Everything belongs to Pierre. I live in Pierre’s house, I drive Pierre’s cars, I fly on Pierre’s dime, I am completely dependent on Pierre. We’re not married, I own nothing, all I have is this boy, and Pierre has all the power to take him away.”

“You think…”

“I know,” you spoke quickly, “I know Pierre wouldn’t just randomly kick me out, but that doesn’t mean I don’t fear the possibility.” You felt the hot strikes of your tears, “If Pierre doesn’t want me anymore, I won’t have anything. I have no money to my name, I have no job, no place to stay, I have nothing without Pierre. If he decides he no longer wants me, I have no way to support myself or go back home.”

“That possibility scares you?”

“It does, and everytime we argue, he reminds me of that possibility, by saying ‘my son.’ He’s not his son, he’s our son, our child. Both mine and his, our son, together.”

“Oh dear,” Marta sighed, as she stood, pulling you close to her standing figure.

“Is it wrong to be scared?” you asked as you silently sobbed, holding your son closer to you.

“No dear, it’s not wrong to be scared, it’s the world we live in.” Marta said, as she held onto you tightly, wishing she could take away your fears. She wondered where in her lifetime did she go wrong? Why do the women of today have the same fears as the women of before?

Little to your knowledge, Pierre had overheard your conversation with Marta. And he thought how could he be so stupid? How did he not realize how damaging his words were? How did he not realize the weight they carried? How could he allow this to happen? He mentally slapped himself over and over again for not realizing his mistake. Our son, the boy, was your’s and Pierre’s son.

“Pierre, where are we going?” you asked as you sat in the passenger seat, as Pierre drove.

“To do something I should’ve done a long time ago,” Pierre said, as he pulled into a parking garage.

“Isn’t this your lawyers’ law firm?” you asked, as Pierre parked the car.

“Yes,” Pierre answered, as he made his way around the car to open the door for you.

“What are we doing here?”

“You’ll see,” Pierre said, taking your arm, as the two of you walked into the building lobby. You silently followed after Pierre, as he made through the lobby, up the elevator and to his lawyer’s office. You watched him exchange a few words with the man behind the desk, before the two of you took a seat, opposite of the lawyer. “I’m sorry these changes are a bit spur of the moment, but it’s something I should have done a long time ago.”

“Since the house is paid off, it was actually really easy changes,” the lawyer spoke before setting down paperwork before you and Pierre. “I’ll just need you both to sign on the line, and initially at the tabs.”

“Pierre what is this?” you asked, picking up the paperwork before.

“I’m putting your name on the house,” Pierre said, as he signed his set of paperwork.

“What?” you asked, as you threw the papers back on the desk, as if they were burning your hands. “Pierre this is a big thing, that’s your house…”

“Our,” Pierre said, correcting your statement. The one word had you shutting your mouth.

“Huh?”

“Our house,” Pierre said, as he set his paperwork and pen down, “We have a son together, and our son needs a home. We need a home for our family. This house can be our home, together. y/n, I should have done this when you gave up everything for me, for our family together. I am sorry this is so late, too late, but I want it to be our home together. This is our life together, none of this mine anymore.”

You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face even if the devil himself appeared before you. You signed away at the line and initialed at all the tabs. You were so grateful that Pierre was willing to share his life with you. “You know, you could’ve just asked me to marry you,” you joked as you and Pierre made your way back to the car.

“I am, I’m just going to do it right,” Pierre smirked at you, “plus it actually doesn’t cost money to add someone’s name to the deed of a house, when the house is paid off.”

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jackhues · 2 months

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YOU SUCK AT UNO - PADDOCK PASS, BABY [ PART THREE ]

in which y/n plays the part of best friend and professional gaslighter for the weekend (saudi arabia 24)

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y/nhamilton: death, taxes, and doriane (MY BESTIE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD) winning races

tagged: lewishamilton, doriane_pin, georgerussel63

pinned y/nhamilton: also, shoutout susie for being the best in the whole world and letting me sit in the car !!!! -> username: susie supremacy

doriane_pin: i love you 🤍 -> y/nhamilton: love you more 💜 -> username: my roman empire i love this duo -> username: my roman empire is how good these two could've been in the f1 academy together -> username: OMG I NEVER REALIZED I NEEDED THAT -> username: y/n doesn't race? -> username: no, she started karting but apparently she was never insanely interested in it. so lewis told her she didn't have to do it anymore and they stopped

doriane_pin: THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND -> y/nhamilton: stopppp, you got me blushing and shii

mercedesamgf1: woo go doriane!!!

f1: congrats doriane!!

y/nhamilton

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y/nhamilton: signing out from saudi arabia 💜

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pinned y/nhamilton: also shoutout to ollie for absolutely crushing it!! pierre, you need to get better at uno asap. and @/carlossainz55 ⭐⭐ -> carlossainz55: 🌟🌟

olliebearman: thanks y/n!!

username: i love how the entire grid is just praising ollie this weekend

pierregasly: you play uno wrong -> y/nhamilton: no. you're just bad -> lewishamilton: i should've warned you about this -> pierregasly: yeah you should've -> username: all hail our gaslighting queen y/n hamilton liked by y/nhamilton

charles_leclerc: where are my flowers? -> lewishamilton: you're not my daughter -> charles_leclerc: which means i didn't force you to wear clip on earrings after races when i was a kid. i think i deserve some flowers -> y/nhamilton: seb your kid is trying to steal my dad again -> username: i love everything about this

logansargeant: 🌴🌴

maxverstappen1: no podium picture? -> y/nhamilton: no.

oscarpiastri: can i have my cap back? -> y/nhamilton: tell lando to give me my bracelet back -> landonorris: it's my bracelet now -> y/nhamilton: noooooooooooo -> oscarpiastri: i literally just wanted my hat back guys -> username: poor oscar getting caught in the crossfire

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mariclerc · 3 months

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Family cuddles | pg10

Summary: Your little girl decides to interrupt the peace and quiet of the morning. Warning: None, just you and Pierre being sweethearts.

a/n: dedicated and requested by: @martaaairwin1994-blog

Sunlight streams through the blinds, painting warm stripes across the bed where you and Pierre lie intertwined. The air is thick with the quiet contentment of a shared morning. Pierre, still half-asleep, mumbles something unintelligible against his girlfriend's neck.

“Mornin', sleepyhead.” you say with a smile.

Pierre stirs, his eyes fluttering open. He smiles at her, that easy, charming smile that makes her heart clench.

“Morning, beautiful. Sleep well?”

“Like a baby. You?”

“Like a king. Though, maybe a king with a tiny princess ruling over him.”

He gestures towards the doorway, where your almost! three-year-old daughter, Lucille, peeks in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She's wearing mismatched socks and a giant T-shirt that swallows her whole, but her grin is infectious.

“Peek-a-boo papa!”

“Luci! Come here, you little monkey!” you said squealing.

Lucille squeals with delight and launches herself onto the bed, landing with a soft thud between her parents. Pierre scoops her up, showering her face with kisses.

“Good morning, sunshine! Did you sleep well?” Pierre asks her.

“Yes, Papa! I had a dream about bunnies and fluffy clouds.” She giggles.

“Sounds magical. What did the bunnies do?” you asked curiously.

“They flew on the clouds! And they sang a song about carrots.” She said shyly.

Pierre and his girlfriend exchange a fond look. Lucille's boundless imagination never fails to amuse them.

“Sounds like a pretty cool dream. Maybe we can draw a picture of it later?”

“Yes! And we can color the bunnies pink!” Luci says while clapping her hands.

“Pink bunnies, huh? Sounds perfect.” You say with a smile at your daughter's creativity.

Lucille nestles closer to her mother, her soft breaths tickling her skin. Her girlfriend smiles, wrapping an arm around her daughter's small frame. Pierre joins them, his hand finding hers, creating a warm circle of love. The morning sun paints the room in a golden glow, casting long shadows across the bed.

“I love you, Mama.” Lucille mumbles.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Always and forever.”

Lucille's breathing becomes even, the rhythmic rise and fall a soothing lullaby. Pierre watches them, his heart swelling with a love he never thought possible. He remembers the countless sleepless nights, the endless diaper changes, the moments of pure exhaustion. But looking at them now, bathed in the quiet contentment of morning, he wouldn't trade it for anything.

“You're incredible.” He says as he kisses your forehead.

“We're incredible together, don't you think?” You smile sleepily.

Their fingers intertwine, a silent promise of shared dreams and unwavering support. The silence is broken only by the soft chirping of birds outside the window and the gentle hum of the refrigerator downstairs. It's a simple moment, yet it holds the weight of a thousand unspoken words.

“Remember when we were young and carefree?” Pierre whispers.

“Barely remembers yesterday, let alone years ago!” you chuckled.

“I meant carefree in a good way. No responsibilities, just us.”

“And now we have the biggest responsibility of all, but the best kind.”

“You're right. Being her parents, watching her grow each day, it's the most rewarding thing in the world.”

They fall silent again, their thoughts turning to their future as a family. The little girl nestled between them is a constant reminder of the journey they've shared, the obstacles they've overcome, and the love that binds them together. The sun climbs higher, painting the room in a brighter light, signaling the start of a new day. But for now, they hold onto this precious moment, a stolen cuddle in the morning sun, a testament to the enduring power of love and family.

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libraryofloveletters · 9 months

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New Year, New Challenges.

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Warnings: heavy content warning ahead! - all the children are over 18!, cheating/publicized cheating, swearing, fights, separation of parents/divorce, alcohol and the consumption of, pregnancy mentions, abortions and medication relating to said topic, lots of tears, a few punches are thrown, throwing up, blood mentions, family therapy sessions, the dads are in over their heads, Charles is bamboozled as is Carlos and Pierre (all separate reasons), drunk teenagers, google translated French and Spanish.

Word Count: 4.9k

Author’s Note: so many of you guys have been asking for an update to daddy and me + three, so here it is! it's a jam packed on so hopefully this holds y’all over lmao - there is heavy content in this, please check warnings before reading.

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Oliver’s 19th birthday was set to be an affair as dramatic as he was; booze, flair and fun was what the invite read when he showed you a few weeks back.

As most events started, all of the children rounded up at the Leclerc house and headed out from there, the 6 of them heading to dinner with Georgina and Adrian meeting them there before they head to the club for the night.

It was approaching 3:30 in the morning when the front door swung open - you, Charles and Carlos were all sitting in the kitchen. Sofia’s voice was coming from the foyer, the intensity matches the clicks of her heels on the tile floors.

Her father was waiting for her, the two of them would be on a flight heading to Spain in a few hours for her grandfather’s birthday. Hence why he was at yours, knowing that the kids would be getting in late and he figured it was best for her to freshen up by yours and head to the airport from there.

What he wasn’t expecting were the words coming out of her mouth; “fuck you Christopher! You’re just like my fucking father. I refuse to end up like my mother.”

The look of sheer mortification that covered her face when she saw her father in the kitchen was enough to make her sick to her stomach; the sudden taste of tequila creeps up the back of her throat before she runs out the backdoor.

You could see the horror on Carlos’s face, the heartbreak setting in but her words replaying in his head as he realized what she said to Christopher, the man in the doorway.

“You cheated on my daughter?!” Carlos shouts at him, already out of his seat. Charles was up right after him, putting himself between his son and his friend.

Charles looks at you, his hands against his friend’s shoulders to push him back. Christopher was already rattling on an explanation to Carlos as soberly as he could and you took that as your chance to go out and check on Sofia.

“Sof?” You called, stepping into the yard.

The soft sniffles came from the swing set in the corner of the yard; you could see a figure in the dark, the light on the back patio brightened the yard just enough to make her out. As you made your way over to her, you thought back to the time she was 6 years old and Christopher had broken her favourite doll. She was in fits until Charles glued it back together for her but the entire time, she hid outside on the swings.

“Darling,” you rested a gentle hand on your shoulder, careful not to startle her. She turned to you in tears, her makeup smudged as she wiped her face with the back of her hand.

You can’t help but feel sorry for the girl, your heart breaking into pieces when you pull her into a hug. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled into your chest as you rubbed her back.

You sat next to her on the empty swing. “What for?”

“For causing a scene, I didn’t mean to lose it like that.”

“It’s okay,” you reached over to pat her hand. “You’ve got your father’s flare for dramatics.” You joked, hoping to lighten the mood. The mention of her father caused the tears to start again and you’ve gotten up, hugging the girl once again.

“I didn’t know he was there.”

“I know, and it's okay. He knows you didn’t mean it to hurt him.” You looked down at the girl, your hands cupping her face; she looked so innocent and little. You can feel the pieces of your heart breaking as you look at her. “It's okay to be mad at your dad, given everything that’s happened.. and Christopher too.”

You weren’t even sure if he did cheat on her, you prayed to god that he didn’t but the last thing she needed at the moment was you taking his side over hers.

Sofia has had a hard few months; her father’s cheating was publicized all over the news in Spain and all over social media through the racing community, her parents’ picture-perfect marriage fell apart in front of her and she watched as her mother packed her bags, along with her sisters and moved back home to Spain. Sofia stayed in Monaco for school and her father stayed with her; despite the cheating, which she knew he did, she didn’t side with her mother.

She had always been Carlos’s favourite and she knew as much - it wasn’t fair to her for her to feel like she couldn't be mad at him because of that.

“I know I should hate him,” she sniffled, pulling away from you. “I can’t.. he’s my dad.”

“I know baby, I know.” You wiped her face with the inner side of your shirt. “Do you want to talk to him? I can ask him to come out here.”

“Could you?”

“Of course,” you smiled at the girl, kissing her forehead before walking back to the house.

The three men were all on guard, waiting for one of the three to swing first. It felt a bit odd to be walking into something like that but you cleared your throat when you walked through the back door.

“She wants to talk to you.” You say and Christopher takes a step towards you but you hold your hand out to stop him. “Not you,” you turn to Carlos, “you.”

In the moments it takes you to tell Carlos what Sofia said, Charles is pulling Christopher away to the living room. You follow them once the backdoor slides shut.

“You cheated on her?” You started on your son, “I cannot fucking believe you’d do that to her!”

“Mom, I didn’t-”

“Christopher, do not lie to me. Sofia is the best thing to happen to you, that girl has been in love with you since you were ten years old and you cheated on her? What quick fuck could possibly be worth breaking her heart?!”

“Maman!!” Christopher shouts, his French coming out when he was flustered. “I did not cheat on her!”

You looked at Charles, your husband silent as he listened to his son explain for the second time since he got home what had gone down that night. “Sofia was getting a drink and Georgina comes up to me-”

The mention of your son’s best friend puts you on edge; she’s a wonderful girl but you knew Sofia was wary of her and Christopher does stupid things when he’s drunk.

“She was pissed, drunk like there’s no tomorrow and she was asking about Adrain who was nowhere to be found. I couldn’t leave her like that, ma. I had to help her, so she's clinging to me and I'm practically holding her at this point and I drag her through the club to find Adrian. Sofia saw us and assumed something had happened between us; that we kissed. “

“And.. did you.. kiss?” You looked at him, hoping for a no.

Christopher shook his head, “ew no! I love Georgina like a sister, mom. I would never cross that line, even if I was drunk. That’s disgusting.”

You let out a breath of relief you weren’t even aware you were holding. Charles reaches out for you, his hand on your back when you pinched the bridge of your nose.

These kids will be the death of you.

“Chris, I love you but sometimes I wonder how you get yourself into these stupid situations.”

“What was I supposed to do, mom? Leave my best friend drunk and alone?”

“No, you did the right thing but you knew this is something that’s sensitive to Sof; give her time to cool off before you talk to her, let her fix things with her dad, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nods, sighing. You give his arm a squeeze, turning back to look at your husband and before you could speak, the front door is being swung open again.

Eloise is singing Elton John’s I'm still standing on the top of her lungs and terribly off key - something she picked up from her father- but it was beyond obvious that the girl was drunk.

Charles is rushing over to Anthony, the boy struggling to keep his girlfriend up as she was over his shoulder.

You knew your husband was as pissed off as Ellie was drunk but he needed to hold it together.

She’s his baby, she always will be even though she’s 18 now and old enough to drink; he knew she did it but he never expected her to come up drunk off her ass.

“What happened?” He asked, helping Anthony put her down. The boy looked like he was about to collapse as well - surely he was drunk too, just not as bad as Eloise was.

“Uncle Cha, I don’t even know man.” He ran a hand down his face, “she was beside me and next thing you knew, she was drunk and dancing with some girl she just met. I don’t know when she had time to take all of those shots.”

Charles looked back at you, giving you a glare as you pursed your lips and looked away; there were many evenings before all of you had children that Pierre and Charles would have to carry you out the club after you had drunk your body weight in liquor.

The girl dropped herself against her father when she realized he’s there. “Hi papa!” She grinned at him, goofily you might add.

His face twists when he smells the liquor on him but he still brushes the hair away from her face as he used to do when she was little. “Ma belle, what happened?”

She shrugs, “dunno daddiooooo.”

You bit back a chuckle, noticing a shadow coming from the front door - you really needed to lock your door.

“Oh tu es là, bien.” (oh there you are, good.) Pierre pats his son on the shoulder. You looked at your husband’s best friend, confused as to why he's at your house at 4 in the morning.

“Anto said they were coming here, I figured I'd come and see if you needed help with the kids,” he fills you in and Ellie turns in her father’s arms when she hears the familiar voice.

“Uncle Pierre!” She squeals, stumbling towards her boyfriend’s father.

The Frenchman catches the girl, glancing at you the same way your husband did minutes ago when she clings to him. “Quelqu'un s'est amusé ce soir, pas vous ? Je peux sentir l'alcool, ma chérie.” (Somebody had fun tonight, didn't you? I can smell the liquor, sweetheart.)

She giggled at her uncle, holding onto him. “Oui, enfin du bon fun.” (Yes, finally some good fun.)

Charles had looked more worried now than he did when he found the pregnancy test in her room. Pierre gives his friend a look, “I got her,” he tells him, picking up the girl.

He held her, carrying her like a princess as she used to say as a kid when Pierre took her to bed; some things never changed. Anthony followed his father upstairs while you comforted your husband over the changing of times. He went to check on Carlos and Sofia while you got some water and something for Ellie to eat to sober up.

Pierre puts the girl down on her bed, pulling her shoes off so she can get comfortable. Anthony replaces his father by her bedside while he goes to get the trash can.

Eloise reaches for her boyfriend’s hand, looking at him with eyes full of tears.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, knuckles brushing over her soft cheek. She sniffles, holding back the tears.

“I wish I had kept it,” Eloise whispers to him and Anthony looks at the girl, confused. “Wish you kept what, amour?”

“The baby.”

Pierre was right outside her door but he froze, off to the side as he heard the words; he knew he should leave, he shouldn't be listening to their conversation but he couldn't pull himself away.

“What baby, Eloise?” Anthony’s eyes scan her face for some sort of an answer.

“Our baby.”

“We never had a baby.”

“We almost did.” She whispers to him, the tears rolling down her face.

“Wha- the test was negative, Ellie. You weren’t pregnant. You’re drunk, mon ange. Get some rest, you don’t know what you’re talk-”

“I was pregnant, Anthony.” Eloise stops him, forcing herself to sit up. “The test my dad found.. that was after.”

Anthony’s brain is running in overdrive, his heart pumping out of his chest as he takes in all the information she dropped on him. “After what?” He asks and she doesn’t answer.

He grabbed her hand, pulling slightly to get her focus back. “After what, Eloise?”

Her eyes met his ocean blue ones, the same eyes she could see her whole future in and now, it felt as if it was disappearing from her.

“Eloise, answer me.”

“After the abortion.”

Anthony sat there in silence; his head spinning as he tried to make sense of it. She was pregnant with his baby, their baby and she.. got rid of it?

It didn’t make sense.

Eloise loved him and Anthony loved her, she’d never do that.

The tears rolled down her fair cheeks, her hands gripping his wrists. “Anto.. please, say something.”

“You were pregnant, with our baby.” He finally brings himself to speak. She nods, unable to talk without breaking down further into tears. “Why.. Why didn’t you tell me? Did you tell anyone?”

“Gabe knew,” she whispers, “he took me.”

Anthony was seeing red at this point; partly toward Eloise for getting the abortion and not telling him but mostly towards his brother in law for taking her. Anthony loved Eloise with every fibre of his being, he'd give his life for hers if that meant she'd be happy; he would have dropped everything to raise a family with her.

HIs heart shattered into a million pieces over what could have been.

He didn’t stop to think how she must have felt to go through that alone when he stormed out the room. “Anthony, please!” She shouted after him, far too weak to get up.

Anthony sees his father by Eloise’s room when he rounds the corner to the stairs. Pierre gave his son an apologetic look, his own sense of distraught coming into play for both his son and his son’s girlfriend.

The man finds her in tears, her hand pressed to her chest as she tries to breathe. Pierre rushes to her side, holding her as he rubbed her back; “slow breaths, princess. In and out. I'm right here.”

Anthony’s heavy footsteps caused Charles to look into the hallway, about to shout for the boy but he was already out the door, the wooden door slamming shut.

“Jesus,” you huffed, looking from the kitchen. “What was that about?” You asked your husband, the man glanced at you, the door and then up the stairs.

You can see his train of thought in front of you and you’re behind him the moment he heads up the stairs. Charles is rushing into the room, sitting on the other side of Eloise, both her father and his best friend doting over the girl. You wanted to join them but you stayed by the end of the bed, figuring that she’d been a bit of space.

Judging by the look on her face and who just ran out the front door, you were almost certain you knew what had happened upstairs.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Charles rubbed her arm. She can't bring herself to speak, looking at you to fill in her father. Charles follows her glance and looks at you, “babe.. what’s-”

“Was it the..” you trailed off, and she nodded.

Pierre takes that as his sign to step out, giving you two some privacy with your daughter. “She had an abortion, Charles.”

The shock was written across your husband’s face but he said nothing, instead he held your daughter as she cried.

He was in shock; he didn’t even know she was pregnant and you knew? You never said anything to him but that was a conversation between you two best left for another time.

Charles goes to say something to you but there’s a loud shout coming from outside and you rush over to the window, checking to see what it was. The boys were shouting at each other, Gabriel on the floor with Anthony screaming at him.

You look back at your husband, yet another wordless exchange and you rush downstairs.

Outside, the scene unfolds; Anthony punches Gabriel square across the jaw when he sees him. “What the fuck?!” Oliver shouts, helping his boyfriend up.

“Why the fuck did you punch me?” Gabriel groaned, rubbing his jaw.

Anthony’s cheeks were covered in tears, the blind rage he was in fuelling his hatred for Gabriel at the moment. “How could you do that? To me? To your sister?” He shouted, going to hit Gabriel again.

Oliver looks between the men, realizing he's clearly missing a piece of the puzzle. “Babe, what did you do?” He asked, a bit afraid of the answer he was about to get.

Anthony answers for him; “he took her for an abortion.”

“Ellie was pregnant ?” Oliver turned to Gabriel, the surprise in his tone and on his face showed Anthony that it was in fact a secret.

Gabriel doesn’t even have the chance to answer when Anthony swings on him again. Gabriel reacts quickly, punching Anthony before he can get to him. Pierre was coming out when he heard the noise, as was Carlos from the back yard.

“Hey!” Pierre shouts, you watched from the front step unsure what to do. “Charles!” You shouted from your husband, “hurry!” You shouted again.

Christopher takes this as his chance to see what was happening, slipping past you when he sees the fight. You couldn’t even grab him, the younger twin rushing to defend his brother. Carlos and Pierre are trying to pull them apart, Sofia was shouting at them to stop and poor Oliver was sick, the boy hunched over in your bushes, throwing up what was consumed at the club. Charles comes down and rushes out when he sees them, you walk over to check on Oliver.

At some point after Oliver stops puking, the dads manage to separate the boys; Chris with his father, Gabriel with Carlos and Anthony with Pierre.

There’s two people walking up your driveway; Georgina and Adrian.

It was nearly 6am now, the sun starting to cast an orangish hue over Monaco and you needed everyone inside before the streets got busy again. You hold Oliver’s arm to keep him up, “alright that’s enough! Everyone in the fucking house!” You finally raised your voice despite all the chaos, sending everyone into the house.

The front door was locked after you walked in; a part of you wanted to put a no strays sign considering the amount of drama you’ve had over the last two hours.

With all the noise, Ellie had come down and ended up joining all of you in the living room. All 8 kids squished onto the couch and on the floor in front of it as you and the dads watched from the fireplace.

Per usual, they've left you to clean the mess - starting off the makeshift family therapy session.

“We're gonna solve this in order, okay? I don’t want to hear a word until you're spoken too.” The kids nod, all of them feeling some sense of shame, but they sat there quietly.

You turned to Anthony, “why’d you punch Gabriel?”

“Because of..” he trailed off, not wanting to air his dirty laundry to those who didn’t already know.

Those who knew, understood why he acted the way he did.

Eloise looked sick, like she was gonna throw up all over the rug and her brother noticed as much, Christopher wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her shoulder, handing her his water bottle. Gabriel butts in, defending himself and his sister. “You can’t be mad, Anto. I only did what was asked of me, I never forced anything on her. She knew if she wanted to keep it, we would have helped her.”

Anthony looked over at his girlfriend, the sadness and regret mixed across her face.

She had her father’s fair complexion but never had you seen her look so pale.

“It’s true,” she says quietly, “Gabe didn’t force me to do anything; he sat with me, made sure I was what I really wanted to do and at the time, it was. I was 17 Anthony, you had just turned 18 - we weren’t ready for that.”

The room fell silent, the fathers behind you exchanged looks to try and fill each other quietly so they could understand what was happening.

“I assume Gabriel hit you back in self defence,” you glanced between Anthony and Gabriel before turning to Christopher, “but you, god Chris,” you groaned. “You make some stupid decisions sometimes; why'd you have to get involved?”

“He was punching my brother, mom. You can’t expect me not to defend him.”

Charles looks at you, giving your hand a squeeze. “Dites-leur de laisser tomber. Nous n'avons pas besoin de plus de combats.” (Tell them to let it go. We don't need more fighting.) He says to you quietly, you nod in agreement. Pierre got the just of it, nodding to the plan of action.

“Okay if no one had anything else to add, we're gonna drop this stupid ass fight. What’s happened is all said and done, you're all gonna drop it, yes?”

You look at your sons and your daughter’s boyfriend, the 3 of them answering with some version of yes. Oliver raises his hand, you nod in his direction waiting for him to speak.

“I just wanted to say,” he leans over Gabriel to look at Anthony, “that was a weak ass punch.”

Anthony wasn’t having it with his friend, reaching over Gabriel to smack him but Christopher pulls him back before he can get to him.

You huff, roll your eyes at the dramatics. “Thank you for that very helpful piece of information, Oli.”

Oliver grinned, giving you a thumbs up. “Always my pleasure, auntie.”

In this moment, you can’t help but see Max in Oliver; the wicked grin on his face was identical to his father’s. He was the spitting image of Max, ways and all.

Pierre snickers from behind you and you turn, glaring at the man. He raises his hands in defence, “I can’t help it, that was funny.” Anthony rolls his eyes at his father’s comment but sinks back into the couch.

The living room was quiet once again and before you get the chance to speak, Georgina starts. “I don’t know what I did to you, but why are you giving me the nastiest look on the planet ?” She purses her lips, looking over at Sofia.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you did.”

Christopher rests his hand on Sofia’s thigh, which she pushes away. “Sof, please. Don’t start.”

“No, please do.” Georgina tells her, sitting up a bit more. “What did I do to you?”

Sofia scoffs, rolling her eyes at Georgina’s lack of self awareness. “You being drunk doesn't excuse the fact that you kissed my boyfriend.”

Adrian turns to his girlfriend so fast that he’s given himself whiplash, rubbing his neck when he goes, “huh?”

“I did not kiss Chris! That’s so gross, I mean no offense Chris but like.. ew.” The disgust was evident on her face, looking at her best friend and his girlfriend. “Chris was helping me over to Adrian, I lost him in the club.”

“So you two didn’t kiss?” Sofia looks between the two friends.

Chris and Georgina both answer at the same time; “No!”

She felt a bit bad for the events that had occurred that evening; her screaming match with Christopher, the words she said to her father and about Georgina but nonetheless, she brushed away the feeling.

“Okay,” she nods, “sorry for assuming.” She says, getting up. “Papá, deberíamos irnos. No queremos perder nuestro vuelo.” (Dad, we should go. We don't want to miss our flight.)

Carlos nods, getting up from his spot by the fireplace. You turn to your friend, “¿Ustedes dos están bien?” (Are you two okay?)

He nods, speaking quietly. “Tenemos trabajo que hacer, pero estaremos bien.” (We've got work to do, but we'll be fine.) You smile, giving him a hug before you let him and Sofia walk out.

Christopher follows them to the door, giving Sofia a hug. “I’m sorry,” she whispers to him, kissing his cheek. He nods, “it’s okay, babe. Have a safe flight, yeah? Text me when you land.”

“I will,” she smiles, giving him one more squeeze before stepping out. Carlos pats Chris on the shoulder on his way out.

Georgina was yawning, leaning on Adrian. “Can we just stay here?” He asked you, and you nod. “Of course sweetheart, you know you guys can stay here anytime.”

“I’ll make the guest room up for you two,” Charles says, getting up and walking down the hallway.

“I’ll help,” Georgina announces, getting up to follow uncle Charles as the kids deemed him many years ago, down the hallway.

Oliver gets up as well, helping Gabriel up. “We’re off to bed!” He calls, linking arms with his boyfriend as he holds a tissue to Gabriel's nose. Your oldest looks at you, giving you an apologetic look for the mess he’s made.

You walk over, kissing his cheek. “It's okay baby,” you held his jaw softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

“I’ll help him get cleaned up,” Oliver tells you, nodding to the now dried blood on Gabriel’s face. You smile, giving Oliver’s arm a squeeze before they head upstairs.

You started clearing up the living room, tidying up the ruckus the boys made on their way in. Anthony gets up, walking over to Eloise. He kneels in front of his girlfriend who looks at him, the tears staining her pale cheeks.

“Amour,” he starts, holding her jaw. You and Adrian take that as a hint to leave, he helps you pick up a few things and take it to the kitchen. “I love you, no matter what, okay?” He tells her.

Eloise leans into her boyfriend, her forehead pressed to his. “Will you stay tonight?”

“Not tonight,” he whispers. “I just.. I need some space tonight.” Eloise nods, understanding that this was a lot of spring on him, she could beg him to stay but it’d do neither of them any good.

“I love you, always. I’ll be by tomorrow, okay?” He tells her when he stands.

She nods, “I love you, Anthony.” She looks up at her and he gives her a small smile, the sadness not able to fully hide behind it. Anthony leans down, giving her a kiss before walking away. She blinks away the tears, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. Pierre walks over to her, kissing the top of her head.

“It’ll be okay,” he tells her quietly, “you’ll be okay, I promise.” He smiles at the girl, giving her a hug. “I hope so.” She whispers and he nods, “you will be.”

She can hear Christopher and Anthony speaking in the hallway, eventually her brother comes into the living room and helps her up. “Let’s go to bed, yeah?” He holds her to his side as they walk to the stairs.

“Can I stay with you?” She asks, not wanting to be alone tonight.

It reminded him of when they were younger and she’d swear she won’t get scared, begging to watch a horror movie with him and Gabriel. In the end, the three of them were squished into one bed because they were too scared to be alone.

Christopher nods, “of course.”

Adrian yawns, leaning on the counter as you filled the glasses with water. You slide two over to him, one for him and one for Georgina. “Did you tell your parents you were staying here? So they’re not looking for you?”

“Yeah, my dad knows we're here but I couldn’t get ahold of Georgina’s parents.”

“I’ll text George, don’t worry.” You tell him.

Adrian takes a sip of his water before getting off the stool. “Is it always this crazy here?”

You can’t help but laugh, “this is a regular Saturday for us, kid.” You walk him to the guest room, Charles was in the hallway getting extra pillows. “You get some sleep, it’s late.. or early? You know what I mean,” you give him a kiss on the temple before Charles hands him the pillows, the two of you leaving them to get some rest.

Charles grabs your hand, sighing as you two walk to the couch. The curtains were wide open, the sun had risen and the clock on the wall ticked with each passing second - 7:23am.

You looked over at him when you sat down, your husband’s head tipped back and his eyes closed. You can’t help but reach out and stroke his cheek - “remember when you wanted more kids?” You asked quietly, earning a laugh and a groan from him.

He opens his eyes, looking over at you with a sleepy smile. “Thank you for telling me no.”

Now you're laughing, leaning over to give him a kiss. “I love you, Charles.”

“I love you, y/n. I don’t know what I'd do without you.”

“Probably lose your mind?”

He drops his face into your shoulder, nodding. “Most definitely.”

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year

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Daddy? Daddy.

Pairing: Dad!Pierre x Reader

Warnings: Slight smut, daddy used in sexual term

Request: Yes/ No

A/N: haven’t written in forever so I apologize if this isn’t up to par with my other works.

It wasn't often that you woke before your husband, yet here you lay watching your husband sleep. His chest moved up and down slowly, looking so peaceful that waking him would be a crime. The soft whimpers from the baby monitor, you sitting up and slowly untangling yourself from Pierre’s hold.

Padding down the hallway, you open the nursery door and smile at your baby girl, Coralie. Smiling down at your little 4-month-old girl, she had her father’s bright blue eyes and sandy hair that made you see his mirror image sometimes.

“Good morning, my little dove, hungry?” You whisper, knowing it is around her feeding time as you move about back to your bedroom and sit down as you start to feed your little girl. You feel a weight on your legs and look down, seeing Pierre’s arm laying your leg as he is still deeply asleep.

Smiling, you play with his hair as a ghost of a smile covers his face but soon disappears as he relaxes back into sleep while you finish feeding Coralie. She whines loudly, feeling full, and you move, but Pierre’s head snaps up, making you let out a small yelp from surprise.

“I've got her.” He grumbles, going to get up to get her, but you grab his arm.

“Pear, she's right here; I was feeding her.” You whisper, making his sleep-filled eyes look between you and the baby.

“Oh.” He whispers as you giggle and place soft kisses over his face waking him up slowly as he moves to lay on his back.

“Give her here.” He grumbles, voice thick with sleep but reaches out for his daughter, who gurgles for her daddy.

“Good morning, my petit Coeur. Did you sleep well?” He asks, laying her down on his bare chest as she makes noises and makes herself comfortable.

“I have to get ready, Pierre. Are you okay watching her?” You mumble, seeing Cora is starting to fall asleep again.

“Don't insult me, and I'm her father. If I can't handle taking care of her, I don't deserve to be her father.” He grumbles, and you shake your head.

Pierre always hated the narrative that fathers don't need to do much in their child's lives or that people be surprised to see the father being just as active as the mother. So him being bitchy about your comment was in character for him as he sat up slightly to answer some emails.

Going into the bathroom, you stood in front of the sizeable wall-to-wall mirror, unable to tear your eyes away from Pierre and your baby. There was something about him, seeing him lay in bed looking so damn normal, that made you want to jump his bones.

Pierre sensing your eyes on him, looks up, giving you that lazy half-smirk that makes your heart flutter as you start the shower.

“Rude, you gave me the baby knowing I can't get in the shower with you!” Pierre laughs, making you laugh as well.

“I’m sorry, but I need a shower.” You tease, making him curse in French as he calms Cora down.

Stepping into the shower, you start to wash your hair when you feel cold air hit your back but soon, a warm body presses into you. Leaning back the chest, you smell his favorite cologne and turn, pushing water off your face.

“Where’s-” “She’s laying on the bed with pillows around her so if she turns, she won't fall off the bed, and also, the baby monitor is right next to the shower door. She's safe, my love.” He whispers, kissing your forehead.

“Besides, we rarely get time anymore, and just as t a shower with you.” He smiles, grabbing your shampoo and pouring it on his hands.

“Turn.” He whispers. You turn as his fingers weave into your hair and start to rub it in; he was right, though.

You both rarely had time for each other; with his race schedule and the baby, you rarely had time to be with each other. You both loved Coralie so much, but you mourn the time you both used to have; it was still there once in a while, but it wasn't the same.

The stolen kisses, the being able to be with each other anywhere and any time in your house, or traveling the world randomly with just a single say. You missed it, but this..... this was priceless and something you wouldn't change for the world. You knew Pierre was still adjusting; whenever he'd come back from the race, he would forget that Cora was here until he'd hear the familiar whines before snapping into father mode.

Pierre rinses your hair as he watches you and can't help the semi he gets making you laugh when you accidentally press into him.

“Come here.” you giggle, pulling him down for a kiss as he backs you up into the wall; taking advantage of him being distracted, you slide your hand down to his cock and slowly wrap your fingers around him.

Pierre groans, pulling his lips off you and resting his forehead against you as you slowly pump him. His arms cage you as he tries hard not to rest his weight on you in the shower, he finally hardens, and you move your hand faster, kissing his neck and lips, trying to help him relax as you feel the familiar twitch of him.

“Baby, I’m... I’d fuck im about to come.” He groans, and you bite your lip, nodding as you move his hand faster as his muscles tighten, finishing in your hand.

“Feeling better, daddy?” You ask innocently, teasing him.

“The hell?” He asks, shocked, making your laughter bounce around the walls.

“I’m sorry...I had to!” You choke out as he stares at you, trying not to laugh himself.

“I guess since having Cora, it lost its appeal, huh?” You ask as he grumbles, turning the shower off about you ruining the moment.

“Oh, come on, daddy! Don't get mad!” You tell as he yells at you to stop laughing now too.

“Daddy!” You yell, laughing even harder.

“STOP!” He yells as you chase him around the bedroom, as you both soak in the memory.

#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 imagine #f1 2022 #f1 scenario #formula one #pierre gasly #Pierre gasly imagine #team gasly #gasly #alpine #f1 Pierre gasly #pierre x reader #Pierre gasly smut #dad!pierre

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emizzzleblur · 5 months

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I showed my mama this exact picture and asked what she would think if I brought them home, here’s the results:

Max: no he’s too old for you

Lance: hmm he’s nice looking

Checo and Fernando: they’re too old for you, like your fathers age (my dad is 67)

Lewis: *silence* eh

George: oooo, I like him

Charles: oh even better he’s cute

Carlos: OH WHO IS THAT??? The hair!! Oh look at those lips!! Very nice!! I’d like to come home to him!!

Pierre: oh he looks fun! He’d be fun to date

Esteban: oh he has a sultry look to him, look at those eyes!

Kevin: he has a German look. meh.

Nico: *silence* too old

Daniel: *silence* *squints* *silence*

Yuki: awwww he looks like a little puppy, he’s adorable

Zhou: I’m not into Asians

Val: he’s too old, but I like the mustache

Alex: oh he looks like he’d be a fun son-in-law

Lando, Oscar and Logan: they’re too full of themselves. Look at that ego, they’re all the same I do not like them.

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agendabymooner · 5 months

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HOT DAD ERA! pg10 social media snapshot

summary: a series of instagram stories in which pierre gasly’s partner thirsts over him while being parents to a little girl named dally.

content warning: dilf!pierre (this man would eat up the baby carrier, idc idc), parenthood, fluff, humour, instagram story posts, ofc used (newsflash smau series), not suggestive (purely ‘have my kids’ typa deal)

note: i finally managed to get some sleep after almost 2 days of not doing so :))) some fics incoming! enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

ensoleil’s instagram archive: DAL&DAD 🌸

pierre’s favourite girl

dahlia ‘dally’ pascale gasly

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly au #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly smau #pierre gasly social media au #formula one smau #formula one dad #formula one imagine #formula one social media au #formula one fluff #pierre gasly fluff #pg10 #formula 1 #pierre gasly

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lxclerc · 1 year

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insta!au - pierre gasly + family appreciation posts, maybe him being a girl dad

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

INSTAGRAM AU

Liked by charles_leclerc, yourusername and others

pierregasly there are a lot of things to be thankful for but being able to watch this little lady grow up might just be the biggest one. papa t'aimera toujours, mon ange.

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yourusername she truly is everything, isn't she?

pierregasly thank you for giving me her, mon amour

user1 little gasly content is not what my feeble, emotional heart needs before my exam 🥹🥹

charles_leclerc tell my goddaughter her favorite f1 driver misses her!!

pierregasly no ❤️

user2 from f1 slag to certified f1 dad

user3 this child is living a better life than me

danielricciardo miniiiiii gaaaaaaaslyyyyy ❤️ Liked by pierregasly

user4 little gasly is zooming through with that doll

charles_leclerc it was a gift from me 😌

pierregasly 🙄🙄

user4 can you hear my heart stop beating?

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pierregasly a separate post for the most beautiful woman and greatest mother i know. thank you for choosing me

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yourusername please stop making me emotional. it's an honor to spend my life with you, mon coerce ❤️

pierregasly love of my life ❤️

user1 all i want in life is this

user2 we're not crying, you are 😭

user3 domestic pierre is all i need

user4 certified f1 slag ❌ certified dad ✅ certified lover boy ✅

charles_leclerc where is my credit for introducing you?

pierregasly we already made you godfather of our child, what more do you want?

user5 charles is the best cupid confirm

user6 all i want is a pierre gasly. is that really too much to ask?

user7 before you ask for a pierre, make sure youre a y/n

#lex's 2k party #lex's insta aus #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly instagram edit #pierre gasly x yn #dad!pierre gasly #formula 1 #f1 #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #charles leclerc #daniel ricciardo

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violetszone · 1 year

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Little Tennis Fan

Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: After your berak up with Pierre, you found out that you were pregnant, your son Noah looked like his father in everything, except for one thing, his interest in tennis.And tennis was very important to you.

a/n:I do not know what I did, not edited writing

Although you and Pierre had a wonderful son, you had good reasons to break up with him.It was a friendly break up, you both believed that you started living different lives.You were a woman who could stand on her own feet despite coming from a rich family and you were tired of standing next to Pierre like an accessory.

There was no problem when you broke up with Pierre.Two weeks after your breakup, you found out you were pregnant and wanted to believe it was a bad joke.But when your son Noah was born seven months later, the world suddenly became a better place for you.

Unfortunately Noah showed no interest in Formula 1.You would made fun of Pierre about it and say that Noah might be like you in one thing and maybe he's interested in tennis.Of course you made that joke when Noah was just starting to walk.But there was some truth to this joke. You wanted your son to at least play tennis like you, because your little baby was a complete copy of Pierre in every other way.

When you found out that Pierre was going to the Monaco open, you said that you and Noah were go with him, even though you knew that Kika would go too.Tennis was your sport and you had no intention of losing all interest to Kika.Your whole family was interested in tennis, even your grandfather was a famous tennis player.

Absolutely everyone in your family was playing tennis, and you met the tennis racket as soon as you started walking and you played it with pleasure.That's why you would love for Noah to play too. That's why it was such a good idea to take Noah to the Monaco opening, and Pierre didn't say anything because he didn't want to argue with you about it.

Before the game you taught Noah how the scores progressed and he repeated slowly 15, 30, 40 after you.Even his this little interest in tennis made you happy.When you asked him to behave throughout the game, he smiled big, kissed your cheek and said he would behave.you kissed his head and said "good boy".

Noah was really doing very well when the game started he was watching the court carefully with big bright eyes sitting on Charles's lap seeing him like that made you smile. When Rublev won he stood up from his godfathers lap and clapped his little hands in excitement jumping up and down with the biggest smile on his face

Seeing Noah in that state, you seriously knew that your son would be just like you and you looked at Pierre with pride and he was watching his son with a smile You got a little closer to Pierre "I told you he would be like me" Pierre laughed and shook his head "Still, he looks like me in everything, maybe one day he will be interested in formula 1"

You looked again at Noah, who was pointing at the court and saying something to Charles, and you talked to yourself "I don't think so Pierre"

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thebearchives · 2 years

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daddy day care | PG10

PAIRING: dad!pierre gasly x mom!reader

REQUESTED: [X] yes [] no

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

SYNOPSIS: you and charlotte leave your children home with their fathers to go and enjoy a day out. what could possibly go wrong?

WARNINGS: fluff!!!, dad!piarles (need i say more?), piarles banter, kids being kids, french + translations

as always, don't be a ghost reader!

“are you sure?” you couldn’t hide the worry seeping out of your words, “i can cancel if you want, we could just spend a night in with the leclercs.”

pierre’s hands rubbed up and down your arm in an attempt to soothe you, “mon coeur, we will be fine. you and charlotte have been planning this day out for weeks, you deserve to go out.”

to ease your apprehension, he couldn’t help but crack a joke, “i feel like i should be insulted you think i can’t handle being at home with anthoine.”

you let him pull you close, resting your forehead just under his collarbone. you couldn’t help but feel guilty, “it’s not like that, i promise. i’ve just never been away from him for this long.”

pierre squeezed you into a soft hug, “i know, ange. we’ll be fine, though. really.”

you felt small hands wrap around your leg, and a small voice called out from beneath you two, “maman! tenez-moi!” hold me!

you opened your eyes to see your mini blue-eyed devil staring up at you, hands tugging on your pants. you felt all your worries melt away, a smile replacing your earlier frown as you pulled away from pierre to pick him up.

“you’re getting to be quite the big boy, twannie, i don’t know if i can hold you anymore.” you teased the four year old in your arms. the younger boy looked rather confused, looking over at his father for some help.

“ta maman se fait vieille,” pierre couldn’t help but laugh when not one, but two hands swatted his chest, one significantly smaller than the other. your mommy is getting old.

anthoine wrapped his arms around your neck, a pout on his lips, “maman est petite! vous êtes vieux!” mommy is small! you are old!

you giggled at his words, and the shocked look on pierre’s face, planting a kiss on your son’s head, “merci, mon grand. et c'est jeune, pas petit.” thank you, big man. and it’s young, not small.

the boy in your arms basked in your affection, “maman est jeune!” mommy is young!

pierre tsked, hands reaching out to take his son out of your arms, “look at what you’ve done, y/n.”

“tu as passé trop de temps avec maman,” he frowned at anthoine, who giggled and tried to unfurrow his father’s eyebrows. you've been spending too much time with mommy.

“papa n'est pas vieux,” daddy is not old, pierre turned to you with a pout, “what are you telling him? i’m only a few months older than you!”

anthoine grabbed his father’s cheeks, turning pierre towards him, “papa! je ne comprends pas.” i don’t understand.

before anthoine was born, pierre and yourself had decided that you would raise him up to be fluent in french, before integrating english into his day-to-day life when he began school. pierre had been the one to bring up the idea, and after four years of pierre blurting out the most inappropriate sentences in front of your unassuming son, you could easily tell why.

you smirked, “papa dit qu'il est beaucoup plus âgé que maman.” daddy said he's much older than mommy.

pierre rolled his eyes and grumbled, “i’ve had it with you. you need to leave so i can unbrainwash our child.”

anthoine’s pout intensified and you cooed. he was so much like pierre it was entirely unfair.

“twannie, papa est jaloux que tu sois le petit garçon de maman.” daddy is jealous that you're mommy's little boy.

anthoine gasped, turning around to wrap his arms around pierre’s neck, “c'est bon, papa! je t'aime aussi. je peux être le petit garçon de maman et de papa!” it’s okay, daddy! i love you, too. i can be both mommy and daddy's little boy!”

pierre’s expression was utterly soft, his eyes filled with adoration for the little boy in his arms, “te t'aime plus que tu ne le penses, mon petit coeur.” i love you more than you know, my little heart.

the beautiful moment was interrupted by the doorbell chiming.

anthoine gasped, kicking his legs as a sign to be let down, “juliette est là, papa!” juliette is here, daddy!

you followed the speedy four-year-old to the door, moving him aside to open the door. on your porch stood a pierre’s best friend, his wife, and a little girl. juliette leclerc.

said girl exclaimed loudly when she saw your son, “tony!”

“jules!”

the two met in the middle, arms wrapped around each other as greeting. your son pulled back first, intertwining his hand with juliette’s before tugging her further into the house.

“mon dieu, they’re like two peas in a pod,” charles shook his head at the two kids before giving you a smile and a hug, “nice to see you again, y/n.”

“likewise,” you returned the hug, “and don’t act like you and pierre aren’t the same.”

charlotte stepped inside the house, giving you a quick hug and greeting, “yeah, you two are just as bad, if not worse.”

“yeah, yeah. if it weren’t for us, you two wouldn’t be the best of friends either.” pierre came around, giving the couple a nice welcome, “come on in, guys.”

in the living room, the two four year olds had already pulled out all of anthoine’s blocks, building a large building.

“papa, look!” juliette had all but shrieked when she saw charles walk through the corridor, “regardez ici, c'est un podium!” look here, it’s a podium!

unlike pierre and yourself, the leclercs had decided to integrate some english into little juliette’s vocabulary, but with the amount of french-speakers in her life, she tended to only speak in french.

“wow, ça a l'air tellement vrai! est-ce que ma voiture va être sur le toit?" charles gasped to entertain both kids. wow, that looks so real! is my car going to be on the top?

anthoine shook his head, pointing at the alpha tauri car held in juliette’s hand, “non, tonton ferrari! c'est papa! il est le plus rapide de tous!” no, uncle ferrari! it’s daddy! he’s the fastest of them all!

initially, charles had been dubbed “tonton char”, until anthoine found out that his aunt was “tatie char” and felt that they both deserved to not have to share the same name. since then, charles became “tonton ferrari” and honestly, the monégasque couldn’t have been happier to be called as such.

“papa?” charles was flabbergasted, “mais, anthoine, tonton ferrari est tellement plus rapide! il conduit une ferrari!” but, anthoine, uncle ferrari is so much faster! he drives a ferrari!

“papa, tonton pierre is super fast! très rapide!” juliette took the car in her hands and pretended to drive it in the air, ultimately stopping at the top step of the podium.

charles gave pierre a dirty look, the frenchman smiling smugly, “you’ve brainwashed my daughter.”

“she’s just got good taste, charles.”

before the two adult children could start arguing, charlotte clapped her hands, “alright. so, y/n are you ready to go?”

you couldn’t stop your eyes from trailing to pierre, who nodded his head and threw a thumbs up. you took a deep breath before turning back to charlotte and gave her a curt nod, “yeah, i just need to go grab my bag and jacket from my room,” you smoothed out your outfit, “this is fine, right?”

“more than perfect. you’re the hottest mama!” she threw you a wink and you laughed when you heard pierre pipe up with a damn right, she is!

with your jacket on and bag over your shoulder, you kneeled down next to the two kids playing, calling anthoine over. on the other side, charlotte did the same with juliette.

you fixed anthoine’s shirt and hair, “maman s'en va, d’accord? je vais passer un peu de temps avec ta tatie char,” you gave him a soft smile. mommy is heading out, okay? i'm gonna go spend some time with your auntie char.

“vous partez?” his lips slipped into a pout, hands reaching out to play with the button of your jacket. you’re leaving?

“oui, mais tu seras ici avec papa, tonton ferrari et jules,” you lightly pulled his hands away and gave them a squeeze, “tu vas t'amuser comme un fou!” yes, but you will be here with daddy, uncle ferrari and jules…you will have so much fun!

“je peux vous appeler si vous me manquez?” can i call you if i miss you?

you couldn’t help the soft coo that escaped your lips, “bien sûr, tu peux m'appeler quand tu veux.” of course, you can call me whenever you want.

anthoine had always been rather attached to you, seeing as you two would spend a lot of time at home together while pierre would be out for his work. you and pierre had been working on his separation anxiety little by little, and he had gotten a lot better, but as pierre would softly smile and say, “anthoine loves his maman a lot, he wants to be with her all the time. just like papa.”

and so, with a kiss on the cheek from anthoine, and one on the lips from pierre, you were off, getting into the car with charlotte to enjoy a day out.

at home, pierre and charles gave each other a look.

“well, let’s hope this is easy.” charles sighed, heading straight to the gaslys kitchen, “did you by any chance stock up on those pudding cups that anthoine eats? they’re really good.”

“that anthoine eats?” pierre scoffed, following charles into the kitchen, “you singlehandedly finish every pack we buy. tony eats only like, one a week.”

charles stared at him expectantly and pierre sighed, “top left cupboard, next to the pantry.”

“you’re saying that this delicious, processed cup of sugar,” charles took a big bite of the pudding, “tony only eats once a week?”

pierre nodded, “sometimes, not even.”

charles gaped, and pierre groaned, “close your mouth, c'est nauséabond.” that’s nauseating.

“i’m sorry, how does anthoine exist without this?”

“same way juliette does,” pierre sat down next to charles.

“but that’s only because charlotte doesn’t let me buy anything for jules,” charles waved his empty spoon in the air, “something about organic and healthy food; no processed sugars, that sort of stuff.”

“who do you think told y/n about that stuff?” pierre smirked, “but y/n is less hard on the healthy eating than charlotte is. she says that we weren’t held on that strict of diets and we turned out fine.”

charles laughed, “her? sure. but you? you are anything but fine.”

pierre smacked charles’ head, “don’t forget that both jules and tony think i’m faster than you. i wonder why?”

charles’ face instantly dropped, “it’s all because of that day we left her over at yours. i can’t believe you would teach a kid lies like that.”

“oh, shut up,” pierre rolled his eyes, “it’s not a lie, i am better than you. who started in f1 first?”

it was charles’ turn to roll his eyes, “that’s because you’re old.”

“papa! maman says it’s not nice to talk about ages!” juliette walked into the kitchen with anthoine trailing behind her, tugging on her dress as if asking her to translate. she turned towards him, “mon papa a appelé ton papa vieux!” my daddy called your daddy old!

it was as if a lightbulb went on his head, “papa est vieux!” anthoine continued, “même maman le dit.” daddy is old!...even mommy said so.

charles laughed loudy, and the younger leclerc looking visibly confused. her mother had never prepared her for such a situation. next to the older leclerc, pierre visibly slumped, head coming down to rest against the cool counter.

“ta maman est très intelligente,” charles leaned over to ruffle the young gasly’s hair. your mommy is very smart.

anthoine smiled widely before turning to his dad, “papa, jules et moi avons faim.” jules and i are hungry.

juliette nodded hurriedly, “si affamés que nous pourrions mourir!” so hungry we could die!

charles pulled juliette up into his lap while pierre got out of his seat and placed anthoine on it instead, “nous ne voudrions pas ça maintenant, n'est-ce pas?” we wouldn't want that now, would we?

both kids shook their heads, giggling behind their tiny hands.

pierre searched through the kitchen, unsure what to feed the kids, “qu'est-ce que vous voulez manger?” what would you guys like to eat?

anthoine bounced in his seat, “spaghetti!”

“yeah! yummy spaghetti,” she turned to her father, “on peut avoir celui que tatie y/n a fait?” can we have the one auntie y/n made?

charles looked at pierre who pulled his phone out, “well, can we?”

pierre held up a finger, holding his phone up to his ear, “hey! hi, amour…no, no! everything is fine…well, you see the kids are hungry an-...no, i didn’t…but jules said she wants the spaghetti you make…then what do i do now?”

charles watched pierre in amusement, his everchanging facial expressions making him chuckle lightly.

“alright,” pierre put his phone back into his pocket, “je viens de parler à la maman de tony et elle a dit spaghetti pour le dîner, pas pour le déjeuner.” i just talked to tony's mama and she said spaghetti for dinner, not for lunch.

both kids slumped down in their seats and pierre opened the fridge, “alors, à la place, pourquoi pas des sandwiches?” so, instead, how about we have sandwiches?

“okay, can we play until you are done making the sandwiches?” jules asked, already moving to get off her father’s lap.

charles laughed, “okay, but come when we call you okay?”

anthoine copied his friend’s movements, nodding–though he didn’t understand a thing–before running off with the leclerc girl.

“he did not have a single clue what i just said,” charles threw away his pudding cup.

pierre nodded, “nope, but jules will probably explain it to him.”

“do you not forget that he can’t speak english sometimes?” charles grabbed two pieces of bread to make juliette’s sandwich.

“mm, occasionally,” pierre smiled, “but tony always has the cutest face and then goes ‘papa, je ne peux pas vous comprendre!’ and it’s the cutest thing ever. i hate to say it, but sometimes we do it on purpose because his pout is just so adorable.”

charles hummed, “anthoine’s gonna be the biggest heartthrob when he grows up.”

“i mean, he’s already got jules wrapped around his finger,” pierre elbowed charles.

“absolutely not.” charles stopped assembling the sandwich, “if anything, jules has him wrapped around her finger.”

“as if!”

the argument continued on for the rest of the sandwich making process…and the clean up process. by the time the ingredients had been put back, charles and pierre had just barely ceased their banter.

“anthoine! juliette! les sandwichs sont prêts!” the sandwiches are ready!

charles’ helped both kids with washing their hands. while pierre helped them get seated and put their sandwiches in front of them.

the two fathers sat down across from their kids, snacking on their own sandwiches while participating in the discourse between their children.

not long after, the kids had migrated to playing outside in the backyard. their plates had long since been abandoned, bread crusts and crumbs littering the colourful plastic. pierre had tried so hard to convince the two to eat the crusts but lost the battle.

the frenchman, alongside the monégasque, moved to the outside as well, monitoring their children as they went up and down the slide, and played with their cars. conversation flowed smoothly between the two, bouncing from one topic to the next.

after a few bathroom breaks and trips to the kitchen for some water, the youngest pair of best friends retired to anthoine’s room, bored of the sun and playground outside.

“they’re so energetic when they’re together.” pierre groaned, head tossed back in exhaustion.

“they’re four,” charles retorted, nearly in the same position as the frenchman, “i can’t help but feel bad for our mums. we were probably just as bad.”

“yeah, but we weren’t four. we were at least seven and higher,” pierre yawned.

“you were seven. i was six. you’re old,” charles laughed when pierre’s hand blindly tried to hit his arm.

“i’m sick of you and y/n calling me old. you’ve got my son doing it, too. what has the world come to?”

charles’ laughs grew louder as pierre complained, never not basking in his friend’s misery, “you’ll live…”

“oh, for fuck’s sake,” pierre huffed, “do not make another old joke. i will literally kick you out.”

before charles could get a word out, juliette came running back out, anthoine hot on her tail.

“papa! papa!” she grabbed her father’s arm and shook it hard.

charles winced, pulling his arm away from her hands and instead grasping her hands in his, “on ne secoue pas les gens comme ça, juli.” you don't shake people like that, juli.

she stopped, a pout on her face, “okay, but papa, guess what! devinez quoi!”

charles hummed, “je ne sais pas. pourquoi tu ne me le dis pas?” i don’t know. why don’t you tell me?

the girl shook her head, “no, vous devez deviner,” she turned to pierre, “tonton pierre! vouz devinez!” you have to guess…uncle pierre! you guess!

the frenchman made a show of thinking by rubbing his chin, “hmm, tu as mangé tout ton pain?” you ate all your bread?

anthoine giggled, “non! papa, c'était si mal!” that was so wrong!

pierre abruptly rose, grabbing anthoine and hoisting him into the air, shrieks of laughter erupting from him, “une mauvaise estimation? comment osez-vous!” a bad guess? how dare you!

juliette looked at charles expectantly. charles scratched his chin, stumped, “vous avez cassé quelque chose?” did you guys break something?

juliette stomped her small foot, “no! you guys are so bad at guessing.”

she moved towards anthoine, who had just been placed back on the ground, and pulled him in front of her dad, “anthoine a dit que nous aurons un mariage!” anthoine said we will have a wedding!

charles choked on his spit, and pierre’s eyebrows raised at his son.

anthoine nodded, bouncing on the balls of his feet, “je vais épouser jules! tout comme toi et maman, et tonton et tatie!” i’m going to marry jules! just like you and mommy, and uncle and auntie.

“absolutely not,” charles reached over and pushed pierre’s shoulder, “pierre, get your heartbreaker of a son away from my daughter.”

“but papa!” jules frowned, having heard the refusal, “je l'aime et nous allons avoir beaucoup de bébés!” i love him and we’re going to have a lot of babies!

“merde,” charles felt like his heart was going to explode.

on his left, pierre’s face was turning red from how hard he was holding back laughter. he did not want either kid to think he was laughing at them.

charles chuckled awkwardly, “vous n'êtes pas un peu trop jeunes pour discuter de ça?” aren't you two a bit too young to be discussing this?

“l'amour, c'est l'amour!” anthoine pumped a fist up in the air, “c'est ce que dit maman.” love is love!...that’s what mommy says.

pierre couldn’t help it, the laughter bubbled out of his chest. charles sat next to him, slack-jawed, unable to believe that the gasly boy had proposed to his daughter so soon. he hadn’t even had the chance to tell her no dating until she was thirty.

with the way charles sat there unmoving, pierre decided to do some damage control, chuckles still escaping his lips, “et si on attendait que vos mamans soient rentrées et qu'on puisse en parler?” how about we wait until your moms are home and we can talk about this then?

both children nodded, running back into the house hand-in-hand.

charles placed his head in his hands, and pierre slapped his back, “mon ami, i think we’re going to share the same grandchildren in the future.”

“pierre, je vais devoir vous demander d'arrêter de parler.” i'm going to need you to stop speaking.

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