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whyanne4 · 7 months

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Money Power Glory

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Category: Mafia! au

Part: 1/?

Word Count: 3k

Summary: When you accidentally found yourself in the middle of a mafia show down you had no idea that your life was about to change, forever. For better or for worse.

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The smell of the sea reached your nostrils as you strolled along the harbor of Monaco. You couldn’t help but feel amazed at the sight and couldn’t believe your luck that you got to move to a place like this. You’d just gotten accepted to the university of Monaco and moved into your little apartment right outside the beautiful country mere hours ago. The yachts that decorated the water were like out of a dream and you felt yourself daydream about owning one sometime in the distant future.

The hours went by and you decided that you would walk back to your apartment before it got too dark. You took your phone out of your purse only to find it dead.

“Damn it!” You swore as you shoved your phone back in your bag. How were you supposed to find your apartment now? You had forgotten the address and your plan of just opening the pinned location on google maps won’t work now.

‘How hard can it be?’ You thought to yourself as you decided to try and find your way home based on memory. The streets of Monaco were hard to navigate and you found yourself completely lost. You took a left turn, hoping for the best. You walked quietly along the street when you heard a man raise his voice followed by what sounded like more men arguing.

You tried to make yourself ready to run in case the men were a threat. You decided that continuing to walk to get yourself away from the situation was the best choice. The fact that your phone was dead weighed heavily on your mind. If the men were to attack you’d have no way of alerting anyone.

The voices got louder as you walked and when you turned the corner you saw four men arguing. It looked like it was serious based on their tense stances, ready to fight.

“Fuck you Leclerc. You think you’re so fucking powerful just because you inherited the biggest mob of Monaco and France from daddy huh? Well guess what? Daddy isn’t here anymore” The first man said as he and his friends cornered this “Leclerc” guy. You resisted the urge to gasp, not wanting to make a sound. This was the mafia. If anyone knew you were here you’d be in big trouble.

“You think I’m scared of you Bassett? I have more money and resources then you could ever dream of. And not to mention balls. Cornering me with two other men as I leave the casino is not what I would consider brave” The second man spoke arrogantly even if it was clear that he was at a disadvantage seeing as they were three against one.

“I don’t need balls to do this.” You wondered what he ment but your questions were soon answered as you heard the click of a gun.

“You’re a fucking pussy you know that right?” Leclerc spoke, still calm as ever. “You owe me millions and instead of paying me back you’re going to shoot me? You know, it sounds to me as if you’re not as rich as you claim to be Mr. Bassett." You didn't have the time to process his words before four gunshots were heard and three bodies fell to the ground.

You yelped, you didn’t mean to but you couldn’t help it, the gunshots took you by surprise.

“Who’s there?” The man, Leclerc, was still standing above the three corpses and he was looking right into your eyes. His intense stare sent shivers up your spine. He started to walk towards you with determined steps.

‘So this is how I die?’ You think to yourself as he approaches you. You close your eyes, ready to feel the pain of a bullet but before you feel anything you hear the man collapse. You open your eyes and look at him, he’s on one knee, branching himself against the wall to stay upright. As you look closely you see a pool of red blood form on his white button up shirt. You watch in horror as it grows, a bullet must’ve hit him. Despite how afraid of this man you were you couldn’t let him die here.

“Are you okay sir? You asked quietly as you slowly approached him. The only response you got was a groan. You knelt beside him and took off your cardigan and pressed it to the wound.

“Okay I think you need to lay down on your back.” You told him as you felt him become unstable. He did as you told him to and groaned when he had to move but didn’t complain. You reached for your phone to call an ambulance but remembered that it didn’t have any charge left. “Do you have a phone? I need to call the ambulance” You asked the brunette in front of you.

“Front left pocket.” He grumbled and you reached into his pocket. You quickly called the ambulance who told you that they were on their way and told you to keep him conscious and to keep pressure on the wound.

“So I have to keep you awake.” You started talking with him, deciding that it was the best way to keep him from blacking out. “Um… I’m Y/N.” You said, not having any idea of what to talk about.

“Charles” He said in a raspy voice.

‘Damn he’s kinda hot’ you thought as you got a closer look of him, his piercing green eyes looking into yours made your mind all fuzzy. ‘Fuck, Y/N concentrate’ you snapped out of your trance to focus on the task at hand.

“Um… so you want to tell me what just happened?” You ask him to try and get him to continue talking. It was probably a stupid question because if he was really in the mafia he wouldn’t tell you, a random girl, about it.

But it seemed as if bleeding out loosened his lips because he told you everything. How the leader of another mod owed him millions of euros and refused to pay him back. Instead cornered him after a night out.

Charles winced in pain as he continued to speak, his voice strained but determined. "You see, Y/N, this city might look like a paradise on the surface, but beneath it all, there's a constant power struggle. My family has been deeply involved in this world for generations, and sometimes, conflicts like these are inevitable."

You listened intently, both to his words and to the distant sound of approaching sirens. Time was of the essence, and you had to keep him conscious until help arrived.

Charles took shallow breaths, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're a brave one, you know that? Most people would have run away screaming. But you stayed and helped me. Why?"

You shrugged, a mix of fear and adrenaline coursing through you. "I couldn't just leave you here," you replied, pressing the cardigan against his wound a little firmer. "We're all human, right?" You tried to lighten the mood by sending him a reassuring smile.

He nodded in agreement, wincing at the pain. "You have a kind heart, Y/N. I've seen too much darkness in this world."

“Try not to move” You put your free hand on his forehead and gently laid his head back onto the ground.

As you continued to apply pressure to his wound, Charles delved deeper into the complexities of his life. He talked about the struggles of maintaining power in a world where alliances were fragile, trust was scarce, and violence was always lurking in the shadows.

Sirens grew closer, their wailing an urgent reminder of the impending arrival of help. You could hear the paramedics getting closer.

Charles managed a faint smile, his green eyes softer now. "You, Y/N, might have just saved my life. And that's no small feat in this world. I owe you a debt of gratitude."

You chuckled nervously, unsure of how to respond. "Well, I hope you recover quickly. And maybe consider... finding a less dangerous line of work?"

Charles chuckled, though it quickly turned into a cough, and he winced. "I wish it were that simple, Y/N. But in my world, things are never straightforward."

As the paramedics arrived and took over, you stepped back to give them space, watching as they worked swiftly to stabilize Charles. He was whisked away on a stretcher, disappearing into the back of the ambulance.

One of the paramedics approached you, asking for your account of what happened. You recounted the events as best as you could, leaving out the more sensitive details about Charles's life. You didn't want to be involved any more deeply than you already were.

After the ambulance sped away, you were left standing there, alone on the dimly lit street. The adrenaline began to fade, and the reality of your situation hit you. You were still lost in an unfamiliar city, and now, you had a surreal encounter with the local mafia to add to your list of experiences.

With a sigh, you decided to try and find your way back to your apartment once more, this time determined to ask for directions if needed. You couldn't help but replay the events in your mind as you walked. Monaco had revealed a darker side to itself, one you never expected when you first arrived in this glamorous city.

Little did you know that your chance encounter with Charles Leclerc would set in motion a series of events that would entangle you further in the secrets and intrigues of Monaco, a world far removed from the idyllic facade it presented to the world.

Two months later you find yourself getting ready for a charity event for the university. From your understanding, some very influential business owner was hosting this gala in order to bring more funding to the school. You, alongside 24 other students, had been selected to attend this event.

‘I really hate to mingle.’ You think as you exit the cab in your floor length blue dress.

The night air was cool and carried a salty tang as you stepped out of the cab, the lights of the venue beckoning you. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the mingling and socializing you were about to endure. It wasn't your favorite activity, but you knew it was necessary, an invaluable opportunity to network with some of Monaco’s elite.

As you entered the venue, the opulence of the event struck you. The ceilings were adorned with crystal chandeliers, the walls draped in luxurious fabrics, and there was an air of sophistication that seemed to hang in the atmosphere. It was clear that this was a gathering of the wealthy and influential.

You began to navigate the room, attempting to strike up conversations with various attendees. Many were donors or businesspeople, keen on discussing their ventures and achievements. While you were polite and engaged in the discussions, your mind kept drifting back to that fateful night with Charles and the encounter with the mafia.

It was a blurry line between the glamorous facade of Monaco's elite and the hidden, dangerous world that lurked in its shadows. You wondered how many of these seemingly respectable individuals were involved in the kind of underworld you had witnessed that night.

Just as you were lost in your thoughts, a familiar voice broke through. "Hello beautiful”

Startled, you turned to see none other than Charles Leclerc standing before you, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit. He offered you a polite smile, his earlier wounds seemingly healed, at least physically. The surprise of seeing him here, at this event, momentarily left you speechless.

"Hi," you managed to reply despite your initial shock, a little flustered as you offered him a smile. "I didn't expect to see you here," you spoke, attempting to break the ice.

"I would say the same about you but then I’d be lying" Charles remarked, his eyes probing yet gentle. "I hosted this event to find you. You've been on my mind since that night."

“You’re the host?” You exclaimed, eyes wide at this knowledge. “Why?”

“As I said. You’ve been on my mind every day for the last two months.” He admitted, his gaze was intense as he searched your eyes for a reaction.

“How did you know where I go to school? All you knew was my first name” You questioned him.

“I have my ways” He said nonchalantly.

You couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—surprise, curiosity, and a lingering unease. Charles Leclerc, the enigmatic figure you had encountered that fateful night, had hosted this prestigious event specifically to find you. It was a revelation that left you both intrigued and cautious.

"I have to admit, I didn't expect to see you again after that night," you confessed, still trying to wrap your head around the situation. "And hosting this event to find me? That's quite... unusual."

Charles chuckled softly, his charm as captivating as ever. "Unusual, perhaps, but when something captures my attention, I tend to pursue it relentlessly. And you, Y/N, have captured my attention in a way I can't quite explain."

You weren't sure how to respond to his admission. It felt like there were layers to Charles Leclerc that you had yet to uncover, and being in this elegant setting with him only added to the intrigue. Despite the initial danger and the circumstances of your first meeting, there was an undeniable pull between the two of you.

"So, what do you want from me, Charles?" you asked, choosing your words carefully. You couldn't help but feel that there was more to this encounter than met the eye.

Charles leaned in slightly, his voice a low whisper amidst the chatter of the gala. "I want to get to know you, Y/N. Beyond the chaos of that night and the secrets we both carry. I want to understand the woman who stayed by my side when others would have fled. And," he added with a wry smile, "I'd like you to consider giving me a chance to show you a different side of me, one that doesn't always dwell in the shadows."

His words hung in the air, laden with both mystery and sincerity. You couldn't deny the magnetic pull he had on you, nor could you ignore the curiosity that had driven you to seek answers about the darker side of this city.

"I'll admit, Charles, you've managed to pique my curiosity," you admitted, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "But I'm not one to rush into things, especially when the circumstances are so… chaotic."

Charles nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. "I understand. Take your time. Just know that I'm not one to give up easily when I want something."

��I figured” You can’t help but chuckle. “I mean you hosted this event just to talk to me”

“Oh darling, you haven’t seen half of the things I can do if I put my mind to something” His voice was playful but you had a feeling that he was in fact not joking.

You found yourself both intrigued and cautious about the enigmatic man before you. Charles Leclerc's world was undoubtedly complex and filled with danger, yet there was an undeniable allure in his presence. The mingling crowd and the opulent setting seemed to fade into the background as the two of you continued your conversation.

As the night wore on, Charles shared more about his life, the intricacies of the power struggles in Monaco, and the delicate balance he had to maintain within the world he inhabited. He spoke of his family's history and the responsibilities that came with their name, all while maintaining an air of charm and charisma that was impossible to resist.

You, in turn, shared your own story, your dreams and aspirations, and the reasons you had come to Monaco in the first place. The more you talked, the more you realized how different your worlds were, yet there was an undeniable connection between you, a spark that refused to be extinguished.

As the gala continued, you couldn't help but wonder if this chance encounter with Charles was meant to be more than just a twist of fate. There was a magnetic pull between the two of you, and despite the chaos and danger that had initially brought you together, you felt a growing curiosity about the man who had hosted this event just to find you.

The evening came to a close, and Charles walked you to your cab, a sense of anticipation hanging in the air. "I hope you consider my offer, Y/N," he said as he opened the cab door for you. "I promise you, there's much more to discover about both Monaco and me."

You nodded, still cautious but undeniably intrigued. "I'll keep that in mind, Charles. But for now, I have a lot to process."

Charles leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Take your time," he whispered before placing a gentle, lingering kiss on your cheek. "Until we meet again."

As you watched him walk away, disappearing into the night, you couldn't help but wonder if your path had just taken an unexpected turn into a world of secrets, intrigue, and a love story unlike any other. Monaco had revealed its hidden depths, and you were about to dive headfirst into the depths of the unknown, with Charles Leclerc as your guide.

The cab pulled away, leaving the gala behind, but the memory of that night lingered in your mind. You knew that the road ahead would be filled with challenges and uncertainties, but you couldn't deny the thrill of the journey that lay ahead.

As the city of Monaco glimmered in the distance, you couldn't help but feel that your life had just taken a thrilling and dangerous turn, and you were ready to embrace the adventure, no matter where it might lead.

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whyanne4 · 7 months

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ok so I was thinking that what if mafia Charles leclerc has abit of an age gap with the reader and kinda becomes obsessed and possessive over reader and kinda stalks her and tries to make her his and like you could make the reader like a uni student or something. What do you think??

That’s exactly what I was thinking! I’m just wondering how dark I should make this fic so if you guys could tell me what you think that would be great🫶 :)

Edit: The first part is up. I tried to keep it light-ish while still having the elements of obsessive behavior. Anyways, hope you like it!

#charles leclerc x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc x female reader #formula one #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc

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whyanne4 · 9 months

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Hi guys! I am having a hard time deciding what to write next so I thought that you could vote

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whyanne4 · 9 months

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#charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x female reader #oscar piastri x reader #pierre gasly x reader #arthur leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader

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whyanne4 · 9 months

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Memories

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Verstappen! Reader

Part: 2/2

Category: hurt/comfort, fluff

Summary: Four weeks later, at the Monza GP, you see Charles for the first time since the devastating breakup. Soaked in champagne and high on adrenaline the Monegasque corners you, desperate to win you back.

Tag-list: @nerdreader

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It’s been four weeks since you last saw Charles at the Belgian Grand Prix. You had been absent from the Dutch Grand Prix which everyone found odd since it was Max’s home race but you just couldn’t face him. Even with summer break in between the wounds were still raw. But after a week of reflecting you decided that you can’t let your feelings get in the way of your support for Max. He was your brother and your best friend and he’d been so disappointed when you didn’t show up for his home GP, you just can’t let him down like that again. Therefore you decided to attend Monza.

The Red Bull garage was exactly like how you remember it, of course it is, it’s only been a month after all but somehow you expected everything to be different now that you no longer had Charles. It was both comforting and sad to see that the world still turned after your breakup with the Monegasque.

Speaking of Charles, you’ve been avoiding him like the plague. You’ve arrived at the paddock late and barely left the Red Bull garage all weekend. Yet, with all of your efforts you still managed to lock eyes with him when he was coming back after securing pole position during qualifying. His smile was bright but you could see that the twinkle in his green eyes were not there anymore. When he saw you his smile dropped and you could see the sadness wash over him. You felt bad of course. He’d just gotten pole at Ferrari’s home GP and you just had to drag down his mood. You could see him starting to approach you but you were gone faster than the cars went around the track.

As Sunday came you could feel the Tifosi buzzing with excitement at having their driver on pole. You couldn’t help but feel proud of him. You knew how much this meant to him, how much Ferrari and the Tifosi meant for him and even if you were no longer together you wanted the best for him. He was a once in a lifetime type of love and you knew that you would never find anyone who could live up to him, ever.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned your attention to Max who was smiling down at you.

“Are you ready for me to beat Leclerc?” He asked jokingly. He’s starting second and with the way Red Bull have been performing this season you won’t be surprised if he blows past the Ferrari immediately. Yet, you still had hopes for Charles, he’s been incredible the entire weekend and you really do believe that he can get his second Monza win today.

“Whatever you say” You tried to sound interested but your thoughts were elsewhere.

Max chuckled, sensing your distraction. "Hey, what's on your mind? You seem a bit out of it."

You managed a weak smile. "Just lost in thought, I guess."

“Alright?” Max seemed skeptical but time was running out and he had to get in the car so he couldn’t ask any further questions. “Wish me good luck.” He said before getting ready for the race.

As the race unfolded, you couldn't help but watch Charles closely. Despite the ache in your heart, you wanted to see him succeed. He had worked hard for this moment, and you couldn't deny the rush of emotions every time he sped past in his vibrant red Ferrari. The crowd's cheers, the adrenaline in the air – it was all so bittersweet.

The race was a nail-biter, with Charles and Max battling it out on the track. Lap after lap, the two drivers exchanged positions multiple times during the race, showcasing their incredible skills. The tension was palpable, but you found yourself unable to take your eyes off Charles. It was as if time had stood still, and you were transported back to the days when you watched him race with unbridled excitement.

And then, as the final laps approached, something extraordinary happened. Charles made a daring move and managed to secure the lead, pulling ahead of Max. The Tifosi erupted into cheers, and you couldn't help but smile through your tears. Charles had done it – he had won at Monza once again.

The jubilant atmosphere on the grandstands was infectious as the race concluded. The cheers, the applause, and the sense of victory permeated the air. As Charles celebrated on the podium, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. Pride for his achievement, happiness for his success, and a pang of sadness for what once was.

After the podium ceremony, you watched from a distance as Charles greeted his team, embraced his fellow drivers, and soaked in the victory and champagne. Your heart swelled with a sense of nostalgia. You remembered the times when you were there to celebrate with him, hidden away from prying eyes, sharing stolen moments of joy.

The post-race media frenzy began, and you slipped away from the crowd, finding a quiet and hidden spot to gather your thoughts. The memories of your time with Charles were flooding back, and you couldn't help but wonder if things could have been different. If circumstances had allowed, if the world hadn't been watching, if you could have been together openly.

Lost in your thoughts, you were startled when a familiar voice interrupted your reverie. "Y/N."

You turned around to see Charles standing there, a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration on his face. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, it felt like the world around you had faded away.

"Charles," you replied softly, not knowing exactly what to say.

He took a step closer, his gaze intense. "I know we should be avoiding each other, but I can't keep doing that. Seeing you there in the crowd when I was standing at the top of the podium, at Monza of all tracks, it made me realize something."

You met his gaze, curious but cautious. "What is it?"

"I can't let you go," he confessed, his voice earnest. "I can't pretend that what we had wasn't real. I can't deny that I love you, and I've missed you so damn much."

Your heart ached at his words, the flood of emotions almost overwhelming. "Charles…"

"I know it's complicated," he continued, his voice filled with determination. "I know there are challenges, but I can't just walk away from what we had. I don't want to. As I was standing there, celebrating, all I wanted was you. To hold you in my arms and spin you around. "

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at the man before you, the man who had once been your lover and your best friend. "Charles, I love you too. But you know as well as I do that it's not that simple."

"I know," he acknowledged, his expression a mix of frustration and hope. "But what if we try to make it work? What if we face those challenges together? I don't want to let fear control us."

You took a deep breath, conflicted emotions warring within you. "Charles, it's not just about fear. It's about the impact on our families, on Max, on your career. It's about the world watching our every move."

He reached out and gently cupped your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I'm willing to face those challenges. I'm willing to fight for us, for a future together. Y/N, I can't imagine my life without you."

You looked into his eyes, searching for answers, searching for the truth. In that moment, you saw the sincerity, the depth of his feelings, and the unwavering determination in his gaze.

"Charles…" you began, your voice trembling. "I want to believe that we could have a future together, but what about Max, what would he say?"

He nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know. But what if we start by taking one step at a time? What if we face those challenges head-on, together? I'm not asking for an easy path, but I'm asking for a chance. A chance to be with you to celebrate wins with you and to mourn losses. As long as I’m with you I know I can manage everything your family or the media throws at me"

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you looked at the man who had once held your heart and still did. The memories, the love, the shared moments – they were all there, etched into your heart.

"Charles, I can't promise anything," you whispered, your voice catching. "But I'm willing to try, to see if we can navigate this complicated road together."

A mixture of relief and joy swept across Charles' face, and he pulled you into a tight embrace. In that moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift, and it was just the two of you, holding onto each other in a hidden corner of the chaos of the F1 paddock.

As you both pulled away from the hug, he looked at you with a glint of determination in his eyes. "Y/N, I know this might be unconventional, but I want to ask you something."

You looked at him curiously, your heart pounding. "What is it?"

He took a deep breath and then dropped down to one knee before you, pulling out a small box from his pocket. Your breath caught as he opened it to reveal a stunning ring.

"Y/N, I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to you, no matter how hard it may get." he said, his eyes locking onto yours. Will you marry me?" Charles asked, his voice filled with hope.

Tears streamed down your face as you looked at the man who had captured your heart and soul. It was a whirlwind of emotions – the memories of your secret love, the challenges ahead, the uncertainty of the future. But in this moment, all that mattered was the love you shared.

"Yes, Charles," you said, your voice filled with conviction. "I will marry you."

His eyes lit up with pure happiness, and he slipped the ring onto your finger before standing up and pulling you into a passionate kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the promise of a new beginning.

As your lips met in that fervent kiss, it was as if time stood still. All the doubts, all the worries, they melted away in the warmth of your shared affection.

Charles held you close, his arms strong and comforting, sealing the promise of a new beginning. Little did you know, your private moment had been witnessed by an unexpected observer.

Max had been on his way back to the garage, his mind focused on the previous race, when he saw the two of you sharing that passionate kiss. His initial reaction was a mix of shock, hurt, and anger. He felt a pang of betrayal, the feeling that his own sister and his rival had been keeping something from him. In his mind, questions raced like a storm.

How long has this been going on? How could you both keep this from him? Why hadn't you trusted him with your feelings? His emotions were a tangled mess, and he found himself standing there, grappling with the rush of emotions coursing through him.

Just as you were lost in the moment, a voice cut through the air, tinged with surprise and a hint of annoyance. "Well, well, what do we have here?"

You turned to see Max standing there, a mixture of disbelief and disbelief on his face as he looked between the two of you. His expression shifted from surprise to confusion, and then to anger.

"Max…" you started, your heart sinking as you realized the gravity of the situation.

Max's jaw tightened as he took in the scene before him. "So, this is why you've been so distant? Sneaking around with Charles, my rival?"

Charles stepped forward, his expression a mix of earnestness and determination. "Max, I know this looks bad, but please, let us explain."

Max's eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions, his frustration evident. "Explain? What could you possibly say to justify keeping this from me?"

You took a deep breath, mustering the courage to speak. "Max, I know this is hard to understand, but Charles and I… we love each other. It's not something we planned, but it happened. We've been trying to keep it a secret to protect you."

Max's anger seemed to soften slightly, replaced with a mixture of surprise and hurt. "So, you were both lying to me? "All this time? Y/N you’re my sister I expected you to be honest with me"

Charles stepped closer, his voice sincere. "Max, it wasn't about lying. It was about protecting our love and what we had. We didn't want it to affect our teams or our friendship."

“And we really tried to stay away from each other but we can't Max. I will never be happy without Charles in my life.” You pleaded with your older brother

Max's gaze shifted between the two of you, his emotions clearly in turmoil. "This is a lot to process, you know. My sister and Charles Leclerc, secretly in love? How am I supposed to feel about this?"

You took a step toward Max, your voice gentle. "Max, we understand that this is a shock. We didn't want to hurt you. We never wanted to betray your trust."

Max's anger seemed to soften as he looked at you, a mixture of vulnerability and uncertainty in his gaze. "Y/N, you're my sister. I don't want to see you hurt, and I don't want our relationship to be strained."

Charles nodded in agreement. "Max, I care about you, and I never wanted to jeopardize our friendship. But I also care about Y/N deeply. We're willing to face the challenges, whatever they may be."

Max sighed, his anger slowly giving way to a mix of resignation and understanding. "I can't say I'm happy about this, but I can see that you both have genuine feelings for each other."

You stepped closer to Max, your voice filled with emotion. "Max, you're my brother, and I love you. I never wanted to hurt you, but I can't deny my feelings for Charles."

Max looked between you and Charles, his expression shifting from anger to a mix of resignation and acceptance. "Fine, I can't change how you both feel. But I better not see any more secrets or lies. If you're going to be together, be honest about it. I won't stand in your way, but don't expect me to be your biggest cheerleader either."

Charles nodded, a grateful smile on his face. "Thank you, Max. We appreciate your understanding more than you know."

Max let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Just don't make me regret this."

As you stood there, the weight of the moment settling in, Max approves of your relationship with his rival.

"And you," he said, looking at Charles, his gaze hardening, "if you hurt my sister, you'll have me to answer to."

Charles held Max's gaze, his determination unwavering. "I won't, Max. I promise."

Max's gaze shifted back to you, his voice softer. "Take care of each other, okay?"

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. "We will."

Max let out a sigh, his frustration melting away as he looked at the two of you. "Fine, you have my begrudging approval. Just don't make a mess of it."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you stepped forward and embraced Max tightly. "Thank you, Max. I promise we'll do our best."

As you pulled away, Max's expression had softened, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Charles slapped his hand on Max’s back. “So I guess this makes you my future brother in law.”

“Brother in law!” Max exclaimed and you froze before giggling. Guess you had forgotten to mention that you’d gotten engaged right before he caught you.

After the initial shock faded Max sighed "Well, I guess I should say congratulations. Just don't make me attend a secret wedding, okay?"

You chuckled, wiping away a tear. "Deal."

With Max's reluctant approval, you and Charles were ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. It wouldn't be easy, navigating a relationship in the spotlight of the F1 world, but you were determined to make it work. As you looked at Charles, the man you loved, and the ring on your finger, you felt a sense of hope and excitement for the future.

The journey wouldn't be without its obstacles, but together, you were ready to take on the world. And as the two of you walked back towards the paddock, hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel that the best was yet to come.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #formula 1 #formula one #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc imagine #brother! max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader

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whyanne4 · 9 months

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Daylight

Part: 4/?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Category: Social Media au

Summary: Follow the love story of a global pop icon and a monegasque F1 driver

Face claim: Taylor Swift (Singing) + others

Tag-list: @mindflay3r @karmabyfernando

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2019

It's no secret that the former power-couple's relationship ended with bad blood as cheating allegations regarding Neymar leaked in January of 2018. The pair announced their split on social media two weeks later. However, it seems as if the Brazilian is not ready to give up on his ex yet. He has posted multiple instagram posts using lyrics from her recent album Lover which the singer wrote about current boyfriend, F1 driver Charles Leclerc. We have yet to get a statement about this from Leclerc or L/N.

A post uploaded by Neymar last Thursday captioned: "I'll save all my dirtiest jokes for you, meu amor😘"

When asked about these posts the PSG star responded

"I will always love her and she is an amazing woman. I've made mistakes in the past but I will do everything in my power to right my wrongs"

The world is understandably shocked by this statement seeing how the pop-star is in a one year long relationship with Ferrari F1 driver Charles Leclerc and even wrote an entire album stating her love for him. The couple is one of the most popular celebrity couples today and the fans love their romantic interactions on social media and in the F1 paddock.

What do you think? Is this Neymar simply being jealous of the love Leclerc is getting both from Y/N and the fans or is he serious? Follow E!News for more updates.

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charles_leclerc: She's mine. You may have had her once. But I got her all the time.

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leleleclerc: Show him Charles!!!

pieregasly: My man🐶

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- pierragazzolina: Pierre??!!

- titiwolff: what is with that emoji??😭

janelle_leclerzz: okay I get it Neymar. If I fumbled the bag that hard I would regret it too

y/nhouse: damn, Charles is really out here living my dream life😫

slaybastianvettel: the second pic🥵

arthur_leclerc: good work brother👍

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yourusername: always yours❤️

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yourusername: Baby, I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

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elitey/n: damn our girl really said Neymar who?

girlieprix: Charles and y/n are really squashing any speculations as they should!😤

y/ngirle4life: IS THAT AN ENGAGEMENT RING IN THE LAST PIC???

- safetycar92: OMG IT'S HUGE!!!

- juniorlecclerc: In her material girl era💅

- y/nfanzzaccount: It's on her right hand guys. Chill down

charles_leclerc: You're so beautiful mon amour😍

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- l/ny/nleclerc: and I can't even get a response back from my guy🥹

yourusername:

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yourusername: All Too Well 10 minute version out July 1.

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formula_y/n: She really said: Let me just remind all of you what this man has done.💅

holly_leclerccc: she's an icon she's a legend and she is the moment!

eras_y/n: watch your back Neymar, watch your back😈

y/nwhereareyou: 10 MINUTES????

charles_leclerc: you❤️

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pierregasly: you're working overtime huh??

- yourusername: always am😇

trulyleclerc: Y/N said: When they go low, I go LOWER

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc social media au #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc x female reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #formula 1 social media au #f1 social media au #f1 fic #f1 imagine

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whyanne4 · 9 months

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memories part 2 plz!!

Okay so originally I didn't plan on doing a part 2 of Memories but I have gotten multiple requests for it so I will be writing it but I don't really have any ideas. If you have any please share them with me🫶

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #formula 1 #formula one #charles leclerc x female reader

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whyanne4 · 9 months

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Memories

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Verstappen! Reader

Part: 1/2

Category: angst

Summary: After months of sneaking around with your brothers biggest rival, Charles, you to end your relationship in order to protect both yourself and him from the medias praying eyes.

Right person, wrong situation. Loosely based on Conan Gray’s song: Memories. and Illicit affairs by Taylor Swift.

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“Charles stop, we can't do this anymore.” You said as you felt the brunette slip his arms around your waist and kiss your neck gently. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine.

“Why not Y/N?” He whined into your neck.

“Charles I’m serious, stop. What if Max finds out?” You asked as you untangle yourself from his embrace.

“I don’t care.” Charles said defiantly, stepping back a bit.

"Well, I do. Max is my brother, and if he finds out about us, it'll ruin everything," you declared, stepping away and plopping down on the couch in his driver's room and in your mind all you could think of was all of the time you’d spent with Charles on that very same couch. How he’d kissed you and told you you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

You had met Charles through Max, your older brother and fellow F1 driver. The two of them were fierce rivals on the track. And you knew that if Max ever found out about your secret relationship with Charles, it would not only strain their relationship but also create chaos in the F1 media.

Last season, when you started attending more races and spending time with Max's team, you and Charles had found yourselves drawn to each other. It was effortless, like two pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly together. You had tried to resist the temptation, knowing the potential consequences, but love has a way of breaking down walls.

The months that followed were filled with stolen glances, secret rendezvous, and stolen kisses. Every moment with Charles felt like a dream, and you knew that what you shared was special and rare. Everything was perfect. He was perfect, he still is but the fear of Max's reaction and the media scrutiny always lurked in the back of your mind.

You both had agreed to keep your relationship a secret, knowing that the repercussions of being discovered would be severe. But as time passed, it became harder to hide your feelings for each other. The thrill of the forbidden love mixed with the danger of being caught was intoxicating, but you knew it couldn't go on forever.

You know that it would be terrible for Charless image if the media found out. You were 4 years younger than him and you know that the people on twitter would be having a field day if your relationship ever got out.

So you never told anyone. Not Max, not your friends, nobody. Your relationship was a well kept secret. Sneaking out to see him at his apartment in Monaco or in his drivers room. Secret vacations to foreign countries. Hotel rooms under fake names. Think of anything forbidden and the two of you’ve done it. During those months of sneaking around both you and Charles fell hard for one another.

Those months were probably the best months of your life. He was the perfect guy for you and you hope that you were the perfect girl for him. The love you shared was something out of a fairytale and you knew that it was one for the ages. The kind of love only a few lucky ones get to experience during their lifetime.

But the reality of your situation was inescapable. You knew getting involved with him was a bad idea so you’d broken everything off three months ago. You knew it was the right decision. Trying to maintain your secret relationship would only lead to heartbreak and trouble.

Yet, the heart wants what it wants, and when you saw each other again for the first time since the split at this weekend's Grand Prix, he pulled you into his driver’s room like so many times before. You tried to resist, but your connection was too strong to ignore. One thing led to another and suddenly you were being pushed against a wall with his lips on yours before you came to your senses. Which leds to where you are right now:

“Y/N please listen to me.” Charles begged as he followed you and sat down on the couch beside you. You looked into his gorgeous emerald green eyes like you had a million times before.

“Charles, please don’t.” You tried with him but he wouldn’t let you finish.

“No! I don’t want to stop loving you. You are the one for me and I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else.” He confessed wholeheartedly. You felt the tears start to form in your eyes.

"Charles, please, we can't keep doing this," you said, tears forming in your eyes. "I love you, but we're only hurting ourselves by continuing like this. You knew getting into this that it wouldn’t last. However much I want to, we can never be.” You reasoned with him.

“I don’t care. Y/N you are the love of my life. We can make it work. We don’t have to tell anyone if that's what you want. Or we can tell everyone. Whatever you want.” He pleaded with you. “Or if you don’t want that I can quit F1 and we can run away together. We can get a secret house together in the countryside of France and start a family together or something, anything. I would give you everything I have in a heartbeat. Please just don’t give up on this Y/N. Don’t give up on us.” He started crying quietly and so did you.

“Charles, you know that wouldn’t work. Our families would find out eventually and so would the media. You will be bashed for dating me and your relationship with Max will be ruined.” You pleaded with him.

“I don't care. Y/N, you are the love of my life. We can make it work. We don't have to tell anyone if that's what you want. We can keep it a secret until the time is right,” he pleaded, holding her hand in his.

“Charles, it's not just about the secrecy. It's about our families, Max's feelings, and the media. It's about everything. As much as I love you, I can't put everyone else through that,” she said, her voice filled with sadness.

“So, you think what we had was nothing?” he was rightfully upset, but you didn’t know what else to tell him, he clearly wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“Please, Charles. This is hard enough as it is. Don’t make it harder than it already is okay. I know that one day you’ll find an amazing girl who will steal your heart and whom you will love 10 times more than me.” You put your hand on his cheek and felt his tears hit your thumb.

“That’s not possible, baby. I don’t want anyone else. We can make it work, please, you’re the one for me. I know it. I’ll never love anyone as much as I love you.” Charles pleaded.

“I love you too, Charles, so much.” You confessed to him. Even if you knew it wouldn’t help the situation at all. You felt the need to let him know that the feelings were not one sided. You loved this man with all your heart and if the circumstances were different, if you his rivals younger sister and if he wasn’t an F1 driver with the whole world watching his every move: You would probably get married, have a couple of kids and then grow old together. You would have the whole white picket-fence dream. But instead you were trapped in this situation and all you could do was try to let him go even if it was hard.

“See, you love me too. Y/N, I promise that things will work out.” He took your hand in his and caressed your palm gently with his thumb. His touch felt so familiar and you just wanted to let all your walls down and let him love you, let yourself love him. But you knew you couldn’t.

“Charles, as much as I want that, it’s just make-believe. It will never work out the way we want to and everyone will be hurt in the end, honey.” You felt the nickname slip from your lips before you could stop it. It was what you called him all throughout your secret rendezvous and the simple word held so much meaning for both of you.

“I know that, baby. I just don’t want to let you go. You’re my favorite person in the whole world. I don’t know how I will ever move on from you.” He seemed to finally give in and as much as it broke your heart you felt relief that he understood and didn’t argue more with you.

“I know it’s hard, honey. Which is why we can’t keep going back to each other from now on, okay? We can’t find an end to something that we keep beginning over and over again. From now on, I can’t be your friend or your lover, Charles. As much as it kills me inside I can’t hold you back from falling in love with somebody else.” You knew your words were harsh but you really needed to put an end to this here and now.

“I understand.” He put both of his hands on your cheeks and met your gaze. Both of your eyes were red from crying and held so many emotions and so much love for one another. “You’ll always be my person, no matter what happens or who I meet. If you ever change your mind I’ll be there for you with open arms no matter what. You’ll always have a piece of my heart Y/N. Please take care of it.”

“I will, I promise.” You vowed to him, your voice cracking as you tried to speak through your tears. “If things were different..” You tried to explain.

“Shh… Don’t worry about it, baby. You don’t have to explain.” He cut you off. “I’m not mad at you, I could never be mad at you.”

Silence followed as both of you gazed into each other's eyes, trying to savor your last moments together as a couple before all you had left were the memories of better times.

“Can I kiss you one last time?” He asked quietly as if he was afraid of shattering the moment.

“Yes.” Was all you could say before his lips met yours in one final, heart shattering kiss. Your tears mixed as they ran down both of your cheeks. His hands were still on your cheeks and you felt him pushing your face closer to his. You pulled away for air and he did the same.

“I’ll always love you, Charles.” You finally broke the silence.

“I’ll always love you too.” He said and you felt his soft hands leave your tear stained cheeks for the last time before he kissed your forehead and let go of you. You exited his driver’s room, heartbroken with only the memories of him left.

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whyanne4 · 9 months

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So… Mafia! Charles Leclerc x university student, anyone interested? If you have any ideas please send them🫶

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #mafia! Charles Leclerc

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whyanne4 · 9 months

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I just wanted to tell you that I have an angsty charles fic loosely based on memories by Conan Gray and Illicit affairs by Taylor Swift in my queue scheduled for Friday 9PM CET so stay tuned and lmk if you want to be tagged :)

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x reader angst #charles leclerc angst

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whyanne4 · 9 months

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Daylight

Part: 3/?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Category: Social Media au

Summary: Follow the love story of a global pop icon and a monegasque F1 driver

Face claim: Taylor Swift (Singing) + others

Note: I can’t comment on any posts (I’ve written to tumblr for help) so If you comment on my post and I don’t respond that’s why :)

Tag-list: @mindflay3r

Masterlist

2019

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yourusername:

The day is here! Stream Lover on all platforms today. This album is my heart and soul poured into melodies, capturing the love I share with my forever love and muse, Charles.

Every song is a journey through our story, the lyrics describe how utterly and irrevocably in love I am with this man. He came into my life during some of my darkest times like the sun peeking through the clouds on a rainy day. Charles, I once believed love would be burning red like a fire, intense and short lived but you've shown me that it's golden like daylight, soft and long lasting. Thank you for choosing me to be your forever love.❤️

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blakelively: What a beautiful album!🩷

charles_leclerc: Couldn't be prouder of you mon amour❤️

pierregasly: Amazing album, still can't believe it's about Charles but oh well🤷‍♂️

- yourusername: hahahah thank you Pear🤩

- charles_leclerc: really Pierre🙁

scuderiaferrari: We will be playing it on repeat in the garage for the foreseable future

- mercedesamgf1: smae

- redbullracing: same

- tororosso: same

- alfaromeostake: same

- mclaren: same

- icemanfan: I love how all the teams love Y/N🤣

slaybastianvettel: This album!!!!! I NEED MYSELF A CHARLES RIGHT TF NOW!!!

y/n_culture: I've never seen her this happy. She literally wrote an entire love album, not song, ALBUM for him!!😭

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charles_leclerc: My wonderful girlfriend just released her newest album Lover. Go listen to it on all platforms today!

Y/N, your talent and your grace is unbelievable. The things you've accomplished are incredible and you deserve every bit of praise and success that the world has to offer. It's an honor to have been the inspiration for this album and to have the privilege of being by your side.❤️

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yourusername: My forever❤️

arthur_leclerc: cheesy🥴

- charles_leclerc: Shut up Arthur🙄

danielricciardo: What you did to deserve that girl is beyond me🧐

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charles_lec_lec: Damn he's a keeper😍

- lando_bbg: he's the blueprint fr😍

Honey_daniel: I want what they have🤧

pierregasly:

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pierregsaly: Go check out Y/N new album full of extremely cheesy songs about her and Charles. I never thought I would like the girl that stole my best friend but turns out she is 100x cooler than him. 😎

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yourusername: thx ig🤨

- pierregasly: you're very welcome🤩

charles_leclerc: Why are everyone bullying me??😅

- yourusername: sorry baby, you just make it so easy to😘

- arthur_leclerc: because you suck

- trybeingredbull: omg Athur💀

- may_leclercish: Her and Pierre 🤧

arthur_leclerc:

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arthur_leclerc: so my (future) sister (in law) just dropped an album about my brother which is absolutely disgusting but it's pretty good, 10/10 would recommend!

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yourusername: Arthur... what is that picture of me??😀

- arthur_leclerc: just wanted to capture your esscence and natural beauty😘😘

- yourusername: I hate you

- arthur_leclerc: no you don't😘

- yourusername: no I don't🫶

ferrarigalsunite: the way he put "future" and "in law" in parentacies because he sees her as a sister. Brb just gonna cry for a bit🤧

charles_leclerc: did you steal my banana costume??😃

- yourusername: noOoo, I would never do such a thing🤠