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Family Secrets

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: dad!Charles, dad!Carlos and dad!Pierre all in one!!, mentions of pregnancy, the Leclerc children are a headache and a half, alcohol and the consumption of, a singular mention of drugs, a very old fashioned way of thinking from Charles’ end, a few swear words, one big happy family. 

Word Count: 3.9k

Author’s Note: thank you to the anons that sent in these asks, this one is for you guys!! thank you to @timetoracewrites for letting me use sofia in here!! 

based on these asks – one // two // three // four // five 

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You two had been incredibly blessed your entire lives; you had fallen in love at a young age and got married, you had been fortunate enough to be able to travel the world with your husband, Charles, watching him do what he loved and you were still were able to keep up with your writing, number one seller after the other. 

The first time you got pregnant, it wasn’t planned. Twins in the first go. Your family of two quickly became a family of 4; the two boys making their appearance after a long yet short nine months. 

Gabriel Hervé Leclerc was the older of the boys, born a whopping 12 minutes before his twin, Christopher Jules Leclerc. 

They were troublemakers from the day they were born; they had their father’s eyes, his dimples and smile. 

The family of 4 remained 4 for another 2 years before you found out you were pregnant again. This time you had a baby girl; Eloise Marie Leclerc. 

She too bared great resemblance to her father; the only thing was she has your eyes but his dimples prominent on her little cheeks, her fair skin identical to her father’s. As she got older, you quickly learned that she turned tomato red in the sun like her daddy. 

Even though she was the youngest of the 3 children, she had her brothers (and her father) wrapped around her little finger from day one.  

The kids didn’t stay little forever, you basked in the memories but now they were all grown up. The boys were 19 and your baby girl turned 17 last month. 

You and Eloise were at the nail salon, a regular Friday for the Leclerc women. Pascale usually joins you two, the gossip overflowing between you 3 but she wasn’t able to join you guys today. 

Charles was taking you to an event tonight, some F1 gala that required his presence for a few hours to give out an award. 

You were showing your daughter a colour, asking her which one she liked between but she waved you off, “blue, mom.” She answers, her eyes glued to the phone sitting on her thigh as the woman worked on her left hand. 

“Who’s texting you that you’re so busy you can’t even look up?” 

Eloise looks over at you, her cheeks red. “Anthony.” 

You racked your brain – Anthony ? Who the hell was Anthony? It was like the light bulb turned on when you looked over at her again, a smile on your own face. 

“Anthony as in, Anthony Gasly ?” 

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Howdy — Daniel Ricciardo

sometimes all you need is a trip into nature and the people you love to remind you what really matters the most

warnings: absolutely none, just a Danny Ric Drabble full of fluff to pay for my sins in the last tdid chapter <3

word count: 2.1k

When Daniel told you a few months ago about the trip he and his buddies planned to Montana during an off-week, you'd initially been hesitant to go. It seemed like a boys' trip, and you didn't want to intrude. But after plenty of reassurance from your husband and him reminding you he wouldn't be able to feel completely relaxed if you weren't there, he convinced you to tag along, assuring you two of his friends had family coming too.

In the beginning, you were unsure if a trip all the way back to the states in the middle of the season was a good idea. But you'd had a front-row seat to how unfortunate Daniel's season had been playing out so far, not to mention the poor treatment from his team, and seeing how discouraged he was broke your heart.

He needed this trip, so if he wanted to fly across the globe for only a few days, you'd let him. And if he wanted you there, you were going to be there.

But about a month before the trip, you started feeling unwell. You didn't think anything of it at first, but after it persisted longer than a week it was grounds for concern. Daniel was across the globe racing, so you didn't want to stress him out.

One thing led to another, and you found yourself sitting at the doctor's office, mouth open and eyes wide in shock at the news you were 8 weeks pregnant.

Of course, you were excited. You and Daniel had talked about having kids before, it being the one thing you two were always able to agree about, but you'd always talked about starting a family once he retired. He'd always said that way he could give you and the kids his full attention like you deserved, but you knew Daniel would be a great dad regardless of if he was there 24/7 or only during his breaks from racing. However, now you'd both have to face the reality a lot sooner than you'd expected.

Despite your small fear of how he'd react, you were ecstatic. Daniel would never be upset about getting to be a dad, and deep down you knew that.

Now you just had to figure out how to tell him.

In the short amount of time, before you were to leave for Montana, you'd managed to devise a plan. It was easier than you'd expected, seeing as Daniel was away racing and the fact that you wouldn't see him until you landed in Montana. Yes, keeping this a secret was eating you alive, and you weren't sure if Daniel had noticed something off about the way you were acting over the facetime calls you'd shared, but it was going to be worth it. It had to be.

So now, you were sitting on the porch of the home you'd all rented out in the greenery of Montana, cozied up under some blankets, quietly waiting for the boys to return from their biking trip.

Daniel wanted you to come, but you'd reassured him he needed some quality time with just his guy friends this trip. In reality, the symptoms of pregnancy had crept up on you and were taking their toll. Going on a long bike ride through the twists and turns of the mountain roads when you were dizzy and nauseous sounded like absolute torture. Not to mention you were always tired, regardless of how much sleep you were getting; a nap always sounded great.

The small box you'd kept hidden since the beginning of the trip lay in your lap under the blanket. You were going to tell him tonight simply because you were too ancy to keep waiting. It was only the first night here, but you'd barely managed to last the whole day surrounded by him without blurting it out from pure excitement.

You sipped on your mug of warm decaffeinated tea, looking out into the picturesque view the state had to offer, picturing all the joy of having a family with Daniel.

Toys strewn around the floor of the house as kids giggled and ran from Daniel as he chased them.

Daniel telling them stories of his childhood before bed because they begged him for just one more.

Sitting together as a family at the dinner table, talking about the day, and just enjoying the simple, mundane things even more.

The wonderful thoughts were interrupted as you heard the engine of their truck pull into the grass area designated as the driveway. One by one, the guys got out of the truck, laughing and recounting the best parts of their ride.

You gave each of the guys a wave as they passed you, walking in through the front door. Instead of following his friends inside, Daniel plopped down on the couch next to you, slinging his arm around your shoulders, and pulling you close to kiss your temple.

"Aren't you cold?" he asked, rubbing up and down your arms with his hands from their position around you.

You shook your head. "How was the ride?"

You watched his smile grow and listened as he told you all the amazing stuff they saw and did, all the funny moments, and how he was freezing the whole time.

Seeing him so happy and carefree after such an emotionally draining half of the season settled your nerves, filling you with gratitude. He needed this break more than anyone.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, his arms squeezing you closer instinctively. Both of you sat there, looking out into the beautiful nature infront of you, the only sound was the muted noises of everyone inside the house.

After a few minutes of enjoying each other's company, you moved your hand under the blanket and grabbed the white box.

"I have something for you," you whispered excitedly.

Daniel looked at you in confusion, but you didn't let him ask before you placed the box in his hand. He stared at it for a moment before looking back at you. While he still looked confused, there was a glimmer of adoration in his eyes.

"You didn't need to get me anything," he said, still looking at you, not having opened the box yet.

You smiled, "Just open it, Danny."

He obliged and peeled the lid off the box. It took him a second to register what it was. You couldn't help but find his expression cute, his brows furrowed and lips pursed in bewilderment.

It was only when he picked up what was in the box that he finally realized what was going on.

It was a small, dark teal baby onesie with one word written in loopy, cursive white letters across the front.

“Howdy”

The gift had come specially made by the designer of his own merch after you gave the company a call and asked for a tiny favor.

Still holding up the gift, he snapped his head over to look at you, his wide eyes asking you if it was true.

You'd been married to Daniel for years, but just based on his facial expressions you couldn't tell how he was taking the news yet. Warily, you nodded at him.

All your worries melted away when the corners of Daniel's mouth moved upwards to reveal the biggest grin you'd ever seen him wear. He looked back to the onesie, his hand coming to his mouth, and grabbing his jaw in disbelief.

You sat there, observing him with a smile on your face. Faintly, you heard his sniffling. His head dropped to hide in embarrassment as you sat up taller and placed your hand affectionately on his back.

"Danny-"

"I'm really gonna get be a dad?" He turned to you, tears welled in his eyes, with a hopeful look on his face.

Again, all you could do was nod, smiling. You knew you had nothing to be worried bout. Seeing. his reaction almost made you feel stupid for doubting the man you loved for even a second. Words didn't feel right for a response. To be honest, you couldn't even get them out you were so infatuated with your husband at the moment.

He sprung forwards and pulled you into a bone-crushing embrace. He led you tightly to him and you hugged him back, his head nuzzling into your neck.

"We're gonna have a family," he whispered with disbelief into your neck.

You brought your hand up and ran your hand along the back of his neck comfortingly.

"We're gonna have a family," you repeated, now in tears yourself.

He pulled away. And looked at you lovingly. What came out of his mouth next took you by surprise.

"I'm calling Zak tonight to let him know I'm done after this season."

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head you were so taken aback.

"Daniel, hold on a second-"

He shook his head and cut you off with a grab of your hand.

"Apples, I told you. When we were going to settle down and start a family, I wanted to be there. The whole time. I want this kid to know their dad and I want to help-"

"Kids." You cut him off promptly.

"Yeah, three, maybe four down the line. But nevertheless, I want to raise our kids together."

You were smiling at what he was saying, how dedicated he was to you and your future family, and he had;t even met them yet. But you still had to correct him be as it may.

"No, Daniel I mean kids as in now." You gestured to the box that lay abandoned on the table in the heat of all the excitement.

As if it was possible, he looked even more shocked. Using his lightning-speed reaction time he grabbed the box and lo and behold, he pulled out another onesie, but this time, it was the dark red color his merch also came in. And on the front, in the same big white cursive letters it read:

"Howdy, partner"

His face lit up with excitement, and you couldn't help but giggle at his reaction to the news. Again, he dove straight for you and engulfed you in his embrace.

"I'm definitely retiring now," he said with his face pressed into your neck, hugging you tighter.

You patted his back, "Pull the reigns there, cowboy. We can talk about this later. But for now, I have one last thing-"

He pulled back from your embrace, looking at you with awe. For some reason, he grabbed the box again, looked inside, then turned it upside down.

You laughed, "Only two, sorry hot shot." He laughed, and looked at you, waiting for you to finish.

Standing up, the blankets over your lap fell to the floor. You were stood, dressed head to toe in his new Rodeo-themed merch. He sat there, looking you up and down, trying to figure it out before you could tell him.

The hoodie and sweatpants were so baggy that they swallowed your whole figure. But Daniel couldn't even think straight the second you lifted up the dark navy fabric over your stomach to reveal your small bump.

It wasn't big, there was no way you could've hidden that from him all day if it was. But it wasn't small enough to not go unnoticed. After all, there were 2 little ones growing in there. He wondered how far along you were.

"8 weeks," you said quietly answering his question.

For the first time, he wondered when this could've happened. You guys were always super careful, but then it clicked.

"Italy?" He asked with shock.

"Italy," you confirmed with a wince.

"Oh geeze, that's not a great race to have immortalized in my children." He chuckled, but you could see the flash of hurt run across his face quickly at the reminder of his poor performance this season.

You grabbed his hands and placed them on your growing belly, looking down into his eyes as you placed your free hand on his cheek.

“These kids aren't going to care if you come in P18, P1, or anywhere imbetween. Because they're going to know that they have the coolest, best dad in the world."

Rubbing his cheek with your thumb, you could see how grateful he was to have you by his side during all of this. All you wanted was to see the man you loved, thriving and happy.

He knew you were right. He’d been letting his self doubt blind himself about the truth. The way people were using him as a scapegoat for his car’s poor performance wouldn't matter that much to him anymore, not when he had 3 people who meant even more to him waiting for him at home.

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“He prefers me” - Pierre Gasly Imagine.

summary: in which the reader’s cat seems to hate it when she gets too close to Pierre…and he finds it amusing.

warnings: a few swear words, pure fluff

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Your head was resting in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck as the rain pattered down outside your apartment window.

The warm room was filled with soft sounds of speech coming from the Netflix show Pierre had chosen to watch on his rest day, you weren’t to bothered about what it was, you were just grateful to have him home.

Soft purrs were coming from the fury monster sat atop Pierre’s chest as it rose slightly up and down following the rhythm of his breaths.

You smiled softly as you lay under multiple cosy, fluffy blankets as the open log burner fire crackled under your large TV Pierre has gifted you through this own accord.

You were upset he had bought it outside of a special occasion as you had told him you weren’t comfortable with him paying for everything in your relationship.

He however, replied instantly with how he loved to spoil his girl and that you deserved it. Follow by a cheeky remark: “at least we’ll be able to see what’s on the screen now.”

You replied by clipping him slightly on the back of the head to which his giggled on grew louder.

“What’s on your mind, amour?” the man next to you leaned his head on top of yours as he sees you smile out the corner of his eye, one of his favourite things to see.

You sigh contently before propping yourself up on your elbow and replying:

“I’m just happy. So, so happy.” you say to him making him hum in response as a large, toothy grin appears upon his face.

“I am too, chérie” and the softness in his voice makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You slowly reach your hand up to lightly scratch at his scalp (one of his favourite things) and run your hands through your hair.

Suddenly, you feel a small pain in your arm.

You turn to the culprit and your cat sits there, his arm outstretched as he stares at you in what you could only call disgust.

You and Pierre turn to look at each other, your mouth wide open and his eyes wide open, blinking harshly in shock.

“You little shit!” You say laughing at your cat as you try pushing him gently of Pierre.

The cat having experienced this multiple times during play times in the ten years you’ve had him, he digs his claws into the duvet on top of your boyfriend and stays put.

Once again you huff before reaching back up to tickle Pierre’s head.

Another whack across your arm.

“No, see he’s my boyfriend not yo-”

You were interrupted by the deepest meow you think you’ve ever heard from your cat.

Pierre instantly bursts out in fits of laughter as your cat repeatedly prohibits you from touching your boyfriend.

“It’s okay, buddy” Pierre says as he strokes the cat resting on his stomach.

“Just let me have a moment with our girl” he says as he taps the cat lightly on his nose.

Pierre instead, changes his movements to begin softly playing with your hair. Twiddling it in between his fingers as the scent of your favourite shampoo and conditioner filters the air around him.

It always makes him feel at home.

“Ow, merde!” Suddenly comes from your boyfriend and you both turn to look at your angry cat as he stares at Pierre.

Now it’s your turn to fill the cosy, happy room with your soft giggles and despite the pain in Pierre’s arm, he can’t help but smile as he looks at his girl.

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my first fic!! how was it? if you have any requests let me know!!

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mclaren knows :)

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ferrari drivers 🤝 me, bad postures

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seb: *creates an instagram account*

us: omg exciting new project, can't wait!!

seb: i'm retiring

us:

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No one will ever do it like you. You will forever be one of the drivers that i love the most and that the people love the most, you will always be the driver that thousands look up to, and you will always be the driver that inspires everyone to be their best. I’m happy with your decision as long as you’re comfortable and happy, and you’re right, there’s a life off-track and i know you will enjoy it. You’ve had an amazing journey in Formula 1 and it’s been amazing to keep up with you. Good luck Seb, we love and appreciate you❤️.

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a/n: this story is PURE FICTION and has nothing to do with real life, I do not think by any means that Toto would ever cheat on his wife nor do I have something against Susie. She’s a total badass and I love her for that. Also, this is my first ever story, so please go easy on me. :)

Tw: just the usual really

You’ve been working as Toto’s assistant for the past year. In the past year you learned something: you can never be good enough for Toto Wolff, unless you’re Lewis Hamilton.

You can’t particularly say Toto made you life hell in the past year, but you can’t help but feel like he didn’t make any effort to get to know you better and try to be friendly.

Toto may be stubborn, tough and hard to impress, but so were you. So your life as Toto’s assistant wasn’t exactly easy and vice versa. 

You’ve been working a lot since you started your job at Mercedes, but you wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. You came in early and left late. You were the first one to arrive and the last one to leave. But it was your job, and you loved it.

Tonight was no different, it was almost midnight and you were still in your office  sorting through paperwork and preparing Toto’s schedule for the upcoming week. The office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After finishing going through paperwork you gathered your stuff, ready to leave. As you made your way to the exit you saw that the lights were on in Toto’s office so you entered to turn them off. You didn’t expect to find him in his office. He left hours ago to spend time with his wife and didn’t see him come back in.

“Toto, are you alright?”, you asked, and he flinched

“y/n, Jesus, you scared the shit out of me”, he said

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d find you here. Didn’t you already leave?”

“Yeah, I did. I just came back.”

“Why?”, you asked and saw he moved uncomfortable in his chair.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. You don’t have to tell me.”, you said feeling a bit ashamed for trying to get your nose in your boss’ business.

“No, it’s ok”, he sighted, “it’s just...Susie and I are getting a divorce. I went home to discuss some things with her. You know, maybe trying this again, finding some common ground.”

You were speechless. You had no idea Toto had problems with his wife and he never spoke about it. You knew Susie, you saw her a lot around the paddock and not only. You’ve spoken to her, you ate lunch with her. And never in a million years you would have believed they will get a divorce. 

“What are you going to do now?”

“What do you mean, y/n?”, he asked, scanning you from head to toe and you felt your cheeks turn red.

“I mean, what are you going to do now? Where are you going to stay?”

“For tonight, here. I have to be in the office early tomorrow. After that, I’ll see.”, he said, and you thought you saw a smirk on his face.

“Mhm, I understand.”, you replied feeling a pool forming between your legs.

The effect he had on you it was unbelievable. He was for sure a hot man, but he was you boss and married. Or just your boss, you weren’t so sure about the other one anymore. 

He brought you down to earth with his voice and thick accent. 

“Are you disappointed?”, he said while getting closer to you, “do you have a spare bedroom you would like to rent?”, he asked smirking. 

“I think that’s a bit inappropriate, boss.”, you said chuckling.

“Each of my thoughts about you are  inappropriate.”, Toto said caressing you arm.

“Toto…”

“I love it when you say my name like that.” at this point, his strong hands were on your waist.

“Toto, please, stop, we can’t do this.”, you said running out your breath, and he squeezed your waist harder.

A soft moan escaped your lips.

“If you don’t like my teasing why are you moaning, y/n?”, he said with a lustful look.

You started to squeeze your thighs together, desperate for friction on your core. Toto saw that and with a skilful move you were spread on his desk.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs.”, Toto told you as he pushed your skirt to your waist. “So wet already and I haven’t even touched you.”

Kneeling in front of you, he licked through your wet folds.

“You taste like fucking candy, schatzi.”

He caught you off guard when he inserted two fingers inside of you, pumping in and out of your tight pussy.

“Fuck, Toto…”, you moaned, the pleasure already building inside of you.

“You’re so beautiful all spread out like this…just for me.”, and just like that, hearing those words leave his pretty mouth you felt you walls clenching around his finger, reaching your climax.

“Good girl, that’s a fucking good girl.”, he said as he planted a kiss on the inside of your thigh.

“Did I say you could stop?”, the words slipped out of your mouth. It was probably a side effect of the shattering orgasm you just had.

“If you want more, all you have to do is ask.”, he grinned at you.

“Please…”, you whispered, unable to gather your words.

“Please what?”

“Please, fuck me, Toto. Fill me with your cock.”

You could read the pure lust on his face. He unzipped his pants and took down his boxers letting his big cock out.

“Bend over and spread your legs.”

In a second you were bent over his desk, waiting to feel him inside you. And without any warning he slammed into you, a big moan escaping your lips.

He pumped in and out of you at a high pace, giving you no time to adjust to the size of him.

“You feel so good.”, he groandes and he was hammering you.

“Just shut up and fuck me”, you were close, you felt the knot forming in your stomach and your walls clenching around him.

Just by the way you felt his cock twitch inside you you knew he was close too.

“Turn around”, he said between groans, “I want to see your pretty face as i fill up your tight little pussy.”

“That’s it, that’s my girl.”

As soon as you heard his words your orgasm ripped through you, screaming his name, his orgasm following yours.

He remained inside of you for a while, while both of you catched your breaths.

“That felt amazing, schatzi. You are amazing.”, he said and then kissed your lips.

“Gosh, I’ve never done this before.”, you said a little bit flustered.

“What? Have sex?”, he asked, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“No, have sex with my boss. In his office. I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional after this.”

“Good, cause there are so many things I want to do to you.”, Toto proudly said.

He pulled you into a passionate kiss, a soft moan escaping your lips, giving him the opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth.

“Come on, let’s go.”, you told him, getting your purse and heading to the door.

“Where?”, he asked confused.

“You need a place to stay for the night, and I could use a roommate.”, you told him winking.

He laughed as he grabbed your hand and head out of the office.