#arthur leclerc fanfic

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Perfect Life || CL16 {1}

Summary: On the outside it appeared you had the perfect life but Charles didn't know the secrets that had been kept from him. In order for him to succeed deals were made with your family and no price was too much to pay. Warnings: nsfw, swearing, fighting, mentions of character death, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, horrible parents, Arthur Leclerc being the best friend ever WC: 2.5k

One || Two || Three

“What have you got yourself into now?”

There was no simple answer to that question and it was the very reason you had specifically not called the man waiting for an answer in the corridor. You dragged your eyes away from the chipped grey walls of the cell and stopped reading the tagging that littered the bricks - you didn’t really care that P & H were 2getha 4eva - and sat up from the concrete bed you had attempted to sleep on. 

Stretching your tired muscles, you ignored his question and asked one of your own. “What are you doing here, Charles?”

“Arthur called.” Charles grabbed the bars that separated you, his knuckles turning white as he scanned the other vagrants you had been locked in with. “Did you have to get him involved?”

“What makes you think it was my idea?” It was your idea, but it was rude of him to assume so. 

“My brother wouldn’t know how to find an underground fight club, let alone join one.”

“Maybe you don’t know your brother as well as you think.”

“Maybe, but I know you.” He looked at your cheeks that were still shiny from the Vaseline that helped the blows glance off, then he looked at your busted knuckles that not even tape could stop from splitting. “Why?”

You shrugged, but it tweaked your shoulder that had taken quite the punch and you winced at the spike of pain. “For a bit of fun, let off some steam.”

“Yeah, you look like you are really enjoying yourself,” he muttered sarcastically before walking away.

“Wait, Charles, where are you going?”

“Home, it’s late and Arthur is waiting in the car.”

“You’re just going to leave me here?”

“You didn’t call me,” he stated coldly. “Bail yourself out this time.”

Your clenched fist hit the metal bar and he briefly paused as the ringing sound followed him down the hall. “Dammit, Charles. Please?”

He continued walking away and you dropped back onto the hard slab of concrete wondering why you bothered. Charles never cared for you and the friendship you had with his younger brother, in fact merely breathing around him seemed to be an offence. It had been that way ever since your family sponsored his career, it was like he resented you for your family’s money. 

“Y/L/N,” a burly bailiff called out, interrupting your ranting inner monologue. “You’ve been posted.” 

A frown pinched your brows together as the door opened and you saw Charles standing in the shadows behind the officer. “Now would be the time for a thank you,” he muttered. 

You were tempted to throw a ‘fuck off’ his way but bit your tongue and accepted the thick hoodie he had draped over his arm. While the sex workers you had shared a cell with wore just as little clothing, yours was for an entirely different reason. The sports bra and bike shorts were perfect for fighting in but left you cold in the early hours of the morning, so you quickly pulled the hoodie over your body. “Thank you. I’ll pay you back.”

“I don’t want your money,” he sighed, rubbing his temple and leaving you with the impression that you were the headache he had.

“That’s not what you said to my father 10 years ago.”

“Is it too late to lock her back up?”

The bailiff looked awkwardly between the two of you and if you were in Monaco the officer would have probably marched you back to the cell, but Charles was in Nice now, he was in your city. 

You quickly signed the release form for your belongings and slipped the family signet ring back onto your finger before turning your phone on. A flood of messages from your father, his assistant and his lawyer, appeared in the flurry of vibrations that made Charles scoff and shake his head. “Worried about his little princess, huh?”

It was your turn to scoff. If only he knew how utterly wrong he was, but you weren’t one to air the dirty laundry of your family - even if it would shut the pretentious twat up for one minute. “Same time next week, boys,” you said with a nod to the officers behind the Perspex wall. 

“You’re seriously messed up,” Charles commented as he followed your quick descent down the front steps and aimed for the dark blue Porsche. 

“Keep sweet talking, you flirt,” you shot back sarcastically. “I thought you had a girlfriend.” 

Arthur had opened his door the moment he spotted you and he knew from the pained look on his brother’s face, and the smile on yours, that the interaction had gone as well as expected. He couldn’t understand why two people he loved dearly had to fight like cats and dogs every time they were in the same room. He had tried to get you to talk to Charles, to tell him the truth about your situation, but it had been hard enough talking to Arthur about it and you trusted him with your life. You weren’t going to go through that again for someone that would be more likely to spit in your face. 

“How’s your nose?” Arthur asked as he gently cupped your face and inspected it.

“Relax, I already reset it.” You took comfort in the warmth of his palms but the fuzzy feeling that came with knowing someone in the world cared about your wellbeing was gone in an instant.

“Daddy can always buy you a new one.”

“Charles!”

“Forget about it, Tur,” you murmured as you stepped back and started to make your way home on foot. “Text me when you get home safe.”

“If you care about him you will leave him alone,” Charles called out as he opened the driver's door. “You’re just going to drag him down with you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Arthur growled at his brother before he started to follow you down the street. “Wait, please.”

“You should listen to your brother,” you said over your shoulder. “I’m a sinking ship.”

Arthur’s footsteps quickened as he jogged to your side and pulled you to a stop. “You’re not a sinking ship, but if you are then I will be your lifeboat.”

“That’s stupid analogy,” you scoffed as he pulled you into his arms. “I’m sorry I got you arrested.”

“I could have run when they raided but what kind of best friend would that make me?”

“One with a clean record,” you pointed out, feeling his chest bounce with a silent laugh.

“It’s overrated. I’m thinking about getting a tattoo now, one to remember my incarceration by. Maybe a tear, just here,” he said as he touched his cheek. “Think it would make me look cool.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Oh yeah, the ladies would love that.”

“Please don’t give my brother any more bad ideas,” Charles muttered as he rolled by slowly in his car with the window down. “Get in, both of you.”

Arthur opened the door and pulled you down with him, tugging you into place on his lap before you could escape. He wasn’t going to let you walk home at 3am, no matter how safe Nice was, but it was annoying that his brother only bought a two seater sports car when he knew that the two of you had been arrested. 

You guided Charles away from the waterfront mansions and into the industrial area that was abandoned at the late hour. Arthur had been to your place plenty of times but it was a first for Charles to see the concrete building with a chipped tile roof at the end of the rundown street.

“What are we doing here?” Charles asked as he parked in front of a rusted metal door.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said, kissing Arthur’s cheek before opening the door. 

“What is this place?” Charles asked again as he followed you out, frowning at the key to the door you found under a shattered pot plant.

“I can’t exactly go home like this, can I? Genius.”

Arthur’s door shut as he got out to referee the second round of verbal sparring for the evening.  

“I’m surprised they even let you home after the crap you put them through.”

“Yeah, well, I'm still useful to them so they can’t get rid of me yet. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“It must be so hard living your perfect little life,” Charles drawled sarcastically and Arthur inhaled sharply at the insult.

“You think my life is perfect?” You laughed bitterly and Arthur looked down at his feet. “Do you know why I fight in that shitty underground cage? The only freedom I have is when I get in that ring. It is the only choice I get to make for myself. For five minutes, I am in control of my own life, Charles, I get to fight for myself.”

“In control? You have always done and gotten everything you wanted,” he argued. “You wanted a pony, you got a fucking pony.”

Your vision narrowed as anger exploded in your chest. “There was a price, you fucking idiot! I am paying that price now. You don’t know what it’s like to have your entire life planned out for you, to find out those gifts came with terms and conditions, so do me a favour and shut the fuck up for once in your life please.”

Charles took a step closer but Arthur placed himself between you, his palms pushing his brother back as your breath quickened to uncontrollable pants. “You don’t understand, just let it go.”

“Damn right I don’t understand. I don’t understand why you listen to her bullshit, Tur. Jules couldn’t stand to be in the same room as her, and I can’t either.”

The whomping of blood rushing around your head echoed in your ears as time slowed and Arthur’s arm pulled back. You watched him close his fist like you had taught him, keeping his thumb on the outside to avoid breaking it. You watched the veins on his hand grow thicker as he threw the punch at his own brother and the shock barely registered before Charles fell down on his ass.

“Jules couldn’t be in the same room with her because he knew the truth and he felt guilty!” Arthur screamed down at his brother. “You were too young to understand then, but we aren’t kids anymore.”

Charles broke free of his state of shock and scrambled to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood. “What truth? Huh? Is it worth ruining our brotherhood?”

“Jules was engaged.”

“Bullshit.” Charles shook his head violently and you sank to the ground, leaning back against the cold bricks for the second time that night. “He would have told me.”

“Ask Enzo.” Arthur knew Charles would believe him. Lorenzo was Jules’ best friend, it was why Charles met Jules in the first place. Jules already had ties to your family and he used them to broker the deal that funded Charles’ career. 

“Okay, so what if he was engaged?” Charles snapped as his agitation grew. He was suddenly questioning everything he knew about his godfather and it showed on his shaking hands.

“Because he was engaged to me,” you whispered, a shadow falling across your face as Arthur crouched down beside you and wiped away the tears you hadn’t even felt fall. You couldn’t tell if they were tears of anger or sadness, the two seemed to blur when it came to Jules. He was always there, even in your earliest memories. He was like an older brother to you, he even taught you to ride your bike without trainer wheels. He was always there, until he wasn’t. 

Charles was right, he couldn’t stand to be in the same room as you once the deal was made. You couldn’t blame him for that. 

“No, no fucking way,” Charles laughed, raking a hand through his hair. “Arthur, are you listening to this shit?”

“I’ve seen the contract, Cha.”

“You’ve always been gullible but this is actually stupid. She was 16. Jules wouldn’t have married a girl. He was 25 for fucks sake.”

“We didn’t have a choice,” you admitted quietly. “It was the price for the deal he made, and you are right, Jules was too noble for that. It took a lot of convincing on his part to wait until I turned 21. My father resented that fact, I think he was hoping to sell me off to someone sooner.”

Charles stumbled back to the hood of his car, watching as Arthur took a seat beside you and draped his arm protectively over your shoulders. The brothers stared at each other but you stared at the gravel between your legs while the truth lingered in the air. 

You could feel the pieces connecting in Charles’ head as if they were being screamed aloud and you flinched at the moment they all came together. Arthur’s arm tightened, Charles' throat bobbed and nausea roiled in your stomach.

“It was me,” Charles choked. “Wasn’t it?”

You didn’t bother looking up as you nodded. “My father never cared about your career. He wanted a union with the Bianchi family and he finally got the opportunity when Jules asked to sponsor you.”

“Why the hell would he agree to that?”

“Because he believed in you, obviously, and I like to think that maybe he thought he could get out of the agreement before I turned 21.” You shrugged because you would never know the complete truth now. It made you sick to think that maybe he did find a way out of it, in the worst way possible.

“Your father…”

“Is a real asshole? Yeah, I know.”

“I was going to say sick bastard.” 

You chuckled in agreement and tipped your head back. “Perfect life, am I right?”

Charles had the decency to winch at the reminder. “You’re an adult now, why don’t you leave?”

“I wish it were that easy. All my bank accounts are under his control. They didn’t let me go to college. I don’t know anyone that isn’t indebted or loyal to him,” you sighed. “I got this place with my fight winnings. It’s not much but it’s mine, at least until he arranges another marriage for me, then I suppose the poor bastard gets it too.”

“Marry me.”

You barked a laugh and looked at Arthur, his lips still parted like they were shocked the words had passed by. “Now you are being stupid. I love you, Tur, and that is precisely why I wouldn’t wish this shit on you.”

“Then marry me,” Charles offered. “You hate me already, and I owe Jules everything. You can come to Monaco and study, or get a job, or whatever you want to do.”

“No, thank you,” you said as you pulled yourself to your feet and opened the door. “Drive safe.”

“I’m serious,” Charles growled as caught the door before it closed. “I am offering you a lifeline, why won’t you take it?”

“My father taught me many important life lessons but the first one was if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. Good night, Charles.”

Part Two

[natailiatulls07]

Party girl

Arthur Leclerc x Norris!reader Lando Norris & Norris!reader

Summary - Arthur and Y/n, Landos younger sister are getting cozy behind Lando and Charles’ back

Warning -

A/n - I have to make a second part because I’m only allowed ten pics in one part but I don’t think it’ll be long before I post a second part 👍🏻

Reader is 18 years old

Part 2

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landonorris

Silverstone, p2 and my sisters first formula one race!! 🧡

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username The Norris genes are just amazing!!

username Great weekend for the Norris family

charles_leclerc Since when did you have a sister??

= landonorris Since now I just didn’t tell you, no funny business she’s only 18

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yourusername I had the best time!!

= landonorris Thank you little sis 🧡

yourusername

Starting summer with a big bang surrounded by the best 🥳

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username Just found her account from landos and I love her!! 😍

yourbestfriend1 you really know how to bring a party 🤪

= yourbestfriend2 Definitely gonna miss you when you go to Monaco to see your brother 🥺

= yourusername I miss you too, my brother won’t allow me to go out party 😒

= landonorris you’re too young!

= yourusername I’m literally the legal age!!

username Why is Arthur Leclerc here?? 🧐

yourusername posted two stories

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Instagram DM’s (white = Arthur) (purple = You)

Hey I heard you’re coming to Monaco right

Yeah staying with my brother, you in Monaco rn??

Yep, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out maybe tomorrow??

Sure I think Lando is on a date tomorrow so his apartment is free, wanna come round?

Ok nice, I’ll come round midday

Exciting!! I’ll see you then 🤍

See you 😘

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arthur_leclerc

Loved hanging out with this girl today 😍

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username Oooo who’s the new girl??

= username Probably some girl who only want him to get closer to Charles 🙄

= username Let’s hope not 😔

username Wait why is Landos sister in the likes?? 🫣

charles_leclerc So that’s where you were all day, with the mystery girl

landonorris Weird that looks similar to my apartment lol 😂

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f1gridgossip

Spotted: The formula one drivers should have kept a better eye on their siblings because Y/n Norris and Arthur Leclerc (who also is a formula two driver) are looking cozy at a party in Monaco. How will Charles and Lando feel about the growing chemistry??

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username Ngl they’re cute 🤭

username Wait until Lando finds out, he will not be happy oop

username If they ask me to have threesome with them, I would not hesitate 🤤

landonorris right.

= username Watch out we’ll see Arthur running in a sec 😳

username Atleast she’s not one of those fake fame and money grabbing girl

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[norris55s]

the summer i turned pretty - charles leclerc & arthur leclerc

a reader x charles leclerc/arthur leclerc love triangle

warnings: intoxicated (but consensual) kissing

a/n: trying out a written piece/smau/texts weird hybrid but it was all i could come up with to get this idea across! i hope you all like it <3 (there will be a part 2)

also this was requested!! i'm so sorry anon i lost the ask but i hope u see it and like it anyways

Day 1

France is a place that isn’t easy to forget, but having lived there your whole life made it seem ordinary. The country that saw me grow up, and that I was glad to call home, failed to impress me every day because I was used to it. The beautiful architecture, history, and tourist attractions weren’t as beautiful to me anymore; it was my day-to-day life.

That wasn’t true for the beach house in Nice. It wasn’t mine, or my family’s, but that place never failed to impress me, even if it was my day-to-day life every summer. The Leclerc summer home was my favorite place on Earth. From its blue and white facade, the soft beige interiors, the pool and beach view, the big dining room, and the incredible company, there’s no place I’d rather be in right now.

“Y/N L/N, you have arrived!” Charles Leclerc, the ultimate reason for this place’s beauty, yelled out to me.

“Charles Leclerc, I have arrived!” I replied blushing, and opening my arms into an embrace. As every time I hugged him, my body relaxed and tensed somehow at the same time, safe and nervous, loved and not loved back. But aren’t all childhood crushes like that?

“I’ve also arrived, pote. If you even care,” my wonderfully annoying older brother, Alexandre, interjected. Charles let me go to greet my brother, and I turned to find the youngest Leclerc, Arthur, on his way to hug me hello.

“Hi, chérie,” he said with a smile on his face, ruffling my hair affectionately.

“Hi, Arthur. Up to no good once again?”

“I’m always up to all good!”

Pascale Leclerc, the boys’ mother, greeted me with cheeks kisses and pinches. Everyone then swarmed my mom, Alice. Sometimes I think my friends love her more than they love me, but that was deserved.

As every year before, everyone finally felt at home. And as every year before, the inaugural pool party started.

“Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor of joining me at the pool?” Charles exaggeratedly held out his hand, as if we were Royals in a ball. Antics that I was happy to oblige with. Too happy for my dignity to recover. 

As we made our way inside, and swam a couple laps playing around on who is faster, we wound up floating peacefully on a corner with the sun beginning to set. 

“I missed you,” Charles said out of nowhere, making my heart do a somersault. 

“I miss you too,” I managed to reply, feeling the blush on my cheeks. 

“I want to hear from you more often. I know I’m busy with racing, but I always can make time for you Y/N.”

The thing about unrequited love is any show of affection feels like a marriage proposal. But of course I could not deny his request. He was, above all else, one of my best friends and one that I needed to be there for. 

Hervé Leclerc passed away the year before, a couple months after the summer vacation. We didn’t know it would be the last time we spent with him, and I was worried about what this year’s vacation would be like with the boys’ father missing. 

“I’m always here for you,” I vowed and he gave me a quick, chaste kiss on my forehead. To make sure I wouldn’t forget my promise. 

As I looked at Charles’ glistening face against the darkening sun, I realized we would be okay. 

y/ninstagram added to her stories

charles_leclerc added to his stories

Day 2

“Chérie,” was the first voice I heard as I woke up, with Arthur knocking on my door for show and letting himself in.

“Too early,” I whined back and hid under the covers, to have them ripped from me by the guy in my room.

“It’s time for the sunrise beach walk,” he replied and I knew he was right, so I let myself be dragged outside the house. I couldn’t say no, since the sunrise walk at least once during the vacation is also a tradition between Arthur and I.

It was also worth it; we silently agreed for that to be time to catch up, be honest, and be vulnerable ever since we began taking the walks. This one would be particularly hard too.

“I really, really miss my dad,” he said, putting his arm around my shoulders to walk side by side.

I didn’t know how to handle Hervé’s death with the boys. 

Enzo was older than me, even beyond his years, and there was nothing I could say that would be wiser, or better than what he had to say.

Arthur was quiet and reasonable, way more accepting of inevitables than me, more useful to himself than me.

Charles was passionate but closed, a master at compartmentalization, never letting me in even if I’d like to.

But Arthur, ever my closest friend, still needed my support.

“I know you do,” I replied softly and squeezed his hand. “It’s only normal, and I’m sorry you’ve been dealt these cards.”

Grief is a strange thing, but on the beach I hoped I let Arthur know that I would always be by his side, and that the sun will always rise again for him. With his steady breathing while leaning on me as we sat on the sand, I knew he understood.

arthur_leclerc added to his stories

y/ninstagram added to her stories

Day 3

y/ninstagram added to her stories

ameliedeveraux20 added to her stories

This was the third year Arthur and I were invited to parties that Alexandre and Charles went to. The promotion from little siblings to cool siblings opened up a new world in Nice. Especially one where I could ignore my schoolgirl crush on Charles through alcohol.

So I happily got ready, into a pink summer dress and into the car that would drive us all to an even bigger house filled with a bunch of privileged European kids ready to drink the night away.

The first drink came from Antoine, who sadly had a beautiful girl around his arms that indicated he wouldn’t be a good distraction. The second one came from Amelie, my Nice girlfriend, who was happy as ever to see me and catch up with me before she also found an arm candy and promptly left. The third one was on me, as I was forced to stare at Charles making out with a girl I learned was named Charlotte.

After that, I stopped counting and kept drinking, joining the dance floor to enjoy the numb feeling in my face, the new found careless attitude, and the music blasting in my ears.

Before I could process it, Arthur was in front of me, the blush on his face indicating he was also intoxicated. What started as a normal jumping around like one does at a party, progressed to a point where his hands were on my waist and my hands were on his neck.

I couldn’t even recognize the song anymore, too entranced on the way his eyes were on mine. There were no words, as was usual between him and I. We just knew.

I wouldn’t take the first step, but he would. Arthur’s lips met mine in a strong, messy kiss. I didn’t pull away. I did want it. And it wasn’t scary.

When we stopped to take a breath, I realized I wanted to kiss him again. As I was leaning in, taking the initiative myself now, another force pulled me away.

I walked by inertia, trying not to fall down in following who was leading me away from the crowd. When I looked up, I recognized it to be Charles.

I couldn’t breathe from the adrenaline of the kiss I just shared, but also from the touch of Charles’ hand on mine, even if it was to take me out of the party.

My reaction was all too slow, finally starting to protest.

“What are you doing? Let me go,” I defensively said, snatching my hand away from his. The butterflies didn’t leave anyways.

“You’re drunk, let’s go home,” Charles coldly replied and held my hand again on his way to the car.

“Why would I want to go home? I’m having fun,” I continued to protest and he continued to pay me no mind.

As he put me inside the vehicle, despite my clumsy attempts to fight it, and slammed the door, I continued to think about what this could possibly be about. Where was Charlotte? Where was Arthur? What was happening?

My head spun and he got in the driver’s seat, turning the ignition on.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re drunk. You don’t kiss people when you’re drunk.”

“That makes no sense.”

“You don’t kiss people you haven’t kissed sober.”

“Its Arthur!”

“Exactly!”

The back and forth continued all the way to the house, my thoughts sobering up with every passing moment.

“If you don’t want me to be with your brother because you don’t think I’m good enough, that’s really not your choice,” I told him decisively, crossing my arms and pouting like a child throwing a tantrum.

That was the only explanation for what Charles just did. He didn’t think a Leclerc should be with someone like me, and was doing everything he could to prevent it.

When he started laughing, I wasn’t so convinced anymore.

“What’s so funny?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. I just made the biggest scene out of jealousy, and you’re saying I don’t think you’re good enough.”

Time froze and my mouth went dry. The confession made its way through my entire bloodstream, replacing the alcohol effects with pure shock. My head was spinning for entirely different reasons, and my brain couldn’t bring the words out. What would I even say?

I opened my mouth but nothing came out, and Charles put his face on his hands in frustration, before leaving the car. I still could only think what is happening?

[lxclerc]

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐟 | 𝐚𝐥𝟏𝟐

summary… arthur is dating someone and his fans don’t like it request… yes but it’s for the og arthur girlie faceclaim… xowie jones pairing… arthur leclerc x reader

note… @coffeehurricanes have been begging me to make something for arthur since forever and i finally caved

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

yourusername

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yourusername my “that’s her” pictures but it’s the pics my bf showed his mum

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user1 girlie this isn’t something to be proud of

user2 she’s so cool and different and quirky and not like other girls !!!!!!!!!! do you want a cookie or sumthing?

lorenzotl can confirm! 😂

⤷ yourusername you loved me the moment you saw me, admit it

⤷ lorenzotl i admit it!

charles_leclerc maman nearly had a heart attack!!

⤷ yourusername then i became her fav 🤭

⤷ user7 pascale prolly can’t stand this bitch

user3 nah bc what the hell does she have on the leclerc brothers bc no way they genuinely like her dating arthur

arthur_leclerc and i wouldn’t have it any other way ❤️

⤷ yourusername idiot

⤷ arthur_leclerc *your* idiot

⤷ user4 arthur was being sweet and this bitch just insults him for no reason

⤷ user5 arthur blink twice if you’re being held captive

user6 so many jealous and mad bitches in this comment section. not so gentle reminder for yall that he’ll never date you in any universe lol ♡ liked by arthur_leclerc, charles_leclerc and 203 others

arthur_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc my beautiful, beautiful girl ❤️

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user1 is the beautiful beautiful girl in the room with us?

user2 arthur wear red next weekend if she’s holding a gun to your head

user3 i could be a better girlfriend than her

yourusername i’ll always save my last chicken nuggy for you, mi amore

⤷ arthur_leclerc you must really love me 😌

⤷ yourusername don’t push it

⤷ user4 she just has to ruin every sweet moment

charles_leclerc really mate?

⤷ yourusername if you’re jealous, close your eyes

⤷ user8 girl what does charles have to be jealous about

user5 why do we even hate her? like has she done anything worth hating her for? or is it just bc she looks a little different than what’s considered as conventional and happened to be dating your white boy of the month?

⤷ user6 i think she’s really a bad influence on arthur and she publicly argues with a lot of people on twitter

⤷ user5 doesn’t she only argue with people who say shit abt arthur? i mean why isn’t she not allowed to defend her bf? also where’s your proof abt her being a bad influence on arthur

⤷ user7 bitches real quiet cause they’ve got nothing to use

arthur_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc i’ve let this go on long enough and now she’s gotten hurt. i have no words to express how disappointed i am of everyone who has ever said anything against y/n for no reason other than she is with me. she has done nothing to deserve the bullying she gets and yet she does nothing to any of you.

any hate i see about her will be automatically blocked. i would rather have no fans at all than have fans who can’t respect the woman i intend to spend my life with.

and if anyone do anything to her physically, i will retaliate worse than i did today. this is a warning.

and to @yourusername i’ve failed you, baby. i sat back and watch everyone bully you telling you to just ignore it all and you didn’t deserve that. i will spend the rest of my life making up to you.

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charles_leclerc i am so proud of you for taking a stand, brother. y/n does not deserve any of this

lorenzotl fully behind the two of you 🤍

user1 arthur has had enough on all of your bullshits and it’s time yall knew it

user2 he let yall know he’s not afraid to throw hands

user3 where yall loud mouthed ass bitches now????

yourusername i love you more than words

⤷ arthur_leclerc i will love you better now, baby

user4 it’s always seemed so fucking stupid how much hates she gets for literally no reason

[daddyricsdoll]

"It's hard to not grab you and fuck you against that wall!" With Arthur please🤭🤭

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I knew I shouldn’t have, but seeing how easily my smiley Arthur turned into a jealous man with a ticked jaw and tight fists was so tempting. When I’d laugh at his brother’s joke a little longer, or I’d touch him more often. Caressing his arm and staring at him with adoration. 

The annoyance on Arthur's face was something I couldn’t say I was used to, but I knew what would come out of it. Like any time I’d tease him, there’d always be a punishment. Fire ran through me as I glanced at Arthur every few seconds. His body stiff and in the same position as the past minutes, watching us. 

I was greedy, taking up all his enjoyment to be wasted on me. But what could I say it was Arthur Leclerc. After many long minutes, I finally left Charles, walking toward the bar and acting almost oblivious to Arthur who leaned against the counter. 

Making sure my dress hugged each feature of my body that he couldn’t resist, which to my happiness, was all of it. I caught him stalking closer in my peripheral. Stomach tensing and body flushing as his smooth voice filled my ears. “Oh mon amour, you think I don’t know what you’re doing? Don’t even know if I should call you that or a putain.” My breath hitching at his sentence, to any spectator it would seem as though he’s sharing loving words, but my throbbing pussy could say otherwise. 

“Tell me then, what am I doing and then I’ll let you call me whatever you want.” A deep groan leaves Arthurs mouth and it only makes me more satisfied. Bringing his head closer to mine to grunt into my ear. “You know how fucking hard it is to not grab you and fuck you against that wall?”

“How hard, Arthur.” I breathe into his ear, my words almosting sounding like a moan.

“So. Fucking. Hard. I might just do it so everyone can see.”

[fangirl-dot-com]

Certified Lovers

what is this?? two posts in a day?? how crazy, sorry this is short

I'm also sorry I'm late for valentines day - I was too busy crying from being alone but I wanted to do at least a little something

be warned: horny kids on the main and twitter blows up

happy (belated) valentines day guys! love you all

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y/n.jpg so it's not gonna be easy, it's gonna be really hard. and we're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you, forever. you and me, everyday

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y/n.nation this just called me single in multiple different languages

rookies_secretbf everyday

boxbox_nightmare SUSPICIOUS???? y/n&co this CANNOT BE THE BF'S BURNER ACCOUNT??

charles_leclerc when did he get that shirt?

y/n.89 I bought it for him btw maxverstappen1 why? y/n.89 cause it's cute (I also got ones for Alex and Kelly too)

y/n_on_top oh my gosh the beach picture??

rookie_lover THE NOTEBOOK QUOTE - I'M CRYING

thurthur_leclerc why do I kinda feel bad for Arthur :/

y/nxarthur CAUSE THEY WERE END GAME AND THIS MF TRYNNA BREAK THEM UP f1fan chilllll they were never together in the first place - besides I don't think that he even has a girlfriend

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arthur_leclerc you have bewitched me, body and soul...and I love you. I never wish to be parted from you, from this day on

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f1fan I may have spoke too soon

babyleclerc ARE YOU KIDDING ME????? THE PICTURES?? THE AESTHETIC??? THE HAND PLACEMENTS????

fan_all_around THE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE QUOTE?? HELLO??

maxverstappen1 glad you took her out. I know you can't cook

arthur_leclerc show some love please? it is valentines day after all?? maxverstappen1 no.

leclerc_bros sheeeshhhh no need to be horny on the main - no one is gonna take her

his_love all yours

box_box_express SUSPICIOUS

f1 happy valentines day!

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[reqxxyt]

never left

pairings: arthur l. x f!reader

warning: charles being a f*ckboy, alcohol consumption, a bit of angst, reader is oblivious as well as very emotional-

wc: 3.2 k

masterlist requests are open!

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“Don’t run!” your mother called out to you as you only slowed down just a bit still jogging around the muddy playground after such a long day of rain. You giggled, stepping on all the muddy patches on the ground with your rainboots with not a single care in the world.

On the other side of the playground were two boys, a bit older, one being 8 years old and the other 6, you couldn’t help but feel an excitement run through you as you had almost never seen anyone else here after a rainy day. For you and your mom it was a different case, it was always a lot quieter barely bringing anyone to the park and you enjoyed a quiet environment, asking your mother multiple times to bring you to the park after a storm.

With little care, you jogged to them still making sure your mom could spot you. The two boys only noticed you after looking down so long playing with sticks, seeing your yellow rainboots in sight, looking upwards. The older boy caught your eyes first with colored eyes and messed up dark hair, meanwhile, the younger tried to catch your own eyes but you stood, near admiring the older one. Maybe that was the moment you fell for Charles Leclerc. 

Every day after that day was near the same, after a school day you would have to force your mom to take you to the park to meet with your new friends even if there were other people around, and while you grew close to the two of them, you found yourself relating more to the younger one, Arthur. And ever since then, you declared yourselves best friends, going practically everywhere together. 

Charles grew to love karting, along with Arthur and you never missed the chance to cheer the two on, loving the sport alongside them. Race after race, you cheered victories and comforted losses on both sides. Only after you turned 15 was when you started to notice the abnormal rate of your heart when near Charles. 

He was always kind to you, considering you were his younger brother's best friend, and grew fond of you but never gave any sort of hints as to liking you. You only grew the courage to tell your best friend about it when you turned 16, Charles being 18. 

“Hey, Arthur?” your voice soft, almost scared about his reaction. You’ve never held feelings for practically everyone, but you always saw others tell their best friend first about their crush, and you wanted to as well. But you knew this was different, your crush being his brother. He looked at you, departing his attention from the movie you two agreed on for the weekend, a weekly tradition in your friendship. 

He waited for you to continue and with every drop of courage, you sighed deeply trying to relieve the heavy feeling in your chest before saying “I think I like-” You stopped for a second, still trying to analyze his reaction, he waited, feeling his own drop when you said with a shaky voice “I think I like Charles”

“Oh” was all he could let out, feeling his own mouth dry up. He pursed his lips, not exactly sure what to say to the teenage girl he had his heart racing for. Meanwhile, you were still worried, not liking his reaction ready to take back your words, maybe play it off as a joke but he only nodded, mustering up a lifting of the corner of his lips “Are you thinking about telling him?”

He really didn’t want you to tell him. Praying you would stay silent about your new discovery forever, he was afraid of losing you to him. It seemed Charles always received everything compared to him and he wouldn’t allow you to follow. 

“You think I should tell him?” you asked, looking down at your palms, picking at your skin to let out some relief from having just confessed to your feelings to someone other than yourself. 

No. “Sure. But I don’t-” You cut him off, hugging him and he seemed well shocked by that action stopping his sentence, bringing his arms around you taking a small sniff off your hair, noticing you tried a new scent. 

“Thank you, Arthur. I didn’t know how you would react” you said, an excited smile now on your face. Usually, those smiles directed at him would make him feel dizzy, especially when you two had your arms practically around each other but instead, knowing the reason for the smile made his heart tear but he couldn’t tell you. Couldn’t possibly tell you he didn’t want to see you happy with someone else. 

Instead, he gave you a small smile in return. 

With the encouragement Arthur had given you, you felt prepared to tell Charles about your feelings towards him. It would be weeks until he visited though, but you didn’t mind the wait. The second he came to visit, you made up an excuse to your mom saying Arthur needed help with some school work making your way to the Leclerc family, hoping you would have some time to tell Charles. 

But when you entered you faced Arthur seeing him wear a rather upset look, your smile only dropped an inch but he could tell you grew worried from his expression, he only opened the door and allowed you in to witness the news. 

Charles had his hands linked together with another girl. One that appeared a lot more his age. You could feel your heart break at the sight, only being able to hold a tight smile, glancing back at Arthur who held a sad look, sympathy tracing over his eyes. 

You forwarded your steps, ready to meet the girl that held the heart that you longed for. With a proper smile, you introduced yourself. She seemed nice, shaking your hand with smooth palms as you started to grow a sense of jealousy over how perfect she was. You finally faced Charles not sure how to welcome him back, usually you would bring him into a hug but you took one glance at him and simply whispered “Good to see you”. 

Charles, while confused didn’t seem bothered by it as you walked passed the two of them, you not being sure whether to yell or cry from the scene. Charles brought his attention back to his girlfriend, excited to show her around his hometown while you and Arthur walked to his room knowing how the next couple of hours would be spent having to comfort the poor girl. 

A single tear was shed the minute you two walked in, you didn’t care if he saw, knowing the multitude of times he had seen you get emotional. They both sat down and without saying anything, Arthur rubbed your back bringing you in closer to him as you let out all of the tears on his shoulder not worrying about how it might affect his shirt but he didn’t care either, simply irritated from his brother. 

The next couple of years were you hiding your feelings for Charles as he would bring over other girls, not near affected as much as the first time but you couldn’t help but your heart still follow the same guy every time. Sometimes, when you would sleep over at their house you would hear them from not too far. You only tried to silence the noise bringing yourself closer to Arthur. 

It wasn’t until the Monaco Grand Prix that Charles took notice of you. 

“You almost ready?” Arthur asked, sounding annoyed but near admiring you through the mirror that held your attention for the past hour. Charles had just won his hometown race and called for a celebration at the club, inviting you two to tag along. 

“Black or red?” you asked him, laying out the two dresses you had been debating on for the past couple of hours. Arthur looked at the two of them, looking back at you before pointing at the red one. You thanked him before changing in the bathroom, walking out feeling like a priceless diamond. 

Arthur couldn’t help but have his eyes follow your trained figure as you got your shoes on, wishing he could only gather the courage to tell you but he knew he didn’t stand a chance to your feelings for Charles. He thought about telling you, but every time he did, you would only intervene, telling him about the girl that you saw Charles with. 

“I’m ready,” you said, an excited smile plastered on your red-tinted lips. You saw yourself in the mirror one more time before turning back to Arthur who sat, with dreamy eyes. Your heart made a strange jump at the sight but you brushed it off thinking you just needed some booze in your system. 

You two arrived together and immediately spotted the bar, ordering a couple of shots, taking two each before attempting to search for the champion of the race to further congratulate him. You had your hand laced with Arthur's hand, only to not lose him in the search of finding Charles but it sent Arthur's heart racing at the way you held tightly. 

You finally spotted him, you brushed your hair off your bare shoulders and let go of Arthurs's hand as you approached the Monagasque driver. He took notice of you immediately, with alcohol in his system as a smirk started to grow, slurring over his words “My favorite girl” sending your heart on overdrive, you thought you heard wrong, cheeks starting to grow a deep shade of pink with Arthur only crossing his arms behind you. 

“Congratulations on your win,” you said enjoying his attention, excitement running through your system. He thanked you with his charming smile, offering you a drink and you only took it, sipping on it every so often. Charles's eyes would flicker to your lips every time you would lick them trying to savor the taste of the drink, you noticed, of course you did, he didn’t even attempt to hide it. And so did Arthur who tried his best to engage in a conversation with someone else he couldn’t care less about in comparison to you. 

“Have you always been this pretty, y/n?” his accent seeped through his words not able to control them, and neither did you, feeling yourself get dizzy from the alcohol and while you wished this wasn’t how you would have told him, your drunk thoughts spoke before you could think. 

“I’ve liked you forever Charles, why notice now?” you hide your hurt statement with a teasing, almost flirtatious smile and he took the bait. Laughing along, only shrugging before taking another sip of his drink, barely taking notice of the close proximity until he could smell your perfume, one Arthur had gifted you. 

He would be lying if he said he didn’t know about his younger brother's crush but having you near begging him to have him only riled him up more, needing to see what was so special about you that had your brother mumble in his sleep. 

Charles’ hand went to the sides of your face, no longer holding the drink, and pulled you forward to his lips drunkenly. You were shocked, suddenly gaining an ounce of sobriety as you pulled him in closer. Arthur had witnessed every second of it, how Charles took a glance at him before pulling you in, how you pulled in closer, and how you two left the club together stumbling and giggling. 

The next week you had dreamt about what would occur next, believing now you stood a chance at being with Charles. You told everyone close to you that knew of your feelings, including Arthur who acted surprised only rooting for you to continue the situation with Charles. But that dream was crushed when you were sent an article, showing Charles with a new girl at a club being very intimate before leaving together. 

Tears streamed down, Arthur had texted you, seeing the article as well but you ignored all of his calls, not sure if you wanted anyone near at the moment. Arriving at your apartment, Arthur already had a spare key and allowed himself inside only hearing the small piano melody that you always had on and the sounds of sniffles coming from your bedroom. 

He slowly opened the door, seeing you curled into a ball shaking slightly, taking no notice of his presence. Arthur cursed at himself for ever allowing you two to leave the club in the first place, knowing that this would be the place you would end up. He walked up to the bed, sitting on the edge and feeling a dip of the covers you immediately stopped, figuring out Arthur would be the only one to enter you finally sat up not looking at him, humiliated. 

Arthur didn’t say anything, allowing you to be the first to speak, “am I stupid?” your trembling voice had him close to you in seconds, wrapping his arms around you. You leaned towards his touch, feeling a sort of comfort and safety in him. 

“He’s the stupid one,” he said, rubbing your sides as he started to wipe the tears remains of your face. 

“I’ve spent all my life in search of a way to make him like me” you sighed, exhausted at the realization. “I’m sorry Arthur”

“Why are you apologizing to me?” he found it absurd, that such a sweet girl like you would apologize for something his older brother caused you. 

“You have always been there for me, and I always find a way to complain or just talk to you about him,” you said simply, not sure why your body felt so calm yet why your heart started to pick up a pace when you turned to him. He only shook his head, laughing under his breath sending your body shockwaves at the sound. 

“It's alright ma belle,” he said comforting you at the nickname. One he rarely ever called you in fear of you looking too deep into it but right now it only sent a small smile. 

“I think I’m ready to move on” you whispered and his jaw clenched trying to contain his hope and excitement from your words. He only gave a small smile and nodded, kissing your temple, a common action from him after comforting you, usually before leaving knowing it was best to leave you alone but as he started getting up you grabbed his wrist. 

“Mind staying a little longer?” you asked, he sat back down with no objection, leaning against the headboard getting all comfortable now at your suggestion making you chuckle before leaning into his figure, resting your head against your chest. 

Brushing your hair, Arthur sent you to a small nap, reassuring himself by listening to your light snores he whispered to himself  “Move on to me” 

The day of your birthday was always special, you invited friends over and always had a great time. Your 22 not being any different, except it was with more people, you invited part of your family, mainly close ones in age, employees who you didn't find irritating, and obviously your friends. 

You finished getting the place ready, having Arthur suggest to do it at his place since you only had a small apartment while he had basically had a penthouse. You only thanked him a million times feeling youself get excited as you started to place drinks in the fridge, cooler and snacks all around. 

People started arriving and not long after you started to enjoy yourself, feeling yourself get loose after having such a rough month trying to get over the boy you’ve been fawning over your entire life. 

“How are you and Charles?” one of your coworkers asked, genuinely an innocent question. You no longer felt your heart tug at those words, feeling content over the matter, you just shook your head explaining the situation. You took another shot not wanting to talk about it anymore and she gathered the hint, taking one with you as well. 

“What about his brother?” one of your cousins asked, you could only give her a confused look not sure where she was heading with this. Arthur had been talking to some of his friends by the kitchen since you allowed him to invite whoever he wanted. “You know, Arthur?”

“What about him?” you ignored the way your heart picked up at the sound of his name. 

“You have to have noticed it by now?” your coworker joined in, and you felt isolated in the moment seeming like you were the only one who wasn’t informed. They laughed at your expression, teasing you in a sense before another one explained “How Arthur is practically in love with you”

“And how he has been since you were little” your cousin added in always having noted the way he looked at you when you invited him for family gatherings. You shook your head, laughing thinking it had to be a joke. Your best friend of 15 years couldn’t possibly like you. Right?

“Laugh all you want, its true” you cousin shrugged as the others agreed. You directed your gaze at Arthur no longer feeling the beat of the music but instead the pounding of your heart. 

The party ended not long after 3 in the morning,  having already established how early you wanted it to end. You had already agreed on sleeping over at Arthurs place but with the new information still running through your mind you weren’t sure how close you could get to Arthur before you blurted it out. 

“What are you still doing up?” he asked, entering his bedroom to see you already ready for bed only sitting at the edge of it looking down at the carpet floor. Growing worried, he sat down next to you wondering what had made you grow so quiet. 

“My cousin said something about you today” you turned to him, biting the inside of your cheek. “Told me you liked me since we were little” your voice grew quiet as you asked “she was kidding right?”

Arthur could feel the world slow down at your words not sure how you felt about what you were told only asking you “Would you want me to say she was?” okay with her not recipricating his feelings. 

You shrugged, feeling yourself want to tear up. Emotions overwhelming you. Your voice trembled as you said “I don’t think so”

Arthur felt his heart leap at your response, lifting a corner of his lip “then she wasn’t”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Arthur? I thought we were best friends” bringing back the same term hurt Arthur a bit but he knew you didn’t mean it that way. 

“You were so focused on Charles, I never got the chance to tell you” he explained and all at once, guilt flooded your emotions. The times he would tell you, you would interrupt him telling him a story about the lingering eye contact between you and Charles, a little delusional over the matter. “I also hoped that if I never told you the feelings would go away”

“Did they ever leave?” you unknowingly leaned forward, he only smiled before replying.

“No. They never did"

[final-script]

Many First Times | Arthur Leclerc

Pairing: Arthur Leclerc x Reader

Sumary: One of the many first times with your boy.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later). Drinking

Gif: princemick

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Your relationship with Arthur was and will be full of many firsts.

Skipping the first time they saw each other and their first date, we got to that date where they had their first kiss.

After going out to eat a few times and being teased by photographers on a few occasions, they both decided they wanted to cook together.

That's how Arthur invited you to his apartment since some time ago he had his own space, so he wouldn't be bothered by any member of his family.

(…)

Having cooked dinner and subsequently consumed it, the two decided to go into the living room along with a glass of wine to continue talking and getting to know each other.

A while later the drinks had been forgotten, now they were both hugging each other "watching" a movie that was playing on TV, but to be honest neither of them was paying attention.

Both you and the Monegasque debated in their minds how good they felt in that position.

(…)

Y/N- I… I think I should go. Against my will, I separated from the boy.

A- It's not safe for you to drive home, we've been drinking and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, why don't you stay?

His proposal took me by surprise.

Y/N- I don't want you to think I'm abusing you.

A- Not at all, even if Monaco is quiet, I don't want you to drive and even more so if we've been drinking, come on I'll show you where everything is.

He got up from the couch and held out his hand waiting for me to take it and I did.

Hand in hand, we walked down the small corridor that led to the guest room.

A- here it is, uh… I'll go get an extra blanket and something so you can sleep comfortably.

Arthur left and I put my things at the foot of the bed and sat down to wait for him, minutes later he came back with a blanket, along with one of his t-shirts and shorts.

A- This is all, I'll leave you so you can change and rest.

He handed me the things, turned to leave but I stopped him.

A- Wait… Thank you for this, you didn't have to.

A- I repeat, I couldn't let you go, I'd feel very guilty if something happened to you.

He came back to me and hugged me affectionately.

Y/N- then… Thank you for taking care of me.

Little by little we parted ways and our faces were somewhat close together.

A- I don't want to overdo it… we…

Y/N- I know we've been drinking, but believe me, I'm very aware of what I'm doing.

A- I hope so, because I won't be able to stop. Finally putting our lips together.

Frankly, this wasn't how I expected our first kiss to be, but I'm not complaining either.

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ANOTHERS

Private Relationship - Charles Lecler x Reader

FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST

[starlightdelrey]

𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

f1 mafia au

arthur leclerc x norris!reader (code name odette)

synopsis: yn norris was born into a life of calculated violence. every decision she made faced consequences, and now, at eighteen years old, she's one of the most protected people on the planet. her symbol, the swan, is seen as a trademark of safety (one she uses almost exclusively on the women in the mob). although her family isn't friends with the other affiliated families, they aren't enemies - and when somebody begins planning an assassination on her, they're forced to become terse allies to keep the ecosystem of their partnerships safe.

cw: guns and violence, swearing, death, animal death, character death, problematic characters (they're all mob bosses like), age gap relationship, alcohol, more to come

a/n - very excited for this one!! comment, dm or ask to be added to a taglist, and definitely give requests on specific scenarios you'd like to see!

table of contents:

[chrisevansonly]

𝐖𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐧𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: it’s the holiday season in monaco, but after news broke that arthur wouldn’t be back to F2 or Ferrari Driver Academy, he’s worried that you’ll be just as disappointed as the world is…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: slight angst, mostly just arthur feeling a bit down, but very fluffy

𝐚/𝐧: my first arthur blurb🥹🥹 i just thought of this the other night and wanted to write a little something, it’s just a teeny one but i hope you enjoy!!

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

When the news broke that Arthur wouldn’t be returning to F2 it took over the internet by storm, opinions coming in from left and right, negative and positive. Arthur felt a bit overwhelmed, and was anxious to talk to you about it, you’d been one of the most constant forms of happiness and support in his life, since he started F2 to now.

He didn’t want to disappoint you.

“Baby, you’ve been really quiet all night…does this have anything to do with all that news online?”

Arthur didn’t want to be so reserved and down on the first night you flew in to spend Christmas with him and his family, he had plans to take you to dinner later, see the Christmas lights around Monaco and here he was not his normal laughing self

“I love you…I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me..” your voice was soft as you leaned over to kiss his cheek, your heart squeezing at the sadness behind his eyes

“I just-I don’t want you to be upset or disappointed with me”

Your brows furrowed, not understanding what he would be talking about

“Arthur I’d never be disappointed in you baby…”

“But i’m not racing next year…i’m just-I don’t know..I don’t want you to be upset with me”

Frowning you squeezed his hands gently

“Arthur I love you so much, it doesn’t matter if you’re a formula racing driver or if you were an english teacher or hell lived on a tiny farm and milking goats for the rest of your life”

He couldn’t hold back the laugh that spilled from his lips at the sound of that

“My point is, I wouldn’t love you less just because life is taking a different course and you’re not racing anymore, I love you for you, not for your career my love…and that will never change, I’m so proud of you always”

“Promise..?”

His voice was quiet, almost afraid to ask

“I pinky promise, i’ve been here to support you since day one, and I’ll continue to support you for as long as you’ll have me”

Arthur smiled bringing you in for a kiss before pulling you into his side, it might have been news that wasn’t the best to announce during the holidays, but he knew you’d have his back through anything.

It didn’t matter if he never raced again, you’d be by his side no matter what, he knew that deep down, but hearing the reassurance come from you was enough to settle the racing thoughts in his head, you knew just as much he’d do the same for you, always having your back when you needed it.

The only thing he’d never have your back on is Christmas baking, because just like his brother Charles, he was useless in the kitchen.

[clxja16]

Does He Know?

part two

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Genre: forbidden relationship

Warnings: smut, swearing, angst

Word Count: 3.7K+

Author's Note: THERE ISN'T GONNA BE A PART THREE. I have to make that clear because you guys can seriously talk me into anything and it's not good man. You guys win, I wrote the part two, idk if this is any good though, I feel like it's very vague. idk about a part three, like honestly if enough of you beg in the comments for like a part three then maybe I will write one. also is there kpop fans here, specifically nct fans? if there are, I have another blog for nct lol. anyway enjoy reading.

part I

post about part III

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“I’m gonna go to the restroom,” you whisper to Arthur, as his older brother, Lorenzo is telling a story at the dinner table.  Arthur nods his head, letting your hand go, he looks back and smiles at you before returning his attention to Lorenzo.  His smile has your heart melting, Arthur and his pearly whites.  

After you left the table, Charles silently followed after you.  He caught up to you in a back hallway to the restrooms.  Wrapping his hand around your arm, to stop you, it set your skin a blaze.  “I know you,” Charles said with a bit of a glare.  

“Yeah, we just met tonight at dinner…” 

“No, I know you from before tonight,” Charles corrected his earlier statement.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about I have never seen you before tonight,” you said, trying to convince yourself that you were wrong and Charles isn’t the one you slept with.  

“You’re the girl from that night, the one that was in my bed.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you don’t know if you’re trying to convince Charles that he's wrong or if you’re trying to convince yourself anymore.    

“Don’t lie, I haven’t forgotten that night,” Charles says softer this time, his tone gentler now.  It would be a lie to say that your heart didn’t skip a beat with how Charles talked.  

“I don’t want to remember that night,” you say this time, trying to push the memories from that night away from your mind.  Charles took a step closer to you, when someone was coming down the hall to use the restroom.  His cologne surrounded you, you couldn’t describe what he smelled like but it caused your mind to go fuzzy.  You felt overwhelmed with his presence.  

You watched Charles' gaze flicker between your eyes and your lips, “I don’t want to remember that night either,” Charles says clearly dazed.  Charles moves his other hand to cup your face, you want to have the strength to stop him.  But Charles makes your heart flutter, and your brian go hazy.  There’s something about being in his presence, being so physically close to him, that makes you forget about everything else.  

“I should…” you take a deep breath, but it doesn’t help because all you can smell is Charles’ cologne.  “Arthur,” you whisper, you’re trying to say you should go back to Arthur, but you don’t get all the words out.  

The mention of his brother has Charles halting.  “You should go back to the table,” Charles says, letting you go and taking a step back.   You nod your head, before walking away.  Charles doesn’t know what came over him.  He hasn’t stopped thinking about that night.  For the past three months you have invaded all his dreams, for three months Charles couldn’t get you out of his head.  For three months he wondered, what your name was, what you did like, how you looked before the morning after, who your boyfriend was.  For three months Charles has only thought about you.  

Charles remembers that night so clearly, he remembers what started that night even.  Him and Charlotte got into an argument about something unimportant, so Charles went out in an attempt to forget about it.  There at the club with a few friends, he spotted you.  You were dancing, and drinking with what looked to be a few girlfriends.  The sight of you sent shivers down Charles' spine.  He came over to dance with you, and you allowed him to.  The feeling of your body against his sent shocks through his system.  Your perfume caused his brain to fog up.  Something about you had Charles in a trance.  

When Charles finally returns to the table, you both pretend nothing happened.  You take Arthur’s hand in yours and you smile lovingly at Arthur.  You notice Charles takes his girlfriend, Charlotte’s hand, and kisses the back of it.  You and him look at each other, you don’t know what passes through his mind, but thoughts of that night pass through your mind.  Suppressed memories of Charles hovering over you, filling you.  His hands on your body, his lips on yours, his body pressed against yours, all those memories fill your mind.  You turn back to look at Arthur, trying to stop the heat crawling over your body.  

After you break the gaze, Charles looks down to his lap, having to adjust his pants.  He knew he was fucked when one glance from you did this to him.  You knew you were fucked, when at the end of the night when Arthur placed a kiss on your lips, your mind still play thoughts of Charles.  

-

“Come on, it’s gonna be fun,” Arthur says, as he drags you along.  Charles is taking the yacht out today, and Arthur insisted on you coming along, even though you already told him that you would prefer to stay at home.  Against your wishes, Arthur drags you along nonetheless. 

Charles picks you and Arthur up from the dock, before moving onto the yacht.  When you finally get aboard, Charles and Arthur don’t waste any time, immediately jumping into the water.  When they come back aboard, you feel your heart pound, as water drips from Charles’ bare chest. 

“Someone like what they see?” Charlotte asks from behind you, as she holds out towels for the boys.  

“Huh?” you pull your gaze away from Charles to look at his girlfriend.  

“Arthur, you like what you see,” Charlotte says pointing to Arthur who was standing behind Charles.  

“Yeah, of course,” you say, as the guilt begins to eat away at you. Charles looks at you and he knows you weren’t looking at Arthur.  You grab a towel from Charlotte, walking past Charles to hand it to Arthur.  “How does the water feel?” You ask Arthur.  

“Nice, refreshing,” Arthur says with a flashy smirk, grabbing the towel from you.  

“You girls should take a dip,” Charles says, you feel his gaze on you, his voice sends goosebumps down your skin.  

“Maybe I will,” you say in a hushed voice, Arthur thinks you’re talking to him, but you know you’re talking to Charles.  

“Oh? I should join you,” Arthur says with a playful smirk, as he sets down the towel.  You pull off your shirt, and you step out of your shorts to jump into the water.  You still feel Charles gaze on you, you feel him stare at you.  

“They look good together, yeah?” Charlotte asks Charles, as she hugs his arm, watching you and Arthur jump into the water.  

“Yeah,” Charles mumbles, not hearing what Charlotte says, too focused on you.  

-

That night so many drinks are shared that no one really makes it back to shore.  Charlotte is tucked away in Charles’ room, while Arthur is passed out in another room that Charles set aside for him.  Any other friends that Charles had invited out for the day, are already fast asleep.  There's only you and Charles left up, nursing your drinks.  You sit far away enough from him, that his scent doesn’t surround you.  

“Does he know?” Charles asks, breaking the silence first.  

“He knows, he doesn’t know it was you.”  You don’t need the context to answer the question, you already know what Charles is referring to.  

“What did you tell him?” 

“That it was a terrible mistake, that I don’t remember who the guy was, that I would never do it again,” you answer truthfully.  There’s no one around, there’s no reason to lie anymore.  “Does she know?” 

Charles takes a sip of the beer in his hand.  You can see the debate go on in his mind, he takes a second before answering, “no.” 

“I should go to bed,” you stand up from your seat, placing your drink down on the table.  Charles matches your movement standing up with you.  You watch Charles, make his way towards you, closing the distance you put between the both of you.  He wasted no time, cupping your face and grabbing your waist pulling you in close.  You feel his lips brush against yours, not a full kiss, “don’t,” you whisper, closing your eyes.  “Don’t do something we’re gonna both regret,” you get the words out this time. 

“I want to,” Charles whispers, “I want to kiss you, even when I know I shouldn’t.”  You don’t dare to open your eyes to look at Charles, afraid that as soon as you open them, you’re gonna succumb to your desires.  “Look at me,” Charles whispers, noticing that you’re not looking at him.  Against your better judgment, you obey.  You open your eyes and look at Charles.  

You do it.  You push yourself slightly higher, pressing your lips against Charles’.  It's almost instant with how he responds, pulling you closer, holding on to you tighter.  You wish you stopped at a kiss.  You wished you stopped after you fell back into the seat.  You wish you stopped when he moved to your neck.  You wish you stopped when he moved down to your chest.  You wish you stopped when he continued to move down your body.  You don’t stop him.  

You don’t stop Charles when he pulls your bikini bottoms from your legs.  You allow Charles to pull your legs apart, as he kisses everywhere he needs to.  Charles licks between your folds, covering the entire area.  You want to wrap your legs around his head to keep him in place, but Charles stops you.  He pins your legs to the deck floor as he continues to eat you out.  He wants to hear your moans, your pleas, your cries, but both you and him know better.  You place both hands over your mouth, trying to contain any sounds.  

Your body is on fire, on the verge of ecstasy.  Charles doesn’t stop or even slow down, he is determined to taste you tonight.  Charles moves his thumb to glide over your clit, while his tongue pushes in and out of you.  You bite your hand to stop the extreme moan that tries to escape.  Charles notices you struggling to keep quiet, he looks up at you from his position with hooded eyes.  “You need to keep quiet,” Charles says to you, and all you can do is nod your head, “good girl.”  Charles goes back to eating you out at a more vigorous pace.  Your toes start to curl as you feel your orgasm creep up on you.  You’re teetering on the edge, and with one full lick, Charles shoves you over the edge.  

Charles doesn’t stop there, licking up all your juices.  When he finally pulls away, you still see traces of your orgasm on his lips.  He moves back down to kiss you, you’re able to taste yourself off of his lips.  Charles moves down to kiss at your neck again, he wants to mark you.  Claim you as his.  He wants to display his work on your body.  He wants everyone to see you belong to him.  He wants Arthur to know you’re his, but he doesn’t.  He doesn’t mark your body, he doesn’t linger in one spot too long, he doesn’t.  Instead he pushes your legs further apart, making space for himself.  

He takes his cock in his hand, guiding himself into you.  He fills you up in all the best ways possible.  He kisses away all the pain, he wants for your signal to move after he bottoms out.  When you do give in he moves slowly, painfully slow.  “Charles,” your words comes out as breathy whimpers, “faster, please.”  

Charles was never the type to deny a woman of her needs, so he goes faster.  He goes faster, he pulls your leg up around his waist, and you throw your head back.  You can feel all of him deep inside of you, and he offers nothing but pleasure.  You’re rushed back to the edge of that beloved cliff.  He moves one hand back down to your clit, rubbing soft circles.  The complete opposite to his blunt, hard, fast strokes.  You bury your head in Charles’ neck, you moan into him for only his ears to hear.  

Charles fears you being too loud, that he pulls your head away from his neck, and pushes his thumb into your mouth.  Your eyes go wide, with the realization of what Charles is doing.  You hold his hand to your face, and suck on his thumb.  Charles didn’t think the act of you sucking on his fingers would turn him on so much.  Charles loses all focus, feeling too good.  You fall off the edge first, when Charles hits the one spot you needed him too.  You clench around Charles that sends him over the edge.  

You both lay there out of breath for a minute still connected.  You don’t want to let Charles go for him to pull out, but he does nonetheless, as he wrapped your legs from him.  He couldn’t help himself but watch as his cum spills out from you.  He doesn’t stop himself dragging his fingers up your folds pushing it back inside of you.  You snap your legs shut, trapping Charles’ hand, as your hands fly to cover your mouth.  

Charles pries your legs apart, taking his fingers covered in yours and his cum, shoving it back in your mouth.  You suck and lick his fingers clean, and you swear Charles’ eyes go dark after that.  

-

Charles brushes the back of his knuckles against your cheek as the two of you lay bare, wrapped up in a blanket.  “We should get dressed,” you whisper as you look up at Charles. 

“This was a mistake,” Charles whispers to you, not really convinced that it was.  

“It’s never gonna happen again,” you lie.  The two of you untangle yourselves from each other.  You each get dressed back faced to each other.  There’s no more words exchanged between the both of you, as you silently walk to your respective bedrooms.  You don’t take a peek at Charles as he enters his room, and Charles doesn’t take a peek at you as you enter your room.  You crawl into bed with Arthur, and wrap your arms around Arthur.  You close your eyes, and try to get yourself to sleep.  But Charles’ scent lingers too strongly on you, that it makes your mind fuzzy, that you’re not able to sleep.  That you’re all hot and bothered, all over again.  

Charles climbs into his bed, Charlotte instinctively wraps herself around Charles when she feels him enter the bed.  Charlotte smiles in her sleep, now feeling Charles with her.  Charles looks down at his girlfriend and tries to push all thoughts of you to the back of his mind.  But your lips are burned onto his skin.  He can still feel your kisses against his neck.  Your hands are burned onto his skin, so he can still feel you gripping his arms.  Your legs are burned onto his sides, that he can still feel them wrapped around his waist.  Charles can still feel all of you around him. 

You’re so hot and bothered, that you wake Arthur up.  Charles is so uncomfortable that he wakes Charlotte up.  But it's not the same for either you or Charles.  

-

You want to say that was the last time.  You want to say that it was a mistake.  You want to say that it never happened again.  But that's all lies.  It happens again and again.  It happens constantly over the next two months.  It happens so much that you have a strange feeling that Arthur knows.  You and Charles both agree to stop until things stop being so suspicious.  

You look over at Arthur, sleeping peacefully in your bed.  The sight has your heart breaking in two.  You want to be head over heels in love with Arthur.  You want Arthur to send your skin ablaze like Charles does.  You want Arthur to cause your heart to flutter with a single glance, like Charles does.  You want Arthur’s kisses to burn like Charles does.  You want Arthur's touch to send shocks through your system like Charles’ does.  You want Arthur to have the same effect on you like Charles does.  

“Hello,” you press your phone up to your ear, turning away from watching Arthur sleep.  “Why did you call?” 

“Why did you answer?” Charles’ voice comes out clear through the speaker, even without seeing him.  His voice still sends shivers down your spine.  

“We can’t do this Charles, Arthur is asleep,” you whisper.  

“I had a dream about you,” Charles whispers too, afraid he’s going to wake the sleeping Charlotte in his bed.  

“And?” you feel the wind knocked from your lungs.  

“You had my baby,” Charles answers honestly.  You place a hand on your stomach, you feel your eyes well with tears.  You’re in too deep and you know it.  

“y/n,” Arthur’s voice cuts clean across the room, your heart drops, “who are you on the phone with?” 

You pull the phone away from your ear, hanging up the call before anyone can say anything else, “it was my mom, she pressed the wrong button.”  You lie so easily to Arthur, you have gotten good at hiding things now.  

“Okay,” Arthur says, deep down he feels like you’re lying to him, but he just thinks he’s being insecure.  

“Let’s go to bed,” you say with a soft smile, turning off your phone.  

-

You shut Charles out completely.  You block his number, you block him all on social media platforms.  Anytime Arthur invites you out with his family, you fake an illness.  You do a marvelous job of avoiding Charles completely.  So much of a marvelous job, that Charles forces you to see him.  You don’t know how he does it but he shows up at your front door demanding to see you.  You couldn’t help yourself but open the door to him.  

The sight of Charles has your heart racing, you feel it want to jump out of your chest and run away.  His scent invades your nose, it surrounds you and you feel your mind going fuzzy.  “What are you doing here?” your voice comes out meek and tired.  

“Why are you avoiding me?” Charles asks, his voice sounds strained.  He looks like he hasn’t been sleeping well.  You close your eyes looking away from Charles, he moves cupping your face to look at him.  

“Charles, we can’t,” you speak softly this time, you’re trying to say all your thoughts but Charles.  

“No, y/n what is this about?” There’s a tone of uneasiness in Charles’ voice, you try to push him away, but he just pulls you closer.  His hands remain on your face, that has you losing your focus.  

“Charles your dream,” you are out of breath when you speak.

“It was a stupid dream,” Charles says. 

“No,” 

“What is it?  Talk to me.” 

“I was happy,” you say, finally looking at Charles, as the tears escaped you.  “You told me you had a dream of me having your baby and that made me happy Charles.  Arthur was sleeping in my bed,” you placed a great deal of emphasis on the ‘my’ of my bed, “and I was happy with the thought of your baby.  Your brother, Charles, your brother was in my bed.”  

Charles finally lets you go.  He looks at his hands as if there's blood on them, there minus well be blood on them, his brother’s blood.  “This was a mistake,” Charles says, this time he means it, “I shouldn’t have come.” 

“Please go,” you whisper, as you silently cry, turning away from Charles.  

“I’m sorry y/n,” Charles says as he walks out the door.  That’s the last time you see Charles ever.  

You make sure it’s the last time you ever see Charles.  That very same day, after Charles leaves your place, you break up with Arthur.  You tell Arthur the truth, the easy truth.  That you fell out of love with him, that your heart doesn’t feel the same anymore.  That you’re sorry and ashamed that your feelings changed so drastically.  

Arthur doesn’t even know if he wants the answer, but he asks anyway, “were you cheating on me?” 

You think about your answer carefully, you think about what your answer would mean.  What it would do, how it would affect everyone, what was the best thing to say.  You take the time to answer Arthur’s question, you think very carefully before answering.  “I was, you don’t know him, he’s someone from back home.” 

“What was it about him that I didn’t have?” Arthur asks, again he doesn’t know if he wants the answer but he still asks.  

You have to think carefully again, Arthur and Charles are similar in so many ways.  There's so many things that they shared, “nothing,” you finally answer.  “He wasn’t better than you, my heart just chose him.”  

“Are you gonna be with him now?” 

The answer comes fast this time around, “no, he has a girlfriend.”  

“What are you gonna do now?” Arthur asks, this time he knows he wants the answer.  

This time you don’t have to carefully word your answer, “I’m gonna go back home, I think i’ve been away too long.”  

Arthur nods his head, he stands up to leave.  It feels weird, almost unsatisfying.  You thought Arthur was gonna yell, shout, cry, but he didn’t do any such things.  Before he makes it out of the door, he turns back and says, “I hope you find someone who makes you feel like how that guy made you feel.”  Arthur then shuts the door behind him, in that moment you caught a glimpse of Charles in Arthur.  You leave Monaco within the week, you try not to think about it.  

However even when you get back home, thousands of miles away from Charles, you can still feel his lips on your skin.  You can still feel his hands grip your waist.  You can still feel the shocks he sent through your system.  You can still feel the blaze he set to your body.  Even thousands miles away, your body still longs for him.

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call it what you want | a. leclerc

arthur leclerc x fem! american actress! oc!

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a/n: hi :) english is not my first language, it's actually spanish, so there are most likely spelling errors. also, this was completly rewritten, i had already posted another 2 parts of basically the same story but i never wrote the part 3. so i rewrite it and i really hope you like it.

warnings: spelling mistakes, intentional lowercase

a while ago, adeline summers was the darling of the silver screen, adored and admired by fans all across the globe. however, her blissful stardom crashed down like a castle of cards when she ended things with her popular boyfriend, who was also an actor. she was soon the subject of crude internet drama and hated by all faces of social media. driven to despair by the constant hate and backlash, she decided to take a break from the spotlight. she slipped away unnoticed one night, leaving behind the world of glam and paparazzi, to find peace and solace in the unseen corners of the world. adeline found herself in monaco, a warm haven tucked away from the hustle-bustle. she spent her days strolling along the coastline, reading books, avoiding any forms of media, and getting lost in the magnificence of the endless azure. she was healing, slowly perhaps, but surely.

one afternoon, while she was quietly sitting on a park bench, a guy approached her. dressed in casual attire, there was a serenity about him that immediately caught adeline's attention. the guy, who introduced himself as arthur, was also escaping the prying eyes of society. arthur was a formula 2 driver, whose love-life had become a free-for-all, as his relationship with his current ex-girlfriend had ended on bad terms. burnt out by the media's relentless scrutiny and rumor-mongering, he found solace in solitude, just like adeline. it was refreshing for both of them to find someone who understood their plight.

after a few friendly encounters in monaco, arthur suggested that they take a spontaneous trip to lake como in italy. hesitant at first, adeline finally agreed, seeing it as an opportunity to further escape the social storm back home. as they spent time on the serene shores of lake como, away from the world's view, mutual comfort turned into attraction and eventually into a deep affection. they found solace in each other's arms, their simultaneous heartbreaks healing in sync. days that started with watching sunrises over the lake and ended with the sharing of deepest secrets under the moonlight were etched in their hearts.

together, they indulged in italy, taking boat rides, picnicking amidst the lush grapevines, and sipping wine as the sun kissed the horizon. it seemed both were meant to meet, meant to heal, meant to fall in love, at a time when they despised the world the most but needed companionship the most. months passed, and the internet could only speculate about adeline's whereabouts. little did they know she was no longer the same woman. she was in love, completely head over heels, in love with a guy who knew her for who she was, not the superstar she was painted to be.

adeline and arthur decided to try the public life once again, but this time united. with a bizarre twist of fate, the same public, who once hated them, welcomed them back warmly. the internet which had once been a cause of their isolation, now flooded with wishes and love, celebrating the very bond they despised before. after all, adeline had found love in the most unexpected place, with the most unexpected guy, but at the perfect time. it was her disappearance that led her to find true love and acceptance. it wasn't an easy ride, but it was worth it. the american actress, who was once hated, made a spectacular comeback, not alone, but with the love of her life by her side.

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excitedly waiting for part 2 of party girl already

Party Girl Pt.2

Arthur Leclerc x Norris!reader Lando Norris & Norris!reader

Summary - Arthur and Y/n, Landos younger sister are getting cozy behind Lando's and Charles’ backs

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A/n - Thank you for the request, I really appreciate it 🤍

Reader is still 18 years old

Part 1

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f1gridgossip

Spotted: The formula one drivers should have kept a better eye on their siblings because Y/n Norris and Arthur Leclerc (who also is a formula two driver) are looking cozy at a party in Monaco. How will Charles and Lando feel about the growing chemistry??

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username Ngl they’re cute 🤭

username Wait until Lando finds out, he will not be happy oop

username If they ask me to have threesome with them, I would not hesitate 🤤

landonorris right.

= username Watch out we’ll see Arthur running in a sec 😳

username Atleast she’s not one of those fake fame and money grabbing girl

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Real footage of Lando when he found out about his sister and Arthur Leclerc 🔪🔪

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username Yeah did you see his comment on the gossip post?! Landy was not happy 😃

username I think I can see Arthur running across Monaco right now!!

username Well we know that he's a good guy so hopefully Lando will let this happen 🤞🏻

yourusername

When you're brother goes from hating your boyfriend to becoming bestfriends with him ☺️

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username I love this so much, they're the cutest 😭

landonorris If anything happens, I will stand by what I said

= username What did Lando say?!

= username No don't leave us guessing please!

= yourusername In summary, my dear brother said 'don't you dare ever break my sisters heart, I know where you live' lol 😂

= username Protective Lando is something we need LMAO

charles_leclerc Photo credits?? 📸

= yourusername Of course, thank you Charles 🙏🏻

= charles_leclerc Anytime little Norris

arthur_leclerc I love you ❤️

= yourusername I love you too 🤍

landonorris

Okay, maybe I'll allow you to date my sister but I have my eye on you 👀

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username Y/n Norris, luckiest girl alive!

username The Ferrari and McLaren girl, here she is 🤩

yourusername Thank you Lano

= username 'Lano' thats the cutest thing ever!! 🤭

arthur_leclerc I won't let you down

= landonorris I'll hold you to that

arthur_leclerc

My party girl 😍

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username 'My party girl' Screaming, crying, throwing up!!

yourusername Aww Thur I love you so much 🤍

= arthur_leclerc Yeah not as much as I do

= landonorris Please save this for your own privacy!! 🙈

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everything that’s left (AL12 x reader)

everything that’s left (AL12 x reader)

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pairing: arthur leclerc x reader | (ex) charles leclerc x reader

w/c: 1587

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a/n: have fun!! i really do enjoy this series, hope you love it too :)))

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It started with meeting him two weeks into you and Charles’ relationship, all he did was smile at you and wave when you greeted him.

“Meet Arthur. He’s my brother.” Charles says, placing his arm around your shoulder.

Arthur looks up from his phone and flashes a warm smile at you, giving you a slight royal-looking wave. You smile awkwardly and wave back.

He immediately turns back to his phone and Charles pulls you away, bringing you around to see other people.

Then it became ‘hi’s and ‘bye’s, waving when you two saw each other, giving each other smiles and acknowledgement.

“Hi.” You say as you walk past Arthur in the paddock.

“Hello.” Arthur replies, looking up from his phone and smiling slightly.

Slowly but surely you two started chatting, be it across text or in person; these chats were pretty shallow and superficial, talking about the weather and all.

“I saw your instagram post.” You comment.

“You did?” Arthur asks, chuckling slightly.

“Yea. Seems like you had fun.” You say, feeling slightly more comfortable.

“I did.” Arthur replies, smiling.

After that, it slowly evolved into deeper chats, about how having an older brother in the sport gave unreal expectations of him, less about the weather and more about feelings.

“It gets hard sometimes, yea, you get me?” He says, leaning back onto the seat.

“Mhm. Definitely. Must be hard.” You say, still rather uptight when talking to him.

“People expect me to be a carbon copy of him, and when I’m not, I’m just bad.” Arthur continues ranting.

You’re not sure if he’s intentionally ranting or not but you don’t mind. You enjoy listening to him talk about something deep rather than what the sky was looking like.

Then, the chats became more casual, happening anywhere and everywhere. The uptight and tense feeling in your body disappeared slowly and the knot in your stomach slowly faded off.

“And eventually, it all just piles up and it feels like no one is there for me and I feel like killing myself.” Arthur deadpans.

“Okay- first off, NO. You are not doing that. Second off, what do you mean ‘no one is there for you’? What am I? A roach?” You respond, scoffing.

“Listen, I did not mean it like that, sometimes you are too far away.” Arthur says.

“Literally text me.”

“I don’t have your number.”

“You don’t?”

“No.”

“Well what the hell.”

You gave him your number, he gave you his: The start of many random calls and facetimes for whatever reason.

When Charles wasn’t there, the next best option was him. Arthur never hesitated to talk to you or sit with you while you stared into the blank space.

“Do you ever think about how we might not ever meet our soulmate.” You say, staring into the ceiling.

Arthur put down his phone, “I think we all will meet someone we love truly.”

“Mmkay…” You continued staring.

The silence in the room was not tense or awkward, it was more like a calm white noise that gave you a weird sense of clarity.

Finally, when you started losing Charles, Arthur became the first choice. If Charles was being a dick, it was going straight to Arthur. If Charles left you alone, Arthur was there.

You descend into a mess of tears and rambling. Across the phone, you hear shuffling of feet and footsteps.

“Please stay on the phone. I’m coming over.”

You manage out a ‘mhm’ for him.

There’s a short silence.

“Charles would never.” Arthur reassures you, “He’s faithful.”

You hope so too. You desperately hope so.

And now, you laid on Arthur’s couch, curled up in a cradle position, making some very unearthly noises as you cried your lungs out. You think back on everything leading up to this point. 

What did you do wrong? Did you mess up?

Arthur walks back into the living room, holding a warm cup of water. 

“I… uhm… you want water?” Arthur says, giving you the cup of water.

You nod weakly, your entire face red from crying and the dried up tears still on your cheeks. You take the cup of water from him and take a sip of it.

It’s warm, leaning to the hot side but still warm. 

He takes a seat next to you and you shuffle to the side to give him space to sit down. He places his hands on his lap, like the gentleman he is.

“Sorry for…” You sniff, “Barging in randomly when I said I wanted to be alone.”

“It’s okay, really, no problem.” He assures, his hand flying to your shoulder and giving it a slight pat.

“It’s just been really hard and I don’t know why and it’s confusing me so much.” You sigh, sniffing more and holding back some tears.

“I get it. It’s hard… I’m always here for you.” 

I’m always here for you.

I’m always here for you…

It sends some sort of chill down your spine, making you shiver slightly. The words repeat in your head as you try to construct a sentence to respond to him. Charles never really meant it when he said that, now Arthur’s the one saying it. You don’t really know what to say back.

“I hope so.” You say. It comes out a lot more obnoxious than you expected

It clearly takes Arthur aback too, as he hesitates to reply to you, clearly trying to find the right words.

“I will. You can trust me.” He says.

Again, Charles would say that often. You think about all the times he’s said it and all the times he went back on his word.

“Charles said that too.” 

You can feel your emotions taking over, you’re not processing the words you’re saying, every word that spills out doesn’t go through a filter.

Arthur is clearly stumped on what to say next.

Shit. 

You apologise, “I’m sorry, I’m tired, the words aren’t… processing or anything.” Your nose is still blocked.

“It’s alright. I understand.” He says again, still speaking as if you two were having some friendly chat.

You know Arthur’s the kind to speak rationally and methodically approach something but right now all you needed was the Arthur which hugged you when Charles couldn’t.

“Could you… not speak like that.” You blurt out. The words, once again, sounding rather rude.

Arthur raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t want any solutions right now.” You say, slightly frustrated.

Arthur nods, “Sorry. Just… natural instinct.” 

“I just need you to…I don’t even know.” You take a deep sigh again.

Before you can string together another sentence, Arthur slowly shifts closer to you and pulls you in for a slow hug. You don’t fight back.

He pulls you in and pats you on the back, your head lays on his shoulder. It’s warm, very warm. His touch makes you tear up again.

His hug feels genuine, it feels as if he never wants you to leave him. You can’t remember the last time you were hugged like this.

The tears start flowing out again and you let out soft sobs, your head still laying on Arthur’s shoulder. As you sob and eventually start crying again, Arthur doesn’t let go, he doesn’t flinch when you abruptly start crying. He just keeps you within his embrace.

You missed this. You missed everything about this.

“I don’t wanna leave.” You say while crying. You’re not sure how much Arthur heard of that sentence but you couldn’t care less.

Arthur subtly nods and pats you on the back. 

“You don’t have to.” He whispers gently.

Arthur’s gentle whisper makes you feel like crying even more and letting it all out, for real, for once. Everything about the way Arthur dealt with you made you feel safe.

You take a deep breath before releasing all your emotions at once. You don’t even know which emotions are coming out anymore, you just cry, scream and wail. 

Arthur barely moves, once again not flinching at your sudden outburst. He releases you from the hug but keeps holding your hand. You eventually lay down next to Arthur, letting everything that’s bottled up out.

His grip on your hand is firm, and it’s assuring.

“You could stay… for a while.” He whispers again, but loud enough for you to hear.

You nod in response as you gather your emotions. It’s almost impossible to string together a coherent sentence at this point, your entire head is just a messy jumble of memories and everything that’s happening right now but blurred into one.

You really want to stay.

So you do.

About an hour passes before you stop crying and you sit up, taking multiple deep breaths, calming yourself. 

Arthur’s still sat next to you, his hand still holding yours. 

The sky outside is practically dark at this point, most of the city lights have gone off, except the clubs and some houses. Arthur’s been sitting silently next to you.

He’s been for the past hour, letting you have a safe space to pour your feelings out. He turns to you and smiles warmly, like the smile he flashed at you when you first met him, and like the one you so distinctly remember no matter what.

Like the smile you fell in love with when Charles couldn’t afford to give you a glance.

Charles walked out on you, and that took everything left out of you, he left a gaping hole in your heart. Everything disappeared when Charles walked out… everything but Arthur.

[lxclerc]

𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 | 𝐚𝐥𝟏𝟐

summary… arthur is absolutely obsessed with his girlfriend and everyone needs to know request… yes but its for @coffeehurricanes again faceclaim… olivia rodrigo pairing… arthur leclerc x singer! reader

note… i’m being held hostage and the only ransom is arthur leclerc smaus

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

arthurlovesyn

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arthurlovesyn featuring the most gorgeous girl in the world

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user1 if he isn't as obsessed with me as arthur leclerc is with his gf then i don't want it

user2 she's so girlfriend in all of the photos arthur posts 🥹🥹

arthur_leclerc the most beautiful truly!

⤷ user3 arthur commenting on here as if he isn't the one running this fan page lmao

⤷ charles_leclerc mate, you need help

user4 if they ever break up, i don’t believe in love anymore

user5 look at her smile omg 🥹

yourusername baby, you’re right next to me

⤷ arthurlovesyn the world needed to see how gorgeous you are

⤷ user6 thank you for your service, arthur 🫡

arthur_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc she’s everything, i’m just ken but that’s kenough for me

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user1 it wasn’t enough that arthur runs a wholeass fan page for y/n. his main account also needs to be a y/n fan account

user2 they mean so very much to me 🥹

pascale_leclerc demande lui quand elle reviendra. elle me manque beaucoup !!! (ask her when she’s coming over again. i miss her dearly!!!)

⤷ yourusername je saute dans un avion tout de suite pour toi, maman leclerc ! (jumping on a plane right now for you, mama leclerc!)

⤷ user3 y/n learning to speak french to be able to communicate with the important people in arthur’s life will never not make me want to cry

yourusername actually you’re everything to me 🤍

⤷ olliebearman you’re making arthur cry again

⤷arthur_leclerc IM NOT CRYING OLLIE

⤷ arthur_leclerc Je t'aime pour toujours, ma belle 🤍

⤷ user4 not ollie coming for arthur’s neck like that 😭

⤷ user6 THEYRE EVERYTHING TO ME

charles_leclerc you two make me nauseous

⤷ lorenzotl they are in love, charles

⤷ arthur_leclerc not that charles would ever know what being in love feels like 🤣

⤷ charles_leclerc 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

⤷ user5 charles fr catching some mad strays in this thread

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yourusername i hope i never lose you, i hope it never ends

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user1 y/n wanted everyone to know that she is, in fact, as obsessed with arthur as much as arthur is obsessed with her

user2 stargazing!!! in!!! the!!! middle!!! of!!! the!!! highway!!!

arthur_leclerc i’ve been sleeping in a 20 year dark night but now i see daylight 🤍🤍

⤷ user3 he quoted daylight 😭😭😭😭😭😭

⤷ yourusername i love you deeply, my sunshine 🤍

⤷ user4 i’m going to kms

taylorswift ❤️❤️❤️

⤷ yourusername mother 🧎‍♀️

⤷ user5 MOTHER

⤷ user6 when mother approves, you know he’s the one

[violetszone]

Body Shot

Arthur Leclerc x fem!reader

Summary: Your friend takes you to a private club party in Monaco. You agree to play a game with a group of people you just met your partner in the game is the boy who has been watching you since you came to the group.

WARNINGS: Bad English (a little google translate, not edited writing),alcohol,club,high people

The saying that Monaco would be fun at night was true, but you still couldn't get over the effects of what happened last night, you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, then your eyes went to the side of the blonde boy sleeping in the bed, you couldn't believe it.

*6 hours ago*

It's been 24 hours since you've been to Monaco but you're already starting to feel like you're from there, your friend decided to take you to a private club party and said it was a party where most celebrities would be, party and the word alcohol was enough to convince you though.

When you entered the club, everything was normal at first, you took a few shots with your friend and danced on the floor, then your friend said she wanted to introduce you to someone and took you to a little group. There were famous people you knew in this group, but especially one of them was staring at you, you knew him, but you couldn't see who he was because of the lights.

When you leaned over to your friend and asked who he is, she told you he is formula 2 driver Arthur Leclerc, my god, of course you knew him.You continued chatting in the group, finally it was decided to play a game called Body Shot, it would be fun so you decided to participate Arthur was still looking at you from time to time and he smiled when you decided to join the game now it would be even more fun

First dice rolled first players passed Arthur's turn has come  he chose you as a partner they roll the dice  it was telling him to drink liquor from your stomach he helped you to lie down on the empty table he put a piece of lime between your lips you were excited but you didn't show it, they placed the glass of liquor on your belly button and poured salt on your stomach

First he licked the salt from your stomach with his tongue, you were watching him, he never took his eyes off you, he approached your belly button and took the glass of liquor with his mouth and sewed them all at once,without wasting any time he approached your lips and took the lime from your lips threw it in his mouth and started to kiss you he helped you to stand up while kissing.

God that was so hot everyone around you was cheering and applauding  while you were kissing, everyone could have been high but you and Arthur were sober enough to know what you're doing now, You were both out of breath when you stopped kissing Arthur helped you off the table grabbed you by the waist and dragged you out of the club.

The rest of the night was even better while you were thinking about this, you heard a noise behind you and you turned there Arthur stood on the bed and looked at you "Good morning beauté  what are you doing there come back to bed" You smiled and walked over to him and sat across from him on the bed "Hi" he laughed "YN I know how naughty you're,don't be shy of what happened last night come on" you laughed and slapped him on the shoulder this is how you met Arthur Leclerc, the man of your dreams.