#arthur leclerc fanfiction

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middle man — arthur leclerc

pairing. arthur leclerc x ferrari driver!fem!reader

summary. you never set out to date your teammate's brother. in fact, it took arthur months just to convince you to go on a single date, but charles' opinion of you hit an all time low after he became aware of your relationship and nothing you did seemed to help mend your previously strong partnership. when charles takes it a step too far, you decide that you’ve had enough of it. 6.7k, 18+

warnings. injury, descriptions of injury, smut, dom/sub dynamic (sub!reader), fingering (fem receiving), impact play, penetrative sex, mirror sex

. . .

The slightest of contact was all it took. That was all it ever took. One second, you were making the overtake for P2, and the next, you were in the wall.

There was barely time to brace. Barely any time to hit the brakes. Reaction time was trained, drilled, conditioned into you until it became second nature. Thank god it was, otherwise, you might not have walked away from this one.

Your ears were ringing when you opened you eyes after impact. Your vision was swimming but you were conscious. You heard the cadence of the question in your ear more than you could actually understand the words being said.

Are you okay? Y/N, are you okay?

You weren't really sure if you were but your mind went to those that were watching the race, your fans, your team, your family, your friends. Arthur. They needed to hear you say that you were okay. The gritty details could come later.

"I'm good. We're good. That was a rough one, huh?"

You're sure that the pain was still evident in your voice. It was unavoidable after however many Gs of force you just withstood in that crash. You turned the engine off, took a moment to center yourself.

You had crashed. You were a Formula One driver. It was the Azerbaijan Grand Prix, the fourth race of your second season with Ferrari after your Haas contract expired two years ago.

Your boyfriend's name was Arthur Leclerc. Privately (and jokingly), you called him Artie because it made him cringe and you thought it was funny. He was your teammate's little brother.

He was the first person to make it to the circuit medical center after you had been loaded into the medical car. He was shaking as he hugged you, not from fear but from restraint, not wanting to hurt you by squeezing you as tightly as he wanted to.

"You are okay? Tell me you are okay."

"I'm fine, baby."

"I could strangle Max Verstappen sometimes. 'Leave the space' must only apply to others."

"Arthur, it's okay. It's just part of the sport."

He looked you over for a moment more before catching your mouth in a searing kiss. It spoke volumes, and you understood exactly what he meant by it.

I deeply respect your love of the sport but I would burn the FIA and the whole world to the ground if it meant keeping you safe.

"I love you," he said when he pulled back.

"Je t'aime," you returned.

That exchange of I love you's in your and Arthur's respective native languages of English and French had been a staple of your relationship since very early on. Your first "I love you" had been in each other's mother tongue. It had stuck ever since.

“Are you sure you are okay?”

“Yes,” you insisted, “A little dizzy, but okay.”

“Dizzy? You did not say you were dizzy.” That was the doctor that had checked you for any signs of a concussion.

You turned to face her. “Yes, but I had—“

You lost your balance as you turned. Your typical coordination escaped you and Arthur had to catch you to stop you from tipping sideways.

The doctor pulled out a phone. “I’m calling an ambulance. You’re going to the hospital.”

“I’m fine—“

“Mon coeur, please sit down,” Arthur urged.

Your calm but obviously worried boyfriend refused to leave your side even when it meant leaving for the hospital before the end of the race. You tried to convince him to stay for his brother but he wasn’t having it.

In the hospital room after you had completed all the precautionary brain scans, Arthur checked his phone.

"Maman is asking about you," he said. "Lorenzo, too."

You both took note of the lack of another of his family member’s text message, but you had grown all too used to it. It was easier not to comment on it.

"Tell them I'm fine."

"I will tell them we are waiting on your test results."

"Don’t worry them. I’m fine, Arthur.”

"We will know that once they have gotten their results."

Arthur had a very convincing poker face but this needless argument showed how concerned he truly was. He kept worrying his bottom lip between his teeth whenever he thought you weren’t looking.

You tugged on your intertwined hands to pull him closer. “Hey. I’ll be fine. It’s probably just a concussion.”

“You cannot know.”

“Then, call it positive thinking.”

Before anything more could be said, the doctor returned with the results of your tests.

You were okay, only a concussion as you had thought. You had a fair amount of bruising and a bit of whiplash to commemorate one of the worst crashes of your career but other than that, you seemed fine.

They still wanted to keep you overnight for observation but you should recover in a timely fashion.

When the doctor left, you only had time to shoot Arthur an “I told you so” look before his phone started ringing. The caller ID showed his second eldest brother’s name.

He answered in French, a language you knew almost fluently after living in Monaco since your rookie season. You had really buckled down to learn the language after beginning to date Arthur.

“Hello? ... I am at the hospital with Y/N. … I know but congratulations on third. Sorry I missed the celebrations.”

You couldn’t hear what Charles was saying, only your boyfriend’s responses. It was now over two hours since the end of the race. Charles must have only just gotten time to call Arthur.

“I know I am, but Y/N was dizzy and the doctor was concerned and I couldn’t just leave her. … She is part of Ferrari, too. I have a duty to both her and the team. … I was not needed at the garage. … And I said I’m sorry I missed your podium but I wasn’t going to leave her alone. What if something happened?”

You sunk back into your hospital bed. They were fighting again. Because of you.

You and Charles had been rookies together back in 2018. You had started your F1 career at Williams before moving through Haas to where you were now, your second year at Ferrari.

You were a handful of years younger than Charles and he had always treated you like a little sister. When you got the Ferrari contract, Charles was over the moon. You remember him going on a half hour tangent about how much fun it would be having you as a teammate, how excited he was for the next two years.

Charles adored you. At least, he used to, before you and Arthur told him you had started seeing each other.

Since then, Ferrari has been a minefield.

Charles was distant and cold. He stopped sending TikToks and stopped laughing at your memes. He unfollowed you on Instagram for about a week before the Ferrari PR team made him follow you again.

The PR department was working well past overtime thanks to you and Charles. You had learned not to try and approach him even when there were cameras around because he would continue to ignore you and it would further fuel the drama mill.

You missed your friend. You missed the fun you two had last year as teammates.

Now, you were with Arthur. And you loved him. And he made you so happy. But you missed being able to talk to Charles without him looking at you like you were the gum on the bottom of his shoe.

Arthur’s voice had gotten sharper the longer he spoke to Charles. “Not that you bothered to ask but Y/N is fine, by the way. We had to go to the hospital to scan her brain and make sure but she would be. Not like you’d care.”

Arthur hung up and tossed his phone onto a table where he couldn’t reach it. You reached out for his hand and he took it, kissing your knuckles and sighing deeply.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly.

“Do not apologize. This is not your fault.”

“It feels like it is.”

“It is not. It is Charles being impossible for no reason. Before we were dating, he—“

He adored you. He called you mon ange. He praised your driving any time he could. He invited you to dinners with his family, which was how you got to know Arthur outside of racing.

Now, Charles couldn’t stand the sight of you. It hurt, you weren’t going to lie. Charles was your teammate and friend, but more importantly, he was Arthur’s brother.

You didn’t feel it was your place to try and close the gap gouged between you and Charles, not when he was Arthur’s family. You didn’t want to complicate things further, didn’t want to try and repair your friendship before the bond between brothers was mended.

“Maybe…”

You lacked the confidence to continue your thought. You didn’t want to suggest what you were about to, even if it could potentially fix everything.

You were selfish when it came to Arthur. You didn’t like sharing him and you especially didn’t want to let him go.

“What?” Arthur asked.

“Maybe we should take a break.”

“What? No? No. Why? No. Why would you want to—? Have I done something wrong? Why would you say that?”

You were quick to reassure him. “No, no, no, baby, it’s not that. I was just thinking that it might be a good idea to take a bit of time and come back to this in the off season. When Charles can separate me as your girlfriend from me as his teammate.”

“No,” he insisted. “No. I do not want him to ruin this any more than he already has. I do not want to take a break.”

“Okay. That’s okay. It was just a suggestion.” One that you were thankful Arthur objected to so vehemently.

“It is a dumb suggestion. I do not want a break. I will never want a break from you.”

“Okay.”

You let him lean in and kiss you. It seemed that Arthur was selfish with you, as well.

.

You were no stranger to Charles Leclerc’s yacht. You had spent many nights attending parties hosted by your friend on his impressive vessel and even more days lounging around or exploring islands along the Monaco coast.

But ever since Charles found out about you and Arthur, you hadn’t been invited back. Until the weekend between races, a week after your crash.

And you hadn’t exactly been invited, it was more that Charles had been told by his mother that you would be spending the day with the family and there was no getting out of it. Though, as the day stretched on and tensions grew higher, you were really wishing that you were the one who could have gotten out of going.

Your concussion wasn’t as severe as originally feared. Your ribs were still tender and the skin of your torso bruised but you were set to race at Miami next week as long as your checkup in a few days went well.

Arthur sat down beside you on the large daybed you had taken to reading on. It was shaded and secluded enough to be comfortable but not so far from the main seating area that you couldn’t easily rejoin the larger group. It was where you had usually set up camp whenever aboard Charles’ yacht.

Your boyfriend handed you the fizzy, non-alcoholic beverage you had requested. He accepted a kiss as gratuity.

“What are you reading?”

“One of those spicy fantasy novels you make fun of me for.”

“Oh, the porn books.”

“They’re not porn books!”

Arthur just laughed because he liked teasing you. He laid his head in your lap. You, of course, let him because you were not actually upset.

You smoothed the hair off his forehead lovingly.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked.

“I’m okay.”

“You’re not hurting?”

“No. I’ve been doing my stretches and using bruise cream. I’ll be right as rain next weekend.”

Arthur seemed pleased with that answer. “Will you read to me?”

You regarded the content on the page you were open to. “I’m not exactly at a publicly appropriate chapter.”

“Am I not a better option than ink on paper?”

“You are not always readily available.”

“You are far more busy than me. You are always away from me.”

“Exactly. I need something to do with all my free time in my hotel room. All alone. Just me. And my hands all over… my latest smutty book.”

“You kill me, woman,” Arthur groaned, sitting up to kiss you.

You let out a peel of laughter when Arthur pushed you onto your back. You two were not in the habit of making your close friends and family uncomfortable with excessive PDA, so Arthur abandoned kissing you to pin you down, gentle and conscientious of your torso.

“Okay! Okay, you’re better!”

Arthur leaned down over you. “Better than what?”

“You’re better than my books.”

“Good.”

He kissed you, then wiggled his fingers against your neck to make you shriek.

“Arthur, Y/N. Come eat!” Pascale called the two of you over to the group.

Arthur helped you sit up, then held out a hand to help you down the steps to the deck below because god forbid you take the three stairs on your own. You didn’t mind; you liked that he wanted to help you, even with things you didn’t need him for.

You smiled at Arthur, able to forget about the Leclerc civil war for a moment. Then, you turned toward where everyone else was sitting in the main seating area.

Charles was glaring daggers.

Your stomach dropped. You pulled your hand free from Arthur’s to fix your hair then didn’t take it again when you were done.

Arthur looked at you odd, noticed where you were glancing. He glared back just as hard at his older brother.

“Arthur,” you muttered in reproach.

“If maman was not here, I swear I would smack him across the face.”

“Arthur, please.”

After the race in Azerbaijan was over, after podium celebrations and post-race interviews, Charles had spoken a little too loudly about how it was your fault that you had crashed, that it was what happened when you "still drive like a rookie five years into your career."

The video that some random clubgoer had managed to capture of your teammate badmouthing you while you spent the night in the hospital for observation had gone more than a little viral.

To hear him talk about you like that just made you sad. You didn't have the energy to be mad over it.

Arthur did not share those feelings. When he first saw the video, it was everything you could do to keep Arthur from charging halfway across Monaco to kick his brother's door in. Instead, you anxiously sat on the couch in your living room as he and his brother shouted at each other over the phone.

If it wasn't for Pascale's not at all subtle attempts to get her boys to make up, you and Arthur never would have come today. But she was your boyfriend's mother. She would not accept a refusal of her invitation for today.

You ended up sat beside Arthur and about as far from Charles as possible as sandwiches and chips were passed around. You kept making eye contact with Pascale, awkwardly smiling whenever you did before glancing away.

"Charles, do you have any more wine on this boat?" Pascale asked.

Charles stood. "I'll go get some."

"Arthur, why don't you help your brother?"

You held your breath. You truly admired the balls on that woman, and the unapologetically obvious pursuit of making her sons make up. When you glanced at Arthur, almost hopeful, you saw the dark edge to his gaze as he looked at his brother; he was still too angry to be left alone with Charles.

You didn't believe Arthur would actually slap or physically harm Charles in any way but things would not be made better by Arthur confronting his brother right now.

"I'll help," you said before Arthur had to respond. "Lead the way, Charlie."

You false enthusiasm shriveled into nothingness by the time you reached the stairs down to the bar. You trailed after him below deck, staying several paces behind.

Charles was silent as he began opening cupboards. He hadn't so much as looked at you when you took his younger brother's place in assisting him.

"Charles, I—"

"I do not want to hear it, Y/N."

You swallowed around the nervousness trying to clog up your throat. "Are you ever going to let me explain?"

"There is nothing to explain. You are my teammate. Arthur is my brother. You both go behind my back to start dating each other and do not care of what it will affect."

"Believe me, we've talked about it. At length. We know it's a risk."

"And you do not care," Charles concluded, ducking down below the bar and out of view as he continued his search.

"No, we decided it was worth it." You took a breath. "I don't know how to talk about how in love with your brother I am without making you uncomfortable but if I had to choose between him and racing, I would hesitate."

That statement may not sound all that impressive but Charles had once said to you—after many, many drinks following a successful race weekend for Ferrari—that he would know he truly loved a woman if when he had to choose between her and never racing again, he hesitated.

As a fellow driver, you understood exactly what he meant. That was what you felt for Arthur. That was what the youngest Leclerc meant to you. That was how hopelessly in love you were.

"I love Arthur, I really do. And I know it's messy and complicated and whatever else but I don't care about that. At the end of the day, I am happier with Arthur than I have been in a really long time."

Charles was silent behind the bar. He was still ducked down. It felt like you were monologuing to an empty room. It made it a little easier to continue.

"While I am willing to put a little strain on my career for my relationship, what I have never wanted to put strain on is your relationship with your brother. I never wanted anything like this to happen.

“I never wanted to go behind your back. I never would have pursued my feelings for Arthur if he hadn’t been so persistent but he wore me down and I couldn’t tell him no.

“I am truly sorry for breaking your trust. But I cannot stop loving your brother. I will not let him go just because you cannot accept us, despite all the difficulties it may come with.”

Two bottles of wine appeared on the bar top just before Charles stood upright again. He still would not look at you.

"If you can't forgive me for pursuing a member of your family, that's fine. I understand. But Arthur is your little brother; do not throw that away because of me.

"Hate me. Be mad at me. Ignore me on media days. Unfollow all my socials. Make the entire world think you despise me. I don't care; just don't take it out on Arthur.

"I am not worth you two falling out."

You nearly jumped out of your skin when Charles finally looked you in the eye. You held his gaze, imploring him to listen to what you were saying.

His expression did not change the longer he surveyed you. Then, he took the bottles of wine, walked right past you without another word, and went back above deck.

.

"That is it?" Arthur asked as you recounted the events to him later that night.

He was sat on the lid of the toilet as you washed your face before you two were going to settle in to watch a movie.

"Then, I told him I'm not worth you two falling out over and he walked away. Without a word. Just back up the stairs and that was that."

"You are."

"Are what?"

"Worth falling out over."

You sighed. "Arthur—"

"You are. I am serious."

"Arthur, I'm not going anywhere. You don’t have to choose between me and Charles; I don’t want you to.”

“I am not losing you because of him.”

“I’m not asking you to compromise. I’m not letting you go because of Charles, either, but we have to try and make this work. He’s your brother. That has to mean something to you.”

“He is being unreasonable.”

“Have you even tried to talk to him about it? Or have you just been pretending nothing’s changed?”

“Nothing has changed," he said stubbornly.

“Okay, that's one of the problems."

"It should not matter that we're dating."

"No, it should. And it does. I'm dating my teammate's brother; that is going to change some things. You do recall the HR meeting all of us had to suffer through, don't you?"

Shortly after telling Charles of your relationship, you and Arthur had gone to Ferrari to make them aware as well. There had been no major backlash from the team but there had been a several-hours-long meeting with HR and PR that you, Arthur, and Charles all had to be present for.

Arthur physically shuddered at the memory. "Do not remind me."

"Us being together changes things. You cannot ignore it and hope everything will blow over."

"He hasn't even apologized to you."

"Worry about me later. Fix your relationship with your brother before it's too late."

"Y/N, you are not understanding. I cannot fix my relationship with Charles if he is going to speak of you like he did in that video. If he is going to treat you like he has been, nothing is going to be fixed."

"He's your brother—"

"And you are l'amour de ma vie. I do not care that he is my brother; I will not tolerate anyone speaking of you in such a way. I cannot remove you from the situation. I cannot make up with him until he stops treating you horrible.”

You had not realized Arthur’s view on the whole situation. You supposed it made sense now that you thought about it.

Charles was generally being mean to you, not his brother. When the two youngest Leclercs argued, it was over you. Charles seemed convinced that you would never prioritize Arthur or his career over yourself or your own.

True, you would never give up your seat for Arthur, but you wouldn’t do that for anyone. Should the time ever come where Arthur got an F1 seat, you would never give him anything; he would have to work just as hard as anyone else to race against you. That was racing.

You do not think that Charles meant anything to that extreme of a degree. He perhaps meant that Arthur would seldom be prioritized in place of a career in F1, period, but you and Arthur were on the same page about that.

You had spoken in length about it. You had laid everything on the table a few months into your relationship and spoke about it all until you reached a true and total understanding.

And Charles… Well, Charles would always see Arthur as his baby brother, as someone to protect, as someone who is young and unknowing of the world even if he was snugly into his twenties.

“You need to speak to him. Really speak to him. Talk everything through.”

“He needs to apologize, first. Then, and only then, will I talk things out.”

“You are. So. Stubborn,” you growled at him, jokingly pretending to choke him in your frustration.

“If I was not, how would I keep you in check?”

He slid his hand right up under your oversized sleep shirt to hold your core in his palm. Your freshly washed face went a little pink.

“I don’t need to be kept in check,” you said indignantly.

“Don’t you? You always seem to find some way to misbehave and then I have to punish you for it. You know how I hate to punish you.”

“Don't lie. You love my punishments as much as I do.”

He rubbed his hand over the cloth of your panties, pushed his fingers between your closed thighs to prod over the fabric at where you had already started to ache for him. It took so little to get you worked up, just a few touches and some dirty words and you were ready to melt into any mold Arthur wanted.

“Backtalk.” He clicked his tongue at you. “Already misbehaving.”

“I’m debating my point. That is not misbehaving. You’re just being mean.”

“Keep talking and I can show you how mean I can be.”

“That’s not fair—“

You didn’t get to finish your thought before Arthur stood and pushed you against the bathroom counter. Your thighs dug into the edge of the counter as Arthur pressed against your back, hips nestled into the soft curve of your ass.

“Arthur—"

"Hm?"

He slowly slid your hair out of the way. The collar of your ancient sleep shirt was easily stretched to the side so Arthur could kiss the bare skin of his shoulder. His teeth bit into the curve of your neck just enough to feel but not hurt.

You whined, pushed your hips back into him. "Don't tease."

He slid a hand up to your neck, met your eye in the mirror. "Be patient."

He held you there until you nodded your understanding. Only then did he hitch the back of your shirt up to slip his hand inside your panties from behind.

He grabbed a handful of your ass. You exhaled a soft moan.

You hadn't been intimate since the Monday before the Azerbaijan GP, meaning it was pushing two weeks since Arthur had touched you. You were ready to fall apart and he hadn't even really touched you yet.

"Arthur, s'il te plaît."

In the mirror, you could see him smirk at your French. He had told you before that he liked when you spoke to him in French, that he thought your accent was cute.

You knew it was a totally indulgent way to get what you wanted but you didn't care; it worked. His fingers slid between your folds, feeling how slick and ready you were for him.

He cursed into your shoulder, slipping into French to say, "So wet for me—fuck, Y/N."

"Want you, baby. Please."

"Want me? Want me where?"

"Inside me."

"So lewd, mon coeur," he teased. "You're so needy tonight."

"You started it."

"And I will stop it if you are not grateful for what I am giving you."

He pulled his hand out of your underwear and you whined. You reached back to slide a hand into his hair.

"No, please, I'm sorry. Please, don't stop."

Arthur huffed out a laugh. "I will take care of you. You do not need to beg."

He pulled your panties down until you could kick them off to the side. He gently ran a hand over your stomach and ribs. Arthur was always conscientious of you, especially when you were injured.

"Can you bend over for me?"

You did so immediately, elbows coming to rest on the sink counter. Your shirt slid up off your hips to hang loosely around your waist. You felt your arousal hit the air in the bathroom, the chill making you shift your hips.

"So good for me. My good girl."

You could cry from the praise and the fact that his fingers still were not inside of you that exact second. You were embarrassingly worked up.

Arthur seemed to take pity on you, circling his thumb on your clit a few times before slipping a finger into you. Just one was nowhere near enough to fill you up but you dropped your head onto your arms and moaned.

He kissed your backside, knelt down behind you. "So noisy, amour."

Any snarky response you may have had died in your throat when he pressed a second finger into you. That was enough for a bit of a stretch that had you pushing your hips back against his hand.

"Stay still," Arthur warned.

You really did try to listen to him but after slowly scissoring you open with two fingers, he introduced a third and started really finger fucking you. You pressed your forehead against the counter, not able to stop yourself from pushing back into him again, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers, searching for something that would stretch you further, reach deeper into you.

He pulled his fingers out of you. Your whine was cut short when he slapped your bared cunt with the same soaked fingers that were just inside of you.

"You are so fucking impatient."

"Just want you."

"Yeah? You want me so bad you cannot even stay still and let me stretch you out? You want to be torn open by my cock?"

You whimpered. That was exactly what you wanted.

He slapped your pussy again. "Huh? Is that what you want?"

You raised your head just enough to be able to watch as Arthur pushed his shorts down. You couldn't see as he pulled his cock free with him stood behind you but you definitely felt it when he pressed his tip against your prepped entrance.

"Oh, fuck—"

He entered you in a swift motion. You choked around a moan.

He was gentle with his arms as he pulled you back against him but ruthless with his hips as he fucked into you without relent. He didn’t press on your bruised torso but he did get a hand around your throat to make you watch yourself in the mirror.

Your dynamic was like this. He was in charge and you loved that. He could hit you, fuck you hard, have you screaming, begging, crying, but where it truly mattered, he would always be gentle with you. His dominance was not just for him; he was always cognizant of your current state and how you were feeling in the moment.

“Arthur.” You breathed his name like a moan, like a prayer.

He kissed your neck, then your cheek. “So good for me.”

Arthur set the pace slow and deep. You could feel him nudging your cervix, stretching you open, the tug of your walls against his cock making you ache for him even more. You were a moaning mess for him in mere moments.

He coaxed you through your first orgasm like that, fucking you slowly from behind as you watched yourselves in the bathroom mirror, his hand between your thighs to push you along. Your legs shook and Arthur held you upright as he kept the torturous pace all the way through your climax.

“You have a bit more in you, amour. Yes?” he asked, still moving his hips as the continued stimulation was making you squirm.

You felt you could barely catch your breath but you nodded anyway. “Yes.”

Arthur hummed, pleased. “Good girl. Bend over.”

If your first orgasm was for you, the second was surely for Arthur. Sex was always a game of give and take with him. Though, even when he was taking, you were always being given so much.

As soon as he had you bent over again, he gripped your hips, adjusted his own, then started fucking into you fast and hard. You grabbed onto the counter to steady yourself, let your head drop onto the quartz as you went pliant and easy.

You were shaking from the overstimulation, from not getting a break between your first high and the second that Arthur was making you chase.

“Come on, amour. Come on.”

His pace was just uneven enough for you to become aware that he was definitely close. He was waiting for you.

His fingers found your clit again, rubbing out another wave of pleasure that had you trembling against the counter. Your head felt light, legs literally giving out and you would have fallen to your knees if Arthur wasn’t still gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, strong arming you into staying on your feet.

You cried his name and your body went slack. Arthur fucked you through your second high and past it, stroked himself out with your body and buried himself deep inside of you as he came.

You mewled at the feeling, at the depth and the spurting warmth. Arthur smoothed a hand up your spine to soothe you. He whispered praises and pressed kisses into your skin until you came back to Earth, getting your legs back underneath you.

"Welcome back, mon coeur."

You could hear the proud grin in his words but could only give a weak groan in response as you pushed yourself upright. Arthur helped you up, then sat you on the bathroom counter and kissed you sweetly before setting to cleaning you up.

He scooped you up into his arms once you were clean and dressed to carry you out to the living room.

"I can still walk," you told him but still happily wrapped your arms around his neck anyway, leaning against his chest.

"I'll have to do better next time, then."

Arthur set you on the couch. He told you to stay as he bustled around getting popcorn and drinks ready.

"What do you want to watch?" you asked.

"Whatever you want."

"Don't give me that kind of power," you mumbled to yourself.

You didn't giving in to the temptation to queue up some cringeworthy romcom you know Arthur would hate. He had given you enough tonight. You could be nice about the movie choice.

You made it through maybe half of the movie (some new Netflix film you thought looked decent) when there was a knock at the door. It was a soft noise, almost hesitant.

You shared a look with your boyfriend before you both checked your phones to make sure you hadn't missed a text from someone letting you know they were on their way over. You both came up blank.

Despite it being your apartment, Arthur pushed you down when you went to stand and ran to answer the door himself. You couldn't quite see the door from the couch, so you strained your ears to listen.

"What are you doing here?" Arthur asked, not quite unkindly but certainly not happy.

"I went to maman's. You were not there."

Charles. Why had he showed up at your door unannounced this late in the evening?

"I've been staying with Y/N most of the time."

Silence followed. It was painful just eavesdropping on the two brothers. You nearly got to your feet to approach them and attempt to mediate but Arthur beat you to it.

"What do you want, Charles?"

More silence. You don't think you were breathing, scared if you made yourself known it would ruin whatever was about to happen.

"I wanted to apologize," Charles eventually said.

"Apologize?"

You bit your cheek to stop from screeching with joy. Finally—finally! You were so ready for this whole thing to be over with. Even if it took some subtle guilt tripping on your part, you were more than pleased at the outcome.

"For how I've been treating you since you told me about you and Y/N. Is she here?"

"Yes."

"Yes, well, it is her apartment, no?" Charles tried for a weak laugh but Arthur did not take mercy and join him. "Er, well... I—I shouldn't have been so quick to judge you two. I was upset, at first, that you had hidden it from me.

"I forget that you are an adult and you have pursued your own career and you do not need protecting from people who might try to take advantage of you—not that I believe Y/N would do such a thing!"

You cringed. This could go downhill really fast considering Arthur's protective streak over you.

"Yes, I am an adult. How you feel will not dictate my relationship. But how you treat Y/N will dictate my relationship with you. How can you speak of her like you have? She has been your friend for so long."

"I know what it has been like for you to constantly be compared to me. I know it has been difficult for you and I have become paranoid in my fame that someone will use the people I care about to get to me."

"That is ridiculous. Y/N is just as well-known as you, if not more. And she knew you before she knew me—how does any of this make sense, Charles?"

Arthur had a point but you could understand where Charles was coming from. It was always a fear in your own mind that something may happen to or someone might try to take advantage of your family or your friends because they were in connection with you.

"It doesn't," Charles admitted. "It doesn't make any sense. I was being stupid. I assumed the worst—thought Y/N was using you to mess with my head—and refused to see it any other way and I never should have treated Y/N as I have been or said what I have about her.

"She is one of the most talented drivers I have ever driven alongside. She is the kindest person I know. She has been my friend for years longer than she has been dating you. I should not have let my judgement be so clouded by my own fear.

"I am sorry, Arthur. And if Y/N is here, I would like to apologize to her, as well."

It was quiet for several moments. You waited in silence, still holding your breath. Had you breathed at all since Charles started apologizing? Was Arthur going to say anything? Was he just standing there?

There was the rustle of fabric followed by the telltale sighs of relief that accompanied a much needed hug. You exhaled and slumped back against the couch. Thank God.

It was long overdue that the youngest Leclercs made up. Thankfully, Charles knew his brother well enough to know that you must also be apologized to if things were ever going to get better.

"Y/N?" Arthur called.

You suddenly remembered that you had been eavesdropping the whole time. Charles had no idea you were just around the corner in your living room. You had heard the entirety of Charles' apology, even the things not meant for your ears.

You cleared your throat. "Yes?"

"Do you think Charles should be forgiven?"

You laughed and went to join the brothers in the foyer. "I absolutely do. Do I get a hug, too?"

Charles' face was red but he seemed to find the humor in the situation, too. He opened his arms for you and wrapped you in a tight embrace.

"I am sorry, Y/N. I know you would never purposefully try to hurt me or my brother. I was rash in my understanding of the situation."

"It's okay, Charlie. I just missed my friend."

"I'm sorry." Charles squeezed you tight once more before letting you go.

When you stepped back into Arthur, he let his arm slip around your waist. He kissed the side of your head. You leaned into him, too pleased with the outcome of tonight to fret much over PDA in front of Charles.

For the first time, Charles didn't seem deeply disturbed by your affection. However, he did sigh faux irritably.

"You two are way too cute together. It was so difficult to be mad at you sometimes."

You and Arthur laughed.

"I am serious! You should see yourselves."

Despite knowing it was an inappropriate train of thought to entertain in front of your boyfriend's brother, you couldn't help but think back to just about an hour ago and how you had watched yourselves through the bathroom mirror.

"Oh, we have," Arthur said, innuendo lost on his brother but not on you.

You smacked him in the chest. Arthur just laughed. Luckily, Charles seemed none the wiser.

[everythingne]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ side gate (leclerc reader)

you love your brothers but god, sometimes they can be a bit too much.

warnings/notes: short and sweet ! bearman x reader kinda? can be read as romantic or platonic. make ur own story!

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If Arthur didn’t shut his mouth, Lorenzo was almost a hundred percent sure you were going to lunge over the side of the boat and kill your twin brother.

“Arthur.” You hiss between your teeth, trying to furiously shove down the blush that's threatening to swallow you whole. You really don't want to be dealing with this right now.

“What?" Arthur blinks, then scoffs, "I’m just saying! You and--"

“Arthur, she might kill you if Charles overhears this.” Lorenzo hums into his wine, taking a slow sip and pretending not to see your exaggerated anger as you run your hand through your long hair. Longer than it had ever been nowadays.

“Oh come on! Charlie’s not even looking!” Arthur complains to Lorenzo, putting his hands on his hips as you cross the boat to try and jab at his collarbones. He dodges and scoffs again at Lorenzo, “And why aren’t you also teasing her.”

the eldest pauses as if thinking before simply saying, “Because I’m not a dickhead?”

“The married life changed you.” Arthur pouts and you laugh, pausing your fight with Arthur to see Lorenzo raise his eyebrows and set down his glass. Here it comes.

“Maman should marry you off, Arthur. Maybe it would make you a better person.” Lorenzo deadpans and you burst into laughter, now making Charles look over from where he and Alex have been preoccupied with Leo running amuck. Arthur scoffs, then grabs you and tosses you overboard the boat.

"Arthur!" Charles scolds in time with Lorenzo, demanding Arthur help you out of the cold seawater. With little guilt, Arthur drops the ladder so you can climb back in, and you don't even dignify him with a response as Lorenzo wraps you up in one of the towels and rubs it along your arms.

"You two always baby her!" Arthur complains and Charles sends Arthur a pointed look that has him backing down almost immediately. And maybe you let your frustrations out and kick your brother in the side and send him tumbling into the water too.

"Was that really necessary?!" Lorenzo groans, going to grab another towel while your mother makes her way out to the main deck in a rush, asking what's going on in hurried French. Charles responds to her immediately, saying you and Arthur are going back and forth about something, but Arthur is quick to retort with,

"Well, I wouldn't even be mad if she didn't make heart eyes at Ollie every five seconds!"

"I do not!" You retort back, causing Lorenzo to just unceremoniously turn and drag Arthur inside the cabin while your mother sighs. You are bright red in the face, trying to desperately stamer up some sort of excuse as you look to Charles. A smile breaks across your brother's face from where he stands near you, laughing softly to himself as he shakes his head.

"You know I don't care, right?" Charles says softly, tilting his head at you, "You and Ollie can be... whatever, I don't care. Arthur's just being annoying."

"I don't like Ollie like that, though." You huff, sitting down in the sun next to Charles. Trying to be warm from the chilly water, Charles shrugs and leans back as Alex smiles with a knowing look, snapping a photo of Leo trying to eat your towel.

"Sure," Charles smirks and you scowl, flicking your hair at Charles to spray cold water across his face. He screeched then started complaining, whacking your leg before he stood up and moved away from you--which was perfect because you got to spread out on the couch.

And as your phone pinged with a text from Ollie, you glanced down with a giddy smile. But no, you absolutely did not like Ollie. Never in a hundred years.

Oh, you were so fucked. Oh, you were so fucked.

Ollie laughs in the corner of the room, your eyes flickering over to him despite everything telling you to look away. Arthur's right next to you, grinning as he jokes with someone, but keeping a firm eye on you.

Did he still think you wanted to run off with one of the other drivers? Honestly, the idea was kinda appealing considering it would get you away from the wrath of your twin brothers overprotective nature. Even Lorenzo, who spent his time after school with your in his arms like a nanny, was more lax than Arthur.

Charles swapped depending on the day, which meant you never knew.

But Arthur? Good luck getting him to sway. He didn't even let drivers greet you without a glare. You both had been friends with Franco, Kimi, Ollie... about half the F2 grid for years, and yet Arthur still swore there were ulterior motives.

As Arthur send you a scowl for laughing at one of Franco's jokes, you excuse yourself to the kitchen. Which is still just as suffocating, but across the room you make eye contact with Ollie and pout at your brothers behavior.

Ollie glances at you and nods his head to the door with an eyebrow raise, making you quickly slip away from everyone else and out the back door. This party you're hosting for the end of the season is quite much, but luckily your mother loved to entertain people.

You sit down on the back steps, your small yard overlooking the mountainside of Monaco--high rises off in the distance by the water, glimmering in the night. The backdoor opens with its usual rattle, and theres a soft huff as your companion joins you.

"This party is suffocating me," Ollie groans, stretching his neck out as he joins you in the darkness of the back porch. There's a brief hesitance in Ollie's eyes before he sits down next to you and smiles softly as you turn to look at him.

"It's a lot, and Arthur is suffocating me." You sigh into your drink, taking a sip. Ollie hums at that, sitting down finally and stretching out on the steps.

"He's overbearing, isn't he?" Ollie looks to you, "I guess it makes sense. You're a pretty girl on a grid with a bunch of teenage boys. I know how we are. I can't blame him."

You laugh softly, nodding your head. Ollie did have a point, and you murmur, "I know he wants to protect me. I'm glad he does, y'know? But sometimes I just wanna... I dunno," you gesture to the cityscape in front of you, "Run off into the dark with a guy just to piss him off."

You turn back to the sky, making out some of the faint stars in the skyline. And when you feel eyes on you and you turn to look, Ollie smiles at you where he's already been looking for a while.

"Love Arthur and all but... you wanna ditch?" He asks with a shy grin and you feel your lips curl up into a grin, motioning to the side of the house.

"We can use the side gate." You whisper. There's a pause, and then your both leaving your glasses by the backsteps as Ollie grabs your hand and you both slip out--whispering and giggling, two little shadows running down the road into the chilly Monaco night.

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Random (Instagram AU)

Pairing: Arthur Leclerc x Reader

All pictures are from Tumblr, Pinterest, or Instagram

@/Y/N.Y/L Museum + Cafe Outing

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lorenzotl Arthur is way too cheesy, get him away from here

arthur_leclerc The only thing I said was that Y/N was the prettiest art in the museum

lorenzotl Cheesy beyond cheesy

charles_leclerc Yeah, very cheesy @/arthur_leclerc

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@/arthur_leclerc Beach getaway

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Arthur Leclerc -

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Party girl Pt.2

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[maryleclerc]

NEW ARTHUR LECLERC series

i’m planning on to write another royal series for arthur leclerc but i haven’t decide if the reader are just an ordinary!reader or princess/singer/actress/model reader, so please i need your help!!! i already done for charles leclerc and YES i’ve decided to continue on to write the last part of that series and will be write a prince!arthur leclerc next!!

🔴 if you any IDEAS please send in, love you all!!!

[lovelyleclercs]

Chapter One- The Day Everything Changed

Arthur Leclerc x Sofia Sine

-> What was supposed to be a fun day of traveling to Ibiza very quickly turned into a day Sofia Sine wanted to forget.

Warnings: Mentions of puking, dizziness, headaches, doctors offices, blood work/needles, cancer (if you read the original version of this story, you know why)

word count: 2067

Authors note: I will be posting a run down of what this story is about + it's background story for first time readers of In Sickness & In Health! I will have it linked here

January 5th

The warm sunlight found its way through the small crack in Sofia’s blinds as the alarm on her phone began to go off. It was quiet at first, but slowly got louder and louder with each ring Sofia ignored. When brought out of her deep sleep, Sofia rolled over in her bed, grabbing her phone to stop the repetitive sound. After successfully getting the alarm to stop, she laid on her back and stared up at the ceiling in an attempt to get the room to stop spinning. 

Over the past couple of days, Sofia had been feeling pretty off. She had a hard time keeping anything down, her head was constantly throbbing, and she was completely exhausted. The Dizziness, however, was a new symptom for her. 

Unfortunately for Sofia, this strange illness had prevented her from hopping on a plane with her sister Charlotte, and the Leclerc brothers early that morning. The group had been planning this trip to Ibiza for months, Sofia had been looking forward to it since the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix when everything was booked and paid for. As much as Sofia hated having to cancel, she knew it would be best for her to stay back and get some rest.

With her symptoms only getting worse, as well as new ones arising, Sofia decided to make an appointment with her physician, in hopes that maybe she could get prescribed some medication to help her battle whatever illness she had caught. Sofia glanced over at her phone, the time reading 7:15. She had 45 minutes to get ready and make her way across the street to the office. 

Taking a deep breath, Sofia stepped out of bed and slowly made her way over to her closet. She had no intention of dressing up, but knew that she couldn’t just show up in her pajamas. After getting changed into some sweats and a random T-shirt Arthur had leant her months ago, she made her way to the bathroom to finish getting ready. What would normally take her 10 minutes, had ended up taking her nearly 30. She was weak, tired and very, very sick.

Somehow, someway, Sofia had made it to her appointment right on time. As she approached the check-in desk, she smiled slightly. “Hello there, appointment for Sofia Sine, 8am with Dr. M?”

The lady behind the desk smiled and nodded, her dark brown locks of hair bobbing as she did so. “Yes! You can actually go through this door and down the hallway to the left. Dr. M is waiting for you in room number 4” 

Sofia thanked the kind lady for her help before starting her journey to find room number 4. As she walked down the hallway to the left, she noticed that the room numbers went backwards starting from 10. She was thankful that the room number hadn’t been any higher, as she wasn’t sure she would be able to walk much further than that at the moment. 

When she approached the room with the big white number four on the door, she opened the door slowly before stepping inside. When she had closed the door, she looked to her right to find Dr. M sitting in her chair going through some emails. “Oh! There you are! Hello Sof, how have you been?”

Sofia laughed a little before sitting down on the bench that had that crinkly white paper laid out on it. “I’ve been way better… I won’t deny it. How have you been?”

Dr. M smiled and moved her rolling chair closer to Sofia, leaving her laptop behind at the counter. “Oh you know, the same old same old. I practically live in this building so this is about the extent of my life” she said with a small laugh. “So tell me, what brings you in today?”

Sofia took a deep breath and sighed, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt nervously. Despite liking Dr. M, Sofia absolutely hated doctors visits. “Well, a few days ago I had started to feel… off I guess? Over the past couple of days, I have had a hard time keeping things down, my head is constantly pounding, I'm feeling very weak and exhausted, and on top of that, when I woke up this morning I was extremely dizzy.”

Dr. M nodded along as Sofia began listing off her symptoms. After Sofia had finished talking, Dr. M let out a small sigh. “Well sweetie, I know you hate getting your blood drawn, but I would like to do some blood work. I just want to make sure it’s nothing too serious, ok?” 

Sofia nodded slightly, hating every word that was currently coming out of Dr. M’s mouth. Sofia hated doctors visits, but she hated needles even more. 

“I will be right back with all of my equipment, ok? I will even bring you back some crackers and juice, ok? Hang tight” After a quick nod from Sofia, Dr. M left the room quickly, not wanting to leave Sofia alone for too long. 

As Sofia waited for her to come back, she looked around the small room hoping to find a way to distract herself from what was about to happen. She noticed that there had been a magazine tucked away in the corner of the room. Curious, she got off the bench and grabbed it from the shelf. As she quickly flipped through it, she stopped on page five when she saw Arthur and Charles both posing side by side on the page. “Leclerc Brother’s Road to Formula Racing” was printed in big bold letters across the top of the page. A small smile appeared across Sofia’s face as she snapped a photo of the page and sent it to the group chat. 

Sofia: You guys follow me everywhere. Even to the doctors office!

Art: Please tell me you didn’t read that

Charles: That is literally the worst photo of us!

Sofia: Oh I’m definitely reading this while I get my blood drawn!

Art: Blood drawn? Sounds serious. Keep us updated?:(

Charlotte: Please tell us when you get answers!

Lorenzo: ^^

Charles: We wish you were here with us! Call us when you get home!

Sofia was about to respond when she was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in!” she said before putting her phone back into her pocket. 

Dr. M walked in with a tray of things that she needed to perform the blood work. “It’s just me. Let's get this over with?”

“Please.” Sofia said as she held out her arm. 

1 hour later

Sofia had pretty much finished the entire magazine front to back before Dr. M had come back with her test results. She placed the magazine down beside her before looking up at Dr. M. “Let me guess, we did all that blood work for nothing? I probably just have the flu or something don’t I” 

Dr. M smiled sadly, sitting down in her chair that was once again right in front of Sofia. “Sof… I’m not going to lie to you, it’s not great news.”

Sofia’s smile faded as she saw the look of concern on her doctor's face. “What do you mean? What is it?” 

“You have cancer…”

When Sofia heard those words, everything around her suddenly didn’t matter anymore. Her world had started to feel so much smaller. She didn’t remember much after that. She didn’t recall checking out of the doctor's office or crossing the street to get back to her apartment. She didn’t remember locking the door behind her or curling up on the couch. The only thing her mind could focus on was the word cancer. 

A few hours passed by and Sofia hadn’t moved from her fetal position on the couch. She had gone through nearly an entire box of tissues at that point, using each little square piece to wipe away all of her tears. Her phone had been dinging the whole time, texts from Charlotte, Charles, Arthur and Lorenzo flooding her notification center. She chose to ignore all of them. There was no way she could tell the Leclerc’s, not after they lost their father to cancer.

When Sofia finally ran out of tissues, she got up off the couch and made her way back to her bedroom. Before laying down in bed, Sofia paused and looked at the photo she had on her nightstand. It was a photo of her and Arthur nearly four years ago now. In the photo, they were both holding up a peace sign with their hands while standing in front of the ferrari factory. The photo had been taken the day Arthur signed a contract with the Ferrari Driver’s Academy. Arthur practically begged Sofia to come with him on that trip. She even took the week off of school just to accompany him in Italy. The trip was by far one of her favorites to look back on. It was the last trip that Herve took with them before his diagnosis. Tearing up all over again, Sofia picked the picture frame up off of her nightstand and gently brushed her thumb over it. The idea of having to break the news to Arthur absolutely broke her. 

Sofia and Arthur had been the best of friends for well over a decade now. The pair met when they were around five years old. They had both been playing on some random playground in the center of Monaco in the middle of July. Their parents exchanged numbers and arranged several more playdates. Ever since then, the two had been inseparable. They did everything together- birthdays, special events, milestones, achievements- every moment of their lives was shared together.

With Arthur’s first year of F2 being this year, news like this would absolutely destroy him. Sofia knew that if she told him, he would quit racing just to be by her side 24/7- and she wasn’t going to allow that. Not when he had worked so hard to get to this point in his career-and especially not when he promised Herve he would race in F1 someday. 

After a few moments, she put the photo back in its designated spot on her nightstand before climbing into bed. She grabbed her phone and finally decided to open the group chat that had been blowing up all day. 

Art: It’s been like four hours, Sof. Are you ok?

Charles: I’m sure she’s fine, you know how forgetful she is

Lorenzo: you two are literally sitting next to each other outside right now, can you communicate IRL instead of blowing up our phones

Charlotte: Good call. Maybe she is sleeping, we should stop texting in case it wakes her

As she was about to continue reading the conversation, Arthur’s name appeared at the top of her screen. He was calling, probably to say goodnight like he always did when the two were apart. After taking a deep breath, Sofia answered the phone. “Hey, you. How is Ibiza?”

“Sof, thank god… We haven’t heard from you since like 8am. Ibiza is fine, I wish you were here though. I keep seeing all of these fun things that I know you would love.. It sucks. I was so excited to explore this place with you. We do everything together, you know?”

Sofia stayed silent for a moment. Hearing how sad Arthur was to be in Ibiza without her practically broke her heart. “I know, Art. I wish I was there. It’s pretty lonely here. It’s so quiet in this apartment.”

“I could come home? Sit with you while you try to get over whatever it is you magically caught”

You sighed and teared up a little. “If only it was that easy, Art”

“Are you ok? You sound like you’re crying… seriously if you want me to come home…”

“I’m ok, Art. Promise. Have fun in Ibiza ok? Bring me back something fun?”

“Sof…”

“I love you, art. goodnight.” 

After hanging up the phone, she turned over in her bed and closed her eyes, hoping to forget about today. Everything about today was a nightmare. She had even tried pinching herself in hopes that it would pull her out of her misery. Unfortunately for her, today was the day that everything changed. It was her new reality, and there was no way of escaping back to the way things used to be. 

Chapter 2

[micallum]

Candlelit Breakfast

Pairing: Arthur Leclerc x OFC!Caroline Piastri (Caz)

Based on this Ask: “saw something on tv where a guy organized a candlelight breakfast to celebrate he and his gf’s anniversary. because she works too late at night so they couldn’t celebrate during dinner and he wanted to respect the right day so he did a romantic breakfast 🥹 had to share, make this whatever u want sisbsksksk” @oscar-piastri

Ratings: Fluff, 15+ (no smut, just if you are a minor I'm awkward about it).

Word Count: 1,775.

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A/N: Got this ask and wanted to write something so this is a little one shot involving my fave ship (which is ASSY) but it’s disguised as CARTHUR. I guess this is part of the FRIENDS series but it jumps ahead quite a lot from the couple of chapters I actually put out. I still hope you enjoy!

Arthur looked up and down the aisle. Pancakes or crepes? He was sure Caroline would prefer the American pancakes but he was more used to making thin crepes. He sighed and brought out his phone while still holding his shopping list in his right hand. He used his code to unlock his phone and called for backup.

“Hello?” The high-pitched voice spoke through the small device.

“Hi, Nina”, Arthur looked at his sneakers, “do you have a minute?”

Nina hummed and asked what was up before Arthur exposed his dilemma to her. “I think you can handle pancakes, Arthur. Just make sure you don’t add anything other than what the package tells you to.”

“Don’t you just add milk?”

He rushed to squeeze the phone between his shoulder and ear as he reached out to grab the first bag of flour, he turned it every possible way before his eyes found the small drawings. Eggs, milk, butter.

“Seriously, Arthur…” Nina pinched the bridge of her nose on the other end, which Arthur assumed she would be doing, as she always did so when he asked her something seemingly obvious. “Please get the fluffy kind. You make those, a couple of fried eggs, a good half kilogram of bacon – might be too much… but I’ve seen you eat! I know you will be fine. Offer her a cup of coffee and some orange juice. Once you are done eating you exchange gifts.”

Arthur began taking mental notes of this, using his full attention. He did not want to mess it up. He would not have another chance to make their first anniversary perfect.

Caroline had been dealing with one of the most hectic schedules for a few weeks already. From the moment she decided to transfer to Monaco it had been difficult. With a part-time job now, she seemed to either be at school or at work. She spent long hours working on projects at the office, coming home later than either Arthur or herself would like. And Arthur never complained, he had begun rolling on his side to hold Caroline once she was in bed, the faint sound of the bedsheets moving made him aware she had finally come home. She always did her best to keep quiet and for the most part, she did great.

Now that they reached their first year together Arthur thought he might take her out for dinner, but this was impossible. With the change of seasons around the corner, almost all of her company’s clients were in need of new promotional images. She worked with smaller businesses but it was still important and her bosses liked what she had to offer. Fresh designs, simple and effective – or so she had been told. Time off was not going to come soon.

So celebratory breakfast it was! Arthur talked to his brothers about it and they all agreed that if he wanted to make THE day special it was best to settle for what he knew he would get a chance to share with his girlfriend.

“But can you cook?” Lorenzo had asked him in a rather skeptical tone.

Charles had laughed a little too loud for Arthur’s liking, but he assured his brothers that he had actually learned a lot since he and Caroline moved in together.

“I find that hard to believe…” Charles smiled at him and then both of his older brothers shared a look, “but you should try!”

And now he was there, at the grocery store, with a kart already containing the best of the best breakfast foods. He was sure he was going to send his girlfriend off to class with a full stomach and a big smile on her face – even if those were the last two things he did.

“Okay, thanks, Nina.”

“No problem! Hey, let me know how it goes. I bet she will lose her mind.” She said excitedly.

“That’s the idea!”

After a short chat, he ended the call and found the rest of the things. He got on his bike and went back home to the small apartment they shared, he said hello to one of the neighbors and got in the elevator with the bags in his arms. He was glad he had already figured out Caroline’s present days before. Now, all that he needed to do was put the food away and set up his alarm in time to wake up a couple of hours before his girlfriend.

Caroline arrived home late as usual and without any suspicion took off her shoes, she walked past the small kitchen and into their bedroom. With a small side smile she glanced over at Arthur, he was snoring softly, arms and legs sprawled out on his half of the large king-size bed. The two had agreed to go out on Saturday to celebrate their anniversary, but she felt guilty that they would not get to enjoy much of the main day together. She could not wait to graduate and find a different job. She was ready to move on from the half time this half time that life.

She changed into her pj’s and went to the bathroom across the hallway before returning and pulling the sheets down to get into bed. As he did every night, Arthur turned and wrapped an arm around her middle, his nose buried in between her shoulder and neck. Caroline placed her arm on top of his and sighed tiredly as her muscles finally relaxed after a stressful day.

The warmth was gone. She reached out to cover herself, expecting to be met with the weight of her boyfriend keeping the covers from moving, but they were weightless and she was able to pull them up to her chin with little effort.

Her eyes opened in an instant.

“Arthur?” She mumbled.

Beginning to look around she turned on the bed to stare at the empty space next to her. It was rare. More than that… it was extremely strange for Arthur to be out of bed before her. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at the clock only to realize she was up almost twenty minutes before her alarm went off.

With bare feet, she made her way to the bathroom, the hallway already carried the smell of vanilla and coffee. She frowned, did Arthur have a meeting or something she did not know about? She finished her business in the bathroom quickly and approached the kitchen in silence, expecting to find her boyfriend looking at his computer in preparation for an interview or FDA meeting. Instead, she found her kitchen table decorated with a base and a couple of flowers. Two candles stood tall, already lit across from each plate.

Her mouth dropped open and it remained that way as her eyes scanned the kitchen, on the stove a couple of pans, the coffee machine was already running and the rack where they put the dishes to dry was filled with utensils one would use to prepare food. Arthur was proudly holding a jar of orange juice in his hands when she spotted him.

“I know you have time for breakfast!” He pointed out, “Good morning, Caz. Happy anniversary!”

Caroline’s mouth fell shut and she covered her face with both hands, shaking her head she felt like laughing and crying at the same time.

Stupid Arthur, always having these silly yet thoughtful gestures…

She felt stupid once Arthur was holding her against his chest, confusion, and amusement mixed in his voice, “hey, what’s happening?” his fingers pulled her hands off her face in a gentle manner as his eyes searched her features.

“I can’t believe you sometimes,” she smiled with a couple of senseless tears staining her cheeks.

Arthur wiped them with tender hands as she looked up at his expression. “Happy anniversary Arthur.”

He smiled and his cheeks were pulled so far she could see a couple of lines frame the corners of his mouth.

“I made you everything I could think of.” He pulled her by the hand and brought her to the table.

With a chivalrous gesture, he pulled the chair out for her and soon had a plate filled with all sorts of breakfast foods in front of her. He sat down across from her and they ate together, catching up on whatever had been going on the day before. They laughed between bites and shared some pieces of gossip as they usually did. Arthur took pictures of his girlfriend as she sipped on some coffee and smiled down at his phone.

“Oh, I haven’t even showered Arthur!” She complained.

He smiled and then made a fake serious face “You always look gorgeous. Here let’s take one together!”

Caroline rolled her eyes but leaned forward and they took a picture that ended up making everyone go mad once Arthur posted it on Instagram later; both of them were visibly happy, in love, and… in their pajamas. Caz’ koalas PJs – a gift from Arthur when they moved in together, and Arthur’s lack of a shirt. Messy hair and messy table between the two… it all screamed “DOMESTIC”.

Upon seeing it, Caroline wrinkled her nose and stood from the table, “not my favorite, I know we look cuter after a shower.”

Arthur nodded and pulled her into his lap as she began walking past him, she squealed but wrapped her arms around his neck, wide eyes staring back at him. He gave her a smug smile “are you suggesting something?”

She smiled up at him as her brain processed his words, she almost jumped “Oh!” Her brows shot up “No… why? Are you suggesting something?”

The Monegasque looked up at the ceiling and shrugged, the corners of his mouth going down.

She kissed the tip of his nose. “Thank you for doing all of this.”

“You have no idea of the things I would do for you, Caz.” He declared with the most serious tone in his voice. “I love you.”

Caz pushed his hair back by running her fingers through it. He only said those words once before and they seemed to have disappeared from his vocabulary for months, hearing them now was sweeter than the honey they had just poured over their pancakes.

Through a small smile, she admitted the same words back, “I love you too.”

Her hands grabbed his cheeks softly and they both reached out toward each other, kissing for a moment that felt too short for both of them. Too caught up in each other, they forgot all about exchanging gifts, sharing coffee-flavored kisses next to the candles instead.

[pucksandpower]

Used to be Mine

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Arthur Leclerc x ex!Reader

Summary: Oscar stole everything from Arthur … his hopes, his dreams, his family name, and you

Arthur slumps in the hard chair across from Jock Clear’s desk, the Ferrari Driver Academy director’s words echoing in his mind. “I’m very sorry Arthur, but we’ve decided not to renew your contract for next season. You’ll be released from the program at the end of this year.”

Arthur feels like he’s been punched in the gut. This can’t be happening. He’s poured his heart and soul into racing for Ferrari’s junior program for years. His dream has always been to follow in his older brother Charles’ footsteps and race for the Scuderia in Formula 1.

“But … why?” Arthur manages to choke out. “I know my results this season haven’t been that great but fifteenth in the F2 standings-”

Clear shakes his head solemnly. “Your pace and racecraft simply haven’t developed at the rate we need to see to justify keeping you in the program, Arthur. I know how hard you’ve worked, but there are other young talents coming up behind you showing greater potential.”

The word “potential” hits Arthur like a dagger. Ever since he was a kid, that’s what he’s heard over and over — unfavorable comparisons to Charles’ unlimited potential. He always knew his big brother was special behind the wheel, but he’d clung to the hope that he could make it to F1 through sheer hard work and determination if not raw talent.

Clearly that hope was misguided. Arthur feels the sting of failure wash over him.

“I … I understand,” he forces out, struggling not to break down in tears right there. “Thank you for the opportunity.”

He stands up shakily, the room spinning. He needs to get out of here.

The drive back to his family’s home in Monaco is a blur. Arthur’s mind races, years of sacrifice and struggle swirling in his head. Endless days and nights on the simulator. Grueling hours in the gym, pushing his body to its limits. Tormenting himself over endless data traces, looking for even a tenth of a second to gain an edge.

All for nothing. The harsh truth is he’ll never be good enough. No matter how hard he tries, the Leclerc name will always belong to Charles. Arthur will be forever known as his little brother, the one who couldn’t quite cut it.

He slams his fist against the steering wheel, angry tears now streaming down his face. Why did he ever think he could do this? Why didn’t he just pursue something, anything else with his life? He’s wasted years chasing an impossible dream, and now he has nothing to show for it.

His phone rings, almost slipping out of his trembling hands before he can answer. It’s you.

“Y/N ...” Arthur chokes out, trying and failing to hold back his sobs.

“Arthur? Oh my god, what’s wrong?” You ask, panic in your voice even through the tinny speaker. Of course you can sense something is desperately wrong. You’ve always been there for him, the one person who truly understands what he’s been going through.

Arthur can barely get the words out between ragged breaths. “The … the FDA ... they’re releasing me ... it’s over ...”

There’s stunned silence on the other end of the line.

“Arthur, I ...” You trail off, at an uncharacteristic loss for words. You know how much this has meant to him. How much of himself he’s given to this endeavor. “I’m coming over right now, okay? Don’t do anything stupid. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

You hang up before Arthur can respond. He’s not sure if that’s a good thing or not. Part of him wants to wallow in despair alone. But mostly he’s grateful you’re coming. He’s not sure he can handle this by himself right now.

Sure enough, you burst through the front door only a few minutes later. Arthur has collapsed on the couch, head in his hands as the tears continue to flow.

“Oh Arthur ...” You sit down beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into an embrace. He turns and buries his face in your shoulder, no longer trying to hold anything back as ragged sobs wrack his body.

You just hold him, making soft hushing sounds and stroking his hair. You’ve seen him distraught before — after tough losses or crashes. But never quite like this. This is the cry of someone whose dreams have been shattered.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Arthur’s sobs begin to subside into hitching breaths. You grab a tissue box from the end table and hand it to him.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, blowing his nose loudly. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just … I don’t know what to do. What am I going to do now?”

You take his hand and give it a squeeze. “First, you’re going to breathe. This isn’t the end of the world, I promise. We’ll get through this.”

Arthur lets out a shaky exhale, trying to calm himself. You always have been the level-headed one. He leans back against the couch cushions, keeping your hand grasped tightly in his.

“I really thought I could make it, you know?” He says quietly. “I’ve given everything to this stupid dream ever since I was a kid. But I’ll never be good enough, will I? Not like Charles.”

You open your mouth to protest, but Arthur barrels on, unable to contain years of self-doubt and insecurity any longer.

“Don’t try to argue. We both know it’s true. Charles was always the special one. The one with the generational talent. I was just … there. Doing my best to keep up, but always a step behind no matter how hard I worked.”

You shake your head vehemently. “Arthur, that’s not true at all. You’re an incredible driver. Your work ethic and determination are-”

“Meaningless without the talent,” Arthur interrupts bitterly. “That’s all that matters in the end. And I don’t have it, not like Charles does. I’m just … normal. Ordinary. That’s why Ferrari has moved on.”

You move closer, taking Arthur’s face in your hands so he has to look you in the eye. “You listen to me, Arthur Leclerc. You are anything but ordinary, understand? You’ve accomplished more by the age of 23 than most people could dream of in their entire lives. Making it all the way to F2 and the Ferrari Driver Academy is incredible, no matter what happens next.”

Arthur tries to turn away, but you keep his gaze locked, your voice rising in intensity. “If you were ordinary, you wouldn’t have been able to push yourself so hard for so long. Ordinary people would have given up a long time ago. It’s your extraordinary drive and passion that have taken you this far.”

Tears are welling up in your eyes now. You can’t stand to see him diminishing himself like this.

“Besides,” you add, managing a small smile. “I may be biased, but I’ve always thought you were the most extraordinarily kind, caring, and hilarious person I know. That’s a kind of specialness in itself, you know.”

Arthur lets out a choked laugh, wiping at his eyes again. Leave it to you to know just what to say to raise his spirits, even a little. “You always have been weirdly good at these pep talks.”

“Well, someone has to keep your head from getting too big,” you quip back with a grin.

Arthur mock-gasps in feigned offense. “Why, you little ...”

He lunges at you, starting to mercilessly tickle your sides. You squeal with laughter, trying in vain to fight back as you quickly devolve into a giggling, flailing mess of limbs.

You’ve been reduced to teary hiccups when Arthur finally relents, allowing you both to catch your breath. He throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

“You’re the best,” he murmurs softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You rest your head against his shoulder contentedly. “Let’s just take things one day at a time for now, okay? We’ll figure out what’s next together, like we always have.”

Arthur nods, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and love for his girlfriend. No matter what curveballs life has thrown your way, you’ve always supported and uplifted each other. He knows that won’t change, even if his racing dreams don’t pan out.

“Together,” he echoes, giving your hand one more tight squeeze. Whatever the future holds, he can get through it with you by his side.

Maybe his path won’t lead to Formula 1 after all. Arthur feels a pang of sadness and disappointment at that realization. But as long as he has his family — has you — to lean on, he knows he’ll be okay. That love and support is what has always truly mattered most, not chasing some impossible dream.

“You know, we should see if Charles wants to come over later,” Arthur says, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I haven’t roasted his abysmal fashion sense in way too long.”

You burst out laughing at that. Only Arthur could find his way back to laughing and joking so soon after having his world turned upside down. It’s just one of the many things you admire about him.

“Oh my god, yes please,” you reply once you’ve caught your breath. “His outfit at the last race was literally a crime against humanity. Someone needs to intervene before he traumatizes us all again.”

The two of you spend the next little while cheerfully trading escalating insults about his big brother’s admittedly questionable clothing choices. The mood has lightened considerably, at least for now.

Arthur knows the sting of his failure will return, the questions about what he should do next weighing heavily. But you’ll be there for those hard moments too, just like always. As long as he has you — his best friend, his other half — he can face any challenge life throws his way.

The uncertain road ahead is daunting. But Arthur meets it with determination burning in his eyes. If he couldn’t make it as a Formula 1 driver, he’ll simply have to find a new dream to chase. A new mountain to climb. Whatever it is, he knows you’ll be alongside him every step of the way.

***

Six Months Later

The roar of the engines fades as the cars return to the pits after qualifying. Arthur can’t tear his eyes away from the timing screens:

1. C. LECLERC

2. O. PIASTRI

A Leclerc front row lockout at their home race. Except one of them isn’t really a Leclerc at all.

“Nice one, Piastri-Leclerc!” One of the McLaren mechanics calls out as Oscar climbs from his car.

Arthur’s gut twists.

Oscar just grins and plays along. “Thanks, it’s all in the family name!”

A few of the Ferrari mechanics chuckle at that as Charles emerges from his own car, beaming. He pulls Oscar into a hug. “A Leclerc one-two in Monaco, who would have thought?”

“There’s just something about being a local,” Oscar laughs. “Thank you for giving me yet another home race.”

You appear then, throwing your arms around Oscar with a squeal. “My two favorite Leclercssss!”

Arthur has to look away, his face burning. He knows he has no right to be jealous. Oscar is one of his best friends. And you … you made your choice a long time ago.

“Arthur?” Fred Vasseur appears at his side. “You okay?”

Arthur forces a smile. “Yeah, all good. Just … focused.”

“No need to be so tense,” Fred squeezes his shoulder. “You did a great job in the sim this week. That data helped Charles and Carlos a ton.”

“Glad I could help,” Arthur says automatically.

But his gaze is drawn back to where you’re still hugging Oscar tightly. You look so happy, so carefree. It wasn’t that long ago that your smiles were for him.

“You know,” Fred says conversationally. “I’m getting a lot of questions about what you’ll decide to do next. Every time you’re in that sim or out on track-”

“I’m fine being test driver,” Arthur interrupts, maybe a little too brusque. “Really, I am.”

Fred studies him for a beat. “If you’re sure. Just saying, the doors are opening ...”

The team principal moves off then, leaving Arthur alone with his swirling emotions. He can’t get swept up in maybes about his future. Not when his past is standing right there, laughing at some joke Oscar made.

You’d think after all this time, the sight of you wouldn’t affect him so much. You broke his heart so thoroughly when you ended things, he didn’t think there were any pieces left to shatter. But here he is, a mess of jealousy and longing, just because you gave Oscar a hug.

“Arthur! There you are!”

He turns at the sound of your voice. You’re hurrying towards him, Oscar and Charles trailing behind with indulgent smiles.

“We’re going to get some dinner if you want to join?” You ask brightly.

He has to swallow hard before he can speak past the lump in his throat. “I … don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Of course it is!” You grab his arm, utterly oblivious to his discomfort. “We’re all friends here, right?”

“Some of you were a bit more than friends once upon a time,” Charles points out with a wicked grin.

You shove him playfully. “Oh shut up!”

Arthur feels like he’s being stabbed in the heart. Your break up turned his life upside down. Hearing you joke about it so casually now is excruciating.

“Seriously, Arthur,” Oscar cuts in. “Come celebrate with us. We promise not to get too crazy.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Arthur tries again, harsher this time.

You frown, tilting your head in confusion. “Why not? I thought we were all past the whole ex thing?”

“I am,” he lies through gritted teeth. “I just … have some stuff to work on for the race tomorrow.”

“Oh come on,” you wheedle, giving him that smile that used to make him melt. “Take a break! Live a little!”

Arthur can’t take much more of this. He needs to get out of here before he says something he’ll regret. Or worse, does something stupid like pull you into his arms and kiss you senseless.

“Seriously you guys, I’ve got work,” he says, forcing himself to take a step back from you. “I’ll … catch up with you later, okay?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, just turns on his heel and stalks away. He can’t bear to see the hurt, confused look on your face.

Why did he think this would be okay? That he could spend day after day around you and it wouldn’t still hurt? Every smile, every laugh, every touch you bestow on Charles and Oscar is like a white hot poker in his chest.

He thought he was over you. He really did. It’s been months since you ended things, months since you shattered what was left of his heart into a million pieces.

He’d been so shocked, so heartbroken, that all he could do was sit there numbly as you walked out of his apartment. When he finally found his voice, hours had passed, and you were long gone.

“But I love you,” he’d whispered into the empty room.

He’d been so sure you felt the same. That what you had was forever. But you made your choice, as simple as that. Arthur never came first.

And now, half a year later, here he is. Living out some twisted version of his dream … but only just. A test driver for Ferrari instead of a race driver like he always imagined. Like Charles, who had achieved everything they both wanted.

Arthur leans back against the wall of the cool, dark room he’s found himself in. It feels like the pain of your rejection is never going to stop haunting him. Like no matter how much time passes, it will never be enough to make up for losing you.

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying and failing to block out the memory of your face, your smile, your laugh. All the moments of pure joy you two had shared. The dreams you’d whispered to each other late at night, tangled in the sheets.

Is this his lot in life from now on? To watch you move on, all smiles and teasing jokes with Oscar and Charles? To see everyone welcoming Oscar into the family while Arthur is shut out in the cold?

He’s startled from his spiraling thoughts by a knock at the door. “Arthur? You in there?”

It’s Charles. Arthur flinches, swiping a hand over his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m here,” he calls back, grateful that his voice doesn’t shake.

There’s a pause. “Can I come in?”

Arthur considers sending his brother away. He’s in no state for a heart-to-heart right now.

But he can’t bring himself to refuse Charles. Not when they’ve been through so much together, from the karting tracks of their childhood to the highest levels of motorsport.

“Yeah, okay.”

The door opens and Charles slips inside. He stops short when he sees Arthur, brow furrowing in concern.

“Hey … you okay?”

Arthur can’t even find it in himself to fake it. He just shakes his head mutely.

“Is this about Y/N?” Charles asks gently.

And just like that, the dam breaks. Arthur squeezes his eyes shut again, but he can’t stop the tears from spilling over.

“I thought I was over her. I really did,” he chokes out. “But seeing her with Oscar … celebrating like that ...”

Strong arms wrap around him then, pulling him into a hug. Arthur goes boneless, sagging against his older brother as the sobs take over.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Charles murmurs. “Let it out.”

Arthur does. He cries and cries, shoulders shaking, as months of pent-up heartache pour out of him. Charles just holds him through it, rubbing soothing circles across his back.

“I’m s-sorry,” Arthur finally gasps out. “I’m being so stupid ...”

“You’re not stupid,” Charles says firmly. “Love isn’t stupid, Arthur. Especially your first real heartbreak. That shit hurts like hell.”

Arthur lets out a watery chuckle, finally pulling back and swiping at his eyes. “How do you always know exactly what to say?”

“Well, I am the wise older brother,” Charles grins. Then he sobers, studying Arthur carefully. “Seriously though … you know Y/N loved you, right? What you two had was real.”

“I know.” Arthur shakes his head. “Doesn’t make it any easier seeing her move on so quickly.”

“She’s not over you either,” Charles says gently. “That’s why she keeps trying so hard to act like everything is normal between you two.”

Arthur scoffs. “Could’ve fooled me with all the cuddling up to Oscar out there.”

“Oh come on, you know that’s just a joke,” Charles says with a roll of his eyes. “Oscar is like family to us, same as you. That’s all it is.”

“Yeah? Well it didn’t look that way to me.”

“Arthur ...” Charles puts a hand on his shoulder. “I think you need to have an actual conversation with Y/N. Clear the air once and for all. This lingering stuff is only going to keep eating you up inside.”

“What if she really has moved on?” The thought is like a vise around Arthur’s heart. “What if she tells me she’s dating Oscar for real or something?”

“Then at least you’ll know,” Charles says simply. “It will hurt, yeah. But not knowing, constantly wondering … that’s so much worse. Trust me.”

Arthur is quiet for a long moment, turning Charles’ words over in his mind. Maybe his brother is right. Maybe it’s time to rip off the bandaid once and for all.

He nods slowly. “Okay. I’ll ... I’ll talk to her.”

“Good.” Charles pulls him in for another hug. “No matter what happens, you’ve got me, okay? We Leclercs need to stick together.”

Arthur manages a small smile at that, feeling just a bit lighter. “Yeah. We do.”

As he follows Charles out of the room, he catches sight of you across the paddock, laughing at something Oscar said. A familiar ache blooms in his chest.

But this time, he doesn’t run from it. This time, he’s going to face it head on. His heart may end up in even more pieces … or maybe, just maybe, it will finally start to mend.

Either way, at least he’ll know. No more lingering what ifs. Just the truth, whatever it may be.

He takes a deep, steadying breath, then starts making his way towards you.

***

Arthur’s steps falter as he rounds the corner of the McLaren garage. There you are with Oscar, bodies intertwined, lips locked in a heated kiss.

It feels like all the air has been sucked from Arthur’s lungs. He can’t breathe, can’t think. He just … freezes, rooted to the spot, watching in numb horror as the two of you make out shamelessly right there in the open.

This can’t be happening. It has to be some kind of twisted nightmare. But no matter how hard he blinks, the scene before him doesn’t change.

You and Oscar are really kissing. Properly sucking face like loved-up teenagers, hands roaming over each other greedily. Oscar has you backed up against the garage wall, bodies pressed flush together from chest to thigh.

Arthur feels like he’s going to be sick.

Finally, mercifully, you two break apart, foreheads pressed together as you both gasp for air. Arthur should look away, he knows he should, but he can’t seem to make himself move.

“So much for keeping it professional in the paddock, huh?” You murmur, voice husky.

Oscar lets out a breathless chuckle. “Who cares about professional? Not when I’ve got you all to myself for once.”

He leans in to kiss you again, but you put a hand on his chest, stopping him. “We should find somewhere more private if we’re gonna keep this up.”

“My driver’s room?” Oscar suggests, already palming at the small of your back.

You shiver, pushing up onto your tiptoes to brush your lips against his jaw. “Lead the way, Piastri-Leclerc.”

And just like that, you’re gone, disappearing into the depths of the McLaren garage, hands roaming and giggling like lovesick fools. Arthur watches until the door swings shut behind you, cutting off that haunting sound of your laughter.

Then he’s moving without conscious thought, staggering back around the corner and out of sight. His back hits the cool concrete wall with a thud, but he barely notices. Barely notices anything except the ragged, gasping breaths being torn from his lungs.

He doubles over, hands braced on his knees as he struggles not to vomit right there in the paddock. It feels like someone has driven a white hot poker straight through his chest. Like his heart is being crushed into a million pieces all over again.

Oscar and you … together? Actually dating? How … how could you do this to him? To yourself? Everything you two had built together, every future dream you had shared … tossed aside so easily?

Tears burn at the corners of Arthur’s eyes. He wants to scream, to punch a wall, to unleash the searing agony and fury ripping through him. But he can’t make a sound, throat locked up tight with unshed emotion.

He should have known, really. Should have seen this coming. It’s not like you and Oscar were hiding your connection. The loving looks, the inside jokes, that easy intimacy and affection … Arthur had just been too blinded by jealousy and heartbreak to see it.

But to find out like this? To literally walk in on you two wrapped around each other? It’s a whole new level of pain, lancing through him over and over. He’s always imagined that you would have the decency to at least tell him first if you moved on with someone new.

Unless this has been going on for a while already, hidden from him in plain sight. Every laugh, every hug, every teasing comment … was that all a lie to cover up your dirty secret with Oscar?

Arthur’s stomach churns violently again at the thought. He swallows hard, fighting back the nausea. He can’t lose it here, can’t draw any attention to himself. He needs to get it together, block out the image of you and Oscar swapping spit.

Easier said than done when his brain keeps unhelpfully replaying the way Oscar’s hands were roaming over you, groping at you like you belonged to him. And that laugh … god, that beautiful, carefree laughter that Arthur would know anywhere. A sound that used to make his heart soar whenever it was aimed at him.

Now it’s like a knife in his gut to hear you giggling that way with Oscar, no doubt blissed out after a hot and heavy make out session. Arthur’s jaw tightens, a muscle ticking furiously. He would give anything not to have walked in on that, not to have that sound burnt into his brain forever.

At least now he knows the truth. The humiliating, gut-wrenching truth that you’ve well and truly moved on from him. And with Oscar of all people, like the ultimate slap in the face.

What kind of cruel joke is this? Arthur wonders, still fighting to steady his ragged breaths. He loses the girl he wanted to spend forever with … only to have one of his mates swoop in and take her from him?

It’s not just you that Oscar has stolen either, Arthur realizes with a sickening jolt. It’s everything. With you on his arm, Oscar is welcomed into the family, called a Leclerc at their home race. Arthur’s own last name, treated like some kind of lighthearted joke while the real thing is ripped away from him.

Oscar even gets Monaco as a home race, just like the actual Leclercs who grew up here. All because of some dumb joke about Charles adopting him. Arthur had laughed along with it at the time, never imagining the underhanded truth.

Oscar Piastri has wormed his way into having everything Arthur wanted more than anything. The career, the family, the girl … all of it, just handed to him on a silver platter.

White hot fury flares in Arthur’s chest, momentarily burning through the heartbreak. How dare Oscar do this to him? How dare he make a mockery out of Arthur’s dreams, out of everything the name Leclerc stands for?

Arthur barely registers that he’s moving until his fist connects with the concrete wall with a sickening crunch. He lashes out again and again, pummeling the unforgiving surface over and over until-

“Arthur! Hey, whoa!”

Suddenly there are hands on him, strong and insistent. Arthur starts, accidentally slamming his abused knuckles into a firm chest as Charles appears, grabbing hold of his shoulders.

“Easy, easy! What the hell are you doing?” Charles meets his gaze, eyes wide with concern.

Arthur blinks dazedly, pain finally registering from his torn up, bleeding knuckles. “I … I didn’t ...”

“What happened?” Charles presses, lowering his voice when Arthur winces. “Did you get into it with someone? Talk to me, please.”

Arthur opens his mouth, fully intending to tell Charles everything. About walking in on your incriminating embrace with Oscar. About the way it felt like his entire world shattered all over again. How Oscar has stolen every single thing that should have been Arthur’s by birthright.

But when he tries to vocalize the words, to unleash the storm of emotions battering him from the inside out … nothing comes out. His throat remains locked up tight, breath wheezing harshly.

Charles is watching him, eyebrows knitted with worry. “You’re really freaking me out here. What’s going on?”

Arthur squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head helplessly. He feels like he’s drowning, lost in a whirlpool of jealousy and despair that’s slowly suffocating him.

When he opens his eyes again, Charles is still waiting, patient and steady as always. Something in his brother’s calm, anchoring presence helps Arthur regain just a little bit of control. Enough to grit out a few words.

“Oscar. And Y/N.”

That’s all he can manage. But judging by the dawning comprehension on Charles’ face, it’s enough. The older Leclerc lets out a slow breath, gaze turning sympathetic.

“You saw them together,” he says, not a question.

Arthur nods jerkily, jaw locked.

For a long moment, Charles is silent. Taking it all in, no doubt. Then … “I’m so sorry, Arthur.”

Arthur’s breath hitches harshly before he can stop it.

“Hey, hey.” Charles pulls him into a tight hug, tucking Arthur’s head under his chin. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you, little brother.”

Arthur stiffens for just a second before melting into the embrace, squeezing his eyes shut once more. He takes a shuddery breath against Charles’ shirt, then another, just trying to hold himself together.

“I’m here,” Charles murmurs, rubbing his back soothingly. “We’ll get through this together, yeah?”

Arthur doesn’t trust himself to speak, so he just nods against Charles’ shoulder. He clings to his brother like a lifeline, grateful beyond words that Charles is here to anchor him when it feels like his world is crumbling all over again.

He has no idea how long they stay like that, locked in that tight embrace. Long enough for the sharp edges of Arthur’s anguish to dull, at least a little. Long enough for his ragged breaths to even out into something closer to normal.

Finally, Charles gives him one last squeeze before gently pulling back, keeping a firm grip on Arthur’s shoulders.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, eyeing Arthur’s bloodied knuckles with a wince.

Arthur follows his gaze, grimacing at the sight. “Shit, I ...”

“It’s okay,” Charles says quickly, sliding an arm around Arthur’s back. “I’ve got you.”

He guides Arthur through the paddock, shielding him from view with his body. Arthur is grateful for the discretion — the last thing he needs right now is prying eyes and questions about his meltdown.

They make it back to the cool shadows of the Ferrari motorhome without incident. Charles sweeps them into one of the private rooms, locking the door securely behind them.

“There, just us,” he says, squeezing Arthur’s arm reassuringly. “Why don’t you sit down and tell me what happened?”

Arthur sinks down onto the worn sofa, feeling numb and drained. He stares at his mangled hands as Charles darts away, returning a moment later with a first aid kit and a damp cloth.

“This might sting,” Charles warns, taking Arthur’s hands with surprising gentleness.

Arthur barely flinches as his brother starts cleaning away the blood and grit from his torn skin. He’s retreated deep inside his own head, memories from that hellish scene on an endless loop.

You and Oscar, tangled together so intimately. The way you looked at each other, breathless with desire. The easy intimacy and obvious hunger in every heated caress.

Arthur squeezes his eyes shut, but it does nothing to block it out. He’s never going to be able to unsee that, he realizes with a sick lurch. It’s seared into his brain forever, a brand new source of unrelenting torment.

“Arthur?” Charles’ soft voice cuts through his spiraling thoughts. “What happened? Talk to me.”

Arthur blows out a shaky breath, forcing himself to meet his brother’s concerned gaze.

“I went to find Y/N,” he starts in a dull rasp. “To … to get some closure, I guess. Finally rip off the bandaid like you said.”

Charles nods in understanding, staying quiet to let Arthur continue at his own pace.

“But when I turned the corner of the McLaren garage ...” Arthur’s throat works convulsively, the memory surging back in vivid technicolor. “They were there. Making out like a couple of horny teenagers.”

He falls silent again, the words cutting off as a wave of fresh agony washes over him. God, the visual is never going to stop haunting him, is it?

“Oh, Arthur ...” Charles murmurs, squeezing his hands gently. “I’m so sorry.”

Arthur lets out a bitter huff. “Sorry? Don’t be sorry for me, Charles. Be sorry for yourself.”

Charles frowns in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Oscar,” Arthur grits out, white-hot anger flaring once more. “He stole her from me, sure. But he also stole our name. He gets to be a Leclerc now, a mockery of our home streets. Just because you stupidly joked about adopting him.”

He surges to his feet, unable to stay still with all this wrath and hurt burning through him.

“Everything that was supposed to be mine, Charles!” He shouts, prowling the room like a caged animal. “The career, the family, the girl … Oscar has taken it all! With a few laughs and some dumb jokes!”

“Arthur, that’s not fair ...” Charles tries, but Arthur barrels right over him.

“No? Well how about this — let’s see how funny those jokes are when Oscar decides he actually wants to be Charles Leclerc!” Arthur snarls. “He’ll take your career next, you watch! Take away everything that makes you special, everything that’s yours by right!”

“Arthur.” Charles is on his feet now, reaching out to grip Arthur’s shoulders firmly. “Listen to me. You need to calm down, okay? Oscar isn’t trying to take anything from us. He’s our friend!”

“How can you say that?” Arthur demands, anguish cracking through the rage. “Don’t you see what he’s done? What he’s taking from me?”

He’s breathing hard now, vision swimming as tears of mingled fury and heartbreak prick at his eyes.

“That was supposed to be my future, Charles,” he rasps. “Y/N and I … we had plans. Dreams of a life together.”

Arthur swipes angrily at the tear that escapes, blurring his vision. “Oscar doesn’t get to take that from me. He doesn’t get to make it all a mocking joke.”

“Arthur ...” Charles looks stricken now, shaking his head slowly. He pulls Arthur into another fierce hug, tucking the younger man’s head under his chin.

“I’m so sorry,” Charles murmurs, voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry he hurt you like this. You don’t deserve that … any of it.”

Arthur lets out a choked sob against his brother’s shirt, all of the fight abruptly draining from him. He’s just … tired. Wrung out and hollow, aching down to his very core.

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, Charles,” he whispers brokenly. “Oscar was my friend … how could he do this to me?”

Charles doesn’t seem to have any answers. He just holds Arthur tighter, rocking them gently from side to side as Arthur finally gives in to his emotions. He buries his face in Charles’ shoulder and weeps — for his shattered dreams, his shredded heart, and a future that now feels impossibly out of reach.

As the sobs gradually subside, a final bitter thought takes root in Arthur’s mind. If Oscar is going to steal away the girl Arthur loves, the family he was born into, and the future he had mapped out for himself ... then Arthur hopes to god the Monaco curse falls on Oscar just as harshly as it ever has for a Leclerc.

Maybe then Oscar will finally understand just how much he’s taken from Arthur. How many dreams and pieces of Arthur's very identity he’s carelessly crushed in his quest to make himself a Leclerc on everything but paper.

Arthur’s tears have dried, leaving his cheeks chafed and eyes swollen. But the hollow ache in his chest remains, throbbing in time with his ragged breaths. He stays huddled against Charles, taking what little solace he can from his brother’s presence.

It’s all he has left now. Oscar has snatched away everything else that ever mattered to Arthur. His future, his past, his home ... all of it, gone in a spiral of heated kisses and breathless laughter.

If the cost of having it all is the Monaco curse bearing down on him, then so be it. Arthur finds himself almost hoping Oscar gets everything he so greedily took, the consequences be damned. Maybe then, just maybe, he’ll finally understand an ounce of the anguish and heartbreak he’s inflicted on Arthur.

It’s a dark, vindictive thought, one that makes Arthur's gut twist with shame. But he’d too drained, too devastated to truly care. He just presses closer to Charles, craving the simple comfort of family as reality crushes him from all sides.

His dreams, his heart, his identity ... all stolen by a former friend turned ultimate betrayer. If the Monaco curse is all Arthur has left to cling to, then so be it.

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Pushed Down and Down - Grid x Driver! Reader

Plot: Suffering with mental health issues as a driver isn’t easy - but when people actively don’t help it can only get worse.

Based on that one tiktok edit sound.

A/N: as someone who struggles with her own mental health this was a true comfort for me to write and reread. Drivers who talk about their mental health and how they do struggle literally have my whole heart (Lando, Lewis etc)

Warnings: Talk of mental health, depression, anxiety, etc, all drivers are a little mean to Y/N

From a very young age you were told you wouldn’t be able to do karting, and you wouldn’t get very far as it was strictly a man’s sport.

Your mum tried to sway your opinion as you were clearly the athletic type and get you into gymnastics or dancing. But the smell of the petrol and the adrenaline you got from going round the tracks was like nothing else.

Your dad on the other hand fully supported you, he was a mechanic so he did struggle to afford decent gear for you but you made do with what you had.

This however never stopped you, and as a child going into a teenager and young adult it didn’t affect you too much. You took your wins as and when they came and you worked hard for them and you took your losses as opportunity to learn from.

Oh how you wish you could go back to those days.

You proceeded to be asked in 2016 if you wanted to compete in British F4, you had your License and it seemed like you were this up and coming British talent.

You came 1st in the British F4 championship in 2017 right after Lando Norris and Max Fewtrell won the years before you. The two behind you being Oscar Piastri and Logan Sargeant. You didn’t win a race for the whole season, just pure consistency.

You then came third in the UAE F4 Championship in the same year. Oscar and Logan were also in that series with you. Logan being right on your toes coming in second place. This season you were close to taking your first win, but Logan had crashed you out taking the win for himself and leaving you down in P8.

Both Oscar and Logan of course moved up to bigger and better things in 2018. Both of them moving up to doing Eurocup Formula Renault whereas you weren’t offered anything.

In 2018 you competed in Formula 4 United States and came second place again. Your team let your American team-mate pass you on the last race of the season through team orders even though you were on equal points.

You took the loss and moved on because that just the kind of race driver you WERE.

In 2019 you were promoted to F3 and got to drive with Max Fewtrell, Logan Sargeant, Yuki Tsunoda and Liam Lawson. You came second and you actually were insanely close to Robert, but it never felt like a win. You were with Prema, and you fought tooth and nail.

In 2020, Oscar and Logan rejoined you in the feeder series and were in the same team as you as you remained with Prema.

Prema, unfortunately for you and Logan prioritised Oscar and with an insanely dominant year for Prema Oscar won the championship through the help of team orders. There were many chances for you to take wins but you knew you couldn’t get promoted to F2 just get, even though you spend to years in Prema and come second both times.

This was when Red Bull noticed you and backed you paying for the rest of your career which was lucky really considering your dad wouldn’t have been able to afford another season for you in F3 with all the debt he was already in.

2021 came around and Red Bull helped you further your career getting lots of sponsor shops along the way and finally securing you an F2 seat for the 2022 season.

In 2021 you finally won a championship, but you didn’t feel like it was a win. Everyone had something to say about this achievement, that you’d only won thanks to the team, and that it wasn’t driver capability. As a young 21 year old these comments really affected you going into the F2 season.

Once you got into F2 in 2022, you were head to head with Felipe Drugovich. Red Bull also came forward asking for you to become a reserve driver for Red Bull alongside your F2 driver Liam Lawson. You were back in the standings with Logan too, Oscar having won back to back championships and now becoming the golden goose on his route to F1 with Alpine.

This year halfway though the season you had to experience the unfortunate passing of your dad, the only true supporter you ever had. It was utterly dismal for the few races that came afterwards.

The season was closing out and there were only 3 points between you and Felipe with Theo and Liam not far behind. With a dramatic qually in Abu Dabi that had most of you at the back of the pack when starting the race, you prevailed winning the race and taking the championship.

You got out of that car celebrating only to see your team not there for you. You awkwardly celebrated with the team of the drivers from 2nd and 3rd place but you couldn’t understand why they weren’t there for you.

But he was there for you…

Christian Horner in his Red Bull team gear, white envelope in his hand that he presented you in the quiet room.

He was the first person to truly believe in you and see see potential apart from your dad and it was refreshing getting the contract that was going to sign you on as a rookie along with Oscar and Logan in the 2023 season.

F1

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f1: BREAKING: RedBull announce Y/N Y/L/N to drive for them in 2023 meaning all seats for the season have now been filled.

#f1 #redbull #womeninthepaddock

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user1: oh Lord I’ve followed her since F3, so proud of her!

y/user: this is a dream come true! I can finally tell my mum I made it!

lewishamilton: so proud of everything you’ve done to get women this far in the sport @y/user

user2: god they just keep on ruining this sport

redbullracing: So excited to have Y/N join us on the team!

-> y/user: I’m so thankful to you guys to be given the opportunity!

user2: oh this year is gonna slap.

maxverstappen1: welcome to the RedBull Family!

First was the Bahrain Grand Prix, it was your 3rd time in and F1 car and you were obviously very nervous. It was your first race weekend and you didn’t know where to place yourself.

The whole weekend didn’t really feel like your debut it just felt glazed over with Sergio Perez leaving and no longer being in F1. A lot of the team had hushed whispers around the situation, and Max tried his best to make you feel welcome but his awkwardness made that hard.

“So like what do you do, you drink beer?” Max awkwardly asks as you’d both been sat in the hospitality together waiting for Christian or one of the engineers to come grab you.

“Oh erm, no I don’t drink at all actually” you smile with a little furrow in your brows.

“Oh … right” Max sighs and thankfully that conversation was cut short when Christian came round the corner to collect you both.

You both were racing and for a rookie you had incredible tyre management making the agreed one stop strategy seemingly start to work despite the temperature on track. You were very quick, maybe even more quick than Max.

However coming out the pits, your tires are already starting to complain and tyre marbles are going left right and center.

Y/N Radio: What happened guys, my tyres are degrading so quickly I thought we agreed on hards?

Static was all that was received back.

Y/N Radio: Guys did you put me on softs?

Race Engineer: Sorry Y/N mess up at the pits, pit in 5 laps.

And once word got out to the other teams that they’d fucked up your race strategy and that you were basically free game your race was pretty much over.

P4 wasn’t bad considering the mistakes made, but you knew you’d could have gotten a podium on your first race.

“Y/N amazing first race in F1 you really know how to make an entrance to the sport huh?” The interviewer says cheerfully happy that you’ve done as well as you did.

“Yeah” you say with a smile.

“Not happy with the result it seems?” She pushes and you sigh.

“I’m of course so happy, getting P4 was amazing and I know my team are happy and I’ve made eveyone at home really proud. Thank you dad and I hope you’re watching! But it’s always a little … disappointing? I don’t really know if that’s the right word for how I’m feeling right now, when the outlook of something is going so well and external forces out or your control tamper with that it’s not a nice feeling. I’m really proud of the team today and of course Max had a great win today so we collected a lot of points for the team and remain top in the constructors” you explain and she nods slightly shocked with how open and honest you had been.

Eventually you were taken away by your PR manager who was starting to worry about what you were saying, a little scolding that you weren’t sure what for afterwards.

People spoke too, Lando and Oscar shocked you most.

“Y/N was kinda dangerous on track today, can’t believe she was that ballsy as a rookie man” Oscar said having know you the best driving with you for as long as he had.

“She’s talented for sure but I can’t help but feel like she’s gonna wash out” Lando admits with a sigh.

Was he right, would you have one good season and then that was it?

Things went the same in Saudi this time you managed to place your car in pole position, leading the race while Max had an unfortunate start from P15.

However after team orders came in to let Max take over once he got to a close enough gap behind you made you obey the team, not wanting to get on their nerves and make them regret choosing you. After that a botched pit stop and Oscar driving like a lunatic and bumping into your side left you down from P2 to P6

“Y/N what an incredible drive despite all that happened and you’ve hauled some good points for the team! How are you feeling?” The interviewer asks pushing the mic closer to you.

“Hot, I’m so hot right now” you joke trying to lighten the mood, wiping the sweat away from your forehead.

“Yeah I can’t imagine with this heat and the fact that the car is incredibly warm here” she smiles back and you take a breath before answering the second question.

“Yeah I mean today didnt go as planned. I got pole, I was on track to win, I did everything right but I just don’t think it was meant to be today and you know I’m going to fight really hard in Australia and see where we can get us hopefully something better than what I’m doing now” you say with a polite tight lipped smile and nod before going to the call down room.

You sat against the cold plastic door of the room head against it as you held in your tears. You always told yourself to never cry over a loss as you can’t expect to win them all. But this was supposed to be your race and you can’t help but feel like if you had Max behind you defending the incidents with the pits stop wouldn’t have occurred as you wouldn’t have done that second pit stop that cost you time.

In debrief you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Are you kidding?” You laugh looking towards Max and then back at Christian.

“You didn’t move out the way from Max quick enough and you should have caught up quicker! What were you even thinking out there colliding with Piastri like that!” Horner announces making your cheeks flush a little red from embarrassment.

You didn’t think the collision with Oscar was your fault, but maybe it was.

Then you’d heard Daniel talking to Carlos, and your thoughts continued to spiral.

“She’s a tricky one mate, can’t see her having that seat for long” Daniel admitted to Carlos at the restaurant they were at with some of the other drivers.

Y/N was sad when she didn’t get an invite seeing as many of them were there but she didn’t take it to heart having fun eating alone while people watching.

“Yeah, I wonder how many times they have to tell her team orders” Carlos had added.

The next race was Australia.

You had the faster car, better starts and you beat Max going into turn one. It was a ballsy move on your part but it was clean racing, no damage done.

Race Engineer: Y/N give back position now

Y/N Radio: But I have the faster car Zayn, I got fresher tyres and my deg is fine. I have the stats don’t tell me I’m wrong when I’m the one in the car

Race Engineer: Y/N Max is fighting for the championship, team orders slow down and give position back

And so you did, you gave Max his position back and trailed behind him creating a DRS train behind you, Hamilton and Alonso not being able to pass you to potentially overtake Max.

After this race you started to keep a mental health diary and your coach thought it would be a good idea to see a therapist to help with your quick thinking and decision making on track, of course not for your mental health and you start to struggle with coming to the terms that Max needs a second driver and that’s what Red Bull hired you for.

So you became his second driver.

Constantly being criticised by the team and Horner, constantly having Max tell you that you need to be a second driver for the season and that’s it. Nothing else. Having interviewers wondering why you keep having these near misses.

When your home Grand Prix the British Grand Prix came around you’d just about had enough of being called a second driver. You took matters into your own hands. You spend hours in the sim working out the best angle for the corners of Silverstone and seeing how much you could push the provisional car down the straights.

When it came to qualifying you smashed everyone out the park in all three sectors. The media were buzzing at your stone face for the duration of the weekend.

“Y/N what an amazing qualifying for you, you were really flying out there. And your starting on pole tomorrow with Max behind you, is there going to be team orders to let him through?” The interviewer asks smiling at you.

“I mean there have been the whole season no?” You laugh with less sparkle and glimmer in your eyes than the start of the season.

“Yes, so you’re saying Max will be let ahead tomorrow!” She asks and cock your head to one side.

“He’ll be asked yes” you nod before you leave.

Race day came and you did not listen to team orders.

Race Engineer: Y/N let Max through, then we’ll pit you first to defend the lead while Max pits.

Y/N: what about, no? Come on guys, I’ve done everything for the team you’ve wanted me for. Just let me race him.

Race Engineer: Max will race you too hard, you risk loosing both the cars Y/N let him through.

Y/N: im sorry, but i have to do this for me, to prove I’m as good a driver as i try to be.

Race Engineer: Y/N don’t do this.

And with that you celebrated your first race win. Max had ended up DNFing when he got a little caught behind and skidded onto the gravel trap trying to make up too much time to catch you.

It was a full Brit Podium, you Lando and Lewis. You were thankful you had both of them there to celebrate with you as your team didn’t show up again. Probably all consoling Max on his first DNF of the year. He wasn’t happy at all and you could tell.

“Are you okay?” Lewis had asked you as you guys had stepped away from the podium. The man wasn’t blind and could see the disappointment on your face when no one was there to congratulate you on your first win and celebrate with you.

“M’fine” you say shortly before leaving and going straight to your drivers room, tears following. You spend hours writing away in your self help book. But you couldn’t wallow it was time to take on the words of Taylor Swift in her Reputation Era.

You never thought something you loved so dearly could kill of your spirit so quickly and easily. But Max go tougher as the season went on. Only allowing you one more win in spa where you once again ignored team orders. Max was incredibly unhappy with you up there on the podium and you just knew the media would have something to say about the awful tension between you and Max. He didn’t celebrate with you in Spa only the third place podium which happened to be Charles.

The Red Bull team member immediately celebrated with Max and Charles, as much as you tried to join in however you weren’t able to get close enough. You were royally fucked off.

Singapore felt like a breath of fresh air for you when it happened, it was a new feeling that had your toes curling as you pressed on the brakes knowing that Carlos and Lando were leading with you hot on their tales and Max being nowhere in sight.

Celebrating with them felt different, but everyone could tell that the happy bubbly girl who they’d started the season with was no longer apparent.

The season closed, and honestly your team, Max and Christian all seemed like 2024 wasn’t worth sticking around for … as a great driver you owed it yourself to find your worth in F1 and that wasn’t with Red Bull

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baby : CL16 ☆

summary: y/n horner has dropped a new single. its a sexy and fun song. but y/n had broken up 4 years ago, and since then there was one superhit album with a sad and shady vibe. new year, new y/n? or new man? let's find out.

(charles leclerc × singer!reader)

trigger warnings: sexual intendos, typos (tried my best to not make any)

face claim: barbara palvin

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hi, lovers. i know its been quite a while since you've heard from me but hey! i'm back and my single "baby" is dropping on friday, 8/12/23. stay tuned for more updates. love you all always, i thank each one of you as i wouldn't be here if it weren't for you guys 💋

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christianhorner proud of you, darling ❤️

- gerihalliwellhorner WE are proud of you (the spice girl inside me is squeaking)

landonorris GO BESTIE

- y/nusername ILY DUMBASS

carlossainz55 all the drivers can't wait for this! (we all are disgusted on the inside)

- y/nusername 🤭🤭

- estiebestieee GIRL WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

- y/nloverrr stop....DOES THAT MEAN THE DRIVERS HAVE HEARD THE SONG ALREADY

- pierregasly 🤐

y/nfann YOU LOOK SO PRETTY

paddockclubb y'all wondering if the drivers have heard the song when i'm out here questioning reality cos CHARLES LECLERC HAS LIKED THIS POST.

it was the end of season lunch and you were kind of nervous as you would finally be telling your parents about charles and you. your friends were thrilled but you just didn't know how your father would react.

the heavenly creatures and godly people had given you a blessing. BECAUSE NO WAY IN HELL YOUR FATHER KNEW ABOUT IT ALL ALONG?

"you aren't letting him in on any red bull secrets now, are you?" your father questioned you. and you replied right back, with mock seriousness. "you mean have i told him how max cuddles his cats and how checo never stops talking about mexican food? yes dad i've kept that a secret." your boyfriend lets out a chuckle as you finish your sentence, squeezing your thigh below the table.

"aww maxie you're a softie at heart" lando teases him as max glares at you playfully. the brunch was a success and you just couldn't wait to get back to the hotel with charles because, oh dear lord. he looked absolutely ravishing. divine. sublime even. and he knew what was on your mind, the way his hands kept brushing yours, his soft kisses when no one was looking. you felt it all.

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fancy hotel but this is how we showed up 🤞🏼 liked by christianhorner, charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1 and 99,827 others.

landonorris oooh who's that hot man

- y/nusername carlossainz55 come get your child

- carlossainz55 my apologies

- carlaaaando EXACTLY WHO IS THAT MAN

charles_leclerc 🌟

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- f1wags WTF ARE Y'ALL SEEING THIS.

- estiebestiee if y/n and charles are a thing. I'M NOT READY FOR THIS 🖐🏼

y/nloverr OK BUT THE UPGRADE THO. from that trash guy 4 years ago to charles mfkin leclerc 🙏🏼

it was the big day. your single was about to drop today and your boyfriend was lying down on your lap, telling you how he would LOVE to tell the world that the song was about him. you agreed, it was about him. he slowly got up and wrapped his arms around your waist, letting his hands slip under your shirt.

"aren't we getting cheeky now, mr leclerc?" you teased. "oh we are just getting started, baby" he mumbles as he kisses down your neck. and just like that, he made your big day much more special by his, let's say, needy touches.

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"baby" out now on all platforms! enjoy streaming. sending kisses 💋 liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris, lewishamilton and 288,718,123 others.

y/nfannn "baby, baby, do i taste like candy, sugarcoated he says i'm the most sweet" UM GUYS????? I'M NOT OK 🖐🏼

landonorris great song ig 🙄

- y/nusername oh cmon we all know you love it

lewishamilton great job, sis. got a sick beat 🖤

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f1wags GUYS. I'M 100% SURE THAT'S CHARLES' BACK.

- carlandooo RAH STOP I'M WEAK IN MY KNEES RN

y/nloverrr "i'm a handful but, that's what hands are for. pin me to the floor, treat it like its yours" SCREAMING YELLING KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR GN. she ate that up 🙏🏼

charles_leclerc 🤭

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"baby" is ab me. y'all can cry now 🤭 liked by y/nusername, arthur_leclerc, carlossainz55 and 287,112,123 others.

y/nusername i love you, baby.

- charles_leclerc NAH. i love you more.

- y/nusername shut up, i will kill every person who says against me, i love you more.

- charles_leclerc wow look at you making me all scared AND getting me horny at the same time.

landonorris UM. I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT.

pierregasly THERE ARE KIDS ON THIS APP.

maxverstappen1 why y'all acting like we didn't know since ages. anyways. *pretends to be shook* CONGRATS GUYS!

y/nleclercfan PARENTS 🤞🏼

lechairrr y/n basically told us how good charles is in bed by her song 😭

f1wags HAH. I KNEW IT. I SAW IT COMING BUT I'M STILL SO SHOOK RN?????

scuderiaferrari red looks good on you guys ❤️

the end ♡

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lovingly siesta | a smau | part 1

pairing(s): youngest sister leclerc!reader x lando norris, youngest sister leclerc!reader x f1 grid (platonic).

warnings: no face claim, age gap (25-18), protective charles leclerc, ooc

might be a multi-parts series

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yourusername it’s outfit check week🤭

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user1 y/n literally living our ferrari girlies dream life

user2 superb with that first outfit, its giving girl boss energy sis😋 keep going

user5 GIRL YOU WERE IN QUEENSLAND I WENT TO QUEENSLAND TOO😭😭😭

charles_leclerc ma pricesse maman’s gunna be mad if she sees the last 3 pics

yourusername keep it a secret from her then arthur_leclerc no i’m going to snitch u up, be prepared yourusername 😵‍💫 you childish sappy kid arthur

charles_leclerc but i love that you wear my hat

user4 charlie are you in search of a brother in law i would love to apply

user3 damn sometimes i forget she’s actually 18 now😭 time flies so fast, i feel like i’ve known her since forever

landonorris very pretty sis

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charles_leclerc …ok fine i’ll pick you up to party tonight, go get ready (but no drinks)

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user7 at this point anyone could see lando staring down (much to my delusion) at y/n

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charlesfan2 GOODBYEEEE

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charles_leclerc Mercedes?

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love4wags Charles and Y/N in Ferrari’s hospitality today!

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charlesfan5 LITERAL PARENTS

charlesfan8 manifesting they stay together forever

charlesfan11 you don’t understand how much i love them 😩😩😩

charlesfan2 mother and father!!!!!

charlesfan6 i hope y/n is interviewing him again…i will die

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charlesfan6 they are so cute.

charlesfan10 CRYING AND THROWING UP

charlesfan4 charles is so happy with y/n i can’t 😭

charlesfan8 they way he was looking at her…goodbye…

charlesfan3 y/n having charles in a chokehold ‼️

charlesfan2 I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE

charlesfan5 sleeping on the highway tonight

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scuderiaferarri In this exclusive interview with Y/N L/N, a celebrated reporter, delves deep into the inner world of Formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc, unravelling the strategies, challenges, and triumphs that have shaped his career.

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charlesfan2 I MANIFESTED THIS

charlesfan8 wanna bet you they were flirting the entire time

charles_leclerc Had an amazing time!

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charlesfan9 LMAOO 😭

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charlesfan3 something shifted

f1 Both dominating the racing world!

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charlesfan8 HER CAPTION BYEEEE

charlesfan1 live laugh y/n

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charlesfan6 FOREVER MY FERRARI GIRLS

charlesfan5 i miss isa and y/n together so bad

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charlesandyn Y/N and Charles in Monaco recently with his family!

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charlesfan10 i am so in love with them

charlesfan5 SOMEONE SEDATE ME

charlesfan2 charles won the lottery with y/n…truly

charlesfan11 they are my royal family 😭😭

charlesfan4 y/n and charles are perfect together, i love them so bad

charlesfan12 without them i am nothing

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charlesfan1 THE BEST WAG TO HAVE EVER LIVED

charlesfan6 y/n being a ferrari girly 💅

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charlesfan4 y/n l/n the woman that you are

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charlesfan7 nobody is doing it like her

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charlesfan9 he wants to kill us

charlesfan4 CHARLES IN HIS FOREVER BOYFRIEND ERA

charlesfan10 can they get married already 🙌

charlesfan3 literallyyyy

charlesfan5 i love them so much 😭😭

charlesfan7 y/n l/n scuderia ferrari driver…i like the sound of that

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charlesfan5 IT’S Y/N DAY

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charlesfan2 this shit has me crying omg

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charlesfan8 BABIES 🧎‍♂️

charlesfan4 the prince and princess of monaco

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charlesfan9 NEXT MARRIAGE

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charles_leclerc Double the celebration, double the love. Happy birthday to the most incredible girlfriend and the one who has filled my life with endless joy and love.

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charlesfan1 tears are streaming down my face

charlesfan6 THEY ARE SO PERFECT TOGETHER

yourinstagram you are so sweet, i love you so much

charles_leclerc I love you more ❤️❤️

f1 Forever our Ferrari couple

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charlesfan8 mother & father of ferrari

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charlesfan5 still not getting over the way charles asked out y/n on her birthday 🥲

charlesfan7 THE REAL ROYAL COUPLE OF MONACO

charlesfan2 paps need to leave them alone…

charlesfan10 the way y/n is hiding 😭😭

charlesfan6 charles looks so smiley

charlesfan11 he has never been this happy in his entire life

charlesfan4 they are the cutest

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Chapter Six- Silent Confessions

Arthur Leclerc x Sofia Sine

-> Arthur tags along with Sofia to her treatment appointment, but little does he know, this appointment is going to make him finally realize that maybe he is ready to do what he has always been afraid to do.

warnings: this one is a doozy I'm not going to lie. Mentions of cancer, dizziness, body shakes, cold sweats, IV's, cancer treatments, hospitals, pain, I think that's all, but please let me know if I missed anything, I don't know how cancer treatments actually go, I only ever heard of bits and pieces so if anything is wrong, I am sorry, I'm writing a fictional story regardless.

word count: 2276

a/n: i’m so sorry for the next few chapters bestied

The day Sofia had dreaded most finally arrived.��

Arthur had insisted on accompanying her to her treatment today, which was both exactly what she wanted and exactly what she didn’t want all at once. 

She hated going to treatments alone- nobody to talk to to help pass the time, nobody to hold her when she was in pain- but she also didn’t want Arthur to see her in such a distraught state.

As she was getting dressed, Sofia felt her nerves begin to take over, the pain of the previous treatment seemingly taking over her body as she remembered every detail from nearly two weeks ago. 

Sofia sighed, leaning against the wall as she looked down at the floor, praying that the dizziness she was feeling would go away soon. 

Arthur didn’t fail to notice how long it was taking her to get ready either. He knew how little time she always took to get ready, so the fact that she had been in the bathroom for nearly a half hour now concerned him. “Sof? Are you ok in there?” 

Arthur’s knock on the door startled Sofia, causing her to jump, slightly gasping as she did so. After allowing her breath a moment to relax to its normal state, Sofia opened the door, giving Arthur a small nod. “Yes, lets go”

Arthur nodded a little, knowing all too well that Sofia had been lying to him, but not wanting to argue with her on an already tough day. “Alright, lead the way” 

Sofia slipped her shoes and coat on before walking out to Arthur’s car. He had insisted on driving, which Sofia was extremely thankful for as she didn’t want to drive herself again. 

The ride to the hospital was silent, neither of them knowing what to say to each other. Arthur was afraid of saying something that would upset Sofia and Sofia was afraid of admitting how scared she was for the appointment. 

As Arthur came to a stop at a red light, he noticed that Sofia was picking at the skin around her nails, something she always did when she was anxious. Without saying anything, Arthur grabbed ahold of her hand, preventing her from picking but also trying to bring her a sense of comfort. 

Sofia looked down at their interlocked hands once the car had gotten going again, taking a deep breath as she squeezed his hand tightly.

When Arthur pulled into a parking space, he unbuckled himself and let go of Sofia’s hand, getting out of the car and opening her door for her. Sofia climbed out of the red Ferrari and headed straight towards the front doors of the hospital, knowing that she couldn’t avoid the day any longer. 

After checking in and getting sent to a room, Sofia sat up in the bed, staring at the sheets in front of her almost as if she was too embarrassed to make eye contact with Arthur. “This isn’t an easy thing for me, you know” 

Arthur moved his chair closer to the bed so he could be as close to you as possible without breaking your personal bubble. “I can only imagine”

Sofia sighed and started picking at the skin around her nails again, trying to fight the urge to cry. “It’s just painful and it makes me feel weak and I hate it” 

Arthur held his hand out for Sofia’s, offering it to her if she wanted it. 

Sofia sighed and put her hand in his, leaning against the back of the bed. “I haven’t even let Charlotte come to one of these. I hate people seeing me so sick and vulnerable.”

Arthur nodded a little, his hand squeezing hers gently “I know, but it’s just me. Don’t feel bad or anything” 

“I know it’s just you, but I hate knowing that my pain hurts you. And don’t say that it doesn’t because I know it does. I can see it in your eyes”

“You know why it hurts me?” Arthur asked, squeezing her hand gently as his eyes met hers. 

“Why?”

“Because I care about you and because I love you. That’s why it hurts me. Your pain is my pain and vice versa. We feel each other’s pain.” Arthur said quietly, his thumb gently rubbing Sofia’s hand.

Sofia nodded, knowing that Arthur was right- they both always reciprocated each other's feelings without fail. 

The door to her room opened, snapping her out of her thoughts as she turned away from Arthur, turning her attention towards Dr. M who had just walked in. 

“Hello, oh my goodness you’ve finally brought a visitor…Is this your boyfriend?” she asked, pointing at Sofia and Arthur who had still been holding hands. 

Sofia laughed a little and shook her head, giving Arthur’s hand a tight squeeze. “No, this is Arthur, my best friend” 

“Ah yes, best friend, that is what they all say. I give it a month before I walk in on the two of you making out in here”

Sofia turned bright red, a laugh escaping her lips as she shook her head. “I think that would have already happened by now considering we’ve been friends for 15 years”

“Wow.. that’s gotta be a record or something”

Sofia laughed and squeezed Arthur’s hand once more. “yeah, I guess so”

Dr. M smiled and sat down beside you, pulling out all of the equipment she needed to get your treatment started. “Well, were there any serious side effects you noticed between last treatment and now?”

Sofia bit her cheek, knowing that her dizziness between treatments had gotten worse, but not wanting to say anything. “No, all good”

Arthur looked at Sofia, giving her a look, indicating that he knew she was lying. “Sof”

Sofia sighed and looked at Dr. M again. “The dizziness had gotten worse.. Since the time before”

Dr. M nodded a bit, looking at Sofia’s charts before putting the clipboard back down. “With how high of a dosage you are currently receiving, heavy dizziness is normal, but if it gets to the point where you are constantly dizzy, please let me know and we can lower the dosage, ok?”

Sofia nodded and smiled a little. “I will”

“Alright I'm going to start the IV treatment now then. Remember, this burns at first, but the painful sting will eventually go away.”

Sofia nodded, staring up at the ceiling so she wouldn’t have to watch the IV go in “ok”

Just as Dr. M was about to start the IV, Arthur tilted Sofia’s head towards him. “You know, I was kinda hoping you’d still be able to come to my first F2 race.. Only if you are up to it of course”

Sofia smiled a little and nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Arthur. You know that.”

“Well if you aren’t feeling well enough to travel, I don’t want you to come. You need to look after yourself first” Arthur said as he placed his hand on her cheek, gently rubbing her cheek bone with his thumb.

Sofia smiled a little, relaxing under his touch- however the relaxation didn’t last very long. 

When Sofia felt the strong burning sensation of the medicine a few moments later, she flinched and looked away from Arthur, not wanting him to see her in pain. 

Arthur sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing Sofia’s arm gently with one hand while his other hand played with her hair, trying everything he could to help her relax under such pain. 

“Alright, you know the drill. It takes about two hours for all of the medicine to go through, I’ll pop in every so often to check on you. Press the red button if you need anything, ok?”

Sofia nodded, thanking Dr. M before she walked out, leaving Arthur and Sofia alone in the room.

It didn’t take long for Sofia’s body to start shaking- something that was completely normal for her during her treatment sessions. 

Arthur kissed the top of her head before lying down in the bed, pulling her close to him as he held onto her tightly. “I’ve got you” he whispered, placing another gentle kiss to the top of her head. 

Sofia took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she buried her face into the crook of his neck. “C-cold” she managed to whisper, feeling the cold sweats start, yet another one of the lovely side effects she went through during these treatments. 

Arthur pulled a few more blankets over the two of them, wrapping her up in them the best he could. “Is that better?” 

Sofia nodded a little, finally finding some sort of comfort in Arthur’s arms. 

Arthur played with her hair a bit, sitting in a comfortable silence yet again that day- the only sounds filling the room were those of the machines closely monitoring Sofia’s health. 

After about a half hour, Sofia had actually fallen asleep, the comfort of Arthur's arms lulling her to sleep. 

When Dr. M walked in to check on her, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her patient sound asleep in the arms of Arthur. “This is the most relaxed I've seen her since the diagnosis, you know. She must feel safe and comfortable with you”

Arthur smiled a little, his hand rubbing Sofia’s back gently. “I hope so”

“You like her, don’t you?” Dr. M asked, taking a seat on the other side of the bed as she began checking Sofia’s stats. 

Arthur chuckled a little “is it that obvious?”

Dr. M smiled, giving Arthur a quick nod. “It’s very obvious. She likes you too, you know. I can tell by the way her face lights up when she talks about you. You should tell her how you feel, she needs you now more than ever”

“It’s hard, you know, having feelings for your best friend. We have built such a relationship over the past 15 years, if we broke up, I would lose her completely. The idea of that scares me”

“But what if you two end up married with children and grow old together? It’s important to look at both sides, you know”

Arthur nodded a little, letting out a sigh. “You’re right.”

Dr. M smiled and nodded. “Of course I am, I'm always right.” she said as she slowly began to remove the IV from Sofia’s arm, putting a bandage around the spot where the IV once laid. 

“She is all set to go home” 

Arthur nodded and thanked Dr. M, watching her walk out of the door before he gently shook Sofia awake. “Sof” he whispered, not wanting to startle her too much. 

Sofia opened her eyes slowly, the first thing she saw being Arthur who was smiling down at her. 

Arthur gently brushed some hair out of her face and placed a kiss on her forehead. “It’s over, Sof. It’s time to go home”

Sofia shook her head, closing her eyes once more. She was already exhausted and had no desire to do the simplest task like walking to the car. 

“How about I carry you to the car? Then you can sleep on the ride home?”

Sofia nodded, her eyes remaining closed as she wrapped her arms around Arthur’s neck, preparing herself to be carried by him. 

Arthur smiled a little and picked her up, carrying her bride style in his arms as he made his way out of the hospital and to the car. 

When he was finally able to get the door to his Ferrari open, he gently placed Sofia in the passenger seat and buckled her in, ensuring that she would remain safe on the drive home. 

The ride home was silent like the ride to the hospital, only this time it was due to the fact that Sofia was sound asleep. 

As Arthur drove through the streets of Monaco, making his way towards Sofia’s apartment, he couldn’t help but think about what Dr. M had told him. 

“She needs you now more than ever”

“You should tell her”

“She likes you too, you know”

Arthur sighed and rubbed the hand Sofia still had a grip on with his thumb. Every part of him wanted to tell her how he felt- how she had been the girl he had been chasing all along, how there wasn’t and probably never will be another girl, how in his mind it had always been her- but he was terrified to do so. 

What if she didn’t feel the same? The fear of rejection was high on top of the reasons why he shouldn’t tell her list. 

What if she did feel the same way, but years down the road the two of them realize it was a huge mistake and he loses her forever.

What if she does feel the same way, but she loses her battle with cancer and he has to grieve his best friend and the love of his life. 

But what if, like Dr. M said, the two of them have children and grow old together? The images of a much older Arthur and Sofia sitting on a porch swing flashed in Arthur’s head, and he couldn’t help but smile. 

When Arthur pulled into the parking garage of the apartment buildings Sofia lived in, he put the car into park and unbuckled himself before turning to face Sofia. 

“I’m in love with you, Sofia, and something tells me you are too” he whispered, almost as if he was rehearsing the sentence for when Sofia would be awake to hear it. 

If he ever got the courage to admit it to her when she could hear it, that is.

chapter 7

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