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reqxxyt · 1 year

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never left

pairings: arthur l. x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Instead, he gave you a small smile in return.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No. They never did"

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formulaa-1 · 1 year

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Could you do a Mick Schumacher or Arthur Leclerc Instagram au. The reader could be a runner or a student?

instagram au📚 A.L

runner!reader x arthur leclerc

y/nusername

y/nusername: photo dump📸

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arthur_leclerc: where’s my photo cred for the third pic 🤨

y/nusername: oops 🤭

username_04: y/n is a queen 👸🏻

fan88: the photo of her and Arthur >>>>

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arthur_leclerc: I drive fast. she runs fast. we’re a match made in heaven ;)

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charles_leclerc: hang on a minute , Is that my shirt ?????

arthur_leclerc: how the hell did you figure that out ?

y/nusername: je t’aime 😚❤️

arthur_leclerc: je t’aime, mon bébé ❤️

fan88: MY PARENTS

leclerc_pascale: mes chéris❤️

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arthur_leclerc’s story

y/nusername

y/nusername: days spent with you ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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arthur_leclerc: damn I got lucky

y/nusername: hmm me and you both 😚

lorenzotl: ❤️❤️

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legclairbros_16: okay but Arthur here 😍😍

fan22: stoppp your both so cute 😩🥹

ferraridrivers1666: omg I love your bikini …and you🤭

(authors note - finally made a masterlist lmao after much stress… it took forever to make 😩 but worth it.

#f1 instagram au #formula 1 #instagram au #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #fiction #charles leclerc #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc x y/n #arthur leclerc x you #ferrari

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nowimyurdaisy · 1 year

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The Princess

pairing: Arthur Leclerc x reader

warnings: Maybe not exactly like the request but here it is. Also my first social media au.

summary: princess of Monaco and formula 2's Arthur Leclerc soft launch. Based on this request here

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-✧⬝✧⬝✧⬝✧⬝✧-

f2_updates: is there a new paddock princess?

*comments hidden*

new story by arthur_leclerc

liked by: arthur_lecler, y/n'sbestriend, charles_leclerc, and 843,731 others

tagged: y/n'sbestfriend

y/n.y/l/n: living life

f1.girly: UM? arthur & charles liking y/n's post?!

theprincess's#1fan: no. but like theories?

formulazfavorite: trying to decide if Charles or Arthur is more her type

y/n'sbestfriend: girls gonna be girls 💗

theprince.y/b/n: y/n did dad sign off on this post? 🤨

y/n.y/l/n: nope 🫶

liked by: charles_leclerc, olliebearman, y/n.y/l/n, and 601,560 others

arthur_leclerc: life is good

olliebearman: when are you gonna finally confirm the girl bro?

arthur_leclerc: 🤐

formulazfavorite: RACE SZN BBY!

f2_updates: a new girl on the track next to our favorite Leclerc this season

charles_leclerc: HEY!

liked by: y/n'sbestfriend, y/f/n, arthur_leclerc, 150,967 others

y/n.y/l/n: it's a love story but princess duty calls

comments:

y/n_my.princess: are we just gonna ignore that y/n is a swiftie?

the.princess.owns.me: i promise you i will not let this be ignored

theprince.y/b/n: ugh. it is always taylor swift this, taylor swift that 24/7 in the castle

y/n.y/l/n: *blocked on all accounts*

liked by: y/n.y/l/n, charles_leclerc, olliebearman, 1,250,845 others

tagged: arthur_leclerc and y/n.y/l/n

f2_updates: is there a blooming romance between formula 2 star arthur_leclerc and our favorite Monégasque princess y/n.y/l/n?

comments:

formulazfavorite: this would be my everything

arthurclerc: please confirm please please

y/f/n: 🤐

liked by: arthur_leclerc, y/n'sbestfriend, y/n/f/n, 230,943 other

tagged: arthur_leclerc

y/n.y/l/n: I want your midnights 🩷

arthur_leclerc: ❤ y/n.y/l/n: love you bby

liked by: y/n.y/l/n, charles_leclerc, y/f/n, olliebearman, 1,098,342 others

tagged: y/n.y/l/n

arthur_leclerc: Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

comments:

leclercbrother.loverr: OMG Y/N making Arthur a swiftie is everything

charles_leclerc: loving the soft launch little bro

arthur_leclerc: shut up man y/n.y/l/n: he's blushing right now arthur_leclerc: your supposed to be on my side! y/n.y/l/n: sorry baby it's the truth. ily olliebearman: y'all are so sickeningly cute

f1.girly: the IT couple

taglist:

#arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc x y/n #arthur leclerc x you #formula 2 #f2 #formula 2 x reader #f2 x reader #charles leclerc #ollie bearman

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lxclerc · 2 years

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𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐲 | 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

SUMMARY: when the man in the bar gets too handsy, arthur is more than ready to step in. REQUEST: from @princessbetsy123-blog : “Can u do a Arthur fanfic idc. What is abt” and from anon: “can i request one where the reader is at a club and theres this guy being creepy towards her and arthur interferes and pretends to be her bf to help her out <3 (strangers to lovers)” WARNING: creepy guy in a club, nothing else PAIRING: reader x arthur leclerc WORD COUNT: 821

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You lost your friends a while back, some of them already preoccupied with whomever they decide to spend the night with and the others already too drunk to realize you’d somehow been separated from the group.

You aren’t too drunk, still able to properly walk in your heels without wobbling but you are a little tipsy, your head already beginning to spin as you attempt to look over the sea of people in search for your friends. The party scene have never been your thing but there’s never been anything wrong with dressing up and spending the night dancing and so you hadn’t thought much into it when you agreed but if you’d known you’d be spending the night alone, you would have chosen your couch and a rerun of brooklyn 99.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing alone?” Someone purred by your ear, immediately making you move away from the touch of the drunk man who suddenly appeared behind you. He definitely looks more than a few years older as he smirks at you, hand gripping a bottle of beer.

You resist the urge to grimace, the sight of him disgusted you. “I have a boyfriend, sorry.”

You hate that you have to make up some lie just for this man to leave you alone but unfortunately, you know that men only respect other men. He might not see you as a human being, but he will be your imaginary boyfriend.

But this man only smirks wider, looking so sinister and terrifying at that moment that you attempted to take another step back. “I don’t see him around now, do I?”

He’s moving towards you again, hands reaching to place on your hip. You try to swat his touch away but somehow that only makes him smirk wider.

“Please let me go,” you say, hating the way the shake in your voice is evident as the stench of alcohol covering him invades your nostrils.

“Come on now, honey, no need to play hard to get. You’re far too pretty not to get laid tonight.”

You’re already considering screaming and making a scene when an arm wrapped around your waist, removing the creepy man’s hand on your hip.

“She said to let her go, did she not, mate?” said a thick accent behind you and you turned around to be faced with another man, a smile on his face but you can see the threat in them as he stared down the drunk man that had just been hitting on you. You have half a mind to push him away but his hold is warm and inviting and the wink he gave you when you met his eyes somehow eased your fears.

“Look, man,” the creepy man continues. “I don’t know who you are but I got to her first.”

“I’m her boyfriend,” your ‘boyfriend’ said menacingly, his french accent somehow becoming thicker. He looks ready to pounce as he pulls you closer to him, practically placing you behind him and out of the man’s view. “And unless you want a broken nose, I’d suggest leaving now.”

You expected a little bit more of a fight but the man simply huffed before turning around, stumbling out of your sight.

Your savior removes his arm around you and you can’t help but miss the heat he provided, your short dress barely enough to protect you from the cold.

“Thank you,” you tell him, attempting a smile. “Thank you so much for helping me out with that. I was beginning to get scared.”

That was a lie. You were already scared before he came.

He gives you an easy smile, so much unlike the sarcastic one he had given the man earlier. You can’t help but notice the wrinkles by his eyes when he smiles and you’re tempted to reach out and sooth it with your fingers.

“Don’t mention it,” he says, needing to speak up in order to be heard over the loud music. “I’m Arthur.”

“Y/N,” you tell him as you wrap your arms around you, trying to keep yourself warm. “And thank you so much again, Arthur.”

“Here. You look like you’re about to freeze.” He says nothing else as he shrugs off the jacket he’s wearing, offering it to you. You can’t even find it in yourself to argue as you gratefully accept the warm fabric, slipping your hands through the much bigger sleeves.

“Do you…do you want to get out of here?” He asks hesitantly, scared you’ll think he only helped you out so he can have his own way with you. Truthfully, he just really wants to be able to look into your eyes and hear your voice.

But his worries disappear as you flash him a smile and Arthur could have sworn his heart stopped beating there and there.

“I’d really like that,” you tell him.

Cause I see sparks fly when you smile.

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clxja16 · 1 year

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Does He Know?

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Genre: forbidden relationship

Warnings: suggestive content, swearing, angst

Word Count: 865

Author's Note: I seen a TikTok and then I thought of this. I realize that everything I posted so far deals with the Leclercs and that's not on purpose. I told myself that the next time I write anything for this blog its gonna be someone else, but then I saw this TikTok with Arthur and Charles so ofc it had to be Arthur and Charles for this. Also I don't condone cheating in any sense, unless you're cheating on a groomer or something, but that's a conversation for another time. one more thing, idk if this is getting a part two yet, lmk what you guys think lol

post about part 2

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‘Oh shit’ were the first words in your mind, when you felt the morning sun on your face. Your head ached with last night's decisions. You pulled the blanket closer to you realizing that somewhere between the club last night and your bed this morning you lost your dress. You opened your eyes finally looking around to notice the dark blanket that didn’t match your nice cream ones. You noticed the walls lined with racing posters that didn’t match your art filled walls. You turned over in the bed to notice the man laying there that wasn’t your boyfriend.

“Shit,” you cursed aloud as you shot up in bed.

The man that laid next to you turned over, “Charlotte why are you yelling?” he asked with a mumble.

“Um…” you were at a complete loss for words, you don’t even remember drinking that much, “i’m not Charlotte.” you said softly, hopeful not to startle the man next to you.

He shot up next to you, finally sitting up and looking at you, “you’re not my girlfriend,” he said as the color drained from his face.

“You’re not my boyfriend,” you said, hopeful that he was trying to catch your hint.

“This didn’t happen,” you both said at the same time. You thanked the heavens above that he caught on to what you were trying to say. You made quick work of finding your dress, and getting a cab to get the hell out of his apartment. You and him skipped over the pleasantries, not wanting to know each other's names or anything that happened last night. He didn’t even walk you out the door, not that you really wanted him to.

You were just grateful that he let you go without any argument. As soon as you got back to your place, you threw that wretched dress into the trash and jumped into the shower. When you were done with your shower, scrubbing off all the remnants of the other man you called your boyfriend, Arthur.

Arthur wasted no time in getting over to your place, when you opened the door to see him standing there you thought that maybe you shouldn’t tell him. He didn’t need to know, who would tell him? You were sure all your friends would cover for you, you didn’t know the guy that you slept with, maybe you could just keep this to yourself.

“I made a mistake,” the words tumbled out of you before you could catch them. Arthur stood in front of you so happily that you couldn’t further break his heart by keeping this from him to find out later on.

“Mistake?” Arthur took a step back from you, “what kind of mistake?”

“I think…” you felt tears welled in your eyes, this was gonna be the end to a relationship that hasn’t even started yet, “I slept with someone last night.”

“I see,” Arthur said, looking down as if he were in deep thought. You stood there in silence for a minute. Then two minutes, then ten minutes, then fifteen minutes. “Arthur, say something please.”

“What do you want me to say?” Arthur scoffed, “I want to be angry, I am angry but I don’t know if I have a right to. I have never asked you to be my girlfriend yet.”

“Be angry, you have a right to be angry. Even if I’m not your girlfriend, there was an unsaid agreement that we were committed to each other. Be angry, just don’t leave.” You said, as you held onto Arthur's hands.

“I don’t want to leave,” Arthur said, finally looking at you.

“I don’t want you to leave either.” You said, as you took a step closer to Arthur, hoping to close some of the space between the both of you.

“I am still very angry with you though,” Arthur said, “but I don’t want to lose you just yet.”

“I don’t want to lose you Arthur, last night was a terrible mistake, something that I would never do. When I woke up this morning, the first person I thought of was you. I rushed home to see you. I wanted to tell you before anything else.”

“I am gonna put this behind us because I want to be with you,” Arthur said, closing the gap between the two of you. You nodded your head, hanging onto every word that passed his lips, “but from this day forward you’re mine. You belong to me, and only me.”

That day was over three months ago now. The past three months you have been happy, loved, overjoyed with Arthur. You didn’t even dare to look at another man. You and Arthur moved past it and never brought it up again. You didn’t even think about it again. Until now, when Arthur wanted you to meet his family. You were sitting across the table from the man you had a one night stand that almost ended your relationship before it happened, Charles Leclerc. And all the memories from that night, everything you thought you were too drunk to remember came rushing back to you. Based on how Charles looked at you, you would say he remembered too.

part II

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zcorners120 · 2 years

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the bracelet - 1

arthur leclerc x verstappen!reader

synopsis; arthur's infamous bracelet goes missing when it's suddenly found on his sworn enemy.

warnings; invasion of privacy, sexual harassment, implied crash in the race, Romain Grosjean crash!Reader, swearing

MASTER LIST 2.7k word count PART TWO PART THREE

The bracelet, a small silver chain that Arthur had bought for himself after his first major victory in F3. It was a trademark staple of his brand, fans copying him with lookalikes and duplicates of it.

It was adored especially by his female fans, praising him for wearing jewellery, and looking amazing whilst wearing it. It had become his good luck charm, and refused to take it off when he crashed one time when not wearing it.

"Let's see if the bracelet does you any good when I crush you in this race Leclerc." The younger Verstappen calls out, cockiness smearing in her voice.

"Sure Verstappen, we'll see if your brother's shitty skills will get you anywhere." He laughs out, knowing that Max had trained her for this race.

She walked away, going to put her on suit on. Y/N Verstappen was the latest addition in F3, and was rising rapidly. Her insane skills had immediately bumped her to F3, and was become a media favourite.

She was not only praised for being Max Verstappen's little sister who had followed in his footsteps, but for her own individual talent behind the wheel, as well as her striking beauty which had landed her several campaigns with many big beauty and modelling brands.

Her mutual hatred for Arthur Leclerc was the one thing that remained a mystery to her, as when she first entered the paddock for her first race she had gone up to him, ready to open her heart about how much of an inspiration he is, until this happened..

'Hey, Arthur isn't it? I just wanted to tell you that I really-' You had begun, before he interrupted.

'Big talk from you, considering that I've been told you want to recreate the Charles and Max competition. You talk a lot of shit coming from someone who's only just joined.' He spat, his ego clearly having a joy-ride.

'I didn't say anything like th-' You tried to justify, his eyes narrowing onto you before interrupting, once again.

'You may have become the media's sweetheart, but I can see through that.' He said sternly, not a waver in his voice.

'Asshole.' You shouted out, walking away back to your garage, feeling the rage simmer as you started a self acclaimed war between yourself and Arthur Leclerc.

You still think about that moment sometimes today, wondering if you had just cut him off and got the facts straight, maybe you would've been an unstoppable duo or more?

You couldn't deny the fact that he was insanely handsome, but you couldn't let your thought of lust and a small crush take over the fact that he only thinks you got into racing because of your looks and sweet personality.

You had won multiple times, but not against Arthur specifically. This race mattered, and mattered a lot. You tugged your racing suit on and went into the media pen to do some interviews and promotional videos before the race.

Entering the hustle and bustle of the pen you couldn't spot Arthur anywhere, as you walked up the reporter who was eyeing you up and down as soon as you walked in.

"So, Miss Verstappen, how do you think your latest Victoria's Secret fashion show went?" He drawled, smirking as he asked his question.

"Uhm, excuse me?" You questioned, completely taken aback by his question.

You were a Victoria's Secret Angel, and those shows are notorious for their display of models in lingerie, and had no correlation to your important upcoming race.

"You were wearing a stunning red set, the colour of your rival team, Prema, do you think your biggest enemy Arthur Leclerc has anything to say about that?" He weakly linked the question back to the race, but failed to hide his pathetic boner.

You were at a loss for words, finally seeing what the media thought of you, trying to think of an answer quickly as this was being filmed live.

"Quite frankly I don't think he has anything to say. We're rivals, we don't speak. I find that your question is disrespectful, and has no link to the race." You talked back, the anger seething from your teeth.

"Many of your fanboys are jealous of the tension you both have, there must be something going on behind the scenes? Just like the fanboys would love to see the backstage of when your getting ready." He laughed out, looking around at the cameramen and other reporters, trying to justify his sick questions.

You drew your eyebrows together, as your face twisted into an incredibly appalled face. You were close to crying, not being able to find an escape from the pen as the reporter started getting closer to you.

You felt an arm swiftly wrap around your neck, with their hand resting on your shoulder.

"You see here, me and Miss Verstappen have nothing but hate. As much as I love watching her on the catwalk where I can't hear her voice, you won't be getting that privilege for much longer. I'll meet you in 10 minutes outside buddy." Arthur's deep voice said cautiously patting him on the shoulder with his spare hand, pulling you away.

He pulled you in front of him, resting each hand on both of your shoulders, as he pushed you through the crowd and out to the empty corridor where everyone's room is.

"Are you okay?" He hesitantly asks, still keeping a firm hand on your shoulder.

"Not really. I can't help but think if this is really how my fans see me, and everyone publicly." You confess, feeling vulnerable in this state but feeling as though you can't confide in anyone else.

"Trust me, it's just him and his other couple of weird friends. Your fans love you for your personality and your insane racing abilities. Maybe your looks factor into that but that's not the reason why they watch you race." He spoke softly, as though he really meant it.

"You watch my shows?" You question, remembering what he said earlier, prying to get more answers.

"No." He answered way too fast, then continuing; "Well yeah. I mean, who doesn't? You're amazing up there. I just wish I could've pulled you away from that guy earlier, I heard some of the conversation and just had to take you away."

"You're being nice. I hope this isn't to psych me out before the race." You laugh slightly, blushing from what he previously said.

"Even though we have a bad past, I will defend you in every way imaginable Cherie." His accent shone through, as you both made eye contact.

"Why do you hate me so much?" You queried, wondering how he could be giving you cute nicknames when hours ago you were wishing bad luck upon each other.

As you wait for his response you look down on his lucky bracelet, thinking of what your good luck charm would be.

"We'll talk after the race, I have some business to take care of you. Good luck, and stay out of the media pen." His demeanour changed to a more serious one, looking down at his watch.

He walked away swiftly back towards the pen as you could see him pulling aside the creep from before. You decided to go to your room for the time being and calm yourself down for the race.

"Y/N, it's time, come to the garage." You heard your manager say as he knocks on the door.

You take a deep breath and walk out to the garage, getting into your car. You felt as though there were a billion eyes on you, tracking and analysing every movement.

The race started, and the usual rush of adrenaline came flooding back, like a broken dam. You had started P2, getting around the usual curves of the track.

After 17 laps and some good overtakes, you were in P1 and you could feel the sweat slowly forming on your head. All was well till you heard someone speak to you on the radio.

'Verstappen, be careful, you have Stanek from Trident coming up and ready to overtake at a much higher speed.'

You decided to speed up, but he pushed and pushed till you were both head to head, and approaching a turn. You took the risk, speeding up as the G-force was pushing you further and further back. You cut in front of him just in time for him to also speed up, rear ending you slightly.

The sudden small push had distracted you, completely disregarding that you needed to brake for the turn. Your thinking brain had shot you back into reality, as you tried to turn as hard as you can for the turn, but it was too late as you began drifting off track.

The screech made you cringe, as you were drifting into the barricades at nearly 210 kilometres an hour, as you braced for impact. The car directly smashed into the barricade, turning into a ball of flames.

The impact flung you back as you could hear a high pitched ringing throughout your ears. You looked around, disorientated, hearing nothing but the ringing and seeing nothing but red around you.

'Everybody get into pit lane, now, now, now!' You heard someone say distantly.

'Y/N, respond, are you okay?' You could hear you manager calling out, but his voice echoing.

All of the other drivers had gotten out of their cars, watching the screens in the garage, waiting for any sign of you. Arthur sat with his head in his hands, leg anxiously bouncing.

You couldn't go, couldn't leave him when he hadn't been able to fully talk to you, and confess his feelings.

The heat was attacking you, but you gained conciousness of your legs, and you could move them. You could move them? Looking down, your head felt as though it weighed a thousand kilograms, but half of the car was gone. Dissapeared.

Your survival instinct kicked in as you pushed yourself off the seat, and through the flames where you could faintly see the barricade. A hand stuck out from the fire tornado that you had been consumed in, as you firmly take it and jump over.

"She's alive."

"She's alive!"

"Holy shit."

The phrases rang throughout all the garages as tears were wept, and hugs were given out of joy.

"Fuck yes, Y/N. She did it, the champ." Arthur yelled out, happier than ever to see that you were alive, and did it in such a badass way.

You were rushed into the ambulance that was deployed for you, immediately getting your helmet clipped off and vitals checked.

You took deep breathes, feeling as though you had teleported from the fire to the ambulance. The sirens wailed throughout the track as it raced to the hospital.

You could slowly see your vision going black, and darker till all you could see was nothing. You had passed out in the ambulance, raising the concerns even further as the nurses had informed your manager that it wasn't looking too good with you passing out.

Arthur had bolted up like a rocket, ignoring questions and going straight to his car. He sped his way to the hospital, picking up some flowers on the way.

You laid miserably in the hospital gown, finally waking up and sitting up. You felt exhausted, as though the energy had been drained out of you. You heard a subtle knock to be met with Arthur meekly holding a big bouquet of flowers.

He rushed in, worry draining his face.

"Mon Cherie, are you okay? What even happened? Well, I know what happened, but how did you spin out? You looked so cool coming out the fire, but are you hurt? I-" He rambled, taking both of your hands into his.

"Yes, I'm okay. Doctors said I came out of the fireball without a scratch." You smiled proudly, laughing at his incessant worry.

"Holy shit, you are invincible." He smiled at you, his worries boiling down.

"Mhm, for sure. I didn't brake in time for the turn, and the car developed a mind of it's own." You said quietly, looking at him.

"Well look, I'm going to give you something that'll make sure you'll never get into another crash like that again." He started, pulling his hands away from yours, taking his famous bracelet off.

Your eyes growing wide, "Arthur, absolutely not! It's your lucky ch-"

"You're not getting into another accident, not on my watch. If the bracelet is mine, it's a way of me protecting you." He said sternly, laying the cold metal on your wrist and adjusting it to your size.

"Thank you. Really." You smiled, as he grinned back.

"Your manager left your phone here for you, and he's on the phone to your family in the hallway right now." He informed, passing you the phone.

As it scans your face it unloaded hundreds upon thousands of notifications; missed phone calls, texts, media stories, social media notifications and more.

You scrolled through them, reading quickly until one story caught your attention.

'Famed Arthur Leclerc caught punching news reporter; GROUND BREAKING.'

You turned the phone to him so he can read it, as his smirk becomes into a full smile.

"I told him I'd meet him in 10 minutes." His smugness dripped from his tongue.

"You didn't have to do that you know. Thank you." You looked down, blushing slightly.

"I had to do it, he messed with you. But of course had to look good doing it." He dramatized, pushing the phone back towards you.

"So, can we talk about, you know. What we are?" You hushed, ruining the moment slightly but needing an answer.

"When I met you, the same reporter told me this bullshit how you wanted to create a rivalry with me, and how you bought your way in just so you could have a legacy like Max and Charles." He confessed, taking you aback, you having never heard this.

He continued; "So when I saw him pushing you about, I realised what happened. I defended the girl that should've been rightfully mine from the start, as it's no secret I have a massive crush on you besides from the misunderstanding hate."

"I had no idea, but in my defence, I tried to tell you from the start." You flexed, knowing he was in the wrong; "But wait what, you have a crush on me?"

"It's no secret, why're you shocked?" He said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"It most definitely was secret! How could I know you had a crush on me when you would call me an idiot at interview panels?" You laughed, reminiscing such stupid times.

"Okay, I'll give you that. But something that I should've said a while ago is, do you want to go on a date this Friday?" He squeaked out, nervous.

"Yeah, I'd love that." You smiled, blushing.

"Y/N, you're cleared to go home as you're all well, your family are flying out right now to come and visit you." Your manager came in, ruining your candid moment.

You nodded in agreement as he stepped outside to take another call.

"I'll go out first and I'll meet you back at your apartment. Now I can take care of you." Arthur playfully grinned, as he walked out to go to his car.

You changed back into some casual clothes that your manager left for you as you walked to his car, with him trying to block the swarm of paparazzi that you weren't expecting to be outside the hospital.

The bright flashes hurt your eyes until you safely got into the car and were making the drive back home.

"What the fuck?" You blurted aloud, looking at your phone to see articles about you and Arthur, and his missing bracelet being around your wrist.

Fans had immediately put two and two together, and were off the bat swarming your DM's and socials, making edits and fan pages.

Hearing the chime of text you look up from the article with a message from Arthur.

Arthur Leclerc

I think the fangirls and fanboys of ours have worked it out, no? ;)

You smile down, knowing that he was loving the theories and attention already.

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letsgolandoo · 3 months

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help i know i posted this before but i accidentally deleted it so-

pairing: arthur leclerc x reader

summary: you steal arthur's hoodie thinking it belongs to charles

You sat on Charles' bed, waiting for him to finish his shower. You felt cold, so you got up and walked over to the pile of clothes that lay on the floor, not taking any notice as to whether they were clean or needed washing. You put on a hoodie and, taking the opportunity while he was still showering, went down to the kitchen to get a snack.

Just as you were about to go back upstairs with some ice cream, you heard the voice of Charles' brother, Arthur, with whom you had known for much less time than you had Charles, yet you were close nonetheless. "That's mine, but it suits you," Arthur commented.

You looked over at him. "This isn't your hoodie," you lied, though it was fairly believable. Shit, you thought, this doesn't belong to Charles? "I bought an identical one - this one's mine."

"Oh really?" He smirked. "Then why don't we go up and have a look for mine? See if it is where I left it."

"No, no, there's no need for that."

"There is definitely a need for it. Let's go up and see." He stepped into the kitchen confidently, as if your opinion really didn't matter.

"This is mine," you replied, and then swore at yourself. How are you going to bullshit your way through life if you can't even lie about wearing someone else's hoodie?

He scoffed. "I know that is my hoodie because I know exactly where it was before I took a shower." He quickly bounded up the stairs and made his way into Charles' room, checking the floor once. "It is not there, so that means you have it. You are probably just wearing it because you want to feel close to me."

"Charles actually gave it to me, said it was his." Again, what is this crap coming out of your mouth?

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Now that is the dumbest thing you have said. Charles is in the shower right now. I would be pretty suspicious if he somehow gave you a hoodie through the wall."

"Damn it."

"You are a horrible liar, you know that? Now tell me the truth. I bet you stole it from Charles' room because you are obsessed with me and wanted to be as close to me as possible."

"The only thing from that that's true is that I stole it from Charles' room," you confessed.

He laughed. "See? At least you can be honest about something. Now can I have it back?"

Your brows furrowed as you frowned. "No."

He was mildly taken aback by your answer. "Did you just say no?"

You nodded. "It's my hoodie now."

He rolled his eyes. "You're not leaving this kitchen until you give me my hoodie back."

You opened the fridge. "Good thing I'm hungry then, isn't it?"

He raised an eyebrow as he watched you. "You know what? This hoodie is mine, and I am taking it back whether you like it or not." He walked over to you and leaned over the island in the centre of the kitchen to take the hoodie off you.

You ducked under his outstretched arm and made a run for the other side of the kitchen.

He was waiting for you to do that, this time putting both of his hands on your shoulders to pin you against the counter. "Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can either give my hoodie back now or be forced to."

"Chaaaaaarles!" You called out to your best friend. "Arthur's attacking me!"

Charles soon appeared in the doorway behind you, wet from his shower but fully clothed. He looked at you two with confusion at the sight of you trying to avoid his brother's grasp. "What is going on here?"

Arthur opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it. "Arthur's attacking me because I won't give him his hoodie back."

Charles frowned at his brother and sighed. "Please tell me you're not fighting over a goddamn hoodie."

You glanced at Arthur whose lip twitched upwards as you spoke. "Okay, we won't tell you then."

"Jesus Christ," Charles muttered to himself. "Arthur, back off. You can't just pin her against the counter like that, it's weird. And you..." He turned to face you, "You give him his damn hoodie back."

You stepped out of Arthur's grip.

And ran out the front door in your socks.

Arthur and Charles both stood there in shock. A look of confusion filled their faces as they watched you make your getaway.

"Should we go after her?" Charles asked, slightly concerned for the mental health of his friend.

Arthur smiled. "No."

"Really? She literally just ran out the door in her socks." He gestured to you as you ran down the street, your yellow duck socks standing out.

"That's because she's an idiot. And look, it's starting to rain so she'll be back in no time."

Charles shrugged, "I guess you're right. She'll probably be back in a few minutes."

Arthur was correct - they saw you running back up the street and Arthur, being the kind best friend he was, locked the door so you wouldn't be able to get back in.

They both heard a loud thud coming from outside and looked out the window to see you had slipped onto the wet grass outside, soaked from the heavy rain that was now falling. You lay on the wet grass because you couldn't get any wetter than you already were.

Charles chuckled, "Well, looks like we didn't need to go after her."

You got up after a minute and padded into the house, creating wet footprints as you waddled over to the stairs to take a shower.

Charles followed you with his eyes. He was about to sit back down in the living room when he heard a loud pounding on the front door behind him.

He opened the door.

There was a tall figure standing there at the front door, a guy in a black hoodie with the hood pulled up over his head. He had a thin build, and he looked right past Charles and Arthur to stare at the bottom of the stairs where he could just make out the sight of you climbing them.

The man spoke in a clearly fake deep voice, "I'm looking for an idiot who doesn't wear shoes on a rainy day."

You raised your hand. "That's me."

The man looked more closely at you and frowned. "You know, that was just supposed to be a hypothetical insult. You actually went out in your socks and fell over?"

You shrugged. "Yeah, it was pretty fun."

"Well, that was clearly a stupid idea. I'm surprised you didn't break your neck."

"Me too," you agreed.

"Well, I suppose that's why I'm here. I've got to give you a ride home because you're clearly too stupid to do it yourself." George removed his hood and raised an eyebrow at his sister, who had tread wet and dirty footprints into the carpet.

You skipped back down the stairs and waved goodbye to the Leclerc brothers as you walked to George's car with your shoes in your arms, rather than on your feet.

"I still haven't got my hoodie back!" Arthur called.

You turned around, looking down at the hoodie. "I'll wash it first."

As you got into the car, George looked over to where you were getting into the passenger seat. "He's never getting it back, is he?"

"No, of course not."

#arthur leclerc #charles leclerc #george russell #f1 #f2 #formula 1 #formula 2 #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc x you #if you have arthurs hoodie can I have Charles's #arthur is underrated

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natailiatulls07 · 8 months

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excitedly waiting for part 2 of party girl already

Party Girl Pt.2

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

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

Warning -

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

Reader is still 18 years old

Part 1

f1gridgossip

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

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

landonorris right.

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

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

leclercloves

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

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

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

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

yourusername

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

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

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

= username What did Lando say?!

= username No don't leave us guessing please!

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

= username Protective Lando is something we need LMAO

charles_leclerc Photo credits?? 📸

= yourusername Of course, thank you Charles 🙏🏻

= charles_leclerc Anytime little Norris

arthur_leclerc I love you ❤️

= yourusername I love you too 🤍

landonorris

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

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username Y/n Norris, luckiest girl alive!

username The Ferrari and McLaren girl, here she is 🤩

yourusername Thank you Lano

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

arthur_leclerc I won't let you down

= landonorris I'll hold you to that

arthur_leclerc

My party girl 😍

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

yourusername Aww Thur I love you so much 🤍

= arthur_leclerc Yeah not as much as I do

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

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MINI COPY

Summary: The drivers on the grid and many of the fans can't help but notice all the similarities between Charlotte and y/n, Arthur's girlfriend. It turns out that the Leclerc brothers have very similar tastes

Pairing: arthur leclerc x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 658

The similarities between the two youngest of the Leclerc’s were obvious. Similar faces with puppy eyes and charming smiles, an attitude that made anyone fall in love and that Monegasque touch that gave the perfect point. But what went unnoticed outside of public life was that Charles and Arthur not only clashed physically and mentally from time to time, they had very similar tastes.

That fact came to light the first time Arthur Leclerc took his girlfriend to see his brother's Italian GP. Charles wanted to have his family there for the Ferrari team's home race, and clearly his sister-in-law was also on the list.

You met the whole Leclerc family after a year dating Arthur, but out of all of them, the person you clicked on quickly was Charlotte, Charles's girlfriend. You assumed that she went because being an only child, you found that fraternal feeling that you didn't have in your chilhood, in Charlotte. The girl welcomed you like a little sister from the first moment. She had even started guiding you in the world of fashion and social media, making the entire Leclerc family smile at how alike you two were even if you didn't share blood.

On Friday you arrived with Arthur at the Paddock going to the Ferrari garage. You haven't seen Charles and Charlotte for a long time and you missed the couple. You quickly spotted the aforementioned next to Charles checking his cell phone. You trotted up to her and she looked up from her and you both locked in an excited hug, almost jumping in the middle of the garage. Arthur and Charles looked at each other after greeting, a little confused but touched by your relationship. Charles had to admit that his young sister-in-law looked adorable dressed almost exactly like his girlfriend, in a blue dress with wide sleeves and ruffles, black ankle boots on her feet. Arthur had told you that morning that he had to thank Charlotte for making you wear that outfit that make you look so beautiful that day.

While the four of you were talking, more like you and Charlotte were talking and Charles and Arthur were watching commenting from time to time, you ignored the cameras and some fans who saw the scene of the two girls and the two brothers so similar to each other. Arthur and you were like a mini copy of Charles and Charlotte and thousands of photos were already swarming the internet commenting on how cute it was that you looked so much like Charlotte or how the Leclercs shared a clear common prototype.

When you returned to the hotel after practices that day, your instagram full of mentions and with many photos posted to your stories, in the Ferrari garage, Charlotte and you and some with Arthur, you were ready to look at many of the mentions of your followers today while you waited for Arthur to go to sleep with you. You smiled a little embarrassed at the pictures of the four of you and you and Charlotte complimenting the two of you and saying how adorable you looked being a little copy of her.

"What are you smiling at?" Arthur's voice snapped you out of your reverie.

“From the photos they took of us this morning. Look, they say we look like a mini copy of Charlotte and your brother” you showed him the photos on your phone.

You watched them for a while, liking a few and sending one to Charlotte and Charles, who had to agree with the fans that you looked pretty alike. With that in mind, you and Arthur went to sleep, resting well for tomorrow's qualifying.

You liked having found a family in the Leclercs and in Charlotte, they were part of the important people in your life and you felt proud that they told you that you looked like such a good and admirable woman as Charlotte could be.

#formula 1 #f1 weekend #f3 #fia f3 #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc x you #arthur leclerc x y/n #arthur leclerc #leclerc #charles leclerc #charlotte sine #scuderia ferrari #monza

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miloformula123fan · 3 months

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ARTHUR X MALE VERSTAPPEN READER BLUB PRETTY PLEASE

alright here y'all go

i have an arthur leclerc x verstappen!male!reader mafia au coming soon, so stay tuned for that :)

So i think Y/N would’ve been born in 1999, and would’ve started formula 1 in 2017 at toro rosso (sorry brendon hartley)

Called up to red bull in 2019 (sorry pierre and alex)

(see that’s the one thing i hate about driver characters and readers, you have to screw other people over to give them seats)

And he’s still there (not sorry sergio)

Probably met arthur during 2020

Maybe some streams with him or in the paddock

They start chatting

And then y/n spends summer in monaco

And then christmas

And all of a sudden y/n gives arthur a good luck kiss before an f2 race

And now they’re public

He never meets Jos, because Max and Y/N kick him out after 2022 season

Y/N wins the 2023 world championship

Honestly can you imagine the chaos of having a verstappen brother title fight

Christian is the new dad now

Gives Arthur the dad talk and everything

Also Charles and Lorenzo briefly kidnap Y/N to give him the big brother talk

Arthur would be an amazing boyfie

Cause let’s be honest both max and y/n would be traumatised from jos

The chaos of a verstappen-horner-leclerc christmas day

y/n proposes after he wins the wdc and arthur wins the f2 championship in 2024 (shut up i’m in denial)

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Autographs & Bites - Arthur Leclerc

pairing : arthur leclerc x reader

summary : you want an autograph from Arthur ;)

warnings : mentions of sex , making out , biting , hickeys

A/n : Nah cause now i want him to bite me

“Arthur”

“Here , look over here”

“Can you sign this ? ”

“Arthur Leclerc”

The fans were buzzing , all wanting an autograph from their favorite f3 driver.

You and Arthur were just about to leave the Scuderia Ferrari Drivers Academy when some fans flooded you two.

Being in no rush , you took a step back and let the young driver attend to his admirers.

A few minutes later photo’s were taken , caps were signed , conversations were chatted and you and your boyfriend were on your way home.

Throughout the whole drive to your apartment you kept giggling , making Arthur rise a questioning eyebrow at you.

“What’s so funny chérie ?”

“Oh nothing , something stupid” you assured him with another giggle.

That only made the boy more curious “Come on , tell me . Pleaseee” he whined with a pout on his face.

You just gave his lips a short kiss and remained silent for the rest of the drive.

Arthur however was dying to know what you thought was so funny. He kept trying to recall any amusing moments today but came up empty handed.

Once at home , you barely have time to take your shoes and coat off before the monegasque hauls you up into his big arms and carries you into the bedroom.

Dropping you on the bed , he falls on top of you attacking you with soft kisses . That only increased your laughter.

“Tell me amour , pleaseee”

You just kept playfully thrashing in his arms , trying to make your face look stern.

However , you knew you were done for when he started tickling you . After not even a minute you gave up.

“Okay okay , I’ll tell you” you whined , letting out a relaxed breath once his hands stopped their little torture.

The driver had a cocky smile on his face , gloating in his victory , but payed attention to you.

Smiling at him , you say “I just find it funny people want your autograph. I forget that to some you are The Arthur Leclerc”

“You know ? To me your just Arthur. A dumb boy who had a full 4 years plan to make me fall in love with him” now it was your turn to smirk at him cockly , watching as his smiley face began blushing.

Taking notice of his reddish face , you tease some more “Oh love , are you blushing ?”

Arthur just hid his face in your neck and resumed his kissing , muttering a small “shut up”

You let him have his fun before pulling his face up to yours for a proper kiss.

His dry lips met your soft ones in a fiery kiss , your boyfriend’s tongue fighting yours for dominance.

Suddenly pulling away from you , you look dumbfounded at him “what ?”

With a mischievous look on his face , Arthur takes ahold of your hips and spins you around so you’re on you belly.

Feeling his hands on your pants , you start to get an idea of his plans.

But when he stands up and leaves the bedroom , you truly remained lost.

Seconds later he returns with a marker and sits down on the bed. Pulling you onto his lap , you feel the pointy tip of the marker on your ass cheek.

Laughing , you ask again “What are you doing ?”

Arthur himself laughs “Giving you an autograph . now stop moving , you’re ruining my signature”

Dropping back on the bed , you let him have his fun. After hearing the cap click on the marker , you turn your head to see Arthur staring at your ass.

“See something you like ?” you tease

“Just admiring my work” he sends you a cheeky wink. “I know how to make this autograph even more special”

Before you could ask him anything else his mouth was on your bum , biting into the plush skin.

Whining , you squirm under his hands.

Giving the bite a small kiss , he retracts into his initial position , now truly enjoying his art work.

Reaching into his back pocket , he takes out his phone a snaps a quick photo for memories.

Approaching your face , he kisses your lips once more “you know what else my fans don’t get ?” Arthur teased.

“Surprise me”

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