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lqvesoph · 2 years

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his rival's sister (pt. 2)

gif by @racingheartstopper

paring: charles leclerc x drivers sister!reader

warnings: lots of yelling, events after the japanese grand prix

HUGE THANK YOU TO @fryskje for helping me with the dutch <33

this is a two-shot, 1st part here

this is purely fiction!!

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Your eyes searched for Charles who was standing next to his team members. The sadeness on his face was visible to anyone. He drove a fantastic race, the degradation killing his tyres in the end causing him to make a small mistake which led to a 5 second penalty.

You obviously were overly excited because your brother had just won his second championship but you're heart also broke a little for Charles.

His tired eyes met yours and you swallowed hard. Then you made an impulsive choice and waved him over to you.

Charles furrowed his eyebrows, making you wave again. He spoke to his engineer for a second before handing him his bottle and making his way over to you.

As soon as he was in reach, you leaned over the barrier and wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Charles was surprise by your sudden action, but put both hands on your waist and pulled you a little closer so you where standing on your tip toes. The barrier pressed into your middle but you didn't care.

Your fingers tangled in his sweaty hair on the back of his neck while his digger deep into your waist.

Charles pulled back and looked at you with shock on his face. You smiled and giggled at what you've just done. "You'll get them next year", you whispered, stroking his cheeks in the process.

"This was incredibly reckless and impulsive", he mumbled. "I know", you chuckled. A slight smile spread on his face and he leaned in for another kiss before going back to his team again.

You leaned back behind the barrier again and let your thumb trail over your lips. When you turned around, you saw Kelly looking at you with her eyebrows raised.

"You wanna talk about that?", she mumbled, making you chuckle. "I mean, what?? How?? Why didn't I know about this? Does Max know?", she called, pressing closer to you so you could talk.

"Shhh", you giggled, pressing your finger to your lips. "He does now", you answered her last question, which made Kelly laugh.

To say Max wasn't pleased when he saw the footage of Charles and you after the race playing on screens in the cool down room, was an understatement.

He starred at the screen before turning around to see Charles talking to Checo about their last lap fighting.

"Leclerc!", he called, an angry expression painted his face. Charles looked up to see the dutch driver storming towards him.

"Why the fuck were your hands-", but he didn't get much further because an official from the FIA called for Charles to go out on the podium.

Slightly confused about Max's outburst, he made his way outside. He waved and immediately searched for you in the crowd of Red Bull team members.

When he found you, a smile crept its way on his face. You grinned brightly and held up the chain with the small C pendant. Charles let out a small laugh when he saw it and shyly looked down to his feet.

Kelly chuckled in disbelief and kept clapping. "You need to tell me everything", she called which made you laugh. "If you help me stop Max from killing him, yes I will", you replied laughing.

"Y/n! I need to talk to you!", Max called after the podium, walking straight towards you. "Maxie, please calm-", you tried to smooth the tension but your brother wasn't having it.

"Don't tell me to calm down!", he said, grabbing your arm tightly and pulling you inside the Red Bull hospitality.

"Wat de fuck was dat? Waarom zou je dat doen? Hem zoenen voor miljoenen mensen (What the fuck was that? Why would you do that? Kiss him in front of millions?)", was the last thing Charles heard from outside. He didn't understand Max's words but could for sure make out how mad he was.

"Max, rustig aan!! (Max, calm down!!)", you yelled. "Nee, dat doe ik niet! Vertel me wat er in godsnaam aan de hand is tussen jou en Charles!! (No, I won't! Tell me what the heck is going on between you and Charles!!)", your older brother fired back.

The people in the corridor started to give you weird looks, so you decided to grab your brother's arm and pull him towards his driver room.

"We're dating, okay?", you called when the door fell shut. "No, not okay! It's Charles!! Date geen vrienden van je broer of zus, weet je nog? (Don't date friends of your sibling, remember?)", Max reminded you of the rule you made when you were kids.

"Max we were 7 years old when we made that stupid rule-" "I told you the year I got into Formula 1, not to date any of the guys. A relationship with a driver isn't good, we aren't there for most of the year and instead basically live in airplanes and hotels!", Max called, his voice going from angry to worried.

"Maxie, I know what I got myself into when we started dating! I know how your life is, I've been with you since the start of your career!", you said, seeing how internally conflicted he was.

"Ik wil gewoon niet dat je gekwetst wordt (I just don't want you to get hurt)", he mumbled, an almost defeated expression on his face now.

"Ik weet het, maar het is Charles, je kent hem (I know but it's Charles, you know him)", you smiled a little. Max stepped closer and carefully wrapped his arms around you.

"Okay", he mumbled into your hair. "Can you tell me for how long you hid... your relationship?", your brother asked, hesitating at the word 'relationship'.

"We've been together for four months", you told him. Max nodded and pulled back to look at you. "And he treats you right?"

A smile found its way on your lips and you nodded. "He does", you said, thinking of the times he's brought flowers to your hotelroom or surprised you with a little dinner date in his room.

"Is he the reason you've come to most of the races since Monaco?", Max wanted to know. "Yes", you admitted, looking down to your feet. "I have to say, I found it a little suspicious because you never come to that many races", Max laughed and hugged you once again.

"If you're happy, them I'm happy", he said, stroking your hair and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I am. Charles really makes me happy", you replied with a smile. Max nodded. "Let's go back outside, alright? I need to have a talk with your boyfriend", he said and opened the door.

"Please let him live", you chuckled, knowing how intimidating your brother could be.

After Max had changed into something more comfortable than his racing suit, you two stepped outside again only to find Kelly talking to Charles who also got changed.

"It'll be fine", Kelly assured the monegasque, that was the only part of the conversation you heard before they looked at you.

You gave your boyfriend a motivating smile and moved next to Kelly. "How did he take it?", she whispered. "He was angry at first but accepted it eventually. He said if he makes me happy then he's fine with it", you quickly told her before focusing on the two guys.

"Max-", Charles started, wanting to explain himself but your brother interrupted him.

"If you hurt her, I'll crash you out on purpose", Max threatened with a cold voice.

"I won't, I promise", Charles replied, nodding vigorously. Then Max held up one hand. A relieved expression painted Charles' face at the gesture of peace, signaling that Max accepted your relationship.

They hugged for a quick second which made you smile.

"I can't believe I was spraying you with champagne while you were fucking my sister behind my back", Max chuckled, causing Charles and you to open your eyes wide.

"Max!!", you yelled, slapping the back of your brothers head.

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lqvesoph · 2 years

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treat you better (pt. 5)

gif by @yesloulou

paring: charles leclerc x reader

summary: max shows up at your doorstep wanting to talk to you

this is purely fiction!!

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Coming back from Austria felt like a fever dream.

You opened your eyes to the sight of a sleeping Charles next to you. His eyes were still shut, his long eyelashes laying softly on his cheek bones.

His upper body was exposed but he was laying on his stomach so you could only see his defined back.

You carefully reached out to stroke your fingertips over the soft skin of his cheek. When Charles' eyes fluttered, you pulled back.

He opened his eyes and looked around confused, blinking a few times until he was more conscious.

"Bonjour, ma chérie", he chuckled, his voice raspy from the sleep. "I'm sorry for waking you", you mumbled but he only shook his head. "It's fine."

He looked at you for a few minutes, you getting lost in his green eyes.

"Je veux t'emmener à un rendez-vous, ma chérie", he whispered while stroking your cheek. "Uhm, oui? I guess. I have no idea what you just said", you chuckled, making Charles laugh.

"I want to take you on a date", he translated. "And I want to ask you out properly, not after a race while I'm sweaty and between hundreds of people."

You smiled. "Yes, I think I can arrange that", you said. "Tonight?", he asked whereupon you nodded. "Lily wanted to take Layla tonight anyway so that fits in perfectly", you told him.

After another twenty minutes of laying in bed you decided to drag yourself out of bed. "I'll get Layla", you told Charles after brushing your teeth.

He nodded, still a little sleepy.

You took your daughter out of bed and brought her with you to the kitchen.

"Can we go to the playground?", Layla asked when you sat her down in her chair. "You just got up, later alright?", you chuckled.

"Charles!!", she called, which made you turn around to see the man standing in the entrance to your kitchen, dressed in black joggers and a white shirt, while his hair was still slightly wet.

You smiled at his sight and your smile only grew when he playfully started to tickle Layla.

Then you turned around and continued making breakfast for the three of you.

"Anyone want some eggs?", you called, turning around to see Charles and Layla still talking. "Charles is going to the playground with me", she announced, clapping her hands.

You raised a brow while putting some egg on each of your plates. “Uh huh”, you smiled and sat down across from Charles. “But we will eat first”, your daughter laughed.

After breakfast, Charles took your daughter to her room and got her dressed in a cute blue floral summer dress.

“Is that alright? I don’t know much about dressing children but I know she likes that dress, so I thought-“, he rambled but was cut of by you putting your lips on his. “It’s perfect, thank you. And thank you for taking her to the playground”, you smiled and on Charles’ face spread a smile as well.

“No problem, I know you need some time for yourself, I’m gladly doing this”, he spoke with that gorgeous smile of his, the dimples showing.

“Charles, look at my shoes! They are red, just like your car!”, Layla called, running towards the both of you. Charles kneeled down to meet the little girl’s eye and acted surprised. “Wow, oh my god, they are beautiful”, he smiled.

“Es-tu prêt à partir?“, Charles asked the girl who nodded with a big grin on her face. “Oui”, Layla laughed, grabbing his hand before waving goodbye to you with the other. “You taught her French?”, you called surprised, which made Charles chuckle.

“Only a little bit”, he smiled and gave you a gentle kiss. “Bye”, he murred. “Goodbye, Mummy!”, Layla called before both of them walked out of the door.

You smiled at the sight of Layla tightly gripping Charles’ much bigger hand with her small one.

You furrowed your brows when you heard the doorbell ring. Charles and Layla hadn’t been gone that long for them to be back already. You put down the kitchen towel and made your way to the door.

You couldn’t hide your surprise when you opened the door and saw Max standing in the hallway.

“Oh”, you said. “Hi, what are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you”, he admitted, making you frown. “Okay, what about?”, you asked, still standing in the doorway. “Can I come in?”, Max questioned, ignoring your question.

You nodded, stepping aside so he could enter your apartment.

“Where’s Layla?”, he asked after you closed the door. “Uhm, she’s not here”, you dodged the question. “Yes, I figured, her favorite shoes aren’t here”, Max said, pointing to the shelf where your shoes stood.

“She’s at the playground with Lily”, you lied, leaning against the kitchen counter. Max looked around your apartment, over the red flowers on the counter and the pictured on the wall. His gaze stopped at the one of Charles, you and Layla. It was taken after Charles’ win in Austria. The three of you stood in front of the Ferrari hospitality, smiling widely and Layla was holding Charles’ trophy.

He tore his gaze away from the picture only to find the bright red Ferrari jacket that hung over one of the chairs at the kitchen counter.

You cleared your throat, trying to gain his attention. “What did you come to talk about?”, you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I’m sorry for what happened, can you forgive me? Please?”, he spoke and you couldn’t believe his words. “I’m sorry, come again. You what?”, you called, frowning.

Silence fell over the both of you. But before you could speak up again, Max had taken a few steps forward and pressed his lips on yours. By the force of his footsteps you stepped back a little, Max’s hands cupping your cheeks.

Immediately you pushed him back. “What the heck was that?”, you called furiously. “I want you back, I want Layla, I want us to be a family”, the words flooded out of his mouth. You chuckled humorless.

“No”, you simply said, making Max blink a few times. “But-“, he tried to speak but was interrupted by you.

"No! You can't just decide you suddenly want me again! Not after three years, not after you broke my heart and left me while I was pregnant with your daughter! You don't get to do that!", you yelled, pushing him further back.

"Schattje, I-"

You raised your hand, signaling him to shut up. "No! Max, don't. You don't get to pull this shit now after you've seen I finally moved on", you spoke, now in a calmer voice.

Max looked down. He knew he screwed big time. He knew he shouldn't have left you back then. He knew he shouldn't go back to you and ask you to take him back, after you've found someone new. But it was bothering him who you found a new lover in. His rival.

"I'm really sorry for what I did", he whispered, looking back up into your eyes.

You watched the blue eyes that you had undyingly loved for so many years. You understood. He was sorry for how things ended and he was sorry for showing up here, because even after all these months you were still able to read those dreamy blue eyes perfectly.

"I should go", Max added, turning around and opening the door. Only to reveal your daughter and Charles standing in front of it. The Ferrari driver already having the keys to unlock your apartment door in his hands.

"Oh", he made, a surprised expression crossing his face at the sight of Max. The latter looked down on his daughter whose hand was tightly in Charles'. She was still wearing the white summer dress Charles had put her in earlier today but added to that was the way too big red Ferrari jacket around her body.

Max swallowed hard at the sight of his daughter gripping another man's hand, in said man's team wear and then looked back at you. “Lily?”, he huffed, before pushing past Charles quickly, not even talking a word to his daughter.

Layla looked up at Charles, confusion clearly visible on her face, while Charles looked at you.

"He came to apologize", you told him, still looking into the distance before making eye contact with Charles. "Now? After what, 3 years?", he asked, entering your apartment and closing the door behind them.

You nodded, squatting down to meet your daughter’s eyes. You put on a smile and brushed a loose hair strand out of her face. "How was your day with Charles?", you smiled, changing topics because you didn't want to have your daughter listening to the convention.

She clapped her hands. "Great!! Charles gave me his jacket!", she squealed, holding up her hands that were completely covered with the way too long red jacket.

You opened your mouth and acted surprised. "What a gentleman he is", you replied, glancing up to see Charles looking at the interaction with a adoring smile on his face.

"Do you want to take it off?", you asked, offering your hands to help her. But Layla stepped back and pulled her hands to her body again. She shook her head. "No, I like it. I like red", she giggled, Charles heart bursting with pride.

You smirked and lifted a brow. "Really?", you asked, whereupon your daughter nodded. "It's my favorite colour", the little girl added before taking off her shoes and throwing herself on the couch.

You stood up again to finally greet Charles. "Hey", you mumbled with smile. He opened his arms and pulled you close immediately, you wrapped your arms around his middle while his were around your neck. You breathed in his scent, something that always calmed you down.

Charles put a soft kiss on your hair, before taking your face into his hands, making you look at him.

"He apologized?", Charles asked. You nodded. "I told him, he doesn't get to pull that shit three years later, after what he did", you replied, burying your face in his chest.

"He kissed me", you then added carefully. You weren't scared of Charles reaction towards you, because you knew he would never be mad at you for it. You were more worried, he'd go after Max.

"He what?", Charles raised his voice, pulling back a little. "I pushed him back immediately", you told him but Charles wasn't having it. "What does he think gives him the right to do that?!", he called slightly, careful not to be too loud for Layla to hear.

"Please, don't make a big deal out of it. I pushed him away immediately. It wasn't right of him and he knows it. I just want to forget it, to be honest. I want to forget the whole day after you and Layla left", you told him. You didn't have the energy to keep up with an argument now and you didn't want Charles and Max to have one either.

"But-",

You put a finger on Charles' lips to keep him from talking. "Shh", you whispered, removing your finger and replacing it with your lips.

"Mummy, can we watch Disney?", Layla's voice called from the living room. "Yes, please!", Charles called back, making Layla giggle.

Both of you smiled at the sound.

"Do I get to choose the movie?", Charles asked when joining your daughter on the couch. She was still wrapped in his jacket.

"Depends on if I like it", she replied with a giggle.

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