#leclerc family

[pastryfication]

hii please could you do another leclerc sister! reader imagine where arthur gets dropped by ferrari or dosent get a seat and he’s upset and reader and charles comfort him? x

the weight of the world

pairing: leclerc sister!reader x leclerc brothers note: thank you for requesting!! as an older sister, this was very easy to write.

the news hit like a harsh punch to the gut. arthur had been dropped by the ferrari driver academy, and without a seat for the next f2 season, it felt like everything he had worked so hard for was slipping through his fingers.

your childhood house was eerily quiet as you entered, the rooms filled with the heavy silence of disappointment. arthur had withdrawn from everyone, retreating to the living room where he sat, slumped against the couch, his head buried in his hands.

you hovered near the doorway, watching him from afar. his shoulders were stiff, his body rigid with the weight of what had happened. arthur had always been resilient—he fought hard for everything, just like all of you had, but today, he looked fragile, like the world had finally caught up to him, and the cracks were starting to show.

you walked in quietly, lowering yourself onto the couch beside him. “arthur?” you called softly, careful not to startle him.

he didn’t respond. his hands stayed tangled in his hair, and his eyes were focused on the floor. his breathing was shallow, and you could tell he was trying to hold everything in, but his walls were crumbling, slowly but surely.

“i’ve failed,” he muttered, his voice rough and barely audible. “i’ve let everyone down.”

your heart clenched at the sound of his voice, raw and laced with pain. you reached out gently, placing a hand on his back, rubbing slow circles. "arthur, you haven’t let anyone down. this is just a setback.”

he shook his head, his jaw tight. “but i have. look at everything charles has done. he’s won in f2 and now he’s winning races in f1. and me? i can’t even secure a seat for next year. i’m nothing compared to him.”

the self-doubt, the frustration—it was all spilling out now, years of pressure building up, finally breaking through. arthur had always been chasing something, always pushing himself to live up to the expectations placed on him, the ones he thought came from others, but really, they came from inside him. he had built his entire career trying to prove that he belonged, not just to himself but to everyone watching. and now, with ferrari dropping him, it felt like confirmation of his worst fears.

“you are not a failure,” you said, your voice firm but gentle. “you’re on your own journey, arthur. it doesn’t matter what charles is doing—this is your path, and one setback doesn’t change how talented you are.”

arthur glanced up at you then, his eyes rimmed red, glossy with unshed tears. the sight reminded you of the little boy who would come crying to you in the middle of the night because of a nightmare, and your heart clenched painfully. “but what if . . . what if i never make it?” his voice broke slightly, and it was like a punch to your chest, hearing him voice the fear that had clearly been gnawing at him for so long. “what if this is as far as i go?”

before you could respond, the door creaked open, and charles stepped into the room. you glanced at him briefly, noticing the concern etched across his face. he had rushed over the second he heard, but now, seeing arthur like this, he hesitated. charles wasn’t used to comforting people like this—he supported you in different ways, always the one who fought through his pain in silence, pushing forward no matter how bad things got.

he stepped forward cautiously, unsure of what to say, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. he looked at you, almost as if asking for guidance. this wasn’t a situation he could fix with strategy or motivation; this required something softer, something more emotional.

charles crouched in front of arthur, placing a hand on his knee. “arthur,” he began quietly, his voice tentative, “you haven’t let anyone down.” there was a small hesitation in his words, as though he was uncertain how to reach his brother in this moment. “i know it feels bad now, but this isn’t the end.”

arthur barely reacted. he didn’t lift his head, didn’t shift his position. it was as if the weight of the news had pinned him in place. charles was trying—he always did—but it was clear he wasn’t sure what to say, or how to truly reach your brother.

you moved closer to arthur, your heart breaking at how still and defeated he seemed. “arthur,” you whispered, your voice soft, coaxing him out of his shell. “come here.”

at first, he hesitated, but then the dam broke. he turned toward you slowly, collapsing into your arms as his body trembled with silent sobs. his grip was tight, desperate, like he was afraid you’d let go if he didn’t hold on hard enough. you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close, holding him as he cried. your hand rested on the back of his head, and you gently ran your fingers through his hair, whispering soft reassurances.

charles watched, his face full of concern and helplessness. he stayed where he was, not quite knowing what to do next. comfort didn’t come naturally to him in moments like this. he was used to being the one who kept everything together, but seeing arthur like this—seeing him so vulnerable—made him unsure of himself.

you met charles’ eyes over arthur’s shoulder, giving him a small, encouraging nod. arthur wasn’t ready for advice or tough love right now. he just needed to feel like he wasn’t alone, and you understood that.

charles heart warmed as he watched you. the way you instinctively knew how to ease arthur’s pain, how you could make him feel safe with just your presence—it was something he wasn’t sure he could ever do as easily as you. charles cared deeply for his siblings, but watching you now, he realized how much of a rock you were for your younger brother—how much of a rock you were for him too. your patience, your quiet strength—it was something he admired more than he could put into words.

arthur clung to you like a lifeline, his body shaking with the effort of holding everything in for so long. “i’ve let you all down,” he choked out between shaky breaths. “i’ve failed, especially you, charles. you’ve done so much for me, and now . . . now i’ve ruined it.”

charles shifted, his brow furrowed. “arthur, you’ve never let me down. not once,” he said, his voice softening as he found the right words. “you’re not in competition with me. you’ve already accomplished so much, more than you give yourself credit for. i’ve never compared you to me, and neither should you.”

arthur shook his head against your shoulder, still clinging to you. “but you’re always so strong. i don’t know if i’m like that. i don’t know if i can come back from this.”

you held him tighter, rubbing his back soothingly. “you are strong,” you murmured. “you’re stronger than you realize, arthur. just because your path is different from charles’ doesn’t mean it’s over. it’s okay to feel lost, but we’re here. we’ll figure it out together.”

charles nodded, stepping forward and gently placing a hand on arthur’s back. “you don’t have to figure everything out right now,” he said, his voice calmer now, less unsure. “we’ll take it one step at a time. i believe in you, arthur, and so does everyone else.”

arthur sniffled, his grip on you loosening slightly as he pulled back to look at both you and charles, his eyes still filled with doubt, but there was a flicker of hope. “i just . . . i don’t want to disappoint you guys.”

“you haven’t,” you whispered, brushing a tear from his cheek. “and you never will. we’re proud of you no matter what—charles, lorenzo, mum and i are always proud of you. always.”

charles leaned in closer, his hand still on arthur’s back. “you’ve got so much more to give, arthur. this is just a bump in the road. you’re going to come back stronger, and when you do, we’ll be right here with you.”

as charles looked between you and arthur, something stirred inside him. it struck him how lucky arthur was to have you, and how lucky he was too. not everyone had a sister who could hold everything together like you did, especially when things fell apart. there was a strength in you that charles knew he could never replicate, and it made him admire you even more. he made a mental note to tell you later—how grateful he was, how much he admired how you cared for arthur, how you seemed to know exactly what he needed, even when he didn’t.

arthur leaned into you again, this time not out of desperation but for the comfort you were offering, knowing that no matter how hard things seemed right now, he wasn’t alone.

and he would never be alone. not as long as he had you.

[lighteningleclerc]

Max is sleeping on the couch

[youaresimplylovely]

𝗟𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗰 𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: Y/N comes home and gets surprised to see a new member of the Leclerc family that Charles now adopted

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: fluff, crack, suggestive, slight smut, slight baby fever

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: new fic for yall cuz ily all <3 supposed to be posted at 10am est but hey at least its early

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1,038k

The thing you loved most about Charles is how open he is and that factors out to fans, family, and now even dogs. Recently, you two adopted Leo which was great until your lovely boyfriend wanted to adopt another, another kid. He didn't say what kind of kid it would be.

And that's how you had Oscar Piastri, which was adopted last race. Then suddenly, Charles adopted Kimi Antonelli which was great too but most importantly the very very first Leclerc was Oliver aka Ollie Bearman. You loved that kid. And so you thought that was it. Wrong!

Recently, weekly Saturday gatherings of your small well not so small anymore family. You decided to do some grocery shopping to cook for the family, after a long hour of shopping you finally arrived home.

The long loud creak of the front door swooned through your ears, causing a long eye roll from the noise. As you entered the house, five familiar figures come across your peripheral vision.

"Mon amour! You're home!" Charles exclaims happily as he sits up from the couch and approaches you. He greets you with a loving kiss on the cheek while his hands reaches out to grab the grocery bags to settle it down in the counter.

"Hello mother earth"

"Hi mom!"

"Hi momma"

The following greetings from your 'kids' was pure bliss, as you were about to reply another familiar face comes behind Charles' back to give you sheepish smile.

"Lando!?" Your eyes widened as a huge smile creeps up your face. Intentionally pushing your boyfriend to the side to give Lando a big hug caused Charles to pout and laugh.

"Meet your new kid baby" Charles smiles happily from the sight of the warm hug between the two of you and Lando.

Oscar scoffs from seeing the two of you hug. "Can't believe you adopted this dope." He laughs, approaching the two of you as he crosses his arms and gives a wide grin to Charles and to his 'brothers'.

"Shut up, they love me." Lando puts his tongue out as he hugs you tighter. "And so do my brothers." He smiles, looking over your shoulder to give a wink to his brothers.

"Our brothers" Oscar corrects him. "To be fair there isn't any official document of your adoption." He raises his eyebrow at Lando as you pull away from the hug.

"Yes there is."

"No there isn't."

"Yes uh."

"Nuh uh."

The two argue back and forth, you sigh contently watching the two. Charles pulls you in his arms and wraps his arms around your waist while he peppers kisses all over your neck.

"To be fair, Lando was my idea" You giggle, putting your arms onto Charles' while he continues kissing you from behind. "And I can confirm that" Charles chuckles.

You could've sworn you saw stars in Lando's eyes. A sudden hug caught you and Charles off guard leaving the two of you a laughing mess. "AW! I WAS YOUR IDEA!" Lando exclaims, hugging the two of you tightly.

"I love you my new mom and you too dad." Lando says.

"C'mer Osc" You look at Oscar, giving him the look to join the hug. Which he eventually did while he still rolled his eyes at Lando. "You're fine I guess." He says laughing as he joins the hug.

"No fair! We have to join the hug too!" Ollie immediately throws the controller to the couch as he quickly joins the hug and Kimi did too.

"Wait a minute, where's baby Leo?" You look over to Charles with a soft look. Your eyes wandering around the living room to find Leo.

"He's upstairs sleeping mon amour, don't worry" He reassures you while he presses a kiss on your lips that you reciprocated.

"ew!" the boys say loudly as they laugh, pulling away from the hug moments later.

Hours after that sweet moment and a long and delicious dinner, you and Charles found yourself relaxing on the couch. Your head rested against his shoulder while the kids fell asleep. Oscar who was laying his body against the couch, peacefully sleeping.

Lando who was sleeping from the floor and his feet resting against Oscar's back. Kimi who was sitting on the other end of the couch with a pillow on his hand and Ollie who was sleeping next to Leo just a few inches away from Kimi.

"I love our family so much baby" Charles says as he presses a kiss on your forehead.

"Me too Cha but I know something's going on with you." You look up at him. You knew something was going on, you guess his adoptions was normal but you swore something was bothering him.

Charles raises his eyebrow even if he knew damn well what was going on. "What do you baby?" He says in a sly voice, hands caressing your hair as he looks at you with a playful smirk.

You were amused by his games but you really knew what was going on. Without hesitation, you straddle yourself into his lap, hands wrapping around the back of his neck. "You want a baby."

Charles chuckles, hands gripping onto your waist as he pulls you in closer. "Maybe." He whispers, his hot breathing creeping through your skin. "It's just you would be such a great mother mon amour and a few months ago when I saw you with that little kid I couldn't stop thinking about having our own"

"Aw Cha, that's so adorable but you know I wouldn't mind for us to be a family of seven." You mutter, your hands caressing his face as you kiss him softly.

"Mmm mon dieu you're gonna get filled up tonight" Charles mumbles as he kisses your back, his hands traveling from your back which caused shivers to you now in your plump ass.

You giggle, a loud but soft gasp comes out of you as you pull away from the kiss. "the kids are here!" You say, playfully smacking his chest.

"Let's go upstairs hm?" He chuckles, realizing the fact that the kids are sleeping. With a swift move, he carries you bridal style and up the stairs to your room.

It was gonna be a long a night.

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[charliescharming]

Hello f1 tumblr! I come bearing a gift in the form of 163381 as cat drivers :3

[uss-argenta]

This joke gets funnier every day… I live for the Leclerc family saga.

[florrings]

A single mom who works two jobs <3

[in-love-with-charles-leclerc]

I feel like the Leclercs have grown... a lot. So let's make a recount!

The first and original Charles Leclerc ❤️

His brother, Arthur Leclerc

His stepbrother (idk how its said, mate), Lorenzo Leclerc

His adopted son, Oscar Piastri-Leclerc

His adopted son's adopted brother, Yuki Tsunoda Piastri-Leclerc

His other son, Ollie Bearman

His daughter, Aurelia Nobels

The adorably cute, Leo Leclerc

His husband, Max Verstappen Leclerc

Another son with Max, Liam Lawson Leclerc

His godfather (is this family??), Jules Bianchi 🫶🫶

And possibly Logan Sargeant-Leclerc will be joining the cult!!

am I missing anyone?

[chilahh16]

" I do not want you to need me. I want you to love me."

How can the love that one fought for years crumble to dust from a single person that was from the past?

Was a question she had asked herself for a while now as she views Monaco in all its glory. The setting sun beyond the horizon served as a reminder how cold his love had gone. The blazing red of love was no longer there no matter how hard she searched for it. All that can be found are the debris of a broken marriage that was unable to stand the fury of time.

It all started with one call. The quiet night was broken from the blaring sound of Charles' phone. It startled the sleeping woman tangled in limbs with her husband. Her hands searched for the damn device and swiped the screen to answer the incoming call without noting the name on the screen.

" Charles?" a slurring voice came on the other line.

Y/n was stumped in her place as she recognize the voice from the other line. It was no mistaking it. Charles greatest love is on the other line. The woman that came before her. The woman that has her husband crumbling from years before. The same woman that she helped to get him over with. Y/n was unable to even make a sound. She did not know what to respond. It had been years already. So much has happened that she almost forgotten about her. She took a glimpse of her sleeping husband and all that had occurred from before replayed from her mind. Fury and sympathy surged her heart as she caress her husbands cheeks. However, she grounded herself from the hands that held her waist before responding to Charlotte.

" I'm sorry, Charlotte. Charles is sleeping right now. May I know what this is about?'

No response was heard for a few minutes and the world seemed to darkened more as those minutes stretched. Y/n mindlessly ruffle her husbands hair as the nerves came. The pain of having no idea of why she called caused anxiety to grip her heart. The years had already passed and Charlotte's name never came from their lips upon those years and now that it is, Y/n felt her heart constrict.

" Charlotte, are you okay? Do you need help?" Y/n questions as she heard sniffles from the other line yet, no answer still.

It worried the woman as something could have happened. She stood from the bed and walked over to the balcony to not wake her husband. However, the absence of warmth and his wife's frame from his hands woke the sleeping driver.

" Is everything alright, amour?" Charles' groggy voice sounded in the room which caught the attention of his wife from the phone.

The sleepy driver made way to her. Finding his hands spot on her waist as he kissed her shoulders softly, not noticing the rectangular device placed on her ear.

" Yes. Everything is fine, love." She muttered as she caress the hands on her waist.

But is it?

" You should go back to sleep. You still need to wake up early tomorrow."

" Not without you." the man grumbles. Annoyed to be woken up from his blissful sleep.

That was when Charles noticed his phone from his wife's hand. Clearly on a call from what he can see on the screen. He did not hesitate to take it and without regard turned off the phone after informing someone from the other line how they disturbed a peaceful evening. Y/n chastised her husband for the rude remark but Charles did not mind one bit and proceeded to carry her back to the comfort of their bed. The night continued blissful. The worries that Y/n had was erased from a simple hug of Charles. She thought that maybe it was nothing, maybe she is just putting more thought on it than necessary.

However, all that was thrown out of the window when another call was received a few weeks later. Charles was able to answer it and was in a rush after a few minutes. Only telling her that it was nothing important and to continue to sleep. She shrugged it off because if it was really important, Charles will tell her himself.

The same occurrence happened after. It was with Pierre that she knew her husband is with his ex one time. It also did not stop there as Arthur informed her of how Charlotte was there when they played paddle. The same things happened again and it has already been a few months since then.

Y/n and Charles had their talk about the situation. Charles assured her that it was nothing. Charlotte was going through a tough time right now and she needs someone. They almost had a fight that night but Y/n still remained understanding. Charles as well assured her that she is Mrs. Leclerc and nothing can change that. She is the only woman that he loves. Now and always.

Lunch with Pascale and Enzo was blissful however, the happening of the past months still bug Y/n. Her mind struggles to silence the growing anxiety and the depths of her doubts. She trust Charles but she does not like the situation, not one bit.

" Is everything alright, dear?" Pascale queries as she saw how conflicted her daughter had become.

" Huh?... Oh, everything's okay, Maman. Just thinking."

" If the thing that keeps you occupied really bothers you this lot. You know you can tell us, right?" Enzo interjects as his sister-in-law showed a character so beguiling.

But was it alright to tell them of what occurred. They have been in the company of Charlotte before. They know her and people around talked about how kind of a person she is. People had question how she and Charles were not the ones married. It hurts of course, but the assurance, acceptance and love that Charles and his family showed could not measure the pain of their talks. Hence, Y/n went to tell them of what has been happening to the lingering questions after.

Pascale understood her concern. So much has happened and it was because of the very woman in front of her that her son is happy and content today. She could not so much as invalidate what she felt of the situation. She knows how much it is for Y/n, but one thing is for sure, Charles is deeply enamored with his wife and will do everything in his power to silence her doubts.

" Did you talk with Charles about this?" Enzo ensure that his brother was aware of the silent battles his wife is in.

" We did."

" And?" the adult persuades her to continue.

" I told him I understand. That I support him. But sometimes it's exhausting. I do not want to compete with her that sometimes I just let myself believe he's with me because he loves me, for me, and not cause he needs me."

" Am I selfish to want my husband for myself only?" Y/n grimaces from her question as she can hear herself grow greedy. It was exhausting to be at the receiving end of pain but she takes it all with ease. Yet, how long must this be?

" No. You're not." Pascale assured with conviction as she stare at the woman before her..

This woman has been through a lot for the past months yet, she handled the situation with a smile. Even with the knowledge of how her son love Y/n, Charles sometimes makes decision that would spiral back to him - hurting people in the process.

" I'm so sorry for what has been happening but, always remember that you have us. Charlotte is his past, you are his present, his wife, my daughter and nothing can change that. I will not tolerate it if Charles has hurt, okay? Come to us for anything and we'll be there. You are a Leclerc after all." The older woman smiled as she hug her daughter.

" I will straighten out my brother for you, Lil sis. Just say the word. Anytime." Enzo jokes, diffusing the depressing aura that envelop the room.

The day went on as they, for the moment, forget the pain of the past. Simply enjoying the time with family. Y/n will worry later, right now, she would spend time with the Leclerc family - her family.

It was almost 8 in the evening when Y/n went home after a full afternoon with Pascale and Enzo, Arthur joining after when he was home. She walk the familiar hallway to their apartment determined to talk Charles. Her mind was cleared with the assurance of his family. She also remembered the promised they did after they were married: 'Keep no secrets from each other.' With this, she opened the door with a smile. A greeting at the end of her tongue but was wiped by the view on the couch.

" Charles." an exasperated call as her mind refused to utter any words.

The eyes that held love for him, dimmed as the tears threatened to fall. Charles has fucked up. Big time. And he cannot bear to leave his wife, thinking of hideous things when in fact nothing has happened.

"Y/n, this is not what you think this is. Look at..." Charles tried to explain however, his wife has already made way to their bedroom.

The tears fell and a strangled noise made way from Y/n's lips. Her heart constricted - not wanting to believe what had been seen but, it was as clear as day. A drunk Charlotte was in the arms of her husband in their couch, their living room, their house. How can she manage to deny it now. How can she try to reason with herself that Charles loves her and only her.

" Love, look at me. Please." he pleaded as he tried to make way to her.

" Do you love her?"

The question stunned Charles. He could not seem to comprehend where it is coming from. Was everyday that they are together, waking up and sleeping with each not enough to show that he does love her?

" All those times you said that what happened between you two was nothing. That you cannot forgive her for what she did before. Was it all a lie? Did you ever love me, Charles?" a broken plea it was.

" Y/n, just hear me out okay. All those times, Charlotte just needed my help. It does not mean anything okay? You're my wife. She is from the past and no longer has a place in the present."

Does she really? Because looking at now, she can be seen from every angle of their lives. She started occupying a space in their marriage and she have it broken. Hence, she sputtered something totally incomprehensible.

" If she really is then make your choice."

Silenced stretched in the four-cornered space as the suggestion hangs in the air. It echoed in Charles' ears as it hurt for Y/n to ask. However, it must be said and done with. She could no longer play this games with her husband and his ex. It was time to face whatever it is that is happening in their lives. Because the longer this happens, she'll finally be torn apart.

" I cannot continue to share your love, Charles. I will not. So choose now. Charlotte or me?"

No matter how much it hurts to have the man you love make a choice between his ex and his wife, it does not equate to the pain one would go through just seeing the past still taking ahold of the now.

" Amour, please don't do this. You know I need you." Charles held onto her arm as he tried to deescalate the situation however, his sentence further tore her heart to pieces.

" Charles, I don't want you to need me. I want you to love me!" His wife yelled. Unable to contain how broken she has been for this past months.

How the smiles and laughter are but deceitful faces she shows to him. That no matter how much she understands her husband, she is but human that feels jealousy. It is not easy to compete with the greatest love when you are unsure what title you bear.

" Of course I love you! I love you so much that it sometimes hurt. I would do anything for you if you so wish, do you understand? I would leave everything behind for you just as much as I would give you everything you desire. I need you because I'll die without you. You are the air that I breath. You are everything to me." Charles explained as his hands found its place to her cheeks.

His closed lids and trembling form speaks volume of how this situation tore him apart. The very woman he worshipped has felt that she was not loved and it was all his fault. He made her feel this way. How horrible he was.

" I really do love you. So please...stay." the ever confident Charles pleaded.

Y/n was left to stand as the man she promised to God and the world to love was crumbling in front of her. She did this to him and it was so painful to hear the sobs that racked from her love. Hence, she gripped the hands holding her, tightly, as she placed her lips onto his. She put everything in the kiss. Words that were left unsaid, the apology, the doubts, insecurities and beyond it the love she has for him. They left the world to crumble behind them as they relish unto the moment with each other. They left the past behind closed door. Never to be opened again.

Maybe their marriage cannot stand the challenges of time but, their love does. And it was all they need.

[isawthesainz]

scuderiaferrari Who’s gonna have a great day? 🫵

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The art of sibling hood

Paring: sister!Reader & Charles Leclerc

Warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 3,815

Status: Complete

***Request made by reader***

Summer break offers us a sliver of peace. 

No teams are calling, no coaches screaming, no clients to take care of - there is nothing but family. For a few weeks out of the year, all we have is each other. I can’t ask for anything better. 

We all gather at our mother’s house, hiding away there with her. It’s nice, to all be under the same roof again, we haven’t been since Lorenzo first moved out. It only worsened when I decided to take my training to France. 16 years of living under one roof was gone in an instant. We had lived together our entire lives until that point. 

It was like losing a piece of myself. 

But then, after the sadness rolled away, I was filled with so much joy. To know that both Charles and Arthur were chasing their dream, to see them every weekend battling it out on the track. Though my mother refused to watch, I always did. 

But there is always more I want to know, more I want to see. I can’t help myself from asking questions. The countries they see, the people they meet - it’s a world I’ll never know. I almost got involved, my father put me in karting as a child, but it was never my passion. Not the way it was with Arthur and Charles. I found my calling in school. 

At six, I was sitting among my classmates in the gymnasium, watching as our instructor introduced the sport of fencing. He was trying to start a club, with a school as small as ours, it wasn’t very likely to happen. 

He brandished the swords, explaining the rules. My friend, Anies, had fallen asleep on my shoulder, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I was transfixed, hooked. That day, I ran home, with the club papers in my hand and begged my parents.

At first, Papa was hesitant, telling me that this sport was a fighting spot - I wasn’t a ‘fighting girl’. But I pleaded, hooking my arms around his neck and staring up at him. This was my dream. Fencing was racing to me. Fencing was everything. 

What I didn’t understand was that fencing was also incredibly expensive. With two children karting and one in fencing, I remember the night I caught Mum and Papa talking it over, they couldn’t afford it. 

I was lucky enough to be given a scholarship by a fencing club, I would have the funding to chase my dream. Arthur, however, was not so lucky. I remember how he cried, screaming and howling into his pillow. He mourned the loss of his sport, but he was never angry. Just sad. 

I shake off the memories when Charles calls my name. 

“What?”

He looks at me, staring at me from his seat on the floor, arms holding his knees close to him. He and Arthur are playing some card game they explained more than once - but I have never cared to learn. Arthur glares at the cards below him, flipping them over in his hand.

He laughs, “I asked how training was going?”

“Good,” I burrow further into the couch, pulling a blanket across my shoulders, “When I go back, I have a tournament in Italy.”

“Well,” Arthur huffs, still fixed on the game, “You’re already a World Champion - Ugh! Charles, you’re cheating! This is why I hate playing with you!”

Charles throws his hands up, turning to Arthur with an indignant expression, “I am not a cheater. I am a man of honor, you just suck.”

With a curse, Arthur throws his cards down. 

He stands, “You’re a cheat and you know it.”

“You just don’t know how to lose.”

Arthur throws himself beside me, moving the pillows so he can lean against them, crossing his arms in front of him. I don’t have to hide my laughter, I let it slip from me. The laughter is easy, the tension from yesterday gone. Charles had still been insistent on apologizing, even when I told him to just drop it. 

My brother is one of the kindest people in the world. 

“What about you?” I dare to ask, offering Arthur some of my blanket, “How’s Ferrari treating you?”

I don’t need to ask because I already know. Even from across the world, every Sunday, I watch him. Every Sunday, I watch my brother get into that car and put his life on the line. And every Sunday I watch Ferrari screw him over. My teammates were getting far too tired of my outbursts. 

Charles clears his throat, looking down at the cards scattered across the floor. He sweeps them together, shuffling them, “Fine.”

“Fine?”

I’m stepping on thin ice. My brothers like to assume that when it came to racing they knew everything, but I had grown up around this. My father was a racer and now my brothers were racers - it was in my blood. I had just chosen not to pursue it. 

“Yes, fine.” He pushes himself up, standing and walking to the edge of the couch. 

“If you say so, brother,” Charles opens his mouth to speak, but the sound of the doorbell cuts him off. 

He practically leaps over the couches, nearly tripping over the carpet, to throw the door open. My mother hardly has time to scold him as she steps inside her room because cheery voices are ringing out through the house. 

“Hello!”

Lorenzo comes bounding from upstairs and Arthur rolls off the couch, kicking the blanket away from him. The three women who step inside the house bring the light of the shining sun with them. 

“Girls!” I cry, it has been so long since I’ve last seen them. 

Carla sees me first, throwing her hands in the air. She pushes past Arthur to sweep me into a hug. The position is awkward, as her body curves over the couch and I attempt to reach up to her, but I can feel her laughter vibrate within her chest. 

“Did you get in today?” Her eyes are shining and the glasses perched atop her head threaten to fall, “Why didn’t you text me?”

“I wanted to surprise you, of course!” When we pull away, Charlotte and Alexandria are right beside us. 

“We need to get breakfast while you’re here,” Charlotte says, pressing her hands together. It isn’t so much a request as it is a plan in motion. 

I just nod along. I look around, my brother’s waiting behind them with crossed arms and a less-than-pleased expression. 

“What?”

“They’re supposed to be here to see us.”

“No,” Charlotte says, wrapping her arms around me, “We’re here for her and of course - Pascale.”

“Hello, dear,” Mum says, Carla placing welcoming kisses on her cheeks. 

I turn to my left, Alex having taken a seat in the open space that Arthur left. 

“Hey,” I whisper, pulling her close. 

“Hi,” She whispers back. 

There’s something different. I can tell when she hugs me, pressing a kiss on my cheek. When we pull away, there’s a glow to her skin and a twinkle in her eyes. 

“Is there -?” 

Charles is draped across her in a second, gentle hands on her shoulders, “She is my girlfriend. Please, do not be selfish.”

Alex only rolls her eyes and I can’t help but follow. 

What a drama queen. 

__________

I watch Charles and Alex as Mum bustles around the kitchen. It’s little, but something is different. I can feel it. Something about the way Charles has an arm curled around her waist or the way she clings to his arm. They keep eyeing the rest of us, Alex turning around to whisper in his ear. 

Hm. How strange. 

Alex was quite shy, this much became evident when I first met her, but she was by no means afraid of the family. Just a few weeks earlier she had come to visit me in France, we spent the day together and had been texting each other constantly. 

What could it be?

I met her eyes and she sharply turned away from me. 

A secret then. 

Papa liked to say that I inherited Mum’s gift for reading people, especially my brothers. Even when we’re separated by seas, I know when something’s bothering them. I know when something is wrong. 

But this - this was different. 

I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. 

But, my mind can help but wonder, what if - no. Could it be?

“Arthur.”

He hardly looks up from his phone, “Hm?”

“Wanna make a bet?”

“What kind of bet?” He asks, still scrolling. 

I lean in closer, “I think Alex is pregnant.”

Arthur nearly drops his phone. He whips his head over to look at me, mouth agape, “What?!”

“Sh!” I smack his arm, he is going to give us away, “You’re so loud…”

“Why do you think she’s pregnant?” He whisper-shouts, “That’s crazy. Charles would’ve told us.”

“Maybe he’s going to tell us tonight,” I shrug, pulling away from him. 

“Are you in or out?” I crossed my legs, my gut feelings were always strong. I’d guessed many things over the years and felt a change within the people around me before they told me. I’d known Charles got signed to Ferrari before he told us, or that Arthur was going to be moved to F2, or that Lorenzo had met someone new - all of these things, I’d felt. All of these things I guessed. 

Maybe I was a bit psychic. 

“You’re on,” He stuck his hand out, “€10?”

I scoffed, “That’s nothing - €100.”

“You could be wrong.”

“I could be right,” I looked down at his waiting hand. 

“€50?”

I slapped my hand in his, “€50 it is!”

“You’re going down,” He whispered, squeezing my hand. I kick at his shin.

“Ow!”

“That’s what you get, dumbass.”

“LANGUAGE!”

__________

Dinner is an easy affair. The time ticks by slowly, but none of us mind. Warm and laughter fill the house, everyone staying at the table after the food has long been eaten. Stories are tossed around and jokes float about, it's peaceful. 

A peace that’s so very addicting. 

Here, I can forget that I have to leave in only a few days. I can tell that the boys forget too, throwing themselves over Mum and the table. Arthur laughs so hard that he snorts and Lorenzo’s jokes have Charles reduced to tears - it’s all so nostalgic. 

As we eat, I can see Charles and Alex glance at each other, watching as he scoops her hand in his. She whispers something in his ear and he nods. 

Before I know it, they are both standing. 

“I,” He clears his throat, “I have something to say - well, we do, actually...”

“Well,” Alex begins, a bright smile pulling over her face, “Charles and I are expecting a - a child.”

The table erupts into cheers and exclamations. Mum drops her head into her hands, and before we can rush over, she looks up with tears in her eyes and a dazzling smile on her lips. We stand to offer them hugs and kisses, pats, and words of encouragement. 

“I told you!” I cry. 

Arthur lets out a loud groan, pushing his face into his hands, “Why?”

Confusion is written across their face and I can only laugh

I hold out a waiting hand.

With another groan and a roll of his eyes, he shoves his hand into his pockets, pulling out the €50 I’m owed. The bill is crunched and he drops it into my palm with little fanfare. 

“This is so unfair,” Arthur throws his arms around my shoulders, “How could you have possibly known?”

“I just do,” I shrug, looking up at him with a smile, “I’m just that good.”

“I knew it,” Carla giggles, “You are a psychic.”

I lock eyes with Mum over the table, she flashes me a smile.

“Of course,” I say, “I learned from the very best.”

__________

The ocean calls our name, the lull of the tides and the crashing of the waves. Such a beautiful song and we can do nothing but dance to it. With the sun shining down on our backs, we pile into Charles’s boat, clinging to the railing as we push away from the dock. The salt of the air tangles in my hair, and gentle winds give us a beautiful day. The weather was perfect, the sea was calm. What more could we ever ask for?

We spend the day lounging about the boat, pushing and shoving each other in the water. I manage to convince Charles to let me take the smaller boat out for a spin, with Carla clinging to the seats, and Charolette cheering us on from the deck above. I can’t help but dissolve into laughter at his face, twisted with worry. 

The water is cool against our heated skin, it invites us in for more. The longer we stay, the more we forget about the world that surrounds us. It is nearly enough to make me forget about my flight in only a few days. I will have to leave and this will all become a memory. 

But what a beautiful memory it will be. 

I can’t dwell on my thoughts, because Charlotte demands that we all jump. There is little fanfare for Charles and Lorenzo as they practically wrestle to the sea below. Arthur grips my hand as we jump, throwing ourselves into the Moncao air, caught by the arms of the sea. 

It is perfect. It is home. 

When the sun begins to dip in the sky, my mother draws herself up from the couch and claims that dinner will not ready itself. The others agree and begin to shuffle off but Carla and I are the last to get back from the boat. Though Charles has always held the title of ‘captain’, I have always maintained that the sea is but a little requirement for boating. We stayed behind to just lounge about in the sun, only coming back to the house when she got a frantic call from Arthur, telling her to come back. 

“What’s…” The words die in our throats when we see Alex huddled in the corner, sobbing into her hands. Charlotte stands over her, rubbing a reassuring hand over her back, whispering something into her ear. 

Before we can say another word, Arthur and Lorenzo interrupt us. He pulls us into a corner of the house, wiping his hands on his shorts. His eyes dart around the room, lip caught between his teeth. 

“What happened?” Carla demands. 

“It - it was the press,” Arthur manages, “They got pictures from earlier, on the boat.”

I need to hear little else. I dig my phone from my bag.

Finding the photo doesn’t take much work. It’s there as soon as I open Twitter, Alexandria and Charles standing on the balcony of the boat. Her hands on her stomach, nothing there to show - not yet - but the implication is enough for the media to run with. 

I can hardly breathe. 

Anger coils tight within me. 

Fucking vultures. 

Carla gasps from beside me, pressing a hand to her mouth. The headlines make my stomach turn. Far too atrocious to look at, I shove my phone back into my bag. Carla is quick to slip from beside me, rushing over to the couch, and dropping to her knees beside Alex. 

Haven’t they gone through enough? Have people not thrown Alex into the fire already? Had they not already ripped her apart? I remember the articles and the tweets when their relationship went public, the look of sadness on her face. People hated her simply because she loved Charles. How they got together and why they got together was no one’s business but their own. 

“Where -” I cut myself off, dropping my voice lower, “Where’s Charles?”

For a moment, Lorenzo doesn’t answer me, phone in hand. I can’t tell who’s calling, but the grave look on his face is all I need to know. He shakes his head, dragging a hand through his hair. 

“He’s outside,” He whispers, sparing a look over at Alex, “He stormed out and won’t come back in.”

“Of course! He’s upset!” I hiss, this was private. This was personal. The media has taken that away from him. 

Lorenzo holds his hands up, “I’m not saying he shouldn’t be - I’m not saying that I’m not,” He sighs, “But this is more - this is more than just…”

He looks away, rubbing a hand over his face, “He can’t run from this now.” 

I turn away from Lorenzo and the tears begin to gather in my eyes before I can gather the courage to force them back. I wrap my arms around myself, afraid that I might throw something across the room. 

This wasn’t right. 

Summer is our time. 

There is never any anger, never any sadness. That’s the world that waits beyond the walls of our home, that is the world we leave behind. We shut it all out because summer break is just us. I don’t realize that I’ve begun to dig my fingers into the flesh of my arm until Arthur yanks my hands away. 

He doesn’t say anything, just squeezing my hands in his. I can’t look at him, but I feel his gaze on me. When he releases me, my hands drop back down to my sides. I suck in a large gulp of air, trying to calm the pounding of my heartbeat. 

Before I can make my way to Alex, Charlotte stops me. She holds her hand up, a sad smile on her face. 

‘We’ve got it,’ She mouths, ‘Go.’

Her eyes flicker to the terrace, doors closed tightly. I can see, in the shadows of the darkness, Charles. 

“I’ll be back,” I whisper, reaching out to squeeze Arthur’s shoulder before I walk towards the doors. 

I gently push them open, waiting for Charles to scream out that he wasn’t privacy, that he needs space, but he never does

I step through. 

Charles stands out on the balcony, hands clutching onto the terrace railing. He stares into the swaying trees of our backyard, the melting sun casting a glow around the shadow of the house. Though the wind blows, there is no twinkle of windchimes. There is no echo of laughter or memory of youth, there is nothing. The light from the entry room spills across his back, but he doesn’t turn. 

The silence is thick, sitting heavily atop the both of us. With his back turned to me, I can’t see his face. There’s a selfish part of me that never wants to. I never want to see the pain and anger on my brother’s face. I never want to watch his heart fall apart before me. He is my family, an extension of myself. 

“Why can’t they just leave us alone?” 

His voice is hardly above a whisper, nearly consumed by the distant sounds of the city, but I hear. It cuts through the silence, piercing it with ease. There is sadness in his voice and I can feel the tears burn once more. His shoulders slump forward, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. For a movement, I fear that he might collapse. 

I take a tentative step forward. 

My brother is many things. Charles is competitive and rash, he is hard-working and self-deprecating. But he is also kind and forgiving, with a smile like the sun and a laugh like the sea. He is good. Our Papa used to say that Lorenzo and I got all the anger and bite, as it never seemed that Charles could hate, to be spiteful. 

Always the first to take the blame, always the first to vouch, always the first to arrive, always the last to go. 

My brother is good. 

And the world is cruel. 

“Charles,” I whisper, he doesn’t turn.

I reach for him, my fingertips barely grazing the fabric of his shirt, “Charles.”

He finally turns, biting his lip, tears in his eyes. The words die in my throat. There is nothing I can say to fix his pain, nothing I can do to take his unhappiness away. It kills me. They may be my older brothers, but I have always been fiercely protective of them. To hurt them was to hurt me - and to hurt them was unforgivable. 

And Charles. 

Charles, who flew through the night to catch my competitions. Charles, who cheered me on, even if he knew nothing about fencing. Charles, who always had an extra Paddock Pass for me. Charles, who always let me have his last cookie or pastry. Charles, who held me when I wailed for weeks after Papa’s passing. Charles put the money he earned in Formula 1 into getting Arthur back into carting. Charles, who always called to scream ‘Happy Birthday’ in my ear. 

That Charles. 

My brother Charles, would forgive. He will see it as a mistake, he will blame himself. In only a few hours, he will make a statement and tell the truth - because that’s just who he is. 

I throw my arms open and catch him as he falls into them. 

He doesn’t cry, not at first, just clinging onto me. But then, the moment that Alex’s cries drift onto the open terrace, he begins to weep. He sobbed into my shoulder, pressing his wet face into the fabric of my shirt. He clutches my hand, and I can do nothing but hold him. 

I hold him and let him fall apart. 

From over Charle’s shoulder, I see Arthur peeking out at us. He wrings his hands, twisting his fingers around. He can’t sit still, pacing around the room, brushing Carla away when she tries to calm him. 

I gesture for him to come and he does. 

Before I can say a word, he’s wrapping his arms around Charles, burying his face into his back. 

“We’ll fix this,” He mumbles, “I - I don’t know how, but we will.”

Charles doesn’t speak, he just searches for Arthur’s hand blindly in the pile of libs and holds on. It’s all we can do. I feel like I am 15 years old, losing our father again. It feels just as it did then, unbearable. But we do just what we did then, we hold each other. Clinging onto the only people that we have known since before we knew them, the only people that will love us even when no one else does. 

The only person -

Lorenzo is there, strong arms trying to tuck us all into him. I can feel his warmth against my back and push my face into his chest. 

“We’ve got you, Charlie,” He says, “We’ve got you.”

We do. 

We always will. 

_________________________

A/N:This work has been cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. All are under the name XDACTED. Thank you for reading and feel free to request fics about any of the drivers <3

[charlesleclercc-16]

oscar: i got adopted by charles

whatever you say oscar leclerc piastri 🫡

via formuLau16

[pastryfication]

she’s getting so big | leclerc sister

pairing: leclerc brothers x sister!reader

summary: your brothers reminisce about your childhood and realise just how big you’ve gotten.

content warnings: a little mistake! (she’s 17 years younger than lorenzo, not 15, but my math skills just disappeared lol). also pls ignore the changing hair colour in the baby pics.

[forelsketparadise]

Charles mom's cuts his hair in the canal+ prince Charles feature

[merryslilhobbit]

Williams getting in on the action too 🤣

[shining-glowstick]

The gift that just keeps on giving … ❤️🤍

[britney-rosberg06]

Ferrari truly does treat the Leclerc family like royalty like they LOVE this family. If Pasquale Leclerc asked for a throne in Ferrari Hospitality she might just get one, if Charles wanted a car they’d give him the keys to the company if Arthur wanted a drive they’d move mountains to give him one if Lorenzo wanted religious imagery of the family erected in Maranello they would create a stain glass window with them depicted as saints and I truly do not understand why them specifically, however, i get it