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Homecoming - C. Leclerc

summary: have you ever had a massive crush on your team rival?

pairing: Charles Leclerc x Red Bull driver! reader

warnings: drinking, swearing, use of y/n

word count: 5.5k

a/n: so @coco-loco-nut (aka my irl bestie) and i both wrote fics based on the same concept, theirs is linked at the end!

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Contrary to popular opinion, Monaco was one of, if not your least favorite racetrack. It was narrow, making it hard to pass and way too easy to defend. Analysts would say all of that makes the Grand Prix exciting, while you found it to be just plain stupid. For the last half of the race, you were stuck in a DRS train in 10th, sandwiched between Alex in front and Pierre behind.

“Fucking hell guys, this is boring.” You complained over the radio “Sorry I can’t do any better right now��

And you couldn’t do any better the rest of the race. While your race was nowhere near eventful, you were able to get glimpses of the screens showing Charles crossing the checkered flag first at his home race. You didn’t bother fighting the smile growing on your face. He had worked all of his life for this moment. He deserved every bit of euphoria.

You slid into parc ferme along with the rest of the midfield, barely able to get out of the car and reconnect your steering wheel fast enough. Sprinting down parc ferme, you found Charles celebrating with his team and family. When he eventually wriggled his way out of their grasp, you were able to approach him.

“Congrats Charlie. Well deserved man” You said, embracing him in a hug

“Thank you, thank you” Was all he was able to get out.

As the podium celebration ensued, you and Max made your way to the media pen. Dozens of news outlets were scattered around the barrier, prompting you to separate from your teammate. The interviewer greeted you before going through the standard questions of what went wrong in the race.

“Now let’s talk about something that happened after the race” The interviewer spoke, leading you to raise an eyebrow. “I think everyone who wasn’t looking at Leclerc was watching you run down parc ferme to greet him. Can you tell me a bit about that?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. At the time, you didn’t think twice about doing it, but being asked about your actions, you probably looked crazy doing it. “Yeah I mean it’s always exciting watching someone win their home race. It’s something I’ve dreamed of since I started watching Formula One as a little girl”

A pause took over for a moment as you decided on the best way to word your next thoughts. “Charles is a very good friend of mine. He’s someone who welcomed me to the championship with open arms last year. On track I always want to give him a good fight if possible, but off the track I’m always going to support him.”

Now Charles wasn’t usually one to eavesdrop on interviews. Most of the drivers said the same things over and over again, occasionally rephrasing. But whenever he heard your sweet southern accent, he couldn’t help but to listen in on what you had to say.

When your words hit his ears, he could feel his heart stop. He wasn’t expecting you to confess a secret crush that no one knew you had to some interviewer, but a guy could dream. Instead, you very publicly friendzoned the Monegasque.

Little did he know, you did in fact have a massive secret crush that only one person knew about. That one person was your teammate. And boy did he know a lot about it.

“Did I just friendzone Charles with that?” You asked as the two of you walked towards the Red Bull garage for the team meeting.

“Honestly maybe” Max said “Depends on if Charles is smart enough to realize you said it because you weren’t stupid enough to reveal your emotions to the media”

“So then I definitely friendzoned him. Got it” You sighed

You weren’t sure if it was just how boring the entire day was, but the team meeting felt like it was dragging on. While you were zoning in and out of listening to Horner and Marko explain every single thing that was wrong with how you drove, you spotted Max next to you on his phone.

“What are you doing?” You whispered

Max’s head snapped up to look at you, quickly turning off his phone as he did so. “Oh, uh nothing”

You shrugged, not thinking anything of Max’s reaction. He was always a private person, and you understood not wanting anyone to know your private conversations.

Later that night, you traded your fireproofs for a little black top and jeans, as you and the grid were going out to celebrate Charles’ win. You were the last of the drivers to arrive, all of the boys jokingly blaming it on the fact you took longer to get ready, but in reality you needed the time to calm your nerves.

You had gone to the club with the grid plenty of times before, but none of them revolved around Charles being the center of attention. You knew he was going to be bouncing around the group, spending time with everyone, and you were sure you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself.

Meanwhile, Charles was worrying about himself. When he drank, he got flirty. He knew it, Max knew it, even the fans knew it. The only person he was sure didn’t know was you. And that was only because he never drank as much as he usually does when he’s around you.

He was already a few drinks deep when you finally showed up. He was near the back of the room, but he could spot your figure from a mile away. As you navigated through the sweaty bodies and sticky floors, Charles was easily able to get your attention by a wave of his hand.

That wave turned into a hug, followed by a kiss on either cheek from the Monegasque. You realized it was just a cultural difference, and that’s how he greeted all of his female friends, but that didn’t stop your heart from fluttering.

“Congrats again Charlie” You said finally spoke

“Thank you mon amour, why don't I get you a drink to celebrate?” He asked, his words already starting to slur a bit

“I can pay for myself. If anything so should be getting you a drink, for the winner after all” You replied.

“No, no, no. Let me get it for you.” He insisted “You wouldn’t want to disappoint the winner, now would you?”

You knew you weren’t going to win this round, so you let him buy you a drink. He followed you up to the bar where he easily got the attention of the bartender.

“Moscow mule and a vodka redbull, blue edition” He ordered

Your head snapped to look at him, surprised he knew what you wanted. Regardless of how many times you’ve gone out drinking with him, you knew you never told him what your usual was.

“You know my drink order?” You asked

“I’m just that good” He shrugged as the bartender handed him the beverages. Charles handed you the vodka redbull as the two of you walked away from the bar. “Feel free to put the rest of your drinks on my tab tonight”

It was a no-brainer that Charles was going to be the center of attention all night. Not even thirty seconds after you got your drinks, his childhood friends whisked him away. Then it was his friends from Ferrari. And then his brothers. And then those people who claimed they were friends with him, but only got close with him after he became famous.

But no matter how many times he got carried away, he always found his way back to you. Even if it was just for a second, Charles made sure he checked on you throughout the night.

The majority of your night was spent with Max, Logan and Oscar. You were lucky you got along well with your teammate, and you, Logan, and Oscar all grew close due to being the rookies the season prior. It also helped that Logan was the only other American on the grid.

“So what’s going on between you and Charles?” Oscar asked

“Oh uh nothing. We’re just friends” You said, hoping the Aussie would drop the topic

Unfortunately for you, Logan decided to call you out. “Oh bullshit. I overheard him insisting on buying your drinks tonight, and we all saw you sprinting earlier to congratulate him”

“Charles is too drunk to realize what he’s offering” You quickly dismissed

“Still doesn’t explain your actions in parc ferme” Logan reminded

You looked to Max for help, only for the Dutchman to shrug.

“You are no help” You told him as you turned to the two others “I may have a small crush on him”

Max almost did a spit take when he registered your words. “Small? You were doodling both of your initials together during the team meeting today.”

“Details, details. How about another round?” You suggested, quickly changing the subject.

The four of you had just finished a round of shots when you saw Charles approaching from behind Max. The Monagasque rested his arm on Max’s shoulder, clearly needing stability. His eyes widened and a goofy smile formed on his face when he saw you.

“There you are!” Charles slurred, moving his arm from Max’s shoulders to yours

“Oooohkayy, I think it’s time for you to go home” You said, shifting to support his weight better “C’mon Charlie”

“Ooo Charlie” Logan teased

You shot the American a glare, mouthing the words “not now”. Charles somehow got himself off of you, only to wrap his arms around himself, embracing his own body in a hug.

“Uh, are you good?” Oscar asked Charles, his voice filled with concern

“Yes, just thanking myself for coming out tonight. I picked a great bar” Charles answered with a goofy grin forming on his face. His eyes were shut as he swayed back and forth, almost knocking into a poor girl behind him.

Apologies quickly fell out of your mouth to the girl. As you turned back to the group, all of the boys except Charles had worry plastered on their faces. Both Max and Oscar offered to help you take Charles home, but you turned them down. His place was only a few blocks away, and your hotel was about the same. You slung Charles’ arm over your shoulder, before bidding goodbye to your friends.

“Bye Charlieeee” Logan teased his fingers waving goodbye. Another glare was shot from your eyes before Charles was carried out to the street.

It didn’t take long to get Charles to his apartment. You insisted he sit down as you got him a glass of water, knowing he was too far from sober to do it without breaking or hurting something. Once he downed his first non alcoholic beverage in who knows how long, he changed and you put him to bed.

You were sober and comfortable enough to walk yourself home, so once Charles was tucked in, you slipped your shoes on. Before you could get near the door though, you heard Charles calling your name.

“What’s up?” You whispered as you opened the door to his bedroom.

His eyes mimicked a puppy dog, pleading and full of concern. “I don’t want this to sound weird, but do you want to stay in the guest room tonight? I just don’t want you walking alone in the dark”

Even though you knew you’d be fine walking home, you knew Charles would blame himself if something did happen to you. So, you agreed. You changed into one of Charles’s shirts that he insisted on you sleeping in, and made your way to the guest room.

Neither of you dared to bring up what happened in Monaco. Not that anything bad happened, it was simply you didn’t know how the other felt, and it wasn’t a line either of you were comfortable crossing yet.

Going into media day, you knew the press conference was going to be boring. It was Monza weekend, and your media group consisted of Lando, Pierre, Franco, and Charles. Having the attention on Charles was fine by you. You would be fine without the media taking your words out of context.

With each question directed at Charles, you zoned out more and more. Thoughts of what you were going to do during the three week break crossed your mind. While traveling around the world for work was fun, home truly was where your heart lived. Your thoughts were cut off by someone tapping you. Looking to your right, Franco’s eyes met yours.

You had made some small talk with Franco throughout the day, wanting to welcome him into the league the same way you were last year. It was painful to receive the news that Logan was being replaced, but you couldn’t resent the newcomer, he just happened to be the one that was promoted.

“Is this usually this insufferable?” He whispered, genuine concern lacing his voice

You stifled a laugh, careful not to interrupt Charles “Not this bad usually, but yeah it’s bad”

“Great” He muttered “Thought I escaped it when I got promoted”

The press room grew silent, leading you and Franco to press pause on your conversation. All eyes were on the two of you, while you guys gave blank stares back.

“Did you hear the question?” The interviewer asked

Franco chuckled awkwardly as he brought the microphone to his mouth. “Honestly? No. Bad first impression, so sorry”

“No worries. Welcome to F1 Franco.” The interviewer said “For a fun question for the drivers: is there a certain trait that another driver has that you wish you had?”

Franco thought for a second before opening his mouth to speak “Y/n’s friendliness I think. She was the first of the drivers to welcome me into F1, going out of her way to go to the Williams garage and introduce herself. So uh yeah, her friendliness”

Warmth ran to your cheeks as the Argentinian turned to look at you. His smile was captivating, making your rosy glow even worse.

“Wow, that was really sweet. Thank you Franco” You whispered before clearing your throat and picking the microphone up.

Your eyes landed on each of the drivers in the room, trying to think of any trait you would want from any of them. Charles’ ability to learn on the fly came to mind, but you couldn’t rave about Charles without revealing your feelings.

“Ummmm, this may be team bias, but I’m probably going to have to pick Max.” You finally answered “His ability to perform under immense pressure is admirable. Going into last season as a rookie, I don’t think I could have asked for a better partner, or a better person to learn from.”

The press conference wrapped up, the news stations leaving before the drivers could. You sat and talked to Franco a bit more, getting to know the newest driver better. Charles watched from the other side of the couch, trying not to make it too obvious.

“Earth to Charles” Lando said, waving his hand in front of the Monegasque’s face

“Wha-what’s up?” Charles asked, snapping his head to look at Lando

“You were staring. Badly.” Lando pointed out

“Not staring,” Charles defended, but the pink in his cheeks gave him away “Just…observing”

“Sure, mate.” Lando smirked as he stood up, “You know, if you actually told her how you feel, you wouldn’t have to watch from a distance like a creep”

“Really? I had no idea” Charles mumbled. He was relieved to see you didn’t hear what Lando had just said, as you were too engulfed in your conversation with Franco.

“Just saying” The Brit continued “Everyone can see the chemistry between you two”

Charles adjusted his hat as he stood up next to his friend. “I just don’t want to ruin the friendship. What if it goes wrong?”

Lando rolled his eyes. “Or it could go right. Look at how she talks to you, how she lights up around you. That’s not just a friendship, mate. She clearly likes you.”

Charles stole another glance at you, your eyes still focused on Franco. With one last sigh, he left the conference room, almost slamming the door behind him.

“What was that all about?” Franco asked you as he looked at the now shut door across the room

“I have no idea” You admitted “Whatever it is, he’ll get over it”

The Austin sun blazed through the sky as you entered the paddock. You always loved being back home, and of course you went all out for it. You had your hair in two braided pigtails with your favorite cowboy hat resting on top, and a matching pair of boots tucked under your blue jeans.

Most of the other drivers played into the gimmicks that Texas brought, even if they didn’t do them right. Some donned backwards cowboy hats while others tucked their jeans into their boots, both leading you to wince. Some, like Charles, did both.

“You look absolutely ridiculous” You yelled down the paddock as you spotted Charles in the middle of a media scrum

From what you could tell, they were in the middle of an unboxing of some sorts. Plastic and paper wrapping littered the area as a box was cracked open. Both Charles and the media turned to watch you walk over.

“What are you talking about? I look fabulous” Charles said, showing off his new hat

“Yeah,” You replied as you approached him “Except for the fact your hat’s the wrong way and your jeans are tucked in.”

Before Charles could protest, you took the hat off of his head (from the crown of course, you weren’t an animal) and flipped it. His cheeks grew hot, both from embarrassment and how close you were to him.

“Thank you” He whispered before untucking his jeans

Saturday went perfectly for Red Bull. Max won the sprint, while you took second, giving the team a few more points in the Constructor’s race.

As your day in the paddock came to a close, there was only one thing on your mind: the Texas/Georgia game. Growing up right outside the city meant your Saturdays were spent cheering on the Longhorns, and today was no different.

You found Charles leaving the paddock at the exact same time you were, giving you the perfect opportunity to ask if he wanted to join you. While you knew he knew nothing about football, it at least gave you an excuse to spend a little extra time with him during the weekend.

“What’s the chance you’re not doing anything tonight?” You asked as you caught up to him.

“Easily 100%. Do you have something in mind?” He replied

“I have an extra VIP ticket to the game tonight and a spare jersey. Wanna join?”

“You know I don’t know anything about American football” He reminded you. Charles truly wanted to go, but he didn’t want to bring your experience down because he was an idiot.

“Pleaseeee” You begged, flashing him a fake pout “I promise you’ll have fun”

Charles ran his hand through his hair before sighing “Okay. But this better not ruin my race tomorrow”

You were right, Charles did have fun. Most of the time was spent on the sidelines, getting up close to the action. Charles didn’t understand a lick of what was going on, but that didn’t mean he didn’t try to. You walked him through all of the basic things he should know, like touchdowns, field goals, and extra points.

And Charles would let you talk for days if he could. He was captivated by how your intonation changed as you explained the difference between a pass, a rush, and a kick attempt. Did any of what you said stick in his head? Absolutely not. But that didn’t matter. He was with you, and you were with him, and about 100,000 other people in the stadium.

The rest of the weekend only got better for you. Not only were you working your way into Charles’ heart, you made your way to the top step of the podium. You knew Max was going to be aggressive going into turn one, giving you ample opportunity to sneak into the lead, where you stayed for the rest of the race. Both Charles and Max were on the podium with you, P2 and P3 respectively.

“So would you say last night affected your race?” You asked Charles once you got to the cool down room. You quickly swapped the helmet in your hands for a towel and the Pirelli cap that were waiting for you.

Charles chuckled “Maybe, I coulda ended up on the top step”

You shrugged as you took your seat in the middle of the two boys. “Guess we’ll never know”

After the formalities and shenanigans of the podium ceremony, you found yourself in the back of the media pen waiting for your turn for an open interviewer. You could feel a presence walking up to you, causing you to turn. Of all people, Franco was the one to approach. The two of you were decent friends, you being one of the first people to welcome him to the F1 grid.

“Congrats on the win, amiga” Franco said, bringing you in for a hug

“Thank you, thank you” You replied, “How was your first race at COTA?”

“It was good! Definitely glad to be racing closer to home. I can’t wait for the next three in the Americas” He said

As you and Franco made small talk, Charles was watching you like a hawk from across the pen. He listened to every laugh that came out of your mouth from something Franco said, analyzed every light hearted touch of the arm. Max was next to him, well aware of the events of the night prior. It was hard for him to not know about it, you would not stop talking about it in the paddock.

“The way he held me? I felt like the only girl in the stadium” “He let me explain football to him, Max. No one ever lets me do that around here” “Are you sure he feels the same way about me?” Were all phrases that left your mouth earlier in the day.

Max was positive Charles felt the same way about you that you did about him. Any of the few remaining doubts flew out the window as he listened to Charles whine.

“Whatever he said cannot be that funny, right?” Charles asked “Like there’s no way”

Max muttered a “mhm” as he took a sip of the Red Bull in his hand.

“I just don’t get how he does it so easily! What is it about him that makes him that likeable?” Charles asked “Is it the accent?”

“Maybe it’s because he’s a natural flirt.” Max said “You couldn’t flirt with a brick if you tried”

Charles’ glare left Franco and turned to the Dutchman next to him “You didn’t need to say that.” Max threw his hands up in defense.

“But what am I supposed to do if she can’t understand my flirting?” Charles asked

“Just tell her how you feel. Ask her out on a date” Max suggested as if it was obvious.

“That’s just asking for her to run me off the track in the next race” The Monagasque said. He ignored Lando’s advice in Monza, and he was likely to do the same to Max.

A frustrated groan left Max’s mouth as he smacked the back side of his friend’s head. “Oh my god. Do I have to spell it out? She likes you.”

Charles’ eyebrows furrowed as he watched you say goodbye to the Argentenian. A spot had opened up in the media pen, and Charles’ eyes followed you as you greeted the interviewer.

“How do you know that?” He asked

“Mate, she took you to the Texas game yesterday. She doesn’t take just anyone. I’ve known her for years and I still haven’t gotten an invite.” He explained “In the garage, she wouldn’t shut up about how much fun she had with you last night.”

“Really?” Charles asked. He couldn’t believe the words coming out of his friend’s mouth.

“Yes, really. Now if you don’t tell her how you feel, I’m going to do it for you.” Max threatened as he walked towards the next open interviewer.

The bar buzzed with excitement as the sun dipped below the horizon. It being your home race, you ordered both your friends on and off the grid to join in the celebrations. Most of the guys were already there, already a few rounds deep, but it wasn’t until a certain Ferrari driver walked in that you relaxed.

Charles navigated the crowd, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of you. When he spotted you at the bar, a grin spread across his face. He made his way over, squeezing through the sea of fans and drivers.

“There you are!” he exclaimed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I've been looking for the race winner!”

“Yeah, you’ve been avoiding me since the podium” you teased, crossing your arms

“Right, totally” He fake agreed “Now, drinks on me?”

A playful smile broke onto your lips as you turned to face the driver. “Actually, I believe it’s my turn. You got me in Monaco, it’s only fair”

Charles opened his mouth to protest, but you already had gotten the attention of the bartender. He watched as you put up two fingers, and the bartender quickly got to work. As he waited, he was able to catch snippets of chatter and laughter from the rest of the people in the bar. Logan made the trip out to Austin, and was in deep conversation with Oscar and Alex, while Max and Lando were cracking jokes about their battle during the race.

You handed Charles one of the two drinks you had received “To a dominant 1-2 finish” you toasted, clinking your glass against yours

He took a sip, the refreshing taste of the cocktail invigorating “This is really good. What is it?” He asked, looking at his drink

“Texas Cactus Water” You answered “Tequila, lime juice, and Topo Chico”

The night wore on, and with each passing drink, the atmosphere became more lively. You were in your element, charming everyone around you. You were sure to spread your attention out to everyone who came to celebrate your win, but you always found yourself going back to him.

“Want another round?” he asked after the two of you finished your drinks.

“Yeah, sure. Put it on my tab” You ordered, knowing he would have said the same to you.

As Charles approached the bar, Franco suddenly appeared by your side, a broad grin on his face. “Looks like you’ve got quite the fan club” he joked, nodding toward Charles, who was deep in conversation with the bartender.

“He’s just being nice” You replied, not wanting to think too much about the flutter in your stomach at Charles’ attention “He bought my drinks in Monaco, so I’ve been returning the favor.

Franco raised an eyebrow. “Or maybe he likes you a little more than just ‘nice’,” he said, smirking.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Please, we’re just friends. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he looks at you differently. Just saying,” Franco teased, nudging your arm before slipping away to join some other drivers.

When Charles returned with another round of drinks, he slid next to you, his arm casually draped over the back of your chair. “What’s got you smiling like that?” he asked, tilting his head with genuine curiosity.

“Oh, just Franco being... well, Franco,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Yeah? What did he say?” Charles pressed, his expression shifting to one of interest.

“Nothing important. Just... you know, how great it is to be back in Austin,” you deflected, not wanting to reveal the fluttering thoughts swirling in your mind.

Charles studied you for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. “You sure? Because I could always tell him to back off if he’s bothering you,” he offered, his protectiveness shining through.

You laughed lightly. “I appreciate that, but really, it’s fine.”

As the night progressed, Charles seemed to loosen up even more, the drinks giving him a playful edge. He began to get a bit flirtier, leaning closer and making exaggerated gestures as he animatedly recounted his day.

At one point, he casually brushed your arm while reaching for his drink. The simple touch sent a rush of warmth through you. You could sense the tension building between you two, an electricity that was impossible to ignore.

You tried to focus on what he was saying, but the lingering sensation from his touch was hard to shake off. Each time he leaned closer, you felt that flutter in your stomach intensify, battling with the excitement of the moment.

“So, what’s your strategy for Mexico City?” you asked, hoping to redirect the conversation and distract yourself from the undeniable chemistry brewing between you

Charles grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Honestly? Just to keep up with you. I’ve seen how competitive you can be, and I want to push myself more.”

You smirked, leaning close enough in to get a whiff of his cologne “Is that so? You better be prepared for a good fight”

He laughed, the sound deep and warm, and for a moment, the world around you faded. “I’d expect nothing less” he replied. His voice was low, and you could see a flicker of something deeper in his gaze.

Just then, Max, Lando and Logan rejoined you, breaking the spell.

“What were you two whispering about?” Lando asked, a mischievous grin on his face

“Just race strategies” you said quickly, shooting a glance at Charles. The Monagasque nodded, playing along, but you could see a hint of disappointment in his eyes at the interruption

“Strategies for what? How to sneak out of here without us noticing?” Logan chimed in. You shot him a glare in response.

“Oh come on” Charles said, his eyes rolling but amusement still danced on his face “We’re just having a good time”

Max leaned in, the smell of alcohol on his lips as he smirked “Just make sure you keep it PG, yeah? Red Bull doesn’t need any headlines about you sleeping with the enemy”

You lightly punched your teammate, causing him to flinch. “I can handle my own headlines, thank you very much”

The group continued to joke and banter, but you couldn’t help stealing glances at Charles. He was laughing and enjoying himself, but every so often, his gaze would flicker back to you, that intensity returning.

As the night wore on, the playful atmosphere shifted to something more intimate when the music slowed down. You found yourself back at the bar with Charles, the noise of the party around you dimming to a soft buzz. Both of you had too many drinks, and it was evident by the conversation you were having.

“Do you ever think what happens after this?” he asked, his tone serious

You looked up at him, surprised. “After what? The day? The season?”

He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. “I mean, after all this. When we’re not racing anymore. What do you want?”

Charles’ question caught you off guard. It was a vulnerability you weren’t expecting. “I-” you started, then paused, choosing your words carefully. “I guess I want to keep doing what I love. Traveling, meeting new people, but also taking the time to enjoy moments like this.”

He nodded, absorbing your words. “Yeah, me too. I’ve realized these moments are what make the job worth it”

You could feel the tension building again, that electric connection almost palpable. “So what do we do about it?” you asked, your heart racing

Charles looked at you, his expression softening, and for a heartbeat, it felt like the world around you disappeared again. “Maybe we should stop pretending and just see where this goes?” He suggested, finally confronting the elephant in the room

The sincerity in his voice made your heart skip “You mean…?”

He wasn’t sure where the sudden confidence was coming from. Maybe it was the amount of drinks, or maybe it was due to your true feelings finally being on display tonight. “Yeah, I mean if we both feel it, why not explore it?”

You felt a rush of emotions - excitement, fear, hope. “I’d like that” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could process what was happening, Charles leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. It took a second to kiss him back, but when you did, it was everything you had dreamed of since you first met him.

Suddenly, a loud cheer erupted from the other side of the bar, pulling you away from each other. All of the other drivers were staring at you, each pair of eyes matched with a shit eating grin.

“You wanna get out of here?” You asked

“Yeah, I’d like that” Charles said, taking your hand

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uramakimochi · 2 years ago

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I SAW MOMMY KISSING SANTA CLAUS

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: nothing just fluff, use of Y/n + fem!R, use of petnames, husband/dad!Charles content, i chose the names of the children because yes, also Aurora is the same kid from this story (it's not a part 2, i just wanted to keep the name because i really like it^^). Click here if you want to read more stories of the Leclerc family.

Translated english + french because they're not my first languages so feel free to correct me.

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"Aurora, darling, it's time to go to sleep"

"Non maman (no), i'm too excited, i can't go to sleep!"

A loud sigh escaped your lips, but you couldn't help but smile at the sight of your daughter bouncing around on her bed, agitated. The reason? Well because it was Christmas Eve and your daughter couldn't wait for Santa Claus to arrive at your house to leave presents under your tree.

"Aren't you tired?" you tried to ask, looking at her while placing your hands on your hips.

Aurora shook her head frantically with a smile.

"No no~"

"Not even a little?" you continued to ask her, but she gave you the same answer.

Unlike Aurora, however, little Louis, her younger brother and your second-born, was calmly standing next to you, while he hugged your leg and stared at his sister who was jumping from one side of the bed to the other, full of energy.

It was then that someone else entered the room, speaking behind you.

"Sweetheart, Santa Claus doesn't come to the homes of children who are awake, you know that right?"

Aurora stopped and you and she both turned to look at Charles, who was standing behind you.

"Really?" she asked, her eyes widening and you nodded, letting her know that Charles was right.

You saw her flop onto the mattress, sitting on top of the covers and bouncing a few times.

"But-But i HAVE to see him! I want to see Santa and tell him thank you for all the presents he brings me" she said.

You giggled and went to sit next to her, gently stroking her head. Louis followed you like a puppy dog and as soon as you sat down he raised his arms towards you, wanting to be picked up. He was a mama's boy, everyone knew that and you didn't mind at all. If Charles could boast that he was Aurora's "favorite parent", then you could proudly say that you were Louis' favorite.

"You don't need to say thank you, darling, because he knows that you and Louis baked cookies especially for him. Santa already knows that all the children in the world are happy with the gifts he brings them"

When she heard about the cookies, Aurora raised her head to narrow her eyes at Charles, standing in front of you.

"Daddy, you didn't eat the biscuits, did you?" she asked him in a suspicious tone, making you smile in amusement.

Charles had been teasing Aurora and Louis all day by telling them that he would have ate all the cookies that she and Louis had baked for Santa Claus to leave in the kitchen.

“No honey, your cookies are all safe and sound… For now…” Charles murmured with a smirk, glancing at you.

"Papa! They're for Santa Claus!" Aurora retorted, clenching her fists.

"But if Santa doesn't eat them all, that means i get to eat them, right?" Charles asked, but the little girl shook her head.

“No, only mommy can eat them” Louis interjected in his little voice, hugging you and Aurora nodded.

Charles widened his eyes, feeling betrayed by his entire family.

"And not me??" he asked aloud, putting a hand to his chest. "You're breaking my heart, children! Oh no! You don't love me anymore, i'm about to die!"

Charles knelt on the ground, acting as if he had been seriously wounded in the heart and both you and your kids laughed.

"Que quelqu'un m'aide! Mes enfants n'aiment que leur mère, ce n'est pas juste! (Someone help me! My children only love their mother, it's not fair!)"

Aurora got out of bed and ran towards Charles, lunging towards him and throwing herself on top of his body. Charles blew with his lips, feeling the weight of his daughter on his belly and a few seconds later Louis joined them too.

"Dad you can't die, you weren't really hurt!" Aurora giggled, looking down at him.

"Yes, you hurt me a lot, right here" replied Charles, putting a hand to his chest. "And you know what i need to feel better? Your amazing cookies"

Both Aurora and Louis looked at him even more suspiciously than before and Charles looked at them with sweet eyes.

"I only need one~ I swear i won't touch the others" he said to convince them.

After a few seconds Aurora nodded slowly.

"Okay, but ONLY one! You have to promise!" she said.

Charles nodded.

"I promise, chérie"

Aurora held out her pinkie so they could make an official promise and Louis did the same.

"Bien. Mais maintenant, il est vraiment temps d'aller au lit, petits monstres. (Good. But now it's really time for bed, you little monsters)" Charles then said.

Aurora snorted, but seeing Charles' look she understood that the fun time was really over, so you saw her get up and get back on her bed, but this time she got under the covers. You helped her tuck her in, while in the meantime Charles took Louis' hand, leading him to his bedroom to put him to bed. Then you would take turns.

"My darling" you said, looking into her eyes. "Santa Claus won't come to our house if he sees that you're awake. So sleep, so time will pass faster and when you wake up it will be Christmas, okay?"

She nodded, slightly sad that she couldn't see Santa, but smiled at you anyway.

"Okay mommy. 'Night"

"Goodnight"

You leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead and then left her room, heading towards Louis' room, next to hers. Just before you entered, you saw Charles wish Louis goodnight, before giving him a kiss on the forehead and then he left too, flashing you a smile before going to Aurora.

“Maman” Louis murmured when he saw you come in.

You smiled at him, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Oui, mon petit prince? (Yes, my little prince?)"

Louis looked at you with his big, bright eyes, but tired after the day he had had.

"Can you make sure daddy doesn't eat all the cookies?" he asked and you giggled, stroking his hair.

"Sure Louis. I'll make sure dad only eats one cookie, like he promised."

"But... But you can eat one too, if you want" he continued and you smiled tenderly.

"Thank you love, but you made them for Santa Claus, so i'll leave them to him. The next time you make cookies we'll eat them together, okay?"

Louis nodded happily and turned on his side, ready to go to sleep.

"Bonne nuit maman (Goodnight mommy)"

"Good night sweetheart"

You leaned down to kiss his cheek and then walked out of his room, turning off the light just before closing the door.

You and Charles met in the hallway and as soon as he was in front of you, he placed his hands on your hips, pulling you against his body.

"So..." he whispered with a smirk. "We still have some time before Santa Claus arrives. How about we do something, my love?"

"Mhh i don't know, handsome" you smiled back at him, stroking the hair on his neck. "What were you thinking about?"

"I have a couple of ideas" Charles replied, raising his eyebrows.

“We can't make too much noise Charles, the kids need to sleep” you said and Charles shrugged.

"That's up to you, chérie"

You bit your bottom lip, but then grabbed his hand, walking backwards and dragging him towards your bedroom, then locking the door.

///

"Lou! Lou! Réveilles toi Louis! (Wake up!)"

Louis was forced to open his eyes when he felt his arm being shaken and saw his older sister's face appear before his eyes.

“W-What is it?”

Aurora looked at him with a toothy smile.

"I heard some noises coming from downstairs. I think Santa Claus has come!"

Louis' eyes widened.

"R-Really? Is it really him??"

"I don't know, but i want to go and see. Come with me, come on!"

Aurora dragged her brother off the bed, heading towards the stairs.

“R-Ro, wait” Louis stopped in his tracks and she looked at him. "We can't get caught. If Santa sees that we are awake he won't leave us the presents. And-And then mommy and daddy will be angry"

But Aurora shook her head.

"We'll stay on the stairs so he won't see us, okay? And mom and dad won't know. But if you're scared you can go back to sleep, i'm going"

Aurora didn't even give him time to respond before she left her brother's room. Louis thought for a few seconds, but then he gathered courage and followed his sister in a jog. He quickly glanced at their parents' bedroom door, which was closed. He could do it, it was just to have a look. Nothing bad would have happened, right?

So he glued himself to Aurora's back and the two went down a couple of steps, as silently as possible, but stopped in their tracks when they heard voices coming from the floor below.

"These biscuits are really good"

Aurora and Louis looked at each other with wide eyes and smiled. Then she put her index finger to her mouth, signaling her brother to remain silent, and then continued down the stairs, being careful not to make any noise with their feet.

The two children hid behind the wall, then popped out their little heads and saw who was in the kitchen. They wanted to scream with joy, but they managed to contain themselves. It was really him, Santa Claus was in their house and was eating the biscuits they had made for him.

"I helped make them too, you know?" then a familiar voice intervened and the two children were surprised to see their mother join Santa Claus in the kitchen.

Santa Claus turned to look at her and Aurora and Louis could see him better. He was dressed just as their parents described him, but he was just a little thinner. And they didn't see the sack full of presents, but that was probably because he left it on the sleigh.

"Oh yes i know, Santa knows everything" he said, moving closer to her.

When they saw him tighten his arms around their mother's body, Aurora and Louis opened their eyes and mouths again, but this time not with happiness.

“Then you should also know that i am already happily married, Mr. Claus” Y/n retorted, resting her hands on his chest.

"Just a little innocent kiss, my dear. Your husband won't know anything..." Santa murmured, smiling from under his beard. “Unless you want to end up on the naughty kids list”

Aurora covered her mouth with her hand, while Louis clutched his sister's shirt in his hands when they saw Santa Claus kiss their mother on the lips, the same way their father did.

No, that was too much, they thought that Santa Claus was good, not that he forced their mommy to kiss him without their daddy knowing.

Louis backed away and quickly went back up the stairs, going to lock himself in his room, sad. He didn't want their parents to break up because of Santa Claus.

Aurora, on the other hand, was angry with Santa Claus and decided that she would never want to deal with him again! Santa Claus no longer had to interfere in his family.

Meanwhile, back downstairs, you and Charles hadn't even noticed the presence of your children, too busy with your little play.

“Mhh, wait-” you murmured, pulling away for a few seconds after the two of you kissed. "Sorry honey, but first i think it's best to take this off"

With one hand you pulled the fake beard off his face, happy to be able to see him as "young" as before and you smiled.

"That's better"

Charles smirked and brought his face closer so he could give another kiss, a kiss that tasted like freshly baked cookies.

///

The next morning, when you woke up, you were surprised that your children hadn't already run into your room to call you to open the presents.

“Charles…” you murmured, turning to him.

You saw him move his eyelids and then open his eyes, as he pulled you closer to his body with the strength of his arm.

“Good morning, sweetheart” he murmured with a smile which you returned. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mh, 'morning. I slept very well, my love. How about you?"

“I always sleep well when you're in bed with me” he replied, stroking your hair, but then a look of confusion painted his face. "The kids?"

"That's what i was wondering too. Shall we go wake them up?"

"They'll probably come soon, let's stay here for another five minutes" he mumbled with a smile, closing his eyes and nuzzling his nose against your cheek "I want to cuddle you a bit"

Even though you were slightly worried about your children, you could never refuse a proposal like that from him.

“Just for five minutes,” you replied, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder and hug him.

"Yes ma'am"

But five full minutes did not pass. After a couple of minutes of cuddling, someone knocked on your bedroom door and Charles invited them in.

Aurora stepped out from behind the door, with Louis behind her, holding her hand.

"Maman, papa, can we ask you something?" She asked, making your eyebrows furrow.

They didn't seem happy at all and hadn't even said good morning.

“Sure, darling” you replied, sitting up and patting the mattress with one hand, inviting them to join you.

The two children walked over to your bed and climbed onto it, sitting down in front of you.

“Mommy…” Louis looked at you, clutching his hands. "Do you love daddy?"

You and Charles exchanged a surprised look, but then you smiled.

"Of course i love daddy. Why do you ask?"

"But do you really love him? I mean, really really?" Louis continued and you giggled, nodding.

"Yes, love. I really really love him"

"And you will never leave each other, right?" Aurora then asked, alternating her gaze from you to Charles. “You wouldn't leave daddy for Santa, would you?”

At those words your heart sank, fearing for the worst.

"My darlings, daddy and i love each other so much. I would never leave him" you said and to demonstrate the truth in your words, you reached out a hand towards Charles', intertwining your fingers. "Not even for Santa Claus or any other person in the world. Why these questions?"

Louis lowered his head, while Aurora crossed her arms.

"Because Santa Claus is in love with you, mommy. And that's not good"

At those words you almost wanted to laugh, but you managed to stop yourself, seeing the seriousness of your children. You turned to look at Charles and saw him smiling in amusement.

"Oh yeah? Is Santa Claus in love with mommy? And how do you know that, sweetheart?" Charles asked.

“Because we saw it!” Aurora exclaimed and you and Charles widened your eyes.

You subconsciously squeezed Charles' hand nervously. Oh shit, had they discovered you?

"Last night Santa Claus came to our house and ate the cookies! But then he wanted to give mommy a kiss and mommy said she was already married to you. But he said if she didn't give him a kiss, he would put her on the naughty list! That's not fair!"

Oh God.

"A-And then he gave her a kiss!" Louis then continued, looking at you with shining eyes. "Santa gave mommy a kiss when daddy wasn't there! He was bad!"

A couple of tears fell from Louis' eyes and you and Charles felt your hearts swell with tenderness.

“Oh Lou…” you murmured, releasing Charles’ hand so you could invite your son to hug you. "Come here sweetie, it's okay. Don't worry"

Louis hugged you tightly and you patted his head, glancing at Charles, and that's when he intervened.

"Ok petits monstres, écoutez-moi attentivement. (Okay little monsters, listen to me carefully)" Charles began softly, looking at the two children. "Santa Claus was wrong to steal a kiss from mommy in secret, we don't do these things. But i can assure you that mommy and i will never leave each other, no matter how many other people want kisses from her. And we will never leave you two. Mh?"

Louis nodded and sniffed and Aurora did the same. Charles gave them a reassuring smile and held out both pinkies, one each.

“I promise” he said.

You copied your husband, holding up both your pinkies.

"I promise you too, my loves"

The two children smiled heartily and intertwined their little fingers with yours and then you and Charles kissed them on their cheeks.

"But... But then what did you and Santa do, maman?" Aurora asked looking at you. "After he gave you a kiss he left, didn't he?"

Looking at her you understood how she was less and less happy with the presence of Santa Claus in her home, she was a completely different little girl compared to the one you had put to sleep the night before.

“Well after Santa stole a kiss from me, papa came to save me and chased him away” you replied with a smile, glancing at Charles, who felt himself blushing slightly under your gaze.

"Really?!" the two children asked and Charles nodded.

"Of course. Nobody kisses mommy but me" he replied in a mock resolute tone.

"And me!" Aurora exclaimed immediately afterwards, raising her arm.

"And me too!" Louis continued, copying his sister.

“My heroes” you giggled tenderly, looking at all three of them. "No one else deserves my kisses besides you, you're all right. Come here"

Aurora crawled towards you, so she could receive a kiss on the forehead and you gave the same to Louis. Then you turned to Charles, who already had his cheek turned to you, with his cute dimple showing. You kissed his cheek, then you placed a hand under his chin and made him turn towards you, so you could give him a small kiss on the lips.

Aurora made a noise of disgust, but in reality both she and her little brother were more than happy to know that Santa Claus had not ruined their family.

"Good. Now who wants to open their presents?" Charles asked, clapping his hands once and the two little ones let out excited squeals.

So you all got out of bed and walked towards the stairs, Louis in your arms and Aurora holding Charles' hand.

“Papa” she said, lifting her head to look at him.

"Oui, chérie? (Yes?)"

"Next Christmas i don't want Santa Claus coming anymore" she muttered with a small pout.

"Are you sure Aurora?" you asked her. "What if he doesn't bring you presents anymore?"

But she shook her head.

"I don't care. I just don't want him to take you away, maman"

"Aww"

“That means i get to eat his cookies” Charles said, turning to look at you with a smirk.

As if he hadn't devoured all of them the night before.

“Yes daddy, you'll must eat them all” Louis interjected nodding frantically, wrapping his arms around your neck protectively. "So he learns not to kiss mommy anymore"

And both you and Charles laughed again, going down with your children to the living room to unwrap the presents that had been left under the tree all night.

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