#prince!charles leclerc x reader

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𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 — charles leclerc

pairing: prince!charles leclerc x reader ; prince!charles leclerc x princess!reader ; prince!dad!charles leclerc x princess!mom!reader

summary: in which the royal family and prince charles leclerc finally spoke out about the rumors of an affair between him and the actress.

warning: english is not my native language, use google translation

au: yea yea i know some people don’t like the cheating plot, but i think it’s just so bored if everything just go so smooth :(((

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y/n_leclerc I’m posting this just to let you know that our marriage life is still as great as it is before every false rumor, a false rumor always a false rumor so I’m not worried or even care about it, and beside that we’re planning on having our 2nd child together!! 🫶🏻 You might ask who idea it is right? It’s my husband Charles and our son Christian Arthur just ask me if I can give him little sister or little brother, and my husband also said he want a mini Y/n running around the house.

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charles_leclerc ❤️ Tellement chanceux de t'avoir

⤷ y/n_leclerc Christian and I are so lucky to have you by our side

arthur_leclerc Can’t wait to meet a new addition of Y/n Leclerc

⤷ y/n_leclerc Wait what 😂 I’m not even pregnant yet how do you know its going to be a baby girl

ilovecharlesleclerc_ Hii, may i ask what is Prince Christian Arthur hobby?

⤷ y/n_leclerc Oh, he love go-karting, him and Charles use to go-karting every weekend. They LOVE F1

favgirly/n The way she’s so calm makes me love her even more

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charles_leclerc I, Prince Charles Leclerc of Monte Carlo would like to declear the rumor one more time, that there are no romantic relationship betwen us, the only love that I shared is for Y/n and Christian. And that’s it

Also I wanted to said this to @y/n_leclerc

I must say how happy I am to have a wife who is always willing to help me solve problems in a very calm way, whenever I have difficult problems to solve, Y/n always being the one to help me find different solutions made me respect her even more. More than that, I always feel lucky to have her as my wife and mother of my children.

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viennajaula_ We need a sorry from you @kristiannabailee_official 🙂 you better post it or i’m gonna have to “hunt” you down myself

redferarri Why the worst things always happen to our Charles, he’s the nicest guy and Y/n too they’re just jealous of them!! 😩

genni See i told you, he never ever do that horrible things

blueivyy Not gonna, i hate that girl so much she can’t even say hi to her fan

⤷ loveliee She’s super mean, mean to every single fan

lanadelreysmywife Y/n, the most beloved Princess of Monte Carlo 😩😩😩😩😩

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kristianabailee_official Hi, I'm Kristiana Bailee and you probably know me from my role or with the most recent rumor that I'm in a relationship with Prince Charles Leclerc but in reality it's just me. Yes, I have feelings for Prince Charles Leclerc and I want to write this post to apologize to the fans who have suffered the hurt, the disappointment caused by me and more especially, I want to apologize to Prince Charles Leclerc and Princess Y/n of Monte Carlo for causing these unnecessary misunderstandings.

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krisanddede That’s okay, atleast you know what you doing is wrong. We forgive you

theleclercfaam Should i believe her or not :))

y/nismyqueen The manager better keep her away from the whole royal family. They won’t know what she would do next

sophiagreen I hope Prince Christian Arthur won’t see all of this shit when he become adult, she clearly wants to ruin the reputation of Prince Charles Leclerc and the royal family!

jessica_ 🙂🙂

[miryum]

Foundling Villa- Chapter 1

Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, arranged marriage, and a mention of misogyny

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“My lady, we’re crossing the border into Enza. We should be arriving in an hour.” You nodded at your maid, indicating that you had heard her. You didn’t look away from the window. 

“What do you think the prince will be like?” A younger maid gossiped quietly. The older maid shook her head at the inexperienced one, shushing her. “Sorry, ma’am,” the youngest maid whispered in your direction, head hung low. You think she’s named Elena. Your other maid who had been with you since you turned fourteen was a lovely woman named Sara. She knew not to interrupt your stupor. 

Elena’s words dug at you, though. What was he like? The prince and you had only communicated through one letter. Your family had urged you to write to him, and so you did. You received a short letter in reply. There hadn’t been any communication since.

Your mother had told you the carriage ride would be short. She was wrong. It was too quiet, giving you time to dig up anxieties you had attempted to repress.

You were starting to feel guilt about your last days in Williams- the kingdom that your mother and father ruled. You had avoided your family during the final nights of your stay. You weren’t sure if it was out of contempt or not wanting to see your brothers and sisters pitying faces. You had stayed huddled in your room, watching stoically as Sara and Elena tried to get your opinion on what to pack. 

At first, when your parents told you that for the prosperity of the kingdom, they were marrying you off to an obscure prince in Enza, you were angry. You had watched your older sisters get married off, one by one, each with varying results. One of your sisters gained a connection with their husband and fell in love. Another sister became sweet friends with their husband, and while there was no romantic love, there was a strong platonic relationship. Your last sister was married to a prick and rightly hated him. He was misogynist and had anger issues that bullied your sister into submission. 

If you got nothing else, you were satisfied with being friends with the prince. 

So your anger turned to sad acceptance. At least Enza was a beautiful place.

Your older brother had his choice of mistresses for his bride, in which all had been vetted to see if they were a proper fit to be Queen of Williams. Your youngest brother still had some years of freedom before your parents started pointing out the eligible ladies in court. 

But the prince of Enza had no choice. While his older brother needed a suitable queen and therefore had his pick, the younger prince was just another pawn in the game of hierarchical chess. The kingdoms of Enza and Williams both had something to gain from the other and you and the prince were simply the bond of that compromise. Enza, being the bigger and stronger empire, would protect Williams in times of need, while Williams, being a small mining community, promised to supply Enza with gold and iron. Neither kingdom could stab the other in the back with their heirs married.

“There’s a house,” you spoke for the first time during the trip. “A couple kilometres away from Enza’s palace. We’re going to pass it soon. It’s not far from the border.” You took a breath, shaking with the realisation of your future. “I’m going to buy it. The prince isn’t in line for the throne, so I’m not required to live at the palace. It has five bedrooms with adjacent bathrooms. The kitchen is a small thing, but manageable. There’s a sweet little fireplace in the sitting room, which, with a little bit of rearrangement, can double as a dining room. But my favourite part,” you paused and pointed out the window. “Look, there it is.” The two maids stared out the window with you, all three of you taking in a large farmhouse in the distance. Compared to William’s palace, it was small, but any peasant would think it was an empire. The house was three stories and coloured a light baby blue. The windows were painted a bright white that stood out in contrast. There was a wrap-around porch that a small swing hung from. “You can’t see it,” you said, “but the best part is in the back. There’s this large field that leads to a forest.” The house was long gone, but you still gazed out the window hopefully. Sara and Elena exchanged a glance. “I’m hoping to employ a small staff. I’ll have to get a cook, of course, and maybe a cleaner. And then a stable master.” 

“A stable master, my lady?” Sara wondered if she heard you right. 

“Yes. Wouldn’t it be lovely to finally buy a horse or two? You know that mother never wanted me to ride, so I’ve only ridden a couple times. I would love to choose a name and develop a connection with a horse.” 

“And what about the prince, ma’am?” Elena wondered. 

You shrugged. “He can choose whatever he wants. After the wedding night, I’m not required to stay. Neither is he. If he wants to stay at the palace, he can. If he wants to visit me, I’ll allow it. And if he would like to try and live with me… we’ll see how it goes.” After a moment of thought, you said, “I think I’ll name the house the Foundling Villa.” 

The countryside slowly changed to a small village and then a quaint market. You saw people milling about, carrying a carton of eggs, hauling water from the well, or dragging a cow through the street. Most people stopped and stared at seeing an aristocratic carriage prance through their streets. You pressed your body against the seat and stared straight ahead, knowing that it made it harder for people outside to see you. You didn’t want them to see you. You couldn't have them see you. 

Elena peeked out the window and a little girl waved excitedly at her. Elena waved back. The girl clapped happily and tugged at her mother’s arm. 

Slowly, the carriage turned to an inclined road and the palace came into view. Sara sucked in a breath and blinked owlishly at the sight before her. Elena muttered an, “Holy shit.” You frowned at it. It looked like it was overly compensating for something. It was a massive building built with large blocks of brick and stone that looked like it could house the entire population of Williams. The flag of Enza flew proudly from the spires. An impressive perron stood imposingly before you, laid with a red carpet. The King, Queen, and the three princes of Enza stood on the steps to welcome you. 

The reality of it all finally crashed down on you. You were supposed to marry a man who you had only heard of through one letter. You had only seen him in portraits. You were expected to move to another kingdom, which you had never set foot in, and never return home unless accompanied by your new husband. 

You shook your head widely and your hands clutched around the dress you’d chosen this early morning. “I can’t.” You stated, “Turn this around. I want to go home. Turn the carriage around.” 

“My lady, you must go,” Elena pleaded. “They’re waiting.” 

“No!” You cried, “I am not going to marry him! You can’t make me! I will not walk out there to my doom. Take me back to Williams.” You tried to sound stern, but emotion cracked through. Outside, you saw the youngest brother whisper something to your fiancé.

“Milady,” Sara tried her hand at calming you down. “Princess. Y/n!” You whipped around to look at her. “All you have to do,” Sara leaned forward and clasped your hands in hers. “Is go out there and bow to the King and Queen. That’s it. Then Elena and I will be with you the entire rest of the way. We’ll be by your side walking through the doors, finding your room, getting you prepared for dinner, and if you want, we could even take dinner in your room instead of with the family. But you must step out of the carriage.” 

Your jaw clenched and reluctantly nodded. Sara smiled softly and then knocked on the wall. The footman jumped down and opened the door for you. You exhaled, your heart pounding like you just lost a sprint, took the footman’s hand, and stepped out. 

And then you make eye contact with Charles Leclerc, Prince of Enza, and your future husband.

[ch44rles]

pov: you open ur front camera but ur charles leclerc

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┃ pairings ➣ 〔 ❛ charles leclerc x singer!reader❜ 〕

┃ summary ➣ 〔 ❛ a former couple reunites years after they split up, and growth as well as development was the only thing they have similarities now. ❜ 〕

┃ face claim ➣ 〔 ❛ Beabadobee ❜ 〕

┃ warnings ➣ 〔 ❛ swearing, cheating ❜ 〕

I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit, been saying "yes" instead of "no"

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I give you my first ever full length album (Your Nickname)topia! i give my warmest gratitude to all of my supporters both old and new, thank you for staying by my side through the rocky roads.

I LOVE YOU ALL SO FCKIN' MUCH! 🫶

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nayeonny‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ she slays every. fucking. time. and she knows it

cl16supremacy ‎ ‎ ‎ did Charles just liked her post?? I'm here for it!

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And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow, and it's alright now

❝ here goes fucking nothing ❞ (Y/n) sighed as she opened the door entering a secluded cafe in the downtown of Monte Carlo in Monaco, she didn't even know why she agreed to meet up with her ex after 2 years of splitting up or maybe she couldn't handle and grew tired Charles' perseverance to talk about their relationship and opting to stay friends with her after the things that happened between them

"well hello there my favorite singer, it's nice to see you after awhile" Charles greeted the 23 year old singer, standing up and smiling at her "Fuck off, we all know you love Coldplay, and it's not nice to see you again" (Y/n) said in a sarcastic tone rolling her eyes at the driver, earning a slight laugh from him as they side hugged eachother before sitting on the dimly lighted window section of the small cafe

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But we were something, don't you think so?, roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool and if my wishes came true It would've been you

It's been clearly 2 years after their split, and even thought the two had known each other all their lives and had been recently talking to eachother time to time (Y/n) is still sensing a bit of awkward tension between them which Charles' had sensed and him deciding to break it with a question "so how's life treating you?" The driver asked smiling at her

"Good I guess, touring around the world made me discover some things about myself and it's a free touring accomodations in some way" The girl answered chuckling in the last part earning a nod from the driver clearly listening to her and smiling "you?, Is Ferrari still treating you like shit?" The Ferrari driver couldn't help but chuckle at what the girl had just said but he couldn't deny it, in a slightest bit it was true

"You could say that, this season has been quite shitty" the monacan driver answered a hint of sadness was quite evident from the way he spoke, (Y/n) couldn't help, she has literally no choice, but to cheer him up by leaning in and patting his shoulder saying "It's still not half of the season right?, you can do it" the girl encourage the driver chuckling a bit

"Anyways how's your life in general?" Charles questioned the singer smiling at her softly, he was genuinely curious on what's happening her life after not seeing her for 2 years and a half

"good, I think I've change quite a lot after the split" (Y/n) answered "How about you?" she questioned sipping her tea "Well I can say the same thing to myself" Charles chuckled a questioned suddenly popped on his mind and it was a risky one...

"Can I be honest?, after our relationship ... did the question 'Maybe we should've worked our differences rather than splitting?" Charles sighed deeply after saying that, god he knew this was so random and out of the bag but he wanted to know

(Y/n) just nodded, she didn't know what words to say at that exact moment, she was shocked truly, but it was true her 19 year old self should've fought to make their relationship better but it was too late now, they have their own spouses and different lives and reputations to live up to

And Charles knew that, he knew that from the bottom of his heart, no matter how much he admired her as a person and an ex lover, he couldn't see himself falling in love with her again.

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I have this dream you're doing cool shit, having adventures on your own

August 12, 2023: two years after the break up.

"Give it up for [stage name]" the host introduces (Y/n) to the audience holding the artist's new album the camera pans to (Y/n) as she started singing a new song from her album

It has been a two years after the break up between one of the IT couples of formula 1, (Y/n) (Y/l/n) and Charles Leclerc, they had dated for almost 3 years before ending their relationship, and between those two years alot had changed.

Charles became one of the most popular and successful formula 1 driver this generation, and is thriving on his own.

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While (Y/n) despite having a hiatus, her career in the music industry is sky rocketing, brand deals, guestings and shows left and right.

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You meet some woman on the internet and take her home

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You know the greatest loves of all time are over now

flashback to the night they fell apart.

"You know what?, I'm so fucking tired of this relationship, if you can't stay your fucking penis in your pants I might just fucking cut it and this relationship at this point." (Y/n) screamed as tears started to fall from her eyes to her cheeks accusingly pointing a finger to Charles, she seen him with her friend again, Alexandra.

"Darling, is it so bad that I hang out with your friend? I mean my friends are your friends too right? Why can't I do the same thing?" Charles tried explaining his side, I mean it's normal to kiss your girlfriend's friend in the neck and basically caress their back

"That's what you call a hang out? You're basically flirting with each other, gosh, I thought I could trust you!" the singer says frustrated, she thought that Charles was different, a Gentleman but she thought wrong, Charles tried hugging her but she pushed him away

"Darling I—" Charles tried to reason more but (Y/n) stopped him for explaining more nonsense.

"You and me, we're done" (Y/n) sighed as she gets her purse from the gray couch and started heading to their shared penthouse's front door

But before she leaves for good from this apartment and their relationship "be fucking ready asshole" the singer spat closing the door loudly, Charles couldn't do anything but just sit on the floor and contemplate, what the fuck did she meant by 'be ready'

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If one thing had been different, would everything be different today?

present times.

A few hours later, the city lights were slowly starts to fade into the darkness of the night and the only thing that illuminates the light was the moon and the loudness of the streets from earlier that can be heard even in the most secluded part of the cafe was long gone now and is replaced by the jazz music player in the speaker of the cafe.

"It was actually nice to see you after what happened between us" Charles sincerely looked at his former girlfriend and potential friend "You don't know how much this conversation meant to me, I know I was an asshole but you giving me a chance to catch up with you was everything I wished for" he continued speaking with sincerity as he thanked the girl, Charles was truly thankful.

"I would say the same, this was a fulfilling way to face our unresolved conflict in our relationship" (Y/n) agreed on what the driver had said as she offered her hand to him

"well it was nice to see you Charles, you were a wonderful experience in my life"

Charles shaked the singer's hand and he hugged her suddenly, he couldn't contain himself, she became his everything in his life even if it was only temporarily and he treasures her for that.

"Thank you" Charles whispered to the singer's ear before he let go of her, as they leave to go on their seperate ways.

As the night concludes for the ex couple, one thing that they have in their mind their love maybe called a folktale, they believed the stories from their parents that they were meant to be and would marry each other and grow old together however destiny had different plans, and since one was too reckless and the other was too calculated.

But would there be a different outcome if they would be someone different from who they are now? would they be together in this lifetime if they were just simple folks?

They might not now the answer to that as we do too but as the words go "if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow and it's alright now."

Growth helps people to become better for themselves and for others, even if (Y/n) and Charles didn't end up together as they believed they would, they had become better and fulfilled things on their own and maybe in the next life when everything is different they may achieve the same things but hand in hand.

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*:･ﾟ✧* ── 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫, c. leclerc

( royal!charles leclerc au )

𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄, the House of Verstappen announces the betrothal of its youngest daughter, Princess Cecilia Verstappen, to Prince Charles of House Leclerc

“my hand was the one you reached for, all throughout the 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫.”

— taylor swift, the great war

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍 values her freedom above all else. She's been a wandering spirit, a lone wolf, if you will, for as long as she can remember. Her heart and soul belongs in the wind between the trees and on the rushing waters of the river that flows through her home. It most certainly doesn't belong to the young prince of her father's rival Kingdom, and, she swears, it never will.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐂 doesn't exactly have marriage on his mind at fourteen years of age either, but, as he has learnt over the years, the needs of his family and his people always have to come first. If getting married to the annoying, spoiled girl who taunts him and runs away whenever he tries to speak to her is his duty, then he swears he will do it. Albeit reluctantly.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 are out of options. In a world where their two kingdoms are constantly on the brink of war, they have no choice but to make their less than favourable situation work. Yet, as time passes, and secrets are revealed, they discover that perhaps they aren't so different after all; and maybe, just maybe, they need each other just as much as their kingdoms need them.

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚    nadia parkes as

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 of house verstappen

*ੈ✩‧₊˚    charles leclerc as

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 of house leclerc

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇!

max verstappen as 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐗 of house verstappen

lily james as 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐓 of monteo

alicia vikander as 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐇 of hasselia

janet montgomery as 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐘𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 of hasselia

the royal families as themselves

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THE LEADER | (c.leclerc)

summary: the new boy in your class is funny, so you befriend him. What happens when you find out who he really is? And what holds the future for the both of you?

wordcount: 3.4K words

pairing: royal!charlesleclerc x fem!reader

warnings: reader is a child for now

notes: hope you like this! It’s a series I wanted to do for weeks now, next part will be out when it’s done. Charles is the oldest of the three brothers because otherwise he couldn’t be the king later on.

When you met Charles, you didn’t even know who he was. Well, kind of.

You grew up in Monaco and as a little girl, you didn’t understood the monarchy. You knew that there was a king and a queen and you knew that they were quite powerful, but that was it.

So when a young good looking boy joined your class in fourth grade, you immediately crushed on him. How could you not, with his dark blue uniform, his brown messy but neat hair, his brown eyes, and big smile. You were nine years old and he was ten, of course everyone had a crush on him, but he choose to sit next to you, you were over the moon.

When he sat next to you, the only thing he could say was a quiet ”Bonjour!“, which you returned, but you both were too shy to say anything else.

You clicked instantly, always talking, always laughing, and always doing something together, whether it was during lunch break or when you had free time during class.

The odd thing was, he was never able to go on play dates. Now you understood why, but when you were little you couldn’t understand, you were always sad about it and had one or two tantrums at home because of it. I mean, how unfair that his parents always said no.

You guys continued the close friendship you had over the year. After two months, there was no Y/N or Charles there was just Y/N and Charles.

When you found out that he was the crown prince, it was a dark day. It’s not like you were mad or anything. You were ten years old, you didn’t understand much yet, you just thought he was a normal kid, your best friend, not a prince and at some point in his life, king.

You remember the days as if it was yesterday.

It was summer break, and you played with your Barbie doll as the TV was on after getting out of the pool, waiting for your mum to finish dinner. You had an open-plan house so your mum could see the TV and what you were doing.

Your mum had turned on the TV on some typical gossip TV show, where they showed the newest gossip of the celebrity world.

When she let out a sigh and said: ”Look Y/N, the king and his family enjoying the day on their boat.“

It was important to her, that you knew the king and the queen, to be a loyal resident.

So when you looked up and saw Charles with a big smile and a towel around his shoulders, you pointed with your pointer finger to the TV and said: ”But mom, that’s Charles, from school. He‘s my best friend, he‘s not the prince.“

That shocked your mother. She‘d never seen your friend Charles before, as you always went to the afternoon program the school offered and Charles didn’t, so she never saw him at drop off or pick up.

”Sweetheart, are you sure? Because that’s the crown prince, his name is also Charles, maybe you got them mixed up. I don’t think that the crown prince goes to a local primary school.“

But you insisted that it was him. Your mum thought that you were making things up in your head, she could not imagine that he went to a primary school, she thought that he was either homeschooled or went to a premium primary school, where only the rich kids would go.

”I‘ll pick you up after the summer break, the new school doesn’t offer an afternoon program, so you could maybe introduce me to your Charles.“

You just nodded and started playing with your doll again, not thinking anything from it, you were sure it was a mixup, that your Charles wasn’t the Prince Charles.

Fast forward to the first day of the new school where Charles and you went. The school was out for the new day. You just left your new classroom and went to the lockers where you stored the new and heavy books. You took Charles by his hand and you said to him: ”Let’s go, my mum wants to meet you!“, but when you wanted to pull him with you, he stopped you. You turned to him and asked him what was wrong.

”Are you sure that she can meet me?“, you looked at him confused. He was your best friend, why couldn’t she meet him?

But the truth was, Charles, was told by his parents and the staff to not meet any parents or something like that, because they wanted him to be a normal child, going to school because before he knows he must do everything the protocol needs him to. It was no big secret, that he went to a public school, and a few parents saw him at pick up, but they didn’t think much of it, just like your parents, thinking that this wasn’t the crown prince, but more like a boy, that looked like him.

The teachers were all advised that they should just treat him like a normal pupil, grade him how his school performance was, and no ’your majesty‘. He was Charles, a boy that just lived in a palace instead of a normal house. Just like the other kids he had to do his homework, study for tests, and behave accordingly. But on school trips, the teachers had to have an extra eye on him, he even got security to accompany him. It wasn’t obvious, but wherever the class went, there was always a big man following them.

So when you looked at him confused, he shook his head, ”Y/N, I can’t meet your mum.“

”Why not? It’s not like she‘s the queen“, you joked. Bad joke. Really bad joke. But how were you supposed to know? He never told you.

”But maybe my mum is“, you choked on your saliva and your eyes widened.

”Charles this isn’t funny.“, you let go of his hand.

”I‘m not being funny Y/N.“

”So it was actually you on the TV during summer break?“

”Yeah, they like to report our life.“

”But you’re my Charles, you can’t be royal.“

”I am your Charles, I just have a different lifestyle than you thought I had.“

”Why did you never tell me?“

”I didn’t think that it was that important, we‘re friends because of how well we get along and I was scared that people would try to befriend me just because I am a prince. Or my parents were scared.“

You felt your whole world crashing down, you were 10, so of course you were a little dramatic with it.

”Is this why we could never meet outside of school? I always wanted to play with you, but you always said that your parents said no.“

”It’s because they said no, they didn’t want anyone in the palace and if I go somewhere, that is dangerous, you never know what some people are up to, I don’t mean that in a bad way, but my parents are scared that something could happen to me.“

You understood, but you were shocked. Did you need to be formal with him now? Call him certain things or bow in front of him?

”My mum is waiting, I need to leave.“

You turned around and rushed to the exit of the school. All you could hear was a faint: ”Y/N, wait.“ but you didn’t turn around. Your mum always told you, that you needed to do a formal greeting when you saw the king or the queen, Monaco is a small city, you may come across the king when you’re on a walk in certain places. She never told you how to greet the prince. Do you need to bow as well? Shake his hand firmly? Address him with a special name?

When you saw your mum waiting for you at the gate of the school you let out a breath.

”Can we hurry home? I want to tell you something.“

So you did just that. And when you sat on the couch you told your mum that ’Charles from school‘ was actually ’Charles the crown prince‘. You could see that her posture changed. Excited to be near a royal but scared that you could’ve said something that could upset the family. So when you finished the story of what happened at the lockers with Charles, you had questions.

”How do I greet him? Do I need to shake his hand as well or bow? And do you think that he can come over now? I want to show him my room.“

Your mother clearly didn’t know what to tell you, she never thought that a situation like this would appear in her life. She needed to speak to your father about this.

”Why don’t you go play and we can talk about this when Dad is home? Lunch will be done soon as well.“

You agreed and when your dad was home, he spoke to your mum, you all sat on the couch ready to talk. Your dad started.

”Mum and I talked about Charles and darling, you do have other friends outside of Charles, right? Because we think it’s best if you focus on them a little more. Charles can be a complicated friend, he is the crown prince. I don’t think he can ever come over for a play date, it’s a dangerous thing for him.“, you thought about the words Charles told you earlier, ”You need to bow when you see him, and maybe ask him if you need to call him crown prince Charles or if prince Charles is enough. The royal family is an important part of Monaco, Y/N. I hope you understand this. He‘s not just your friend, but the future reign of the country, that’s a big thing.“

You nodded understandingly and so you didn’t want the next day to come, scared of how he will react if you call him crown prince Charles.

What you didn’t know, the discussion that happened in the palace over dinner that day.

The Leclerc family sat at the long table in one of the dining rooms they had, over some smoked salmon and Charles was telling his parents how he told his friend, who he is.

”She wanted me to meet her Mum and I said no“, the king gave a nod of approval, while collecting some salmon on his fork, ”and then I told her that I am the prince of Monaco because she tried to drag me to her mum.“

The king was about to put his fork full of salmon in his mouth, but let the silverware fall down where it landed on the old plate with a loud clink, while his eyes widened.

”You what? Charles that is unacceptable. You know how important it is for you to be safe. The more people that know where you go to school, the more uneasy it will get for you there. Maybe we should move you back to your old school. It’s too dangerous, I knew it from the beginning but you insisted on being a normal boy. Charles, one day you will be the king of Monaco. You need to take this a little more seriously, it’s not something you do lightly.“

Charles suddenly felt really small on his chair, his head sunk and his jeans pocket was more interesting than the food that was served on the table.

”We need the staff to call your school and maybe you can go back to your old school again, it’s safer.“

”But Dad, please let me go back there tomorrow. Maybe she didn’t even tell anyone and I can continue my school journey on the normal school. I know that I will be the king, but at the old school, they reminded me of that daily. It was refreshing to not be the crown prince for once. And Y/N is my best friend. I don’t want to leave her, I finally have a genuine friend. You should meet her, she‘s lovely.“

”You can only go if you take Ben with you, he‘ll be by your side the whole day. You will notice sooner or later that you won’t have many friends if you’re the king. Get used to it, Y/N will move on faster than you will know.“, with that he ushered the maid to get Ben to wait in his office to talk about the next day. Ben was the kids’ security, he was a big, bulky man. In front of the king and queen a rather cold guard, but whenever he was alone with the kids he was playful, funny, and always down for some mischief. Charles liked him a lot because he was allowed to run around and play whenever he was out with Ben.

Charles was sad about what his father told him, he didn’t think that Y/N would move on fast, you guys were like Bonnie and Clyde, you only worked together. He hoped he didn’t ruin your friendship because he was the prince of Monaco.

The next school day couldn’t come fast enough for Charles.

Charles came to school a little earlier than usual, while you were running late, which was unlike you. You were always the early one, having to wait for Charles. So when Charles waited for you in the schoolyard for 10 minutes and you still didn’t show up at your usual meeting spot, he scoffed and made his way to the classroom. He was scared that you wouldn’t come today or you suddenly were sick.

But he wasn’t prepared for what he saw when he came into the classroom.

You, sitting next to Cassandra and talking to her squad. That was on the other end of the room where your seats were. He tried to get eye contact with you but failed miserably. Just when the teacher came into the classroom and ushered everyone to go to their assigned seats, you looked at him, while taking your seat.

”Y/N, why didn’t you wait for me at our meeting spot? Are you still mad because of the thing yesterday?“

”I‘m sorry my prince, I didn’t mean to upset you.“, was all you pressed out while staring at the blackboard, where the lesson had already started.

”My wha-? Y/N you can’t be serious, I‘m Charles, stop with the nonsense.“

”But you are the prince of Monaco, our future King, I can’t address a royal by their first name.“

Charles took a breath and wanted to answer you when your teacher spoke up.

”Y/N and Charles, I know the Summer break was fun and all that, but you can tell each other all about that during the lunch break, yeah? It would be nice if you would pay attention.“

You both nodded in sync, but Charles whispered something in your ear.

”We‘ll talk about that later, I‘m Charles to you.“

You looked at him and you could see in his eyes, that he wasn’t the happiest of what suddenly happened to your friendship.

After the boring lessons, it was finally time for the lunch break. Due to you guys still being young and new to the school, you had to be guided to the hall where lunch would be served. Everybody picked their buddy’s on the first day of school and it was no question that you and Charles were buddies. Now you regretted it, the awkward silence between you two was unbearable.

Before you reached the hall, Charles spoke up.

”What was that this morning? I‘m still your best friend Charles.“

”My parents said, I need to call you prince and be formal when I talk to you because you are the heir of the country. And I don’t want to hurt you if I don’t.“

He was speechless. He was the same person as before he told you he was the prince.

”No Y/N, I am your Charles and we’re best friends. No prince or whatever, okay?“

”But we’ll never be normal friends, I’ll never be able to visit you at your home and you can’t come to my house. I’ve always wanted to show you my room and the new toy I got.“

”What if you come home with me after school tomorrow? I will get my parents to allow it, I’m allowed to have friends and, normally, they visit each other.“

Before you could answer, you arrived inside the food hall and you got your lunch, pasta with bolognese. You sat opposite from Charles and it was funny to see him eating that dish, the red sauce was everywhere on his face but you didn’t look any better, he always found it hard to eat pasta with Bolognese, it just somehow ended on his face more than in his mouth. You also discussed the really important topic, if Elefant could actually fly because Charles saw Dumbo on TV last night.

So after the lunch you got back to your old self, chatting with Charles the whole time, pushing each other or tickling him when he least expected it.

So when the end of the school day neared, he got a little nervous.

”You have to ask your parents later if it’s okay if you come home with me tomorrow. They can pick you up by 6:30 pm if that’s alright. I talked with Ben the other day about how we could arrange a meet up“, he saw your confused face, ”Ben is a big guy and he always watches over me when I‘m outside but he‘s also a really good friend.“

You nodded and he continued: ”So your parents just have to come to the palace when you‘re getting picked up“, you nodded again.

”Yep, that sounds like a good plan, I‘ll ask Mama later. But I‘m sure she won’t mind.“

”You know, I‘ve never had friends over before, I‘m quite nervous“, you looked shocked at Charles. Never had friends over? Everybody had someone over or at least when you celebrated birthdays. You weren’t the most popular student in the class but you got along with everybody and would invite some of them to your birthday. That’s what you do, right?

”Never had friends over? How do you celebrate your birthday?“

”Well, the press comes over to take a picture of me and then I celebrate with my family. I had little to no friends in my old school, it was a snobby school and everybody tried to be my friend because they knew that I am the prince.“

”But isn’t it lonely when you have no friends?“

”I have friends, but they all live inside the palace, all the maids are nice or Ben, Ben is my best friend, apart from you of course. I also have my family. My cousins and I get along really well, and let’s not forget my younger brothers. Lorenzo is my younger brother and Arthur is the youngest. I like to play with them, I‘m never lonely because I have all these people around me.“

”That’s fun! What do we wanna do?“

”We can play in the garden, no wait, I‘ve got this really cool toy, it has lights all over it and is a ship. I want to show you it!“

While you made plans the school was out and you both said your goodbyes.

”Charles I‘ll see you tomorrow. I‘m so excited!“

”Me too Y/N! I can’t wait.“

You waved to him and walked the other way, to where your mum was waiting, after greeting her and getting in the car, ready to go home, you said: ”Charles and I made plans tomorrow!“

”Cool Y/N, what are you going to do during lunch break?“

”No mama, after school, he invited me to his house!“

She had to stop at a crosswalk to let pedestrians cross the walk and with a shocked face she turned to you.

Part two

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Masterlist :

This is the big masterlist.

For series the will have their own

Suggestions are open for those that are interested!

Lewis Hamilton :

Stress relief

Max Verstappen :

Bumped into you

Toto wolff :

Late night walks

Charles leclerc :

Jewellery

Sebastian vettle :

Fernando Alonso :

Disaster in the kitchen

James Vowels :

Through sickness

Destessing

Surprise!

F1 grid x reader

Gossip girl xoxo : part 1 / part 2 / part 3

Other fandoms

Young royals

Wilhelm :

The replacement

M&m

The new students

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i just need everyone to know i’m heavily in my charles leclerc era…i’m literally bound to it, and i just figured that was something you all should know😃😃😃😃😃😃

[alltoomaples]

this is soooo frickin adorable!!!🥹🥹🥹 cr: @thedeardiaryjournal on ig

[maryleclerc]

𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 — charles leclerc

pairing: prince!charles leclerc x reader ; prince!charles leclerc x princess!reader ; dad!charles leclerc x mom!reader

summary: in which the rumor about prince charles leclerc cheating on his wife with actress kristiana bailee, is rumor true or is it just a misunderstood?

read all my 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 series here

face-claimer: charlottesinne (but i’ll use other name, and she’ll be an actress in this series)

NO HATE TOWARD CHARLOTTE SINNE (cause i love her!!!)

english is not my native language, no experience in being a royal member or anything. this is just a fictional, please do not take it too serious! THIS SERIES WILL BE A HAPPY END SO DON’T WORRY

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y/n_leclerc Just me and my Christian Arthur in London 🫶🏻

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arthur_leclerc ❤️❤️

⤷ y/n_leclerc 🫶🏻

yourmomname Love you bby

⤷ y/n_leclerc Love you too mom

myusernameu_ What does she mean by “Just me and baby in London”?

victoriahailey WTF?:))) Why’s Kristiana like Y/n post? girl stop being jealous of their relationship! i know you’ve read the article and i KNOW FOR SURE YOU DO IT ON PURPOSE

⤷ limejuice She’s literally so jealous and now she want Charles of her own

⤷ _y/nmyheart Not a chance! this not going to happen, i am here patiently waiting for Charles to confirm these rumor

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charles_leclerc Yesterday is a fun day, I had such a great time to see my favorite team race

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arthur_leclerc Have you read the article Charles?

princessy/n He is really saying yesterday is a great day? or am i misread it?

penelopee He must be kidding me

charlesy/nleclerc Do you think its fun to start a rumor like that? @kristianabailee_official ?

kris_fan Why you all attack Kristiana for these?? In this, Kristiana is the first to come to Charles, Y/n is only a latecomer. I hope after this, our “Princess Y/n of Monte Carlo” will be less delusional :)))

[miryum]

Foundling Villa- Chapter 15

Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Tag list: @notleclerc @sunsumonner @saturnsrinqs @livster @chonkybonky @eau-rougee @champomiel @justyouraverageeverydaysimp @multifandom-loser

Warnings: smut 18+ minors dni (p in v, nudity, f receiving oral and fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex) and swearing

This chapter can be skipped if you’re uncomfortable- no major plot points other than the smut will take place. (That’s why it’s literally just the smut)

Okay, I know I just posted a couple hours ago, but I had ideas for this chapter and I just had to write it and here we are... Hope you guys like it! 😁 😅

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Charles raised a brow. “Would you like to continue the wedding night?”

Your heart started beating a little quicker. “Lead the way.”

Charles scooped you up and carried you over the threshold of your room. You laughed loudly, hitting him lightly in the chest. “What?” he winked. ”I have to make up for what we missed.” You rolled your eyes, a fluttering erupting in your stomach. 

Charles set you gently on the bed, pressing kisses down your collarbone. You pulled his face back towards yours, needing to feel his lips. Charles discarded his shirt, hissing at the cut along his arm. You stilled. “Are you sure we should be doing this? You’re hurt, Charles.”

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t stop this for all the riches in the land. It’s just a small graze. Nothing I can’t handle.”

Your hesitations were cut off with another kiss. Shrugging your robe off, you were desperate to get rid of the layers separating you and Charles. Already, you could feel heat spread along your body, circulating at the bottom of your stomach.

Your husband helped you take off your sleepwear and soon you lay to him bear, save your underwear. “Beautiful, cherié. Simply gorgeous,” Charles uttered, taking you in. 

You ran your hands down his chest, feeling the muscles and curves that you had the sole pleasure of exploring. “I could say the same to you.” 

“May I take care of you?” Charles whispered. You nodded in reply, not trusting your voice.

Charles’ mouth trailed down your body, mumbling worships and reverence. He paused at one of your breasts, glancing up at you before taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud. You gasped as he pulled at it softly, the feeling of his teeth unexpected. He repeated the action with your other breast, putting as much care and love as he had the first. 

More open-mouthed kisses trailed down your stomach stopping right above your underwear. “Y/n, are you sure? I need you to be positive you want this.”

“I want this, Charlie,” you insisted. “Honestly, your need for consent is making you more attractive.”

Charles chuckled, eyes darkening. “Call me that again.”

“What?” Your lips curved into a smile. “Charlie?” Charles groaned, hips jerking forward, desperate for friction. A spark ignited in your chest, now knowing the power you held over him. “Or… would you like me to call you… My Prince?” 

“Cherié,” Charles warned, lifting an eyebrow. “Be careful. You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Show me.” 

A moan filled the room, Charles’ head falling back. You admired the curve in his neck. “As you wish, my wife.”

His fingers curled around your underwear, tugging it off. You felt the cold air hit your bare skin and Charles murmured in appreciation, hands gracing over your hips. 

“Please, Charles.”

“Anything you want, cherié.” Charles slowly swept a finger up between your folds. You whined, wanting more. “So wet for me, hm?” Charles muttered, “so ready for me.”

His finger smoothed a faint circle over your clit and you begged, “Please, Charles, please!”

“No, princess, that’s not my name.” Charles shook his head, growing hard at the sight underneath him.

“Fine,” you conceded. “Charlie, please touch me.”

“There we go.” Charles went and licked a stripe around your bundle of nerves, moving down to tease your hole. You gasped at the sudden contact, hips bucking because you needed more. 

Charles continued to suck along your clit and you grabbed at his hair, tugging slightly. Charles let out a moan that vibrated along your folds and your breaths became shallower as you felt your heart rate pick up. Your walls clenched around nothing and you said, “Ch- Charlie, I think I’m almost there!”

You started to complain as Charles moved away from you, wanting the feeling of his mouth back. “Not yet,” he said. “I want you to come around me.” You realised what he meant when he started undoing his pants. 

During your wedding night, you had been too embarrassed and shy to look Charles in the eye when he was handling his cock. But now, Charles lifted your chin up to meet his gaze. “Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes,” you licked your lips and Charles’ gaze was drawn to it. “But shouldn’t I return the pleasure?” 

Charles’ chuckled. “Y/n, you don’t have to ‘return the favour’. Today is about you. And besides, if you truly want to, you can take charge next time.”  

Next time. A promise. It made you smile. 

You let out a desperate sound as Charles’ tip brushed your entrance. It didn’t hurt as much as last time, but adjusting to his size still stung a bit. He waited until your hips started rocking against his to match your pace. He could barely hold back a groan as he increased the speed. Using one hand to grip the headboard, Charles thrusted deeply into you, making you moan. You inhaled sharply when you felt his other hand glide down to your clit and start rubbing small circles onto the bundle of nerves. You cried out and your walls clenched around him. 

“Shit, Y/n, I don’t know how much longer I can go if you keep doing that,” Charles sucked in a breath. 

“Charlie, I think I’m about to come!” You felt the tight coil of pleasure in you build up, finally snapping, and you came around Charles. His breathing became irregular and his hips jerked back and forth. You could tell he was on the verge of joining you in ecstasy. You reached up and placed a kiss right under his ear, gently sucking on the tender spot. Charles shivered and let out a loud moan and with one last thrust, he filled you up. 

Slowly, he pulled back from you, panting. Your chest rose and fell and you tried to calm your heart. Charles didn’t pull back immediately, instead, he rested his head upon your shoulder. 

“I- I liked that a lot better than before,” you commented. 

He let out a chuckle, dragging a finger along your jaw. “You’ll get to experience it whenever you want, cherié.”

Instead of agreeing, you simply said, “I love you.”

“And I love hearing you say that,” Charles kissed your cheek. “I love you too, my princess.”

[ch44rles]

Ngl it’s giving Disney prince

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Charles Leclerc

#cl16🏎️

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prince not so charming / CL16 / PART 2

Warnings : Switch between second and third person

Summary : Prince!Charles x Princess!Reader - The prince chooses who he wants to marry and grows closer to the one he wants.

Author's Note : Link to Part 1. There will be a Part 3.

Requested? : No.

You wake up to the sound of knocking. You slip out of the bed you've slept in for this night and pad across the floor to the door. The sun is shining in bright through the curtains. You open the door, still wearing just a nightgown. Standing in front of you is one of the other princesses, also still in a nightgown, with her hair in curlers. "Princess Y/n, I've been meaning to speak with you as soon as I soon you! Can I come in?"

You sigh, but shrug, opening the door to her. The two of you sit down on the bed, and you ask, "What could it possibly be?"

"You came yesterday dressed like a peasant! And what's more, you stayed with Prince Charles longer than any of the rest of us!"

"I did...?" you ask, eyebrows furrowing. "It didn't feel like that long."

"You must've been in there three times the amount that I was, and I was in there for one of the longest amounts of time! What did you do with him in there?"

You shrug again. Of course, your mind immediately goes to the hand holding, hugging, and the kiss of your hand, but you just say, "I don't know. We just talked."

"About what?"

"I am not obligated to tell you."

She rolls her eyes. "But isn't he just dreamy?"

"Well, he's never been in my dreams, so I would say not. Anyway, is there anything else you have to tell me?"

"Just that a servant came to tell me that a breakfast is being prepared for all of us, in which the prince's advisors, Prince Charles, his mother, and his brothers will attend.. They're going to tell us which one of us Prince Charles has chosen! I'm sure it will be me! We're very close in age, you know, and I think I put forth a good image. I'm sure I have more of a chance than you do, at least."

You nod and just say vaguely, your thoughts elsewhere, "Sure... I'm sure. Anyway, would you kindly mind leaving so that I can prepare myself? Tell the servants I don't need help getting ready."

She looks at you with a strange look, and mutters, "Alright, then. I'll tell them that. See you later, Princess Y/n."

"Yes, just be on with yourself now, please."

And at that, she gets up and walks out of the room, gently shutting the door behind her. You get up to turn the lock, and then go to the wardrobe. Last night, the servants told you that everything you'll need to get ready tomorrow would be in there.

There are many dresses in there to choose from, and you decide to get dressed in a beautiful but very modest dress, as it seems like Prince Charles' advisors are very traditional people. So you first put on a corset, not too tight, before putting on a white dress with a white top and flowing silky skirts. The longer sleeves also flow out, and the dress goes down to your ankles. You bathed last night, so you put oils in your clean hair, before tying it half up. You put on plain heels that aren't too high, and some nice sparkling jewelry, and then go to your makeup.

You suddenly hear Prince Charles' unique accented voice saying in your head, Cover up your beautiful face with all that makeup?

You sigh and whisper to yourself, "Yes, Prince Charles, I'm afraid I have to." You darken your eyelashes and put slightly darker than your skin sparkling eye shadow around your eyes, before finishing it with some brown winged eyeliner. "There, Charles. That's not so bad, is it?" You brush your eyebrows and cover your imperfections, before finishing up with rouge on your cheeks and lips.

Then you exit your room. There is a servant in the hall, who immediately offers to lead you to the dining room where breakfast is going to be eaten.

When you get there, you look around to realize in embarrassment that you're the last one to arrive. But then you shrug it off, deciding that's a stupid thing to be worried about, and sit down in the empty seat.

King Lorenzo welcomes us all to the table, before everyone starts eating. Apparently, once everyone finishes their food, the three princes, the queen, and Prince Charles' advisors will exit the room and discuss the decision one last time, before coming out and announcing it.

In the meantime, you eat, and the advisors and princes start conversing with you. You keep quiet, until the youngest of the three princes, Prince Arthur, addresses you quietly, as he is sitting very near to you, "Princess Y/n."

You look up, meeting his eyes. "Yes, sir?"

His face is lit up a little as he says, "If you were to marry him, what kind of wife would you be?"

You blink in surprise at this question, and say after some thought, "Well, I suppose I'd make sure to take care of my responsibilities. I'd care about him and help him, as it would be my duty, but of course also visit my country very often, which I always care about and want to help. And when it comes to having children..." You try not to sigh. "I'd prefer to take care of them myself rather than servants."

He looks a little surprised at this comment, but nods, saying, "Alright. Thank you."

"Prince, do you have any children?"

The younger man shakes his head, responding, "No, I do not. But if I did, I wouldn't want servants taking care of them, either. Our parents always took care of me, Charles, and Lorenzo."

You nod, and once it's clear he has no more to say, turn back to your food. You have to be very mindful to sit up straight, use your napkin, and eat very cleanly, in front of all these people.

The only other person, it seems, who does not speak much at all throughout the whole meal is Prince Charles himself, the one this whole breakfast is centred around.

Finally, though, the eating is finished, and everyone exits the room, leaving only the seven princesses and the servants.

You sit. And sit. And sit and sit and sit. It seems to take an eternity, and you can only wonder what they're talking about.

And there's a nervous anticipation within you, just wondering...

Will you be the one in the end? Or will it be one of the others?

All of the girls are fidgeting and whispering, but you sit completely still, back straight, staring ahead, as your thoughts fly through your head as fast as warhorses running into battle.

"So it's the quiet one in the white dress you want to marry?"

"Yes," Charles nods, responding to one of his advisors. "She's humble, willing, kind, and the kind of woman I want to marry."

Charles' advisors look unsure, but his older brother pipes in, saying, "If Charles has finally found someone he actually wants to marry, it would be foolish to say no."

"I agree," says the boys' mother. "I trust him if he says she's the right one."

"What do you think, Prince Arthur?" asks of the advisors. "Because what if Prince Charles really doesn't know what's best for himself? I still think Princess-"

"I will not marry the fifteen year old," Charles interrupts sternly.

Arthur says, "Advisors, who am I to have a say? For I am not my brother's keeper, am I? In fact, I am younger than him. But if you ask for my words, I say let my brother do as he pleases. For if he uses his own judgement and things go bad for him, who's fault would that be? His own. He is an able adult, just like the rest of us, who can decide for himself. I doubt this will be a terrible thing, but if it is, the only one who will have to deal with that is Charles himself."

Suddenly, Charles laughs, nudging his younger brother in his ribs, saying, "I believe that may have been the most intelligent thing you've ever spoken, brother."

But the younger just rolls his eyes at this, and everyone becomes serious again as the conversation over the matter continues.

Finally, the door opens, and the group of people enter the room again. Every sits down, except for Prince Charles, who remains standing. He's wearing a very handsome outfit, with a white and gold coat, a read sash, and fitting pants. "Ladies," he begins. "All seven of you were very kind, and I would consider marrying every one of you, but in the end, one had to be chosen. After a long time of thinking it over and considering, I've decided..." He trails off, studying each of our faces, it seems, as if he's trying to build of suspense. But really, it seems more like he's hesitating.

"I've decided that I would like to marry Princess Y/n."

The whole room suddenly bursts out in surprise. All the princesses and advisors stand and shout in confusion, but before anything else can happen, Prince Charles swiftly leaps onto the table, and off on the other side, next to you, before grabbing your hand and running out of the room with you. He slams the door shut, and keeps running, still holding your hand. You trip over your cursed high heels, but Prince Charles catches you, keeping you standing, and you stutter, "P- Prince, I need to... I can't run in these shoes!"

You expect him to stop and let you take them off, but instead, he suddenly picks you up, carrying you bridal style, and keeps running. "We'll go faster like this," he says to you.

"Prince, what is all this? Where are you bringing me? Can you please put me down-"

"No. I'll explain once we get there," he says firmly.

You sigh in annoyance, but decide perhaps the smartest thing to do now is to just trust him. He runs through the halls, until he reaches a door, opens it to the outdoors, and starts running down the stone stairs in front of us. "I can run myself," you say. "It's probably hard for you... I don't want us to fall, and these are steep stairs."

"It's okay," he replies, his grip on your mid back tightening. "We're almost there anyway, and I won't fall. I've got you."

"You're... pretty strong, huh?"

"Thank you," he nods, reaching the bottom of the stairs. He runs down a beaten down path, into a little woods, jumping over roots and catching himself on the uneven ground.

"Be careful... I don't want you to trip and fall. I can run if you want..."

"Don't worry. I won't loose my footing."

And, he doesn't. You honestly can't believe how athletic he is, with so much agility, to be able to do this so easily. Soon, he stops at a clearing. The prince seems barely winded, and actually has a good mood about him. It's a sunny day, and you start look around. "We can walk now," he says before you can get a good look, and gently puts you down back on your feet "If I were you, I'd take off my shoes now."

You nod and do so, but when your feet touch the rough rocky ground, you yelp in surprise. Right away, Prince Charles does something surprising. He slips off his two boots and says, holding them out to you, "Here. Put these on."

"They'll be way too big..." you say, unsure. "And what about you? Your feet will hurt, and you'll damage your socks."

Suddenly, he smiles.

And it's a smile brighter than the midday sun up above the two of you, shining on your skin.

"Don't worry about my socks," he says, taking them off. "And my feet can handle it. I walk barefoot often enough."

But you stare at him and his little smile, barely even hearing the words coming out of his mouth. In his eyes, you can see a certain happiness, and with the smile, two dimples appear on his cheeks.

You nod, snapping back slightly back to yourself as you slip on his boots. Then you turn to him and look him in the eyes, which shine bright green in this bright lighting, and say, "You have a beautiful smile."

He looks you back in the eyes, still smiling, and says, "I'm sure you do, too, though I've never seen it."

You nod and say simply, "Do me a favor?"

"Of course."

"Never stop smiling."

He looks at you, eyes twinkling, and says with a wink, "That's a hard task, but I appreci-"

"No, but you don't understand," you interrupt, taking a step closer to him. He also takes a step closer. "I believe your smile could fix the worst day, and light up the saddest soul."

This makes him smile even more, and he wraps you in a hug, laughing a surprisingly cute little laugh. "Now I'm allowed to hug you. We're officially courting. Anyway, the place I've wanted to bring you to is right up ahead here."

You nod, and the two of you start walking. This seems to be some sort of wide kind of trail, and the middle of it is growing with long, tall grass, about Prince Charles' height, with beautiful flowers of all colors growing in it. You walk along, enjoying the warm day, inhaling the sweet scents of nature, and listening to the birds sing without a care in the world.

Soon, you come along a little shed made of wood. In front of it sit three wooden chairs. "Let's go sit there," he says, pointing to them. So you go and sit down together. After a few minutes of just sitting together, ceasing the day, watching the tall grass dance in the light breeze, Prince Charles says, "Mama, Lorenzo, and Arthur all said I should court and marry you. My advisors disagreed, and they outnumbered the four of us. The only way to get out of there was to convince them that I had given in, and that I would choose one of the other princesses. So I made it seem like I was going to. But then when I walked out, I didn't. And I grabbed you and ran, to get away."

"Well... We'll have to go back there, no?"

"Yes of course we do. I just want to wait it out. Wait until things calm down there first before going back. But I am marrying you. My heart is set on it."

"So you want to marry me that much?"

This time he looks surprised. "Why, of course!"

"Oh..." you nod.

"I'm sorry... That isn't what you wanted...?"

"No, no, no... As long as... Well, I think you're starting to grow on me," you smile at him.

And he smiles back. "There's that lovely smile. I knew it'd be beautiful."

"So, tell me about this place. Surely you aren't the only person that knows about it?"

"No, no, I'm not. Arthur an Lorenzo knows about it, and a few other guys, too."

"This place feels like it has many stories for some reason, Prince. It feels like it has a story of its own."

"I suppose it kind of does. Lots of things happened here. I love this place because of the memories. But in a strange way as well, I hate it."

"Why could that be?"

"It's empty now. It's overgrown and quiet. This was... I loved this place. I still do. Back then, no adults knew about this place. Now I suppose only adults know about it. People grow. Places grow. Places also change. But most of all, people change."

You nod, gently placing your hand on his. "Do you dislike that?"

"Maybe a little bit."

"Do you wish you were still a boy?"

"Sometimes..." he pauses. "It was good times. Good... Good memories."

"What did you do here?"

"Well, we would mostly have competitions," he starts, another beautiful smile forming on his face. "We would be racing mostly. We had our ponies, and we'd race. We did other little things too though. We arm wrestled. We would bet on who we thought would win the chariot racing championship. Sometimes inside this shed here, do little things like play cards or draw pictures. It was fun. It was good fun."

"Do you still preserve the shed?"

"Yes. I... I do." He waits a few seconds, before saying, "Sometimes it's hard to let go."

"And sometimes there are things that you should never let go. Prince Charles, when i look at you, there's something beautiful within you. An innocence that makes you child-like. Being around you feels like being free. Completely free. You're a man who longs for the freedom and joy that children have implanted in their hearts. You have an adventurous streak, and you want danger, but you have such a kind, kind heart. A heart that wouldn't want to fight. A heart that just wants to run free. And I think that's beautiful."

"I guess so, but it's not convenient," he says with a soft, sad smile, looking down.

"Nothing good is convenient. Come on now. Why don't you show my the inside of this shed?"

He nods, standing up, and swings open the door, saying, "For years I've felt like a boy and a man at the same time. Everyone else was getting older as I stayed young. But now... Now I think maybe, with you, I can... I can finally grow up."

"And if you never do completely," you say, stepping into the shed, "I'm okay with that."

In the middle of the small room is a table. Sitting on it is a stack of playing cards and some dice. On a shelf in the corner is a little kid's helmet, and a stack of wood. Sun is shining in through a window that is covered by a thin, faded curtain. There are other little knick-knacks, like a top, a little carved toy horse, a little knife, and a pair of gloves used for gardening.

But your eyes are drawn to some names carved on the wall. There is a small list, but some parts of the list stand out to you more. The first name is written is Charles, but it's crossed out, and next to it is the name Max. Then under that are the names Arthur, Pierre, and Esteban. Then at the end of the row, written again, this time not crossed out, is Charles, and underneath his name are the names Lorenzo and Jules.

"Pierre and Esteban. Those are two princes of other countries, no?"

"Yes, they are. They also still race with me."

You nod. "You all used to be friends?"

"Yeah, some of us were friends. Some of us just competed against each other. Everyone who ever came here carved their name on this wall."

"Who's Max?"

"Another guy I still race with. We've always been competitive."

"And obviously there's Prince Arthur and King Lorenzo. Who's Jules? Does he still race?"

Prince Charles seems to stare for a few seconds at the name, before saying, "No. No, he doesn't." There are a few seconds of silence, and just as you're about to ask further about Jules, Prince Charles says, "Either way, you're here now. I say you ought to write your name up there," he says, handing you the little knife.

"But I never raced h-"

"But you're here. Go on. Write it."

And so underneath Jules' name, you write your own. "Good?"

"Perfect," he says with a little wink, taking the knife back from you and setting it down.

"So does that mean Lorenzo and Arthur know where this place is, then?" you ask, but suddenly you're answered when you both hear running footsteps from outside. You both immediately turn in that direction, and hear a voice call, "Charles? Charles? Are you there? It's Arthur!"

"Yes, we're inside!" Prince Charles calls back.

And soon, the wooden door swings open, and the younger, slimmer, but likely just as strong, prince walks into the little building. "Charles," he says, looking around. "Gosh, I haven't been in here since... years."

"I figured it'd be a good place to go."

Prince Arthur nods. "Fair enough."

"What's the condition of the advisors?"

"Annoyed, but they will have to get over themselves, no?"

"True enough."

"So we go back. Princess Y/n goes home. We send a letter to her father, and then she comes back in... I don't know. Probably a week. You come back in a week to court with Charles for a month, and at the end of that month, you marry."

You nod. "Alright..."

"So you should come back with me now." Prince Arthur looks down at the boots on your feet and the nothing on Charles' feet, and says simply, "And you can't be arriving like that. You might get killed."

Prince Charles chuckles. "We have her shoes. We'll switch shortly before we get there."

Prince Arthur nods, and the three of you set off, down the path, you in the middle of the two princes. As you walk, Prince Arthur talks to the two of you about racing, life, and so on. He seems to just be enjoying talking to his brother.

Soon enough, you get to the castle. You switch shoes, and Prince Charles looks down at you, saying, "Well, Princess, let's go."

[cieloclercs]

*:･ﾟ✧* ── 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫, prologue

pairing. prince!charles leclerc x princess!verstappen!oc

summary. by royal decree, the house of verstappen announces the betrothal of its youngest daughter, princess cecilia verstappen, to prince charles of house leclerc

warnings. a little bit rushed, mentions of/allusions to abuse (only once), j*s verstappen (dude needs his own warning in this fic 🥴) but not a whole lot for this chapter!

word count. 1k+

author’s note. yikes this has been sitting half finished in my drafts for so long 😭 i finally got it done today so i figured it’s time to officially begin this series :)) i’m genuinely sooo excited to write this you have no idea

00. prologue

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 tumultuous, inky black waves crashing against the cliff face, and he knows he's found his sister. It's been an hour since Princess Cecilia Verstappen left the palace. Guards are searching for her high and low, turning their shared quarters upside down. King Jos is furious (though, when is he not?) and his wife is frantic. But they don't know their daughter. Max does. He knows that at a time like this, there's only one place she'll want to be.

The announcement has come as a shock to both of them. Sure, they've always been aware of the tensions in Hasselian-Montean relations, but, they suppose, being young teenagers spending most of their days exploring the palace grounds or studying with their private tutor, they've been somewhat shielded from the true gravity of the situation. Perhaps Max could have predicted it: if he'd been paying proper attention, of course. It's him Jos is raising to become King, after all. But a betrothal, an alliance through marriage is something he's never foreseen.

Cecilia's fury still shakes the ground beneath his feet when he approaches her. She's sat as close to the cliff edge as possible (something which has always made him nervous, though she seems to marvel in watching the icy black water churn from a sheer drop of two hundred feet), with her knees drawn all the way up to her chest. Sobs wrack the young princess' body. Max feels them deep in his own heart, tugging and tearing away. He can't imagine how difficult this must be for her: to have her freedom, her choice snatched so cruelly away. It's the one thing Cecilia has fought hardest for. Now, with nothing but a few formally exchanged letters and two signatures at the bottom of a bit of old parchment, it's slipped straight through her fingers.

Max sits down beside his sister silently. He knows her well enough to realise there's no point trying to comfort her with words. She'll only throw them back in his face, scream and shout of the injustice for the entire kingdom to hear. So he sits in silence; waits for her sobs to grow quiet and her breathing to even out. All the while the ocean roars beneath them — a terrifying force to anyone else, but to them, a comfort. A familiarity.

“I won't leave." the young princess says finally, her voice wavering, yet steeled with determination, "I won't."

Max sighs. He fears, yet again, that she may have no choice in the matter. There's a second term to this contract. To strengthen the alliance, Cecilia is to spend six months of the year in Monteo with her betrothed and the rest of the royal family. It's an agreement that will be put into effect on the second day of the New Year — only two weeks from now. The Verstappen twins, for all their fourteen years of life, have never spent more than a day apart from each other. It's just been them for as long as they can remember. Now they're being forced apart, dragged away to entirely different kingdoms for the sake of this alliance. Max wishes there was something he could do to stop this from happening. But he knows his father, and King Jos has made up his mind. No force on earth can prevent the future when he dictates it.

"You have to, Lia." Max replies, his voice barely a whisper, "You know what he'll do if you refuse."

Not even she can argue against that. Her fate is sealed, as far as the next six months in Monteo are concerned. Unless...

“Then I shall make him hate me." Cecilia blurts out, even more determined now than before. Her brother's head shoots up.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

For a moment, she says nothing. Her gaze is cast out across the ocean, stopping only where the horizon ends. The waves no longer crash quite so ferociously against the cliff face. Yet her mind is a storm, and it has only one target — even if she knows, deep down, that the young Prince of Monteo is as innocent in all this as she is.

"I shan't speak to him. I shan't know him. Whatever father and King Hervé want me to travel to Monteo for, I'll do the opposite." Cecilia all but spits, her face contorted with rage. It's almost frightening. She may be fierce and headstrong, but Max knows his sister — she isn't malicious. She's kind in her heart. It makes him wonder what will happen to them both in the future; if their father's vice-like grip will turn them into hateful, vindictive, half-humans. Will he drain all the life out of them?

"Lia, please think about this." Max warns. The desperation in his voice has his sister's expression softening — but only for a moment.

"If he hates me, he won't want to marry me." she whispers. Their eyes lock, blue on blue, "I'll be free."

But at what cost? Is the question they must ask themselves. At the cost of the alliance? At peace between their kingdoms? Or even at the cost of Cecilia's life, of her childhood. King Jos is not kind to those who hinder his plans, even if they are family. The countless bruises and scars on both their bodies are testament to that. But this is far bigger than acting up at a banquet, than hiding out in the forest past curfew. This is Hasselia. Perhaps whatever scrap of childish naïveté, of love towards their father that remains has them hoping he'll be lenient towards his daughter. But after the things they've seem him do, they just can't be sure.

"Promise me you'll be careful." is all Max can say. He won't argue with his sister, not when knows it's pointless. Hoping and praying she'll heed his warning will have to be enough.

"I promise." Cecilia murmurs back.

They both know her words are empty.

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