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thebearchives · 2 years

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leclerc's type | CL16

PAIRING: charles leclerc x fem!reader

REQUESTED: [X] yes [] no

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

SYNOPSIS: who would have thought that all three leclerc brothers had the same taste in women?

WARNINGS: i have no idea how f3 works aside from the fact that there’s sprint and feature races so if there is any inaccurate information…close your eyes, some french and Italian + translations, arthur being a little shit

as always, don't be a ghost reader!

charles and yourself had yet to expose your relationship to either of your families, so it was a surprise, really, when charles asked you to accompany him to arthur’s race in monza.

with his arms wrapped around you, a pout painted on his lips, he whined out a small “pretty please?”

you cupped his puffed up cheeks, “you are such a baby, charles. i didn’t say no yet.”

“yet?” his pout intensified, “please, amour, i want you to meet my family and everyone is going to be there.”

“are you sure?” you caressed his cheek with your thumb, “we’ve never really talked about meeting the family yet. what sprung this on?”

“i just think we’re ready,” charles’ eyes were so soft as they gazed into yours, “when i think of my family, you’re included. even if everyone is going to be there in italy, without you, it wouldn’t feel complete to me.”

you couldn’t help it, using your hands that were cupped around his cheeks to pull him closer. you pushed up and connected your lips together in a sweet kiss.

when you pulled back, charles’ lips were still puckered slightly, his eyes shining with unspeakable amounts of love. you gave him a watery smile and he smiled back.

“you can’t say those things unless you want me to cry,” you pulled a hand back to wipe your eyes before the unshed tears made their way down your face, “i’d love to meet your family, mon cher.” my dear.

charles’ nose crinkled as you poked it with your forefinger, “je t’adore, mon amour.” i adore you, my love.

“je t'aime plus que tout au monde,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him close, placing a kiss against the base of his neck. i love you more than anything else in the world.

the weeks leading up to the races in italy became increasingly more hectic. you had started with going to work like regular, while charles would leave to go to his own races, calling you as soon as he landed in whatever city he was to complain about how he wished he could be back in your arms.

then, you asked for days off from work, and when the request was approved, you felt yourself starting to panic. it was happening. you would be meeting charles’ family for the first time. the calls between you and charles turned from soft ‘i miss you’s to ‘is this appropriate for when i meet your mom? should i go shopping? i have no clothes, charles, your mother is going to hate me’.

charles had only smiled softly, wishing he could have been there in person to quell your fears, “mon amour, what you wear will have no effect on how my mother will perceive you. you could show up in a garbage bag for all she’d care.”

you had scowled at the camera and charles laughed before continuing, “i love you, chérie, and i know my mother will love you just as much as i do…okay, maybe a little less because no one can love you as much as me.”

you had sighed, flopping back on your bed which had been covered with clothes, “i’m sorry for acting this way. i’m just nervous.”

“you’ve nothing to apologize for,” he wished he could jump through the phone to reach you, “and nothing to be nervous for either, ange.”

you sat up abruptly, “what if your brothers hate me?”

charles had thrown his head back and laughed loudly, sobering up when you whined out his name, “this is serious, charles!”

“mon amour, they would be crazy not to like you. i’d be surprised if they didn’t like you as much as i did.”

and if only either of you had realized how right he would be.

you had flown in with charles at the start of the week, a bundle of nerves sparking in your chest that charles had quickly extinguished by telling you that his mother would be arriving later in the week.

well, it was now later and the anxiety that you had been suppressing was bursting at the seams.

you weren’t due to meet charles’ family officially until friday after free practices, with charles having planned an outing and dinner for his whole family before the races began for him and arthur. he had told you that he wanted to surprise his family, and as such, you had to avoid them as best as you could while on the paddock.

you couldn’t help but be thankful for charles’ idea, having been panicking the entire week leading up to the race at the idea of running into charles’ family without charles himself.

and so, that led you to where you were now, walking around the paddock bright and early on media day, staying as far away from the ferrari garage as you could, to avoid any run-ins with the leclerc family, though life never seemed to work out in your favour ever.

you had finally caved, walking back towards the ferrari hospitality, in need of coffee and a place to escape the beaming sun. what you hadn’t accounted for was the tall man standing near the entrance, conversing with who you recognized to be charles’ manager. the two said a few words before the latter was off, no doubt making his way to charles.

the taller man turned around, and your eyes lightly widened as you realized you had been standing behind charles’ older brother.

your eyes darted to the floor as his fell on your figure, “oh, i am so sorry. i’m totally blocking your way in.”

wow, he sounded a lot like charles.

you realized, belatedly, that he had in fact been blocking the entrance, “oh, that’s okay! i only just got here.” you gave him a small smile.

it’s okay, you thought to yourself, he has no reason to think i’m charles’ girlfriend, he probably won’t even remember this interaction by later today.

he moved over, hands gesturing to the door behind him, “after you.”

oh, fuck, he was coming in too.

you nodded at him in gratitude, “thank you.”

you walked inside, mentally freaking out at how lorenzo was right behind you. you ignored him as best as you could, making a beeline towards the coffee station to the side. lorenzo had followed you.

“sorry,” he gave you a sheepish smile, starting on his own coffee on the station next to yours, “i hope you don’t think i’m following you.”

you were stuck. although not ideal for the plans you and charles had made, you had to play your cards right in this moment. first impressions would have to be really good if you were expecting a positive response from charles’ family.

you turned your gaze from the coffee machine to the eldest leclerc brother, “wouldn’t hold it entirely past you. for all i know, you could have been blocking the entrance just for this moment.”

ah, humour, your go-to route for any situation ever. worried? make a joke. sad? make a joke. overthinking? just make a joke!!!

lorenzo laughed lightly, “i promise, i wasn’t. i had just been on my way to grab a coffee when my brother’s manager had stopped me for a quick conversation and you came up just as he left.”

“don’t get too worked up,” you chuckled as the speed of his explanation. you could see where charles got some of his habits from, “i believe you. i’d been there to see todt walk off.”

from the corner of your eye, you could see him nod. as you busied yourself with making your coffee to your liking, you missed lorenzo’s calculating gaze as he gave you a once-over.

just as you threw away the used coffee pod, lorenzo spoke up again, “i’m lorenzo, by the way, charles’ brother.”

“i know,” you smiled at him. as worried as you had been, lorenzo had been very easy to talk to.

“i’m y/n, charles’ not brother.”

your response had elicited a loud laugh from the older leclerc, “you’re quite the joker, aren’t you?”

you opted to shrug your shoulders with a small smile, blowing on your coffee before taking a sip. more sugar.

lorenzo made small talk, “do you work here at ferrari?”

you shook your head, “no, no. would be amazing though, no? especially if i could travel the world as part of my job. charles is lucky.”

fuck, you wanted to hit your head against the wall, why would you bring charles into the conversation. oh god, please let lorenzo just brush past that.

he hummed in acknowledgement, “he is, indeed. but he’s also very deserving of it, you know? i don’t mean to sound biased but,”

“i know what you mean,” you continued, always ready to gush about your boyfriend, “he’s worked really hard to get to where he is. youngest driver for ferrari since 1961, that’s quite the achievement.”

the two of you chatted lightly for a few more minutes before lorenzo asked another question, “so then, what’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone?”

you tensed, cheeks reddening at his words. you opened your mouth and then closed it, repeating before you finally opened it to respond, “i–”

“lorenzo!” both of your heads turned to where the sound came from. your eyes caught sight of the figure waving his hands in the air, beckoning lorenzo over. it was arthur.

“sounds like someone needs your help,” thank god for arthur, huh?

“yeah, it seems i have to go now.” lorenzo looked back at you, “it was great meeting you, y/n.”

“likewise,” you nodded to him as you watched him leave, only one thought circulating your mind.

holy shit, your boyfriend’s older brother just tried to flirt with you.

luckily, the rest of media day had been rather uneventful and you were soon back in the hotel room you shared with charles, said driver gone to hang out with his brothers for a bit.

friday morning had gone by smoothly, and with a little over an hour until the free practices, you were sitting in the ferrari hospitality, grabbing yourself a snack.

what you hadn’t noticed was the two men who had been looking at you from a distance away. lorenzo and arthur, with the former pointing you out discretely to the latter.

“n'est-elle pas jolie?” lorenzo nudged his youngest brother. isn’t she super pretty?

arthur nodded, “elle l'est. tu penses que j'ai une chance?” she is. do you think i have a chance?

lorenzo gaped at his younger brother, who laughed cheekily, “je l'ai vue en premier, arthur, n'y pense même pas.” i saw her first, arthur, don't even think about it.

the younger one shrugged, “oui, et tu as probablement ruiné tes chances avec elle. ton flirt est horrible.” yeah, and you probably ruined your chances with her. your flirting is horrible.

he pushed off from where he had been leaning, “watch and learn, mon frère. elle ne pourra pas résister à mon charme.” she won’t be able to resist my charm.

lorenzo watched in disbelief as his younger brother made his way to you, “du charme, mon cul. tout votre charme n'est qu'une copie de charles et moi.” charm, my ass. all of your charm is just a copy of charles and i.

a throat cleared behind you and you turned in your seat. the smiling face of the youngest leclerc was the first thing you saw, body freezing for a split second.

he pointed to the chair across from you, “is this seat taken?”

you took a look at the chair he pointed at before looking back at him, “not at all. do you nee-”

you watched as the boy sat down, hands coming up to rest on the table, “you don’t mind, right?”

your brows were furrowed in slight confusion as you tried to absorb what just happened, “uh, no. no, it’s alright.”

“i’m arthur,” he stuck his hand out.

you returned the handshake, “y/n.”

you couldn’t help but blush slightly, bewildered look on your face, as arthur brought your hand up and placed a kiss on the back of your hand. wow, he was laying it on thick.

“beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” unlike when lorenzo had called you pretty, you didn’t freeze up. instead, you found yourself giggling.

you pulled your hand out from arthur’s light hold, using it to cover your mouth, “oh, i am so sorry. i promise i’m not laughing at you. it’s just that you are very cute.”

arthur’s face dropped, “cute?”

god, his pout was just like charles’.

you nodded, a smile still lingering on your lips, “adorable, even.”

you didn’t know how it was possible but his face dropped even more, “adorable??”

you let out a loud laugh, “oh, mon dieu. you’re just like your brother.”

and you fumbled again. wow, you really couldn’t go a conversation without talking about your boyfriend, huh?

“lorenzo?” arthur asked, “wait, you speak french?”

you only smiled, letting him guess the answers to either question.

arthur took your smile as a yes to both questions, “listen, i am nothing like my brother. il est complètement idiot quand il s'agit de parler aux jolies filles. moi, d'un autre côté, je suis un naturel.” he's a total idiot when it comes to talking to pretty girls. me, on the other hand? i'm a natural.

“ah, is that what this is? you being a natural?” you smirked, watching as his cheeks flushed slightly.

“well, sometimes, the really pretty girls make me a bit nervous.” arthur scratched the back of his head. ah, he was like a mini charles.

you smiled, “well, as honoured as i am to be considered a ‘really pretty girl’, i’m afraid i’m a bit too old for you, bud.”

arthur groaned, planting his head in his arms against the table, “this is going horribly for me.”

“i told you, your charm is non-existent,” another voice called out from behind you. it was lorenzo.

he came around the table and smacked the back of arthur’s head, “tu es vraiment un idiot.” you are such an idiot.

you laughed at arthur’s sorrowful expression, “oh, i think he’s got quite the charm. just not enough years under the belt.”

lorenzo smiled apologetically at you, “i am so sorry for whatever he has said to you in the past five minutes.”

you waved him off, “no worries, arthur is quite the company.”

you looked at the time, deciding it would be good to go back to the garage to see charles once before he started his practices, “well, boys. i’ve got to head out. it was great meeting you, arthur! and seeing you again today, lorenzo, i’m sure i’ll catch you guys again somewhere on the paddock.”

the two brothers returned your goodbye, waiting for you to leave before arguing about who had a more realistic shot with you.

you couldn’t help but laugh as you heard a few seconds of their conversation. if only charles had realized how right he would be about his brothers liking you as much as him. turns out, all the leclerc brothers had the same taste in girls.

although you had told them you would, you didn’t see the two leclerc brothers for the rest of your day on the paddock. you went home with charles soon after the free practices ended, both excited to get ready and have dinner with his family.

having already met and conversed with both of charles’ brothers, you couldn’t help but feel less nervous for the dinner. pascale had been the only one you hadn’t met yet, and objectively, she was the one to impress. but now that you knew all three of her boys, you were sure that she had to be nice to have raised such kind boys.

now, the pair of you were sat in charles’ ferrari, driving to the restaurant of his choosing. one of his hands rested on your thigh, rubbing circles against the skin.

“sei bellissima, amore.” you loved it when charles spoke in italian, something about the way he sounded just drove your head crazy. you look so beautiful, love.

“grazie, tesoro,” thanks, honey. you gave him a soft smile, “but please don’t say anything else in italian, you know i can’t understand it.”

“i’ll just have to teach you, then,” charles stopped at a stop light, the hand on your thigh turning around as if asking for your hand.

you placed your hand in his and he squeezed it, “you are less nervous today.”

you squeezed his hand back, playing with the watch that was on his wrist, “oui, i actually met your brothers yesterday and today.”

“oh, no. how are you recovering?” charles joked.

“they were quite the charmers, i will say that.” you sighed, looking at your boyfriend’s side profile, “you guys have a lot in common, actually.”

“only good things, i hope.”

“well, i know that you all have excellent taste.” at his confused expression, you waved him off, “story for the dinner, maybe.”

soon, charles had parked and you two were walking into the restaurant hand-in-hand. from afar, you could make out the rough figures of lorenzo and arthur at the table in the far left corner. as you got closer, you could see a woman sitting with them. pascale.

when you two got close enough to the table, you pulled your hand from charles’ grasp, instead clasping your own hands together at the front of your body. charles gave you a small smile filled with reassurance before taking the final step, garnering the attention of his whole family.

lorenzo’s eyes moved past charles and onto you, a confused look on his face, “y/n?”

arthur’s head shot up at the sound of your name, “y/n? she’s here?”

his frantic eyes zeroed into yours, before looking over at his brother confused.

charles smiled, reaching a hand out to wrap around your waist and pull you forward, “maman, boys, je vous présente ma petite amie, y/n.” i want you to meet my girlfriend,

you smiled, “bonjour! ravi de vous rencontrer tous,” your eyes went from pascale to the two boys in front of you, “officiellement cette fois.” hello! nice to meet you all…officially this time.

at charles’ announcement, both brothers felt their jaws drop.

“merde,” lorenzo breathed out, face growing redder as he looked at your wide smile. shit.

arthur closed his eyes, hands coming up to hide his face “oh mon dieu, on a flirté avec la petite amie de charles.” oh my god, we flirted with charles' girlfriend.

“tu as fait quoi?!” you did what?!

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seyvia · 2 years

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My beloved Sim .°•Vida Rei°.○ I wanted to show off her current lookbook because it brings me serotonin•*.

A bit about her because I need a brain spill:

Vida is Japanese/Latina * she loves pink & purple🌸🍇, teddy bears & butterflies🧸🦋 * I have to be honest, her look and story are heavily influenced by a nightcored Olivia Rodx!go song (this one) lol is it original? probably not. is it fun to think about? yesh~ ╮(. / ᴗ \.)╭ * Sooo She is an aspiring Teen rock/pop star (why else would she be on the cover of BLEH!¡), who enjoys writing her own songs. All the while she struggles with her broken heart & finding a place in a new school that seems to be filled with equally talented, unique and bizarre sims. (´ . .̫ . `)...er~ something like that, it gets pretty deep and original. I think it would make a great shojo manga lol. TM.

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