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the leclerc daycare || cl16 fic

charles leclerc x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

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Summary: Charles Leclerc was a father first and a driver second. So maybe being left alone with Hervé, Jules and PJ for the night wouldn't be much of an issue. OR Aimee Leclerc travelled with her sisters and Charles got a firsthand experience of watching his kids by himself (alongside his kids’ uncles Esteban and Pierre).

Content warning: dad!Charles centric, fatherhood, mentions of pregnancy, dad!F1 Drivers x OFCs appearance (Hearth sisters!OFCs), Uncle Estie and Uncle Pierre, doubts of being a good parent, shitty French translations by Apple, wtf is beta reading

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Aimee and her sisters were known for being extroverts with introverted tendencies. They communicated with anyone who’d approach them and more often than not, would keep in contact with them in case of any business.

They didn’t like hanging out with them, as much though. Not as much as they preferred being around their sisters. Aimee, especially, didn’t enjoy being around new people— not as often as any other person would. She would much rather be around her sisters or her husband and his mates. Having three kids, with another two on the way, did something about her interest in socializing with other people. It was fairly limited before until she began attending playdates or programs for toddlers that allowed her children to make friends with others — interacting with parents was common.

Regardless, going out for two days was different — especially when her sister, Sylvie, was wanting to celebrate her engagement before she gets married in a month. Much like the other two sisters, they preferred a day out without any friends. Just the four of them, chatting each other’s ears off. Aimee Leclerc was alright with that.

“Je ne veux pas que maman parte!” I don’t want Mummy to leave.

The littles, though, weren’t alright with that. Jules cried his eyes out the moment he saw Aimee dressed in some satin dress. She had a weekender bag next to her vanity, the boy picking up on the fact that his mother was leaving.

It was Charles’ week off before the next race, and rather than going to Maranello, he deliberately made the choice to stay at home and do his sim practices instead. After all, Aimee had been at home for weeks rather than traveling with McLaren during the races due to her pregnancy. The wonders of having remote work, right?

“J,” Charles shushed his son softly, playing with the soft curls of his mini’s hair. Jules continued to cry as he wrapped his arms around Charles’ neck. “Maman n'est pas sortie pour s'amuser. Ne pensez-vous pas qu'elle mérite de s'amuser?” Mummy hasn’t gone out to have fun. Don’t you think she deserved to have fun?

Then another little babbling came along as Hervé clung to Charles’ leg. “Elle peut s'amuser ici. Papa dit à maman qu'elle peut s'amuser ici!” She can have fun here. Daddy, tell Mummy she can have fun here. Hervé cried too, sobbing as they stood in front of the shut bathroom door.

Aimee put down her mascara and sighed quietly. How the heck was she going to go if her sons were crying like this? The only reason why she’d managed to be roped into nights off before was because Pascale Leclerc had managed to kick her and Charles out of the house before. The boys loved their Mamé and their uncles.

Pascale wouldn’t see them until this afternoon and their uncles were definitely not going to go until they got back from work. It was only 6:45 in the morning.

How the hell were Hervé and Jules awake at this time, anyway? They liked to sleep, so how they managed to get the hell out of their bedroom at this time of the day was a mystery.

Aimee then remembered what her sister said. Intuition. Aimee was the same back when her sister was eighteen and heading to university in the morning. Two year old Aimee would wake up just to say good morning then dash off to have breakfast with the other sisters. So maybe her twins had the kind of intuition when someone’s leaving.

She didn’t think that their reaction would be like this in the morning.

“Oui, but my littles,” Charles crouched down to speak to both his kids, “do you know how Papa’s been working a lot and Maman has been home to have fun with you?”

Hervé and Jules sniffled, but nodded nonetheless. Charles continued, “Papa has fun at work, but it’s Papa’s time to have time with you. Maman deserves to see what’s out there that she can have fun with.”

“We can go out to have fun with Maman!” Hervé cried out, protesting against Charles’ proposal.

“Maman will go somewhere littles can’t go,” Charles told the boys. “How about we have some breakfast and make sure the babies are eating too before Maman goes, hm? Make some breakfast so Maman will be happy and be full of your looove by making her food?”

“Maman sera-t-elle heureuse si nous lui faisons à manger?” Will Mummy be happy if we make her food? Jules asked, the two of them no longer crying. Thank god for that otherwise PJ, their two year old brother, would see it and somehow make himself comfortable at the tear train.

Charles grinned at his boys and nodded, “Oui. Maybe we can make her some chicken and waffles— last I heard, the babies want some chicken.”

Jules wiped his tears away and exclaimed, “Okay! I help, Papa! Herb! Come!” Then ran off the couple’s bedroom, his twin brother hot on his heels as Hervé dashed off.

Charles watched the boys run out and winced, hoping PJ wouldn’t wake up to the loud footsteps made by the older kids as he slumped against the wall by the bathroom.

The door swung open next to him, making him look as Aimee stepped out with a sheepish smile. He approached her carefully and wrapped his arms around her, his hands trailing down the protrusion of her stomach as he sighed, “I hope these two wouldn’t be that much trouble to handle.”

“Hmm,” Aimee hummed happily, taking his hand to kiss the palm of it. “Are you sure you’re going to be alright?”

Charles scoffed as if Aimee was questioning his superman abilities to stay sane. “I’ve been driving a Ferrari for god knows how long,” he joked, kissing her temple as his other hand continued to caress her stomach. “I’ve gone way past my sanity line. Don’t worry about the three, oui?”

“I’m not worried about your minis,” Aimee giggled, “I’m more worried about you. You’re most likely to go mad once you realize PJ likes a little bit of mischief with Herb and J.”

“As I said,” Charles rolled his eyes, peering down at her as he continued, “I’m no longer sane. I think I’ll be able to find composure.”

The breakfast definitely DID NOT show all of that. Because by the time Charles reached the kitchen, an egg was already cracked open on the floor. Not only that, but Hervé and Jules’ tanned faces (alongside their jammies) were covered in waffle mix after they’ve both dropped the bag of mix on the floor.

But their breakfast wasn’t that much of a disaster, to say the least. In between Aimee’s cooking and the boys’ morning shower, they somehow managed to find some time to eat breakfast. PJ had already woken up when Charles’ voice turned loud enough at the shock just as he stepped into the kitchen. Trying to get him to eat his fruits wasn’t as difficult. He was angelic of all the Leclercs that both Pascale and Aimee had given birth to.

“C’mon, mon chou, last one for Daddy,” Charles opened his mouth wide, trying to get PJ to mimic the action. PJ followed his father, his mouth opening as Charles made airplane noises, his hand twirling around while it held a slice of banana stabbed into a silicone fork. It didn’t take long for the food to land on the toddler’s mouth as he kicked his feet in enthusiasm.

“Tu vois? C'est de la bonne nourriture, n'est-ce pas?” See? It’s good food, don’t you think so? Charles asked his youngest, making the boy nod. “Good boy, PJ.”

Charles turned to look at his twins, who both stood on their two step stools next to their mother as they watched Aimee wash their dishes. Aimee was apparently teaching them how to do their dishes as she said, “Then when it’s clean, you just put it right here.”

“What’s this called, Maman?” Hervé pointed at the display next to the sink.

“It’s a dish rack,” Aimee replied.

“Rack? What does the rack do?” Jules asked, his curious voice making Charles grin to himself. His boys were quite inquisitive about anything. Whenever they’re out, Hervé could point at something and ask. Jules would often follow after Hervé asked.

And it wasn’t anything worrying. Charles and Aimee loved it when they asked a lot, because they had a lot to answer. It’s always a joy to answer their children’s curiosities.

“That’s where you leave the plates after cleaning them,” Aimee answered, now drying her hands on the towel. “It’s to make sure they dry. You don’t eat on wet plates do you?”

“Yuck,” Hervé and Jules pulled a face. “No wet food!”

“Exactly,” Aimee grinned, looking up to see Charles staring at her and their kids lovingly. She then asked, “Are you enjoying your time staring, love?”

Charles shook himself out of his thoughts and said, “Yeah. Mr. Sacha is done with his breakfast too.”

“Oh? He finished it?” Aimee peered down at PJ, “how did you like it, my little bug?”

Aimee didn’t like that nickname at first. PJ had only earned that nickname after everyone learned that she’d gotten more sick with him than she did with the twins, and Esteban joked that her baby was a literal stomach bug. But after some convincing (with the help of Esteban and Mick, dressing PJ as a grasshopper for his first halloween), Aimee finally caved in. PJ was her little bug.

“Little bug loved it well,” Charles grinned, lifting PJ out of his high chair and grabbed the empty plate. He placed down the dirty dish into the sink as Hervé and Jules’ eyes gleamed in excitement. “Boys, let Papa do it later. Maman’s going soon. Who’s coming to pick you up again?”

“All three of them, once that Tils’ picked up Stevie and Sylv.”

“Oh,” he replied, “so is anybody dropping off their car to use yours or…”

“No,” Aimee scoffed. “No one’s touching any of my cars. You are using the SUV, no?”

“That’s kinda assumed already,” Charles replied, “I just thought you’d use your… actually never mind.”

While their family expanded largely over the past few years, their garage did too. Much like her sisters, Aimee had a collection of cats hidden away to avoid being burglarized. Everyone knew about Charles’ custom Pista and the family SUV that they had — an Aston Martin. But they didn’t seem as phased as they were when they found out that Aimee had a vintage Mini Cooper and a coated copper McLaren 765LT hidden somewhere in their family home.

So really… Charles assumed that they’d borrow either one of their hidden gems for the trip as Aimee’s Cooper was often used than Stevie’s military green LaFerrari or Sylvie’s orange Cadillac.

“The poor Cooper’s been treated like a bus for the past few months,” Aimee snorted. “You know I wouldn’t allow them to drive it either.”

The ring on the doorbell had woken up something within the twins as they both squealed and bolted to the door, leaving Charles to yell, “Boys, don’t open the door without— damn it!”

“Charles!” “Sorry! No swearing!”

He then returned to the dining area with Hervé being carried by Aimee’s eldest sister Tilly and Jules with Sylvie. Stevie followed behind as they greeted Aimee, “Morning, Aims! Excited for a good two day vacation?”

“Oh am I ever,” Aimee rolled her eyes, gesturing at her husband, “he’s a different story.”

Sylvie raised a brow and spoke amusedly, “You having fun yet, Charles?”

“I am,” Charles waved off Sylvie’s joking tone, “I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t worry you’ll be fine,” Stevie chuckled, “even Lewis is running a daycare at home.”

“Aun’ ‘Teve,” PJ toddled his way towards Stevie and tugged on her trousers, “L’land?”

Stevie peered down at her little nephew — who was the same age as her youngest, Leland, and cooed, “Leland is at home with Uncle Lew and Lotlot, little bug. Maybe you’ll see him sometime today.”

“Ah speaking of,” Tilly started, looking at Charles now as she said, “I think Lewis and Toto are planning to take the kids out today for the… indoor playground cafe. I’m sure they’ll be happy to have more kids and an extra pair of hands to come along.”

“Oh nice, more kids,” Charles’ face didn’t even show how nice the thought was.

“Good luck taking care of eight kids lads,” Sylvie winked, huffing out a laugh after Aimee nudged her a little bit too hard. “I’d offer Max but he isn’t here. I’m sure Arthur and Lorenzo would be more than happy to help!”

That was a lie. Maybe Lorenzo would help a lot, but Arthur… Now Arthur was a good uncle, but he often leaned more into the chill uncle side than the kind who would somehow watch his words around the kids.

And so when the Leclerc boys saw the matriarch off to Stevie’s Bentayga (while Charles continued to remind his wife’s sisters that she was pregnant — practically warning them not to be stupid about driving), he immediately pulled his phone out to text the only people who’d be more than willing to go less sane with the kids.

Charles: Are you up for some insanity? Aimee’s out for today to tomorrow afternoon.

Esteban: What’s in it for me?

Pierre: He just said insanity.

Pierre: I hope you have enough room in your AM.

Charles: Fuck. I guess I’m taking out the Cadillac.

Charles: Will anyone help me take them out of the garage and help me move the boys’ seats to the other SUV?

Esteban: 👍

Pierre: 👌

Esteban Ocon showed up an hour earlier than Pierre did. When he did, he brought along a small gym bag full of his overnight clothes. Alongside his clothes were boxes of Spider-Man figures. Not everyday Esteban got to share his love for Marvel to anyone, and he could help but jump at the chance to introduce No Way Home to the Leclerc boys.

Now, he was in the kitchen, teaching the Leclerc littles how to operate the oven as they baked some chocolate chip cookie dough that they found in the deep depths of the freezer. Perhaps it was a bad idea to have Esteban come over, because he was prone to ruining their diets with his love for pastries.

It was quarter to ten when Pierre finally arrived, with his own overnight bag and… a pile of children’s books? Charles wasn’t sure if he was seeing things right, but then the Frenchman pulled up a pop-up book version of Dr. Seuss from the pile as Charles groaned quietly.

“Ils ont déjà beaucoup de livres, Pierre,” they already have a lot of books, Pierre. Charles told the man when he raised a brow.

“It never hurts for more,” Pierre shrugged, “how did you think PJ learned to speak a lot at this age? He won’t be chatty if it wasn’t for his Oncle P.”

“You only started to get them books because you don’t know how baby sizes work,” Charles told him with a roll of his eyes, shutting the door behind Pierre as they both walked towards the living room.

Charles raised his brow when Pierre settled his bag down on the couch, leaving Pierre to say, “I’d head up to the guest room but I want to see the boys first,” there was a moment of silence between the two of them and in the background played the boys’ daily phonics songs. “Sick beats, by the way.”

The pair headed off to the kitchen, where they found Hervé, Jules and PJ chatting away with their Uncle Estie. The last conversation Charles heard was about the track in Canadian GP, with Hervé saying “The turn there— what is that? Pin? Papa says is pin! It’s wooooosh~ woah, it’s so small, Oncle E!”

“Sharp,” Estie’s signature grin returned to his face as he corrected the boy gently, “the hairpin is sharp, Herb.”

“‘Airpin?” Jules’ head cocked to the side, “I hear my cousin Tia say that!”

“Because that’s what they use for long hairs,” Esteban replied.

“What? All talks, no love for Oncle P?” The three toddlers turned towards the direction of the voice as they grinned widely. PJ, thank god for Charles’ reflex, had jumped off the kitchen island and ran towards his namesake. Pierre Gasly nearly tipped over at the suddenly thud on his legs as he grunted, lifting PJ up to his arms as he hugged the boy tight. “Good morning, Little P! How’s my handsome boy doing?”

“Good, Oncle P!” PJ grinned. “Maman est partie!” Mummy left!

The enthusiasm in his tone broke Charles out of his trance as he laughed. “Sacha, why do you sound happy about Maman leaving?”

“Because she has fun!” Jules reasoned out on behalf of his brother, making PJ nodded eagerly.

And while the two were celebrating the thought, Charles looked at Hervé as he began sobbing quietly. Esteban’s eyes widened, not knowing how to react as the boy began wailing. Tears endlessly flowed out of Hervé’s eyes as he covered them with his forearm.

“Oh no,” Charles sighed quietly. Esteban quickly recovered from shock and immediately lifted Hervé off the counter, allowing the boy to soak his shirt with his tears.

Out of the three boys, Hervé was the only one who took the information to heart. The Leclerc kids were loved by both Aimee and Charles — but Hervé, out of the three, loved Aimee more than anything. He often clung to her like a koala on a tree, and when they’re out and about — Hervé would often hold hands with her more than he would with his Papa. It wasn’t a shock that Charles would witness his eldest cry at the absence of his Maman.

Jules, who was sitting on the counter, stood on the marble surface and reached up to pat his twin on the back carefully. He then said, “t’s okay, Herb!” He wasn’t even sure if Hervé could hear him, but all Jules seemed to care about was comforting his brother.

“Are you sad because Maman’s gone for the day?” Esteban asked, and all he got was a nod in his neck. That, and maybe a wet patch of tears on his neck now. “Okay, okay. Is there anything Papa or your uncles can help you with that can make you feel better.”

“Maman—“ Hervé stuttered, still crying in Estie’s arms.

“Yeah, but Maman’s not here, H,” Estie replied. “What if you show us what can help you feel better? Or do you want Oncle E to help?”

Hervé’s reddened face looked up at Esteban and nodded. “Yeah? You want me to help? Or everyone?”

“I know!” Jules jumped, making Charles reach close to his son with a mutter of ‘Careful, J.’

Hervé turned to his twin as Jules exclaimed, “Princess and Frog!”

“T’ana!” PJ squealed aloud. Hervé’s eyes brightened, all thanks to the suggestion that his brothers proposed not to his tears. Hervé nodded before he wiped his tears away and asked Estie to put him down, to which the man obliged as Charles helped Jules hop off the counter and led the Leclerc littles to the family room.

The adults look at each other. “There will be a lot of that,” Charles smiled meekly.

“Not a bother,” Esteban waved off with a chuckle.

“I need to put my bags upstairs,” Pierre nudged Charles lightly. “Before craziness even begins.”

The oven goes off at the same time, leaving Esteban to turn away and return to the kitchen as he said, “I’ll leave this to cool off. You need help moving cars, you said?”

“Yes please,” Charles replied, following his boys to the living room as they navigated through the Disney app.

He then heard Estie say, “Can I drive her Mc—“

“I can’t let you drive the McLaren, sorry,” Charles interrupted Estie before he could continue on.

Charles: Hey! Are you and Toto still taking the kids out today?

Lewis: Hey Charles! Yeah we’re taking them out today. If we’re gonna get heart attacks we can at least do it together. You in?

Charles: Pierre and Estie would come along, if you don’t mind?

Lewis: Five against eight? We’re still outnumbered. But yea, of course!

Charles: Haha!

One of the joys of having children was the opportunity to dress them. The same could be said for Charles. They always said that it was hard having to dress boys, and while that remained true, it didn’t discourage the Ferrari driver from dressing his boys up whether they’re going out or heading to bed.

He could admit that he couldn’t dress for shit, but it didn’t mean that he’d do the same to his kids.

Neither he and Aimee believed that Jules and Hervé should be dressed the same whenever they’re out because they were twins. In fact, they thought that it would be a bit too confusing for them. At the very beginning of their lives, they were always dressed differently.

The same could be said for today. Hervé was dressed in a Ralph Lauren denim button up and some denim shorts, his hair tied loosely to a bun to avoid his soft curls getting in the way of his face.

Jules, however, was dressed in a white tee (with the infamous Burberry pattern sewn as a pocket) and khaki shorts while his hair was merely brushed back. Esteban Ocon was quite proud of his work of art.

Sacha Leclerc, or PJ, had opted for a soft pink shirt with the Ralph Lauren polo logo on its left chest and some denim shorts with Mickey Mouse embroidered all over the place. He beamed at his Oncle P proudly, immensely proud of his decision to dress like this. Pierre Gasly merely high fived him, proud of his godchild for no reason. He was just proud.

No one was prouder than Pascale Leclerc, though. Just as her hair salon opened and the boys (and the men) took a ten minute trip there, she gasped at the sight of her grandchildren.

“Oh mon! Qui sont ces beaux garçons ? S'agit-il de mes petits-enfants?” Oh my! Who are these handsome boys? Are these my grandchildren? Pascale squealed, excusing herself from her receptionist as she knelt down to get on the level of the toddlers. “You three are always soooo handsome! Did Papa dress you?”

Esteban and Pierre cackled on the side, leaving Charles to look at his mother with an unamused expression. Pascale giggled. It was a running joke in the family that Charles was shit at dressing himself, and when Aimee got married into the family it got even worse — with Arthur starting the chaos with, “Can you believe that, Charles? Two models for sisters-in-law and another who worked for Vogue and you’re still dressed like this?”

“I sure hope not,” Pierre continued behind Charles, leaving the Monegasque to kick his best friend.

“I did!” Jules grinned proudly. “I dress up myself, Mamé!”

“I did too!” Hervé raised his hand, catching the attention of his grandmother. PJ babbled along and told her that he too had dressed himself.

“Wow! Such big boys, you are!” Pascale exclaimed, pulling out her phone to stand up. “Can you smile big for Mamé? Say cheese.”

“Cheeseeee~” the three grinned heavily as Pascale took a photo of the three. Typing for a good second, she finally put her phone away and looked at Charles and his fellow grid mates.

“I sent it to Aimee’s mothers,” Pascale explained herself as the men nodded.

“What are you up to today?” Pascale asked. “I heard the girls are out for today and tomorrow?”

“They’re going to stay in Cannes for the day,” Charles replied before leaning towards his mother and whispered, “Hervé cried twice today, Maman and I’m worried he’s not going to sleep tonight because Aimee’s not here.”

Pascale let out a quick snort and shrugged it off, “Yes he would,” she reassured him with a pat on the head. “He managed to sleep well when you two were out for the weekend.”

“But that’s with you, Maman,” Charles looked back to find Esteban and Pierre preoccupied with the kids as he continued, “What if the three of them won’t settle because I haven’t been around them for too long and I haven’t put them to bed before? Hervé cried because of his Maman. He sees Aimee more than he does me so—“

“Charles, pause,” Pascale grabbed her son on both of his shoulders and shook him out of his thoughts. “Take a deep breath.” The middle Leclerc man obliged, heaving a deep sigh as his mother told him, “He won’t make things hard for you, Charles. He’s not crying because he likes Aimee more than you, but it’s only because he’s going to have to adjust for tonight. Kids, when they’re outside their routine, act differently when they have to follow a new one — so he’s not acting like that because you’re the one who’s with him tonight.”

“Hervé loves you, Charles,” Pascale told him softly. “With how he proudly wears your number on his shirt and his jackets, and how he brags about his Papa in the red car, I think I can say that he loves you so much. He will never ever make things hard for you with Aimee not being here for today— or for all those times she wouldn’t be there. So, don’t worry about it. Just don’t make things hard for him either. Try to make sure he’s comfortable with adjusting his routine. Make sure that your children are feeling comfortable with the thought of doing things differently than usual.”

Charles glanced back at his kids, the pressure on his shoulders long gone as he nodded at Pascale. “Merci, Maman.”

“Yeah of course,” Pascale giggled quietly. “I’ve always wondered the same when your father was gone. Look where I am now. Look at where you are now. The boys just need to adjust a little, Charles. Just make sure you’re there to guide them if needed.”

Lewis Hamilton and Toto Wolff were rarely at Monaco, these days.

After Lewis retired, he thought of selling his house in Monaco. Being a father was what he wanted and clearly, while he was still fit for a celebrity lifestyle he resorted to being a quiet and reserved man. His 5-acre estate in Warwickshire showed something of serenity, their home surrounded by nothing but woods and a river nearby. He was content with being at home with his children while his wife Stevie continued to work as a model and Ferrari’s communications director. He preferred the quiet while he taught his daughter phonemes, and it was clear to everyone he abandoned his flat in Monaco. Now the flat served as his vacation home whenever his family would go on a holiday and see their cousins.

The same goes to Toto. He hadn’t retired as a team principal yet, but his Monaco place no longer held the same value as his estate in Brackley. One of his kids was already eleven (already in year nine) and playing in his school’s association football team and the other (nine years old) had been entering karting tournaments around England almost every weekend. He once told Charles about his estate and how he had it purchased and renovated long before his eldest son with Tilly even existed — how well he valued his home there and wouldn’t exchange it for Monaco or Austria. Much like Lewis, he was content with his home there, and it didn’t help that the Mercedes factory was only a few minutes away from his home. Toto expressed his interest in selling his house in Monaco once that his vintage Mercedes was moved back to Brackley, but then his nephews were born (and were planned to be raised in Monaco). He then decided that it was a home to go to whenever his kids wanted to see the Leclerc kids — their cousins.

So after everyone started talking about Lewis Hamilton and Toto Wolff no longer residing in Monaco and their rare appearance in the streets of the principality, it never came as a shock to anyone anymore. It was still rare, but it was expected.

But the sight of the two, alongside the three current drivers that just sat along the older ones, would be considered hilarious and extra special for the fans. Because not everyday you get to see two Mercedes personnel casually hanging out with a Ferrari driver and two Alpine drivers. At least, not with the two Alpine drivers while they all sat on a cozy indoor playground and cafe in Monte-Carlo. It wasn’t everyday you get to see Toto Wolff and the drivers talk about the racing season while they all sip on some silly cat and animal-themed cups with their kids running amuck in the playing area.

Toto’s two older kids were somewhere else, and Charles could only assume that they were at the football area. None of his kids were crying yet, and so he sat there relaxed as he listened to whatever Lewis was talking about.

“Did you really allow Aimee to go with the girls?” Lewis asked Charles, making the Monegasque nod. “You could’ve said no, that way they’re just stuck here in Monaco.”

“She’ll be fine,” Charles was beginning to think that he was only saying those words to reassure himself, not others. “She hasn’t been out for a while.”

“They still could have found something here,” Lewis pointed out.

Charles rolled his eyes, “That’s true. But Aimee lives here, she knows every curb to avoid and I don’t think I don’t want to bore her to death.”

“Besides,” Charles shrugged nonchalantly, “I don’t want her to think I’m trying to lock her up by making her stay in Monaco all the time.”

“She’s your wife,” Pierre brought up.

“She’s my boys’ Maman, but she’s also been working her ass off trying to keep them happy while I’m gone someplace else,” Charles couldn’t find himself to argue, only telling them what the men needed to hear, “the least I can do is to let her travel the same way I do almost every week.”

“She loves the boys, that’s why her work in McLaren’s now remote,” Toto nodded, reaching on his pastel donut cat cup as he sipped on his tea, “I appreciate you for recognizing that.”

“It’s the only thing I can do besides spend my time with the kids,” Charles replied, looking around to find his kids as Hervé came dashing and jumping into the ball pit of the soft play area. Hervé’s head popped up from the ball pit as he grinned, finding his father watching as he waved enthusiastically. Charles grinned and waved back before he turned back to the men, “I don’t think I’ll ever regret spending my time with them. If anything, I regret leaving Aimee behind while I go away to race. Lessens my time with the boys.”

TWO MERCEDES, A FERRARI AND TWO ALPINES WALK INTO A CAFE: The Popular Fathers of F1 were seen on some Father-Children day out in Monte-Carlo.

“Hamilton, Leclerc and Wolff = Fathers of the Year? PLUS, a surprise appearance of Uncles Esteban Ocon and Pierre Gasly included in this article!”

THE MONTE-CARLO DADDY DAYCARE: These might be the best photos taken of Lewis Hamilton, Toto Wolff and Charles Leclerc yet!

“Where’s Max Verstappen? Oh, and HI ESTIE BESTIE AND PEAR!”

THE HEARTH HUSBANDS: How Toto Wolff, Lewis Hamilton and Charles Leclerc made the best husband materials ever through these photos.

“Max Verstappen, maybe it’s your time to shine, too!”

Aimee: I’m gonna go to sleep now but omg those photos of you and the other two are so funny haha!!! I’ll talk to you more about it tomorrow, but the babies wanted to say goodnight my love :)

Charles: I’ll tell you so much about the boys’ playdate tomorrow. Sleep well, mon cœur ❤️

Aimee: Give them kisses for me?

Charles: Already did for you. Now sleep.

Aimee: Sleep well, my love

“Papa?” At first, Charles wanted to fall back asleep at the sound. He thought that he was just dreaming. His dream was literally just about baking those cookies— and with the call of Papa he assumed that he was just being called by the boys from the living room.

Then he felt a small soft hand on his cheek, making his eyes open slowly as he witnessed his three sons standing there. He sat himself up a little, stretching as he asked, “H, Jules? PJ? What’re you boys doing up?”

“Nous ne pouvons pas dormir parce que maman ne nous a pas embrassés,” we can’t sleep because Mummy didn’t give us a hug. Jules said as quietly as he could, swinging his body back and forth while he clung onto his Lotso bear.

PJ pulled his hand back from holding Charles’ face as he meekly stood there, still sucking on the pacifier.

Hervé nodded at Jules’ comment and sheepishly asked, “Can we sleep here, Papa?”

PJ pulled the pacifier off and added, “Pwease?”

Charles shook himself out of his thoughts. He was still feeling a bit hazy after being woken up by his kids at… two in the morning. These kids really have a bad habit of waking up in the most inconvenient time.

But just as he was looking down at his kids, who still stood at his side of the bed, he couldn’t help but smile softly. He might not be Aimee to make them feel comfortable enough to go to sleep after being given a hug, but the least he could do was be there for them.

Looking back at today’s events, he seemed to be content with the result of his plans and his kids’ reaction towards it. Sure, Hervé might’ve cried for the first three hours, but he soon got comfortable at the thought of spending time with his Papa while Aimee was somewhere else and away from them. PJ proudly dressed himself up and decided what to wear by himself. Jules comforted Hervé when his twin got sad. He was nothing but proud of his boys. He was hella proud of himself.

And he loved his boys so much that he couldn’t deny them anything. Now that he thought of it, it was even harder to deny them anything because Aimee wasn’t here. He was just happy they hadn’t asked for sugar before bed.

He grinned at his boys and patted the empty spot next to him, hoisting PJ up while he said, “Alright. Up we go then, boys. Let’s go get some good sleep.”

It’s safe to say that the Leclerc daycare went well today. That was a major achievement for Charles. Thank god for his mother and other peer support, right?

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track 001. sola

─── ❝ y de todo me olvidaré, hasta de tu nombre me olvidare ❞ ───

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f1updates penelope trevino, longtime family friend of the sainz family has appeared in the paddock for the first time since 2016. she is here for the first grand prix of the year.

user92 she looks hot. single penelope is thriving, give us the mclaren boys content girl.

user73 our latina queen coming through with the style. love her outfit

↳ user64 she's not latina if she's from spain.

↳ user73 she was born in the usa to mexican parents and grew up traveling to mexico, spain, and the states. she's a latina, simply because she grew up in spain or the states doesn't change that.

↳ user39 no one is doing it like her, truly

user20 i fucking love her fit. i could never wear something like that because i hate denim dresses, they're so uncomfy but she looks so good in it.

penelopetrevino posted a new story

note to self: don't leave your phone unattended near two toddlers.

landonorris i am not a toddler! penelopetrevino remind me again how old you are? landonorris THAT'S NOT FAIR!

carlossainz55 you just had to post it didn't you? penelopetrevino you just had to look so disgusted didn't you? carlossainz55 i can't help feeling disgusted by the thought of you penelopetrevino eres insoportable (you are unbearable) carlossainz55 i'm glad your boyfriend cheated on you penelopetrevino bastardo, i hope you dnf (bastard)

she slammed her phone face down, frustrated with carlos sainz. he was completely and utterly annoying. she frowned and failed to notice the person sitting beside her, "first one?"

penelope jumped up, her reflexes having her hold her fists up. the person held their hands up, and penelope deflated, noticing it was a girl. she smiled at penelope, holding out a hand for a handshake, "natalia ruiz."

"penelope trevino," she replied, shaking her hand, "and i'm sorry about that but you scared me."

she shrugged, "i would've done the same. i grew up with charles and his brothers, violence was always the answer. is this your first race? i haven't seen you around here before."

penelope shook her head, "i haven't been here since 2016. my schedule got too busy to attend races."

"and you're here with?"

"carlos, with mclaren."

"ah, you must be the annoying thorn in his side."

"the bastard said that about me? i'll have you know i am a saint compared to carlos sainz. he told me he was glad my boyfriend cheated on me."

"ooh," natalia said, "that's tough. i can help you get back at him."

"how?"

"adding you to our group chat, i'm surprised daph hasn't added you yet. she always manages to get everyone's number. it's sort of scary what she can do."

"do it," penelope said, "anything to further annoy carlos."

natalia laughed, handing her phone to her, "put your number in there. i have a feeling we're about to be good friends penelope trevino."

natalia ruiz added one person

max verstappen why does everyone suddenly love adding people? bad enough leclerc and ruiz are here.

charles leclerc i can and will crash into you. natalia ruiz fuck you verstappen max verstappen no thanks, you're not my type. daniel ricciardo yeah, he prefers small blondes named mae jones max verstappen i'm going to murder you

carlos sainz you have got to be shitting me

carlos sainz what have you done?

carlos sainz is nothing sacred anymore?

lewis hamilton i bet it's penelope, the girl he was complaining about earlier.

natalia ruiz you're being dramatic carlos, she's a nice girl. she almost punched me.

penelope trevino YOU SCARED ME! FIGHT OR FLIGHT! I PICKED FIGHT! I ALWAYS PICK FIGHT!

daniel ricciardo i don't get it, why invite her if you were going to complain about her?

carlos sainz i didn't invite her, my dad did. i don't want her anywhere near me.

mae jones didn't know princess diaries 2 was getting a remake.

daphne jones huh, you're right. mae jones of course i am, i always am daphne jones that's debatable

fernando alonso i was under the impression he liked her? it seems like those things children do to get someone's attention.

penelope trevino the better spanish driver is so wrong. he doesn't like me. i also don't like him. we tolerate each other because our families like each other.

carlos sainz tolerate each other is too nice

pierre gasly are you not spanish too?

penelope trevino I'M MEXICAN! YOU FRENCH FRY!

natalia ruiz she's like charles when they call him french

charles leclerc i'm not french, i'm monegasque.

pierre gasly tell that to arthur, he seems to think he's french. charles leclerc arthur's too busy trying to date sergio's niece, his opinion doesn't matter. lance stroll isabella? she said they were besties? or something like that charles leclerc the other one! lance stroll dulce? charles leclerc THAT ONE!

daphne jones carlos why do you even dislike her? she seems like a nice girl

carlos sainz oh, she's got you all fooled penelope trevino i've only ever been mean to you in retaliation pendejo. you cut off my pigtail when we were kids so i shaved your head

daniel ricciardo i find it hard to believe that carlos was ever bald

penelope trevino he was like 7 and i was 5. i am petty.

natalia ruiz heard your song with bad bunny, please marry me. it's like dress level good

pierre gasly translation: it's a horny song esteban ocon forever scared. do not look up the lyrics

natalia ruiz they make it sound worse in english, it's actually not that bad

fernando alonso she lies. penelope trevino it's not that bad mae jones i translated the lyrics, it's pretty bad. i aspire to write a song as horny as that one day.

sebastian vettel somehow i get called dad but all of you tend to 'adopt' the first person you come across

natalia ruiz that's not true! i'm simply helping a friend annoy someone else.

carlos sainz what have i ever done to you natalia?

natalia ruiz nothing but i love chaos and a good enemies to lovers

carlos sainz me and her? never.

penelope trevino the two of us? never in a million years

lewis hamilton screenshotting so when you two inevitable end up together i have proof.

daniel ricciardo I DID THE SAME THING YEARS AGO!

max verstappen why do i vaguely remember that??

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penelopetrevino two pretty (new) bestfriends take on australia!

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nataliaruiz we're besties now! even if you almost punched me

↳ penelopetrevino of course, but don't sneak up on me if you don't want to get nearly punched.

user86 this is so iconic of them

user29 the dresses are so iconic of them but who took the picture??

landonorris so no picture credits? wow mom

↳ penelopetrevino so sorry my son 📸 landonorris

↳ landonorris thanks mom!

↳ user55 lando literally imprinted like a baby duck on penelope

user44 not charles liking a post because his bestie was tagged in it

↳ user31 those two are not just besties and we all fucking know it

↳ user91 facts! those two are in love

user64 so no carlos???

lando norris i don't why carlos doesn't like penelope, she's nice??

penelope trevino ugly bitches hate me

carlos sainz says the ugly person herself

lance stroll he may hate her guts but he will never call her a bitch

alex albon we respect women here lance! lance stroll i know that alex!

mae jones love a good enemies to lovers

natalia ruiz same, it's mia and nicholas but irl

max verstappen i still don't get what that means

daniel ricciardo right, forgot you basically had no childhood. we're watching princess diaries 2. EVERYONE TO MY HOTEL ROOM!!

lance stroll CAN I COME TOO??!!! esteban ocon lance, buddy, are you feeling okay??

lance stroll THAT WASN'T ME!! I HAVE A CHILD CHASING ME!!

george russell i can hear him screaming for sergio to "control his child"

george russell i wasn't aware checo had children who could text.

sebastian vettel that's his niece george.

george russell i knew that...

lance stroll DANNY!! CAN I COME?!! I LOVE THE PRINCESS DIARIES!!

daniel ricciardo of course isabella.

lance stroll this is why you're my favorite red bull driver

max verstappen what the fuck?

pierre gasly HE DOESN'T EVEN DRIVE FOR RED BULL ANYMORE

lance stroll added one person

isabella perez i don't care. are any of you dating daphne freaking jones??

daniel ricciardo how the fuck??

penelope trevino DANIEL'S DATING DAPHNE JONES??

isabella perez i saw you guys kissing one time last year... if you really want to keep your relationship a secret maybe try harder

daphne jones I TOLD YOU RICCIARDO!! BUT NO YOU SAID, "WHO COULD POSSIBLY SEE US??"

daniel ricciardo how was a i supposed to know she was around??? she's like a baby duck.

isabella perez i am.

isabella perez i'm like jacob with rotisserie chicken in twilight

max verstappen what the fuck is twilight

isabella perez oh, they weren't joking when they said you had no childhood.

penelope trevino what the fuck did i get myself into??

isabella perez SINGING IN THE SHOWER!! LA-DA-DI LA-DA-DA

penelope trevino oh por dios

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i'm not quite sure how i feel about this part but i lowkey think it's cute. so here it is! please do not expect parts this frequently, i'm just trying to get the first part out for every series in the honest series. i'll probably disappear for a week after that, it's a pattern for me.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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My life will, quite literally, never be the same.

I moved to the motorsport county for a multitude of reasons, but having Silverstone on my doorstep was at the top of the list.

The mileage counter in my beaten-up racing green Vauxhall has racked up most of it's digits on the A43 through Towcester, I can tell you the exact position of every road sign painted with a brown rectangle, a chequered flag next to the word "Silverstone". I could tell you which direction the track is in from anywhere in the world, as if it's Wing shaped roof hangs like a petrol-laden North Star. All roads lead to Silverstone, you may say (no-one has ever said this)

So, Grace, I hear you asking, how often do you go?

Never.

That is, of course, until I received an email from God herself (the Aston Martin F1 Team Marketing Analyst) informing me of my invitation to their AMR24 Launch. An invitation I very obviously accepted, after 24 hours worth of crying, screaming, and stalking said marketing analyst on LinkedIn to make sure this was not in fact some messed up kind of joke

So it's 7 in the morning, I'm doing my usual commute through the god-awful traffic hell that is Northamptonshire, only this time I'm not going straight ahead on the Silverstone Bypass, I am taking the ever elusive right turn into the brand new Aston Martin Technology Centre and being handed a visitor's pass

The first thing I notice is that they've only gone and put a bloody AMR23 (with the new livery) right in the middle of the lobby, it's covered up at this point, and I'm staring daggers through the cover just daring it to be riddled with carbon fibre underneath. AMR team members are floating around like green angels everywhere I look, shelves are adorned with this past year's trophies (I make a comment to a passing team member - "you'll need more shelves after this year", she chuckles and moves on - I try not to take this is a bad sign)

8 o'clock hits, the official launch video plays, and the cover is removed. jesus fucking christ she's green. thank fuck. I can go home now.

Oh, hang on, is that Mike Krack?

Shit it is.

Mike has a shakedown to run of course, so he doesn't hang around for too long. He's confident in this car though, they've been working on it for years, and he's sure we'll be quick out of the gate. Off he goes across the road to the garage. "Don't worry," they say, "you'll be going over to watch the cars on track too."

Sorry, can you repeat that please, I believe you just said we are going to go over to the track to watch the cars.

"Yes of course, but not before we ply you with cake and coffee, naturally, oh and also Pedro De La Rosa is here along with Jessica Hawkins. Do you want to chat to them?"

I ask Pedro where he and Fernando went to dinner last night. Somewhere in Oxford I think, I stopped listening, I was thinking about how much I would be willing to be a thir-

Anyway.

At this point no photos are allowed for the rest of the day, they are literally building the car right in front of you no you cannot put that on social media.

We're heading across the road now, along the Hamilton straight and up around Stowe, we head past the Porsche Experian Centre and I make some vague comment about Webbonso that nobody picks up on. Nevermind. We turn left just before Maggots and Becketts to head towards the pit lane, and into the Aston Martin garage.

The smell of petrol is so overwhelmingly strong and I make sure every single cell of my lungs is scarred from it. A batak machine is being set up and I joke "wouldn't it be funny if someone beat Jenson Button's world record today". Someone did, not even 5 minutes later. A wave of "get Jenson on the phone!" fills the garage.

I turn around, Stoffel Vandoorne and Felipe Drugovich are on a stage talking about how exciting it is to see the car, or at least they're trying to look excited. I'm not sure Drugo knows what that even means.

Lawrence Stroll is talking to a mechanic and I can literally hear the thousands of dollars dropping into his bank account with every heartbeat. Surely his son is nearby? Oh yes, right infront of us. Imagine that. (Lance did of course look gorgeous, his racesuit tied around his waist, laughing with his engineers like the whore he is)

We're heading over to the PU station now and the wonderful AM team member is talking us through the specifics of it, but I haven't heard a single word she has said, because unfortunately for her Fernando has decided to enter the garage at that exact moment. I am stood near a space heater, and he locks eyes on me (nope, the space heater) immediately. He makes his way over and sticks his backside directly towards the heater and my face is about as red as the radiator.

"Good morning! How are you?"

I have so many words to say to you right now, and not a single one of them is in a language that either of us can understand. I think I eventually vomitted up some form of acceptable response, however, because he smiled at me.

"Are you cold?"

"Only a little" I respond. Not anymore, I'm picturing myself under you, I think.

I totally lost a good hour after this because there's not a single memory here for me to put into words, damn you Alonso

The blur fades with the freezing air outside, and we're stood on the pitwall. Sky Sports are here now and have us doing media stuff, I run as far away from them as possible and climb onto the pitwall. FIA, if you're reading this, I promise I kept both feet on the ground at all times.

They tell us the shakedown isn't going to plan, suprise surprise, and you actually cannot see the car on track today. I mentally curl into a ball and sob the whole way back to the AMRTC but all of a sudden we are being led to mission control and the composite engineering stations and they are, literally, building a car infront of us whatthefuckishappening

By this point I have recovered from my minor sulk - Grace this is literally the best day of your life get over yourself - and then we're being told that as an apology they have hired a room in the Hilton Hotel opposite the pitlane, free food and drinks for as long as we want, oh and... cars on track. all. day. long.

Whilst writing this i received another email from biblically-accurate marketing analyst god asking for feedback. I think a string of letters indicating incessant shrieking will probably do the trick

#grace at aston

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ahh i love your deaged daniel series!

do max and daniel ever have a get together or play date with sebastian and/or jenson's families? just to give daniel a chance to play with kids his own age and get some energy out

but maybe he's also shy at first and scared to talk to all the new people!

been kinda offline all day, but i had this in the drafts

De-Aged Daniel | De-Aged Daniel Part 11

Max didn’t realize how many drivers had kids. It wasn’t something he went around asking honestly and it also wasn’t any of his business. But after the twitch fiasco, he’d been added to no less than three driver dad group chats.

He’d tried to explain in each one that he wasn’t a father, but Daniel had exchanged bodies. And that, itself caused a whole different level of chaos.

This is how he found himself and Little Daniel walking into a park looking dubiously at the group of men chatting in a circle while their children ran around them.

“Max! You made it!” Seb’s grin was wide as Max settled near to them.

“Well, it's within walking distance of my flat so��” Max shrugged. Little Daniel looked at everyone with wide eyes before shyly tucking his face into Max’s neck.

“Daniel, these are some friends of ours. Do you want to say hi?” Max asked softly.

“Hi…” Daniel whispered into Max’s neck, clutching at his tshirt strongly so Max didn’t get the idea to put him down. He hadn’t been allowed to carry the Max pillow and Daniel had made his objections known with big, watery honey eyes and a wobbly bottom lip. Max had bargained that he could wear his race suit instead and that had soothed the savage badger.

“I forgot how shy he used to be. You’d never know now.” Seb mused, Jenson nodded along, clearly remembering how awkward the knobby kneed young Aussie used to be in the paddock.

“Kid was fast though.” Nico pointed out which caused the older drivers to nod again, clearly remembering.

“You hear that Daniel, you were the fastest.” Max said, gaining Little Daniel’s attention. The boy looked at him curiously, tilting his head when Max nodded to the men. “This is Seb, Nico and Jenson. You raced against them and won.”

“Yenshen.” Daniel repeated, looking curiously at the men and biting his fingers. His mouth dropped open when he looked at Seb, as if in recognition.

“Hello old friend. Remember how we stopped biting our fingers?” Seb said softly, reaching to pluck Little Daniel’s fingers from his mouth. Daniel let him, staring into Seb’s bright blue eyes in wonder.

“Do we think he’ll spring back up to normal or will it be another exchange?” Nico asked while Seb kept Little Daniel busy.

“I’m not sure. Grace thinks he’ll exchange his way up.” Max offered with a slight shrug, being careful not to jostle.

“She must remember then.” Seb murmured, fluffing Little Daniel’s hair.

“Seb!” Little Daniel cried out, grabbing at the older man’s palm to keep it from his hair.

“You said he did this before, right?” Jenson asked, grabbing his own son and swinging him on his hip. Little Daniel’s attention latched onto the other boy.

“Yeah, he got overwhelmed after Canada in ‘14. It never lasted this long though.”

Jenson put his son down after his wiggling got too wild and Little Daniel started tapping Max’s shoulder with his ring finger until the older man got the hint. The three drivers watched as Little Daniel clutched at Max’s shirt hem for a second before walking off to the playground with the other kids.

Later that afternoon, it took all of their efforts to corral all the children who had started a game of tag just as the decision to go home had been made. Little Daniel kept running towards Max then away when Max reached down to grab him, laughing his honking giggle and screaming that he was faster. Jenson was able to distract him enough for Max to scoop him up, tickling his belly. They laughed as he squirmed breathlessly.

Little Daniel kept up a running commentary on the walk home, chattering away and telling Max about what he did and how much fun he had. He started flagging once they got to their building and Max was barely able to get him showered, and fed before he was snoozing on the couch. Max smiled at his soft face, slack in sleep. He laid on his stomach, clutching his Max pillow in one hand and hanging the other off the side of the comfortable cushion.

#maxiel #max/daniel #de aged daniel

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Fake Love Part 2/8

Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Nothing more nothing less. But following an accident whistle vacation in Dubai she somehow makes her boyfriend believe that she does somthing else for a living, something that earns her way more money than she has. Her boyfriend, Ruben, is just happy to have found someone who understands him so well, someone who doesn't want him for his money since money isn't an issue for neither reader or himself. Or so thinks. Would finding out the truth ruin their newfound relationship? Readers thinks so, and does everything to keep up the lie, although it has some bad people from the middle east looking for her.

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Over all it was a pleasant flight, despite your burns. Mostly thanks to Ruben. As the flight attendants came around with drinks and snacks, Ruben struck up a conversation and the two of you quickly discovered that you had a lot in common - both were avid travelers, loved good food, and were passionate about exploring new cultures. Later when the dinner menu was brought out, Ruben enthusiastically recommended the traditional Portuguese dishes, extolling the virtues of the country's cuisine. You were amused by his enthusiasm and found yourself getting caught up in his infectious energy. Ruben even insisted on sharing his favorite dishes with you, and the two of you laughed and chatted as you ate.

"Does it help, the ice?" He asked, after seeing you requested the flight attendants to bring you a puch to put against your thigh.

"A little." You answersed shyly, a bit taken aback by how observant Ruben was. You dozed off now and then during the flight, but there was a always a fresh pack of ice next to you when you woke up. Apperently Ruben went out of his way asking the flight attendants to bring you a fresh pack every hour as not to disturb your sleep. As the night wore on and the plane hit turbulence, you found yourself feeling more and more at ease with Ruben by your side. You couldn't help but be charmed by his kindness and generosity.

When the flight finally landed in Lisbon, Ruben leaned in and whispered, "You have to let me show you around my city. Meet me at the famous Pão de Azeite bakery tomorrow morning at 9am, and I'll take you on a tour of the best spots in Lisbon."

Your heart skipped a beat as your mind raced with the possibilities of your adventures together. However, you knew that Ruben thought you were a frequent business class traveler. But it was all an act and reality would set in once you stepped off this plane. The reality being that you and Ruben were from two very different worlds.

"Thanks Ruben, really. But I'm only here for two nights and owe it to my friend as I've ruined her vacation."

"You said what?"

Arriving at your hotel in uptown Lisbon, you told Alicia about Ruben asking you out and you turning him down. Needless to say that she was very unhappy about it.

"Y/N, that guy was leng. Not to mention his friends. Why did you turn him down?"

"Because." You said , regret waying heavily in the pit of your stomach. "I want to enjoy my time here with you."

"Me?" She frowned. "Y/N, I don't know fuck all about Portugal, let alone Lisbon. This guy could have showed us where the party is at. Who knows, maybe he would have brought his friend?"

Apparently Alicia really hit it of with Ruben's friend Fabio after the two of you switched seats. Ruben and you could hear them giggle over bottles of champagne as the two of them had them coming like treadmills on the plane.

"Alicia, I don't really feel like hooking up with strangers right now. It's been a really hectic few days for me and all I want to do is spend my time here with you and go home.

"Alright." She nodded. "At least tell it like it is, because if I was you I would've let that guy take me wherever he wants."

You shook your head but smiled. "Let's just unpack so we can explore the city." Your hotel suite was simply out of this world. Alicia had not held back on the expenses, really taking advantage of the courtesy of the Siddiq family.

"Oh, I know what we should do today! We should go shopping." She said, smiling in that mischievous way that you hated.

The two of you freshened up and hit the streets. Alicia had ordered a rental car with a chauffeur to drive you around. All at the expense of the Siddiq family of course. She had learned to put the tab on them just as well as she had learned to use her father's credit card as a teenager. "Oh my god, this would look so good on you." She said, holding up a black cocktail dress for you to try on.

"Yes, but the price." You said, hooking the dress back on it's hanger. You let Alicia drag you to the most luxurious shopping streets in Portugal, without the intentions of buying anything. Alicia on the other hand.....

"Come on Y/N, just try it on, something tells me you might need this dress tonight?"

"Tonight? What's tonight?"

You had noticed Alicia texting someone back and forth as the two of you arrived at the hotel. The texting went on the whole day to a point where you were getting really annoyed. You were supposed to enjoy your time together in Portugal, to be in the moment. Alicia however, seemed distracted. By whom, you found out on your way to a massive football stadium whilst squeezed into a skimpy cocktail dress.

"Alicia, don't you think we're a bit overdressed for a football game?" You asked, as your friend wandered into the stadium ahead of you, her high heels tricking people into thinking that she was a head taller than you.

"Trust me Y/N, you're not." She reassured, guiding you past where people were lining up to take their seats. You however, were heading upstairs, to a private lounge of some sort.

"Eyy, linda, vocês conseguiram!" (Ey, beautifuls', you made it!)

You were shocked to see Ruben and his friends welcoming you to sit with them.

"You came." He smiled as well as eyeing your dress up and down. He looked good too, wearing a white t-shirt and jeans.

"I am as suprised as you." You said, sitting down.

He frowned.

"But I'm sure our friends had something to do with it." You looked over to where Alicia and Fabio sat, now deep in conversation with each other, giggling mischievously.

"Well I'm glad you came." Ruben nodded, returning all of his attention back to you. His eyes were so captivating, deep brown and mysterious.

"Me too." You shirped, quick to switch your attention to what was happening on the football pitch. "Who's playing?" You asked, since you had no idea that Alicia planned for you to attend a football game whilst in Portugal.

"Benfica, of course." Ruben leaned towards you not to shout over the noise of yhe cheering crowd. "It's Benfica against Braga, a good game."

"If you say so." You shrugged, to which Ruben frowned.

"What?" You chuckled.

"You don't watch much football do you?"

"No, sorry. We play cricket where I'm from."

"Which is...?"

"England."

Ruben looked even more puzzled by your answer. "You know England has one of the top football leagues in the world, right?"

"We do?"

His eyes widened in suprise. "Manchester City is practically the best club in the world right now, at least tell me you've heard of them."

"Manchester...?" You hymned. "You mean United?"

Ruben opened his mouth to say something, but prevented himself as it might have been something impulsive.

You laughed. It was cute, the way it shocked him that you didn't follow football like the rest of the world. How could you, when growing up with brothers who only played cricket. It was all they could talk about around the dinner table.

"Am I too uneducated to be able to enjoy this game?" You asked. To which Ruben's expression faltered. "No."

"No?"

He shook his head. "Don't worry, I'll explain it to you."

You smiled. "How kind of you."

There was movment in the corner of your eye, Alicia, walking towards you in a hurry. "Bathroom, now!" She said, practically dragging you with her.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I didn't notice." She said, closing the bathroom door behind you.

"Noticed what?" You frowned.

"That it was him." She said, walking over to one of the mirrors, taking the opportunity to reapply her lipstick.

"Who?"

"Ruben." She shrugged.

"What about him?"

Alicia turned to you, confused as to why you were confused. "You didn't know either, did you?"

"Know what, Alicia? Get to the point." It was getting annoying.

She tucked away her lipstick and walked over to you, grabbing you by the shoulders. "Ruben Dias." She said. "As in, THE Ruben Dias, the professional footballer."

"The what?"

She let go of your shoulders returning to the bathroom mirror, tampering with her hair. "He's like super famous...and rich." She said.

"He is?"

"Yes, but don't make it obvious that you're in it for the money."

"But I'm not."

"Perfect, just like that."

"Alicia." You sighed. The two of you left the bathroom with the game having already started. Ruben waved for you to join him, but you were too distracted by what Alicia had told you in the bathroom, to focus on Ruben's explanation of what was happening on the pitch.

"Are you ladies up for something to eat?" Ruben's friend Theo asked. The game was over, the team Ruben was rooting for, having won 1-0. "My uncle owns this great spot in town which we wouldn't have to make reservations for."

"Eh." Fabio snorted. "With Ruben here we won't have to wait in line anywhere. Ain't that right Ruby? Can't you try and get us in to some hot club, I bet the ladies would like that."

Ruben turned to, eyeing your legs where parts of the dressing was visible. "Nah, I think dinner at Theo's uncle is better."

You silent thanked him for being so considering of you.

"No worries." He winked and offered you a hand to descend the steps of your private booth. He did not let go as the two of you made your way out of the stadium. It's when you realized that what Alicia said must be true. People were coming up to Ruben asking him to take pictures with them and sign their belongings. He was really someone specially to these people.

"Do you guys need a ride back to your hotel?" The guys asked, following a lovely dinner at Theo's uncle's restaurant.

"No thanks, we have a car."

"You do?"

"And a chauffeur." Alicia said, slurring on her words as she and Fabio had a bit more to drink than the rest of you.

"A chauffeur, really?" Ruben looked at you, slightly impressed.

Your eyes fell on the ground, embarrassed.

"I guess I'll see you later." Ruben said, when the two of you stood alone on the sidewalk, Fabio and Theo helping Alicia get into the car.

"Yeah, see you."

It was painful, saying goodbye.

"But you're staying in Portugal one more night, no?"

"Yes, Ruben but...."

He nodded. "No, I get it. You want to spend time with your friend, make up for ruining her vacation. But how about we meet up later, by the beach?"

"Beach?" You grimarced.

Ruben laughed. "I promise you I don't own a pair of speedos, neither does Theo. Fabio might, but I'll tell him not to...."

"It's not that." You mumbled.

"No?"

Ruben shuffled his feet, visibly conflicted in how he should approach this, approach you. "Y/N, if you have a boyfriend back home...."

You looked up, having avoided eye contact. "I don't." You said, terror in your eyes.

His shoulders relaxed as he exhaled. "Good. That's...good."

You couldn't help but to smile. Ruben did the same. You stepped forward, grabbing his arm for support as you tipped on your toes, kissing him and the cheek, Ruben's rough beard tickling your face.

"See you tomorrow...by the beach?"

"Yeah...." His voice trailed off as you let go of his arm, backing away towards the car.

"Tell your friend to text Alicia the details since he has her number.

"Well, can I have your number?" He smirked. "Maybe then I could text you the details."

"Maybe." You said, ignoring the butterflies that invaded your stomach. "Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." He nodded.

"Yes, I'll give it to you tomorrow."

"I look forward to tomorrow then."

You rolled your eyes. "Goodnight Ruben."

He smiled, a cheeky smile. "Goodnight, Y/N."

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #romance #portugal

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xiaoluclair · 11 months

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MAX and his FATHERS ㅡ post race fathers-son chats

📍 Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya // 04.06.2023 ↳ 🎥: Sky Sports F1

#max verstappen #adrian newey #christian horner #helmut marko #xiao: gif #gif: mv1 #and.. others #barca 23

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h-c-u · 9 months

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Love's Pit Crew - Social Media prequel

Story Summary: A former F2 driver is unable to continue her career in racing due to health reasons. After recovering from the crash, she goes to university to study engineering and at the same time starts to intern at the Mercedes-AMG Petronas facility in Brackley. Eventually, she climbs to the position of Aerodynamics Performance Engineer and starts appearing in the garage during races, where she first meets Bono and develops a crush on him. Her friends (Alex, Nyck, Charles, Lando and George) realize that and decide to play Cupid and get them together. The story will be about them arraigning situations in which Reader will be alone with Bono, so they can get to know each other more. The rest of the story will be written (aka - no social media AU. Ok, maybe some inserts from group chat because I enjoyed coming up with it very much). And there will be shenanigans.

Chapter Summary: A Media/Social Media blurb showing the reader's backstory and her relationships with the current F1 grid.

Pairing: none in this part. It will be Peter Bonnington x fem!reader (30yo) in the future.

Additional Characters in this chapter: Alex Albon, Nyck de Vries, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, and George Russell (all platonic friendships).

Rating: PG

A/N: I've spent too much time planning, researching, and making coloured graphs for everything to fit on the timeline not to put it anywhere, so here we go, I guess. I don't know yet if there will be multiple parts or just one follow-up, but if anyone wants to be tagged - please let me know in the comments under this part <3

Technical Note: It's my 1st SMAU and I was trying to find a way for it to be good quality across devices, but what looks good in the browser, looks blurry on mobile and vice versa. Because of that I am posting links to good quality versions of each of the pictures above said picture, so hopefully, everyone will be able to enjoy it :)

Masterlist | List of tags | Taglist

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A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

#my writing #Peter Bonnington fanfic #Peter Bonnington fanfiction #Peter Bonnington x reader #Formula 1 fanfic #Formula 1 fanfiction #Alex Albon fanfiction #Nyck De Vries fanfiction #Charles Leclerc fanfiction #Lando Norris fanfiction #George Russell fanfiction #Love's Pit Crew by G.

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olicitymckono · 6 months

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Let Me Go

Hi guys. Have a new Charles Leclerc story up. I hope you enjoy it. All mistakes are my own. I prefer longer stories but if you prefer separate parts then let me know ☺️

Trigger warning for mention of SA.

LET ME GO

Being in love with your brother’s best friend is not always the ideal scenario. A scenario Y/N Fontaine only knew too well. Her brother Riley was best friends with Charles Leclerc having lived next door to the Leclerc family their whole lives. Y/N was about two years younger then the boys and was extremely close to her brother and to Charles, but she knew that he only saw her as a little sister. Riley and Charles were both charming, sweet guys and plenty of girls threw themselves at the two guys. Y/N loved spending time at the track with the two as Charles raced around and Riley tinkered with the karts. As they got older Y/Ns crush on the Leclerc boy only grew but she never told anyone about her feelings except one, her best friend Chloe Dupont. She had been the one to keep Y/n realistic about Charles and her feelings for the boy. She had shown y/n that the future F1 star only cared about her in a platonic way and as far as y/n was concerned that was good enough for her.

Bounding down the stairs of her house y/n was excited as she was on her way to spend the day with her best friends. She stopped as she past the living room on her way to the door when her brother called her name. “Hey guys,” she smiled. Riley, Charles and their other two friends Pierre Gasly and Dean Monet were seated around the long table clearly in the middle of something important.

Pierre got up and crossed the room to give her a hug. “Hey Petal.”

Hugging him back tightly y/n chuckled at the nickname. “Hey Gasly.” She noticed Charles was looking at her and she felt her cheeks grow warm but she simply smile at him before turning to her brother. “What’s up Ry?”

“Where you off to?”

“We have to finish planning for the school dance. Its only a few weeks away.”

Dean shifted in his chair, “You have a date yet?”

All the guys turned to look at the young Frenchman except Charles. He kept his eyes on her.

Riley raised an eyebrow at his friend who just shrugged his shoulders.

“Umm I have to go or I’ll be late. But I’ll see you later.” y/n moved over to her brother and kissed his cheek. Pierre had gone back to his chair but as he passed her he tapped his cheek. She rolled her eyes before kissing his as well. She looked at Charles who too tap his cheek, she quickly walked over and repeated the action. It did not go unnoticed though that y/n had not done the same with Dean. Maybe it was simply the fact that he had embarrassed her but the reality was that he creeped her out. Ever since she had turned 17 a year ago, the older blond boy had begun paying too much attention to her and not in a good way. He had even tried to kiss her in the bathroom at Riley’s 18th birthday party, something she had never told any of the other guys. With a final goodbye she left the boys to work on whatever it was they were doing.

The girls were currently sitting in Chloe’s room papers laying everywhere. Planning a dance was a lot harder then they had anticipated but it was fun. Y/n and another girl were talking about some designs and Chloe had gone off to the bathroom when the latter’s phone buzzed next to them on the bed. Y/n glanced quickly before taking a second longer look. Why was Charles sending her friend messages. She grabbed the phone and read the message that was opened on the lock screen.

“Gonna be a little late in picking u up 2morrow.”

Confused y/n opened her friend’s phone as they knew each others passcodes. She clicked on the chat between Chloe and Charles, realising that the two of them were an item. She looked up as Chloe entered the room. The other girl saw the look on her friend’s face and the phone in her hand. “Y/n,” she started but was interrupted.

“How long?”

“A month.”

Y/n nodded getting up and grabbing her things.

“Where are you going?” Chloe demanded.

“What’s going on?” Abigail asked looking between the two.

Y/n ignored the girl, just looking at her friend. “You’ve been seeing each other for a month but how long have you been hiding your feelings from me? Have you been laughing behind my back about my “stupid little crush.”

“Its not like that.”

“Oh really?” she asked hands on hips. “Tell me them Chloe how is it?”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “You want the truth? Fine! Do you really think that a guy like Charles would ever be interested in you? You’re a nerd, you’re on the plumper side and he’s your brother’s best friend. If he wanted you he would have made a move already and not fallen for me. You’re out of his league y/n. It’s time you realise that.”

“Well at least I realised now what kind of friend you really are.” y/n threw her bag onto her shoulder and headed for the door. “Good luck Abbey.”

As soon as she got home she could hear the boys in the lounge watching something on the TV. She quickly and quietly made her way upstairs so as not to face them. But as she reach her bedroom door, the last person she wanted to see came out the bathroom.

“Hey.”

“Hi Charles,” she responded quickly without looking at him and opened her door, quickly closing it behind her and climbing on her bed, wrapping her arms around her legs.

There was a gentle knock before the door opened. “Cherie?” He walked inside and gentle closed the door behind him. Seeing how she was sitting concerned him, so he made his way over and sat down next to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” She kept her head down so he wouldn’t see that she had been crying.

“Look at me, please?”

She shook her head, “I’m fine Charles. Can you please just go?”

He reached out his hand and tried to lift her chin, “Please tell me what’s wrong.” She looked up at him and tried to give him a smile in hopes it would convince him but he could see that she had been crying. He pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. “Why have you been crying?”

“It’s nothing just something stupid.”

“Cherie..” he began but she pulled a way and stood up.

“I’m ok Charles, you don’t have to worry about me,” she wiped her eyes trying to get ride of the evidence of her tears

He stood up and walked closer to her placing his hand against her cheek. “I’m always going to worry about you. I care about you.”

“I’ll be ok. You should get back to the others before they come looking for you.”

He tilted his head slightly and gave her a piercing look that made her drop her eyes. She stepped away from him, going to her desk and opening her laptop before sitting down.

Charles sighed, knowing her well enough he knew she wasn’t going to tell him. He was just going to have to give her time, but he was determined to find out what going on. “You know I’m here.” She nodded. “Ok.”

She heard him leave and only once the door had closed did she allow herself to breakdown again.

For the next several weeks Charles couldn’t help but notice that she was different. None of the others noticed but he did. She seemed to almost be avoiding him but when he asked Riley why she was never around he simply replied that she was busy with finals and college applications. He knew it wasn’t that though, it was something else but he knew with summer coming up he would have time with her. Both their families had planned a vacation together in Corsica and he knew that if she was on a boat in the middle of the sea, she wouldn’t be able to run away. However unbeknownst to Charles y/n was about to change the plans.

One afternoon after school y/n visited her mother and Pascale at the hair salon, excitement in her eyes.

“What has got you looking so happy my love?” Amelie Fontaine asked her daughter.

The young girl reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope. “Maman look at this.”

Amelie put down the hairdryer she had in her hand and took the envelope. She took out the papers and read through the documents. She looked back at her daughter once she was finished. “Egypt? For the summer?”

Y/n nodded. “Professor Shuzman will be chaperoning with a few other teachers. Maman it’s an amazing opportunity. Can you image all the historical things they might found?”

She saw the look on her daughter’s eyes, “ You really want to go?” y/n nodded. “What about our vacation? Riley and Charles head back to racing after. It really is the only free time they get.”

“I know Maman but this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its a historical dig that they are inviting the most promising students to join. This will add to my college applications. And it’s only for three weeks. I join you guys for the last week.”

“I don’t know y/n.”

“Please Maman?”

Finally Amelie agreed. How could she deny her daughter when she was so excited. Y/n screeched in happiness before throwing her arms around her mother.

“However, you are telling your brother.”

“Thank you Maman,” she replied nodded her head.

A few weeks later summer was just starting and y/n was busy doing some last minute packing. It felt a bit weird that she and her family were leaving but were going opposite ways. Them to Corsica and her to Egypt. Riley had been a bit sad when she had told him but was extremely proud of his little sister who also had graduated top of her grade and would be starting University soon. Charles on the other hand was not happy she wasn’t going to be there. He had been looking forward to spending time with her especially since she had been so distant. But there really wasn’t much he could do about it. He decided to invite Chloe to join and she had been more than happy to accept. He had noticed that the two girls no longer spoke and he figured that maybe he could get some answers from his girlfriend. As far as he was concerned though, this was going to be a long summer, too long without her.

Cairo was more amazing then she had imagined. So much history right at her fingertips. The three weeks had flown by far too quickly for her and she was sad to be leaving. Another reason was named Chris. He was an American student who also happened to be the son of the man in charge of the dig. He and Y/n had gotten pretty close over the three weeks. He was charming and funny and not to mention attractive. But what drew him to y/n was his passion for history, much like herself.

“Hey y/n.”

She was currently sitting at a coffee shop in the airport while she waited for her flight. She looked up from her book and found herself looking at the very man she had been thinking of, “Hey Chris.”

“May I?” he indicated to the chair next to her. She nodded. “What times your flight?”

She looked at her watch, “About an hour.”

“I can’t believe that you’re already going home. It’s not going to be the same without you here.”

“I wish I could stay but Uni starts soon and I know if I don’t spend some of the holiday with my family they will kill me.”

He chuckled, “Its nice having a family that’s so close.” She nodded. “Can I...I mean do you think I could maybe come visit you?”

She smiled brightly, “I’d really like that.”

She stood at the marina waiting for her brother to pick her up so she could join the family on board Charles’ boat but as she saw the little speedboat approaching the dock, she noticed that it wasn’t Riley at the wheel but Charles. She felt her heart skip a beat at the site of the brunette racer. She had hoped that by being away from him would have magically changed her feelings but she was wrong. On the boat the young man was also feeling something different. As he saw her standing there in a knee length yellow sundress, Charles realised just how much he had missed her. Chloe had only been able to spend the first week with them but even then he hadn’t really enjoyed the company, his mind always thinking about the beautiful girl in front of him. He smiled at her as he pulled the boat to a stop. He reached out his hand and grabbed hers lightly, helping her onto the boat.

“Thanks.”

He hugged her tightly and kissed her head lightly. “ Hi Cherie.”

She returned the hug feeling like this is where she belonged but made sure to not hold on too long. “Hi. Where’s Ry?”

“I volunteered to come fetch you,” he waited for her to sit before starting the boat.

“Why?” she cocked her head.

“I missed you.”

That simple statement sent butterflies erupting in her belly. But she knew not to take it to serious. He meant he missed his friend. “How’s Chloe?”

He shrugged. “Okay I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Haven’t really seen or spoken to her since she went back to Monaco.”

She nodded.

They chatted for awhile about Egypt and everything she had gotten up to. He could listen to her for hours. The way her face would light up when she’d talk about anything she was passionate about, made him smile. Soon the sun was starting to set and they had a little bit further to go when he had an idea. “Do you want to drive for a bit?”

She looked up at him in surprise. “Last time anyone let me drive I almost ended up on the deck of some Americans yacht.”

He chuckled. “Nothing but open water for a bit. Besides I’m right here.”

Biting her lip softly she thought for a minute before nodding her head. She got up and moves closer to the wheel. He stepped back and allowed her to grab the wheel while he stood close behind. He placed his hands over hers on the wheel and she felt her skin burn. She gulped. “Nice and easy Cherie.”

She could feel his breath against her skin and Goosebumps erupted. It felt like time had stopped, his body pressed against her back. Charles was feeling the sparks too. Her skin under his hands, the temptation to run his fingers along her skin, to press his lips against her exposed neck, her perfume intoxicating. He felt himself leaning closer, lips hovering above the skin when he felt her pull away. “You should take over.”

He watched her walk back over and sit down, not looking at him but he could see her cheeks were flushed. They rode in silence for the remainder of the trip and as soon as they got to his boat she was gone in a flash. She didn’t even wait for him to help her off, afraid of what she felt for him. He sighed watching her drift away from him into her mother’s arms.

A Few weeks later

The first few races of the session had not been what Charles had been hoping for. For some reason he had thought that maybe just maybe Ferrari had got over their shit show of a year and making progress. Boy was he wrong. The strategies were even worse than before and both he and Carlos were struggling. Not to mention that he and Chloe had broken up and fans were abuzz with the news that just a few days after breaking up with the girl he had started to hang out with another of their friends Charlotte. She was a nice girl and they had alot of fun. But one thing that didn’t sit well with him was the fact that y/n had become even more distant from him. She had seemed hurt when he and Charlotte got close but tried hard not to show it.

Speaking of the young girl she had been hurt when he had started seeing Charlotte but not surprised. Chloe had been right when she said that he would never see her as anything other then he’s best friends sister. So she did what she had to, focused on school and had made a decision to go out with guys who actually wanted to be around her. It was currently a non race week and even though she had been hoping to spend some time with her big brother, Riley had to go off to the Red bull factory with Max. As his race engineer Max respected and highly trusted Riley’s opinion. So y/n had decided to head home after class, order some pizza and enjoy her favourite movie. She had just gotten to her apartment and had taken off her shoes when she heard a knock at her door. As soon as she opened it she knew she had made a mistake. He shouldn’t be here, in fact she wasn’t even sure how he knew where she lived. She tried to close the door but he was stronger then her, forcing his way in he slammed the door behind him. Before she had a chance to cry for help he struck her across the face. She tried to run to her room, she could lock herself in and call the police but he grabbed her from behind, placing his hand over her mouth. “Not a sound, or it’s gonna hurt a lot more.” He shoved her to the bedroom and pushed her hard on the bed. She tried to fight him but he hit her again hard enough to taste blood. He reached under her dress and ripped off her underwear before shoving it in her mouth. He pulled off his belt and climbed on top of her grabbing her hands together and tying it together with the belt. She didn’t want to give up but he was so much stronger than her, feeling the tears rolling down her face as he ripped open her dress from the top y/n couldn’t stop the inevitable from happening as he forced himself on her.

As soon as he was done he got off her and pulled up his jeans. He leaned over her and undid the belt before putting it back on. Her face was covered in blood and bruises were starting to form. He leaned down again grabbing her chin forcefully and kissed her, she had no energy to pull away but once he released her chin she turned herself over away from him. “Tell anyone and I’ll make it a regular thing.” And then he left. He left her laying there on the bed, broken. It hurt when she moved but she forced herself to get up. She gingerly made her way to the closet and grabbed the longest jacket she had and pulled it on. As easily as she could she made her way down to the garage, thankfully not running in to anyone and found her car.

“Miss Fontaine are you sure there is no one we can call?” a young nurse asked as the doctor examined her. She had made her way to the hospital and was now been questioned by both the hospital staff and the police. She told them everything, everything except who had attacked her. She felt humiliated and violated, just wanting it to be over but more than anything she didn’t want anyone to know especially her family.

Dr Wiseman stood up, she was an older lady about her mom’s age and she had a sympathetic look on her face. “Y/n I’ve got all the evidence I need and will make sure the detectives get it. Katie over here can help you take a shower now if you want?” Y/n shook her head. “Ok. Katie,” she turned to the nurse. “Can you get some clean scrubs for y/n to change into?”

“Sure.”

“Also please ask the detective to come on in.”

She nodded before heading for the door.

“Can I use the bathroom?”

“Of course. Let me help you up “ the older woman took her hand and gently pulled her up.

While y/n was in the bathroom the girl’s phone started ringing. The Dr ignored it the first time it rang but when Katie returned with the clean scrubs the phone rang again and this time Katie answered.

“Hello?”

“Hello?” the man’s voice sounded hesitant. “Im looking for y/n?”

“She is currently with the Doctor but who can say called?”

“Doctor? What happened? Is she ok?”

“I’m really sorry but I can’t share information but I can get her to call you when she is done.”

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there soon.” The man didn’t wait to hear anything before he put down the phone.

Y/n came out the bathroom and sat back down on the bed. “Can I go home now?”

“We need to wait for the Dr to come back. And I know that the police have a few more questions. But soon.”

Several more minutes passed before the Dr returned, by then the police had finished up with her and had promised to keep her updated on their progress, she had just nodded, numbness setting in. As the Dr was talking to her Charles burst through the door. “Cherie.”

“Excuse me sir but you can’t just walk in here, no matter how famous you are.”

“I’m sorry Doctor but she’s family.” He didn’t take his eyes off her and walked closer.

“What are you doing here? Better yet how did you know I was here?” y/n asked. She didn’t want him there, she didn’t want anyone there.

“I called you. Someone said you were with a doctor and this is the only hospital around.”

“Would you like him to leave?” Dr Wiseman asked her.

“Its ok. I just want to go home.”

“Well I really would prefer you to stay over night. You are going to be in some pain. And I don’t want you to be alone.”

“I’ll be ok.”

“She’s going to stay with me.” Charles replied at the same time.

Y/n looked up at him, “I’ll be fine.”

“No arguments. I’ll look after her Dr.”

Dr Wiseman looked between the two before settling her eyes on the young girl. “Its your choice.”

“Its fine.”

“Okay, I’ll get the discharge papers and your medication. Mr Leclerc may I have a word outside please?”

“Ok.”

She waited till they were outside the door before speaking. “I can’t share with you what has happened I’m sure you can understand. She has been through something traumatic and I really don’t want her alone but she might not be ready to talk or want to be touched. So don’t force the issue. Just get her to relax.”

“You don’t have to worry Dr. I’ll take care of her.”

She nodded, “I’ll be back. Oh and Mr Leclerc?”

“Yes?”

“As much as she wants to go home, it might not be the best place right now.”

“Understood.”

The drive back to his apartment was silent, he had an idea of what had happened to her and it made his blood boil. The idea of someone touching her without her permission made him see red. He hat d seeing her like this so small and fragile. But he heard what the doctor had said and didn’t ask anything. He would wait for her. As he pulled up to his apartment she finally spoke. “Why are we here?”

He parked the car and turned off the engine before turning to her, “I told you, you’re staying with me.”

“I want to go home Charles.”

“Cherie, is that really where you want to be right now?”

She took a deep breathe before shaking her head, “No. He was there.”

He slowly reached out a hand so as not to scare her. “You’re safe here.”

“I know.” She pulled her hand away and climbed out the car. Once they had reached his apartment, she asked if she could take a shower. He grabbed one of his hoodies and a pair of track pants for her to wear when she got out. While she was on there he ordered some food and her favourite ice cream. He had just put down the phone when he heard it. He raced towards the bathroom and opened the door. She was sitting in the shower knees up to her chest, crying loud, heart-breaking tears as the hot water ran down on her. Without a second thought he opened the door switched off the water and pulled her into his arms. Right now neither cared nor noticed that she was naked as she buried her face into his chest and let the tears fall. “Please don’t tell them. Please don’t tell anyone.” She begged.

“Its ok Cherie, I won’t tell anyone. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. No one will ever hurt you again.”

After getting her and himself dried up, he had helped her get dress and for the first time saw the bruises. If he got his hands on the bastard that had done this, he was going to kill him. They ate dinner together and they were sitting in the lounge watching a movie when he felt her head slide down. He looked over at her and saw that she had fallen asleep. He grabbed a blanket from top of the sofa and shifted slightly so that her head was on his lap. He threw the blanket over her and gentle started stroking her head. He heard his phone ping and picked it up.

“Hey Cha. Do you want to come over?”

It was Charlotte and he knew his answer right away. There was no way he was going to leave the side of the girl who was currently using his lap as a pillow.

“I can’t. Maybe another time.”

It had been several days since the incident, Charles had pretty much taken care of her, taking her to her apartment to get some clean clothes but he wouldn’t let her stay there. He had gradually gotten her to open up and tell him what had happened but she never said who it was. There was a part of him that thought she knew who her attacker was but he never pressed too much. Neither did he press her to tell her brother when he had called a few days ago. Charles had to leave for the French grand Prix and he had convinced her to come with him. He believed it would do her some good and with her currently doing classes online it was a win win. He got to have her close by and she got out of the city. Riley had been happy to hear she was coming if not a bit confused as to why his sister and best friend were spending so much time together without him. Charlotte too had not been thrilled with the Monégasque as he was spending less and less time with her, something y/n brought up on the jet.

“I don’t know y/n. I guess it’s still new and I’m still easing into the relationship.”

“Please tell me it’s not because of me.”

He chuckled, “I like spending time with you. But no that isn’t the reason.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m a big girl. Can’t hide away for ever.”

“I know, believe me. I like having you close though.”

Those words made her stomach flip but she didn’t harp on it. “You should have brought Charlotte with you.”

“And I would have if I wanted too. Truth?”

“Please.”

“She is a bit of a distraction out there.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t mean in a sexual way. I just mean that she wants the spotlight on her and it’s distracting when I’m trying to focus on the car and the race while she’s making us do photos and things. You always let me vent and go through things with me, even though Riley is on the opposite team.”

“She shrugged, “I like talking stats with you and the cars. You know I love Formula 1 almost as much as you and Ry.”

“Exactly. Sometimes I feel like Charlotte is only with me for the fame. She never showed much interest before I joined Ferrari.”

“Maybe she’s still trying to navigate things herself. It cant be easy having all your fans constantly commenting on everything she does.”

“My fans aren’t that bad. They love you.”

“Because I’m not competition.” He cocked his brow so she continued. “Even though they might not actually have a chance with you, many fans still think they could.”

“Why would you think you’re not competition?”

She shook her head, “Point is maybe just give her some time.”

“Don’t avoid the question.”

She simply gave him a small smile and placed her earphones on her head, shutting him out.

As soon as they had landed in France y/n had been engulfed by the drivers. It had been a while since she had last seen them and most if not all the drivers loved her. Max had quickly swept her away after media day much to Charles’ dismay. Seeing her laughing and so carefree was both a blessing and a curse to him. He was happy she was starting to move on from the rape but he didn’t like that she was so close to Max or any either guy for that matter. Even though he knew he had no right, he had Charlotte after all. A few of them were currently chatting outside the garage when Charles noticed the change in y/n. She suddenly got really quiet and he noticed that she started fidgeting with her fingers, something she had done at the hospital. But it was her eyes that spoke volumes, she looked scared. The look only intensified as his friend Dean Monet approached. She shuffled closer to him, something she had done unconsciously. But that was when things clicked into place.

“Hey guys,” Dean greeted, his eyes landing on y/n.

It happened in a split second, Charles without hesitation drew his hand back and punched Dean hard in the face. Both Mac and Riley grabbed Charles holding him back as he tried to lunge forward. All he knew was that he had to make sure Dean hurt.

“Charles, come on man! What’s gotten into you?” Riley pleaded with his friend.

“Let me go!”

“Not till you calm down.”

Pierre was trying to help Dean who now had what looked like a broken nose.

A couple of guys came out the garage at the commotion. Several more guys had to try and hold Charles back as he broke free from Max and Riley and went for the other guy again.

“Charles!” It was only the sound of her voice that made him stop. He looked at her and saw that she was crying.

“I want him arrested!”

“Arrested? For what?” Riley asked.

Charles didn’t answer, he had promised her but he didn’t need to say anything because she did. “He raped me.”

Riley slowly turned to his sister, “What?”

Pierre stepped away from Dean fist clenched. Max told one of the mechanics to get security.

“I’m sorry Ry. I didn’t want to tell you.”

Dean stared at her blood running down his nose. “She’s lying.”

“Really?” Charles made a move towards him but she placed a hand on his arm stopping him. “Wanna explain the bruises and the hospital report?”

“She wanted it. Liked it rough.”

“You bastard.”

This time it was the mechanics who had to hold back the drivers as Riley, Pierre and Max tried to climb into the guy. But thankfully security showed up and took Dean inside to wait for the police.

“We should go inside, you can use my driver room, its closest.” Max offered. Riley nodded before waiting for his sister to follow Max.

Max closed the door behind the three giving them some privacy. Riley watched as his sister sat down. She didn’t look at him. “Don’t all talk at once.”

Charles replied, “Not mine to share.”

“Y/n?” Riley crouched down in front of her, his hands on her knees. “Talk to me.”

“It was a few weeks ago. You were with Max at the factory. He showed up and forced his way in.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I would have come home. Does Maman know?”

She shook her head. “No one knew. Except Charles.”

Riley turned to his friend, “And tell me how is it that you know? And you didn’t tell me.”

“I asked him not to.” He turned back to her. “I was ashamed.”

“Of what?”

“He’s your friend and....”

“And what?”

She sighed. “I could have maybe done something to prevent this “

“Cherie it wasn’t your fault.”

Riley got up from the floor and sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Charles is right. You can’t blame yourself.”

“He tried before.”

“What?” both guys asked at the same time.

“At your 18th birthday party. I came out the bathroom and he was there. He cornered me in the room and tried to kiss me. A few other times he would touch me when I’d walk past even though he knew I didn’t like it.”

“You should have told me. This whole time that asshole has been around you.”

“I know. And I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologise. There is nothing to be sorry about.” He hugged her tight. “Charles, your turn.”

“I called her that night. Wanted to see if she wanted to grab some pizza. One of the nurses answered. I raced over there, just need to make sure she was okay. When I got there I knew something bad had happened. But mate my concern was on her, I didn’t even think to call you and then she made me promise not to tell anyone.”

“But we’ve seen Dean. Why now only?”

“I didn’t know it was him till today.”

“Charles can you give me a Riley a minute?” y/n asked.

“Sure.”

When he was gone, y/n turned to her brother. “Don’t be mad at him. He’s been amazing.”

“I’m not mad at him. I just wish that I could have been there with you. But I’m glad you didn’t go through this alone. I take it that’s why you and Charles have be n hanging out so much.” He nudged her shoulder with a wink.

“Meaning?”

“Nothing.”

She rolled her eyes. “I really am sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. You gonna tell Maman?”

“I really don’t want to. You know how she can be. She’ll make me come stay with her.”

“Cant believe your still at home. You’re tougher then you seem.”

“Actually...”

“What?”

“I’ve kinda been staying with Charles.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep, seems like he is as bad as Maman.”

“He cares about you. More than you realise.”

She stood up. “I guess I have to talk to the police now.”

He nodded, “Ill be right there.”

As soon as she was done with the police y/n went in search of Charles but he was no where to be seen. “Hey Pierre, you seen Charles?”

The French man shook his head, “Not since...you know. Are you ok?”

“Not the highlight of my day but I’ll be ok.”

“Good. I’m really sorry that happened to you.”

She smiled at him before giving him a hug. “Well I’m glad that I have you guys.”

“Always Cherie.”

When she left Pierre and walked through the paddock, she could feel eyes on her and she knew that people were probably talking about what happened and it made her feel uncomfortable. She popped her brother a message and made her way to the hotel. Since Charles had pretty much insisted on them sharing a room, she figured she would see him later and find out how he had knew about Dean. She had put on a brave face and dealt with everything but the truth was she was exhausted and just wanted to be alone. As soon as she got to the hotel she found Charles sitting at the table with a bag of ice pressed against his right hand. He looked up at the sound of the door closing.

“Hey,” he got up and walked over to her.

“Hi. I looked for you at the paddock.”

He nodded. “Andrea thought it would be better if I came back here. I was done with everything and I needed to cool down and clear my head. I wanted to wait for you though.”

She reached out and moved the ice bag away from his hand and grimaced at the bruises that was forming. “Sit. We should put some ointment on that hand.”

He turned to look at his hand. “Its ok. Doesn’t even hurt.”

“Now yes but you’ll feel it tomorrow. Sit.”

He sat down while she went and grabbed a first aid kit out of the bathroom. Placing it down on the counter, she turned his chair around so that he was facing her. As she began to clean up his hand she asked the question that was on her mind. “Charles, how did you know?”

“You.”

“What do you mean?”

“When he got there I saw you change. Your eyes especially.”

She looked up at him, her green eyes meeting his brown. “When I saw him it made me think of that night.”

He took hold of her hand and drew her closer to him, putting her between his legs. “I had a feeling that you knew the guy and seeing that fear in your eyes, I knew it was him. I wanted to kill him Cherie.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Even after what he did?”

“I wouldn’t want you or anyone to ruin your lives for me. It’s not worth it.” She stepped back from him and reached for the ice bag taking it to the sink.

He got up and walked over to her making her turn around. He placed a hand on her cheek, “I’d risk it all for you.” He had her trapped between his body and the sink. And just like early when he had hit Dean, he allowed his instinct to take over. Not taking his eyes off hers he leant down and kissed her.

At first she was surprised but just as quickly she responded. His hand that was not on her face moved down to her waist. He pushed his tongue against her lips asking for permission which she gladly allowed. His phone began to ring braking the spell. He tried to ignore it but she pushed against him. “It might be important.”

He sighed before grabbing the phone. “Its Charlotte.”

“Answer it.”

“Y/n.”

“Its ok.”

He declined the call only for it to start ringing again. Y/n moved out the room grabbing the first aid kit as she did. He reluctantly answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey Cha. I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“Come down to the lobby.”

“You’re here?” he asked looking up as y/n walked back into the room. She looked back at him hearing what he said.

“Surprise!”

Y/n smiled sadly at him before walking out the door. Kissing Charles had been a mistake. He had a girlfriend and Charlotte was a friend. They had gotten caught up in the emotions of the day that was all it was. She heard him call her name as she got on the elevator but she didn’t stop or turn back.

She went over to Pierre and Kika’s room. Ever since Pierre and Kika had started dating she and Y/n had become close friends so as soon as she had met up with her friend they had gone out drinking. Some of the other drivers joined them and as if the universe had fucked her over enough, Charles and Charlotte were among them. She pretended that nothing had happened even though Charles kept looking at her.

Sitting across from her was Logan Sargent one of the Williams drivers. He leaned over, “Hey y/n, would you like to dance?”

“Yes I would.”

As she got up and took Logan’s outstretched hand, she glanced at Charles. Charlotte was basically in his lap chatting to Kika but he was just looking at y/n. She turned away as Logan led her to the dance floor.

Turns out Logan is quite a charming, funny guy and y/n was having fun. At least as much as she could have. After a few dances she leaned up so that he could hear her over the music and excused herself to the bathroom. When she came back Logan was no where to be seen. She walked over to Alex, Logan’s teammate and friend. “Hey, you know where Logan went?”

“He left with some girl.”

“Oh.” That was weird. She thought they had been having fun. She grabbed her jacket and left sending Kika a message so she wouldn’t worry.

Race day arrived and excitement was in the air. Max was on pole as usual and Lewis Hamilton was in second. Charles had managed third place and the top three were looking good. Y/n was currently sitting with Kika in the alpine hospitality ready for the race. She hadn’t spoken to Charles since the kiss and had successfully managed to avoid him. Didn’t hurt that he was too preoccupied with his girlfriend. Logan on the other hand she had seen a few times and every time it seemed like he was avoiding her. She made a note to try and talk to him after the race.

After a predictable but not uneventful race with a few dnfs and two safety cars Max won the French grand Prix with Lewis and Carlos rounding off the podium positions. Charles had had a bad pit stop and Xavier had stuffed up the strategies causing him to finish in 8th. She knew he was pissed and half of her wanted to go to him but he had Charlotte and she needed to respect that. It was only a few hours later once the track was clear and teams were making their way out did y/n manage to talk to Logan. Turns out Charles had told him to stay away from her. Now she was the one that was pissed. She called the airline and booked the first ticket back home before heading to the hotel to grab her stuff.

A few weeks later everyone had gathered at the Fontaine home to celebrate Amelie’s birthday. It was the first time y/n and Charles had seen each other since France. She was sitting upstairs after dinner on the balcony when he came looking for her. He lifted her legs off the couch and sat down next to her, placing her legs on his lap. “Hey you.”

“Charles.” She hates how his hands on her thighs made her skin burn.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Been busy with school.”

“There’s something else.”

She tried to move her legs to get up but he wouldn’t let her. “You threatened Logan.”

“I didn’t threaten him. I merely.....”

“Told him to stay away from me.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Why did you kiss me?”

He sighed softly. “Because I love you.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

This time when she moved he let her. “You love me, like a sister?” He shook his head. She got up. “How long?”

“Always.”

“Then why are you dating my friends?”

He ran a hand over his face conflicted. “Because it’s easier.”

“So I’m hard to love?”

“No,” he stood up too. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then just exactly what do you mean Charles!”

“I’m bad at relationships. I always fined ways to screw it up. Dating other girls is easier because when I inevitably screw up I can walk away and if they never want to see me again it’ll be ok. But I can’t lose you. I need you in my life. You’re the one person I don’t want to ever lose.”

“So what? You just never take a chance?”

“I can’t.”

“So you lied.”

“I’m sorry?” he asked.

“That night, when we kissed, you said you’d risk it all for me.”

“I can’t risk you. My career, everything else but not you.”

She brushed away the tears that were falling. “Then you have to let me go.”

He tried to get closer to her but she moved away. “Please Cherie. Don’t do this.”

“It’s not fair Charles. You can’t expect me to sit around and watch you be happy with another girl when I’ve been in love with you for so long. And then get jealous when some other guy actually wants to be with me.”

“I want to be with you..”

“But you can’t. I know I heard you!” she snapped. She turned her back towards him and looked out at the night sky, trying to stop the tears.

Charles reached out and touched her back. “Y/n, I know you don’t understand but I need you to know that I love you, more than anyone in the world. I’m just not good for you.”

“Ok. You’ve made your decision one j have no say in apparently. Because if I did, I would tell you that I don’t care about anything other then you. I want to be with you but I can’t change your mind. So o have to move on and you have to let me.”

He turned her around. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” She kissed his cheek lightly. “Good night Charles.”

She walked away leaving him to ask himself, “What have I done?”

Days turned into weeks since they last talked and it was having an effect on both of them. Charles had been having trouble concentrating on his races and y/n was spending all her time either at school or at home. It wasnt till Kika showed up one day and dragged her out to dinner that y/n finally left her apartment. While they were out she was surprised to run into Chris, her American friend from Egypt. He was in Monaco for to teach a few class at the university which turned out included hers. The two of them spent more time together over the next few days and y/n found herself not thinking so much about Charles. She missed him but she had to go on and when Chris asked her out on a date, she had accepted. She took things slow with Chris but over the weeks she grew closer to him and soon enough he became her boyfriend. It was at y/n’ surprise birthday party that her boyfriend and Charles met for the first time. It hurt seeing her with someone else. He hates how Chris made her laugh and smile. The way he got to touch her and hold her. He knew it was his own fault.

Miami was the turning point for Charles. She was there with him, he had seen them in the Red Bull paddock. She had seen Charles and smiled at him in greeting which made his heart leap but when he saw Chris lean down and kiss her before going off somewhere he took a chance. “Hey Cherie.”

“Hi Charles. How are you?”

“I’ve been better. I miss you.”

“Don’t.”

“I...”

“No Charles. Good luck today.” She left him standing there alone once again heart broken.

A third of the way through the race Charles landed up in the barrier. It was a pretty bad crash but thankfully he was able to get out the car unscathed. For a minute though y/n’ had felt her heart in her throat. The thought of something happening to him was hard to bear. She was debating whether or not she should go down to him when he brother came over to her. The race had been red flagged and everyone was waiting for a restart. “Y/n, he needs you.”

She got up and excused herself before making her way over to the Ferrari garage. Andrea let out a sigh of relief when he saw her. “Drivers room,” was all he needed to say. She knocked softly on the door.

“Go away!”

“Charlie it’s me.”

A few seconds later she heard the door unlock and when he opened it she could see tears in his eyes. She walked in and pulled him close wrapping her arms around him. “I’m a failure.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am. I can’t do this anymore.”

She pushed back a little so she could look at him. “Charles don’t talk like that. You can bounce back. Accidents happen and the season is still fresh.”

“It’s not the race I’m talking about.”

“Oh.” She let him go and went to sit down.

He closed the door before sitting down next to her. “I know you told me to let you go, but baby I can’t. I don’t want to.”

“You have Charlotte and I’m with Chris.”

“We broke up.”

“When?”

“After your birthday. She’s suspected for a while that I had feelings for you. But after seeing you and Chris together, I was mad. Not at you,” he grabbed her hand and started rubbing his thumb over the skin. “Mad at myself because I knew that it could have been us. We argued, well she started yelling at me and I just ended it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. She’s not you.”

“You can’t do that. You can’t flirt with me. I said you can’t be with me.”

“I was wrong. I want you and I need you.”

“I have a boyfriend Charles.”

“Does he make you feel the way I do?”

“That’s not fair.” She said getting up.

He got up to and pulled her close. “Tell me you don’t love me, that I have lost any chance with you and I will let you go.”

“Charles,”

He began to lean in and brushed his lips against hers. She didn’t push him away. But when someone knocked on his door she quickly rushed out the room. “Fuck!”

That night as he lay in the bed his mind trying to figure out how he had stuffed things up, he contemplated calling her. He had tried to find her after the race but she and Chris had left as soon as it was over. He finally settled on sending her a message.

“Please can we talk?”

She read it quite quick but never responded. He groaned before throwing the phone down on the bed. He grabbed a pillow and placed it over his head as he let out another frustrated moan when he heard a knock on his door. He throw it down and climbed off the bed. He really did not feel like visitors. He was shocked to see her standing there. She didn’t say anything, she simply closed the distance and pulled him into a kiss. He responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up, closing the door with his foot.

Clothes scattered around the room, they were laying in his bed wrapped on each other. “You wanted to talk?” she asked laying on his chest in a way that she could look at him.

He brushed some of her messy hair out her face. “You’re here.”

“I broke up with Chris after the race.”

“You did?” he smirked.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Did you mean it? That you want to be with me?”

“Every word baby.”

“So we’re an us now?”

“Now and forever. No chance in hell you’re going anywhere. In fact your not leaving this bed for at least the next 24 hours.”

“Really? And how ever shall I pass the time.”

“I have a few ideas,” he grinned before rolling them over and pinning her to the bed. He kissed her lips before slowly making his way down her neck stopping at each of her breast making sure to apply a lot of pressure on her nipples making her squirm. As he suck and licked them she felt his hand travel down her body reaching for her still sensitive nub and began rubbing circles. She arched her back at the sensation. “You think your ready for round two?” he asked as he slowly pushed his finger inside her.

“Yes,” she gasped.

He moved his lips down her body till he was in line with her pussy. He looked back at her one last time before lowering his head and running his tongue along her sex. The sound she made, made him excited, he knew that was a sound he would never get tired of hearing. And hopefully the neighbours wouldn’t complain too much.

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