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vanishingcherry · 1 year

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A WHOLE NEW WORLD

pairings: f1 grid x leclerc!driver reader, charles leclerc x sister!reader

warnings: sexism, hugging, talk about the possibility of a car crash, 2021 f1 grid

authors note: i was thinking of making this a series, so let me know if thats something you would be interested in! (like leclerc driver in different situations throughout the seasons after her debut in 2021)

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Sitting on a flight to Bahrain, it would be an understatement to say that Y/N was nervous. She sat next to her brother, Charles, with Arthur sitting across from her, fast asleep against the headrest of the plane seat.

Charles was going into his 4th season in Formula 1, his third with Ferrari. Y/N, however, was going into her first, following her older brother's footsteps as she started out her rookie season with Sauber, or Alfa Romeo as it was now called.

Looking out the window, she watched in amazement as the city lights sparkled in the night. She had been to Bahrain before, during her time in F3 and F2 with Prema, but landing as a Formula 1 driver was a different feeling altogether.

Y/N was confident in the car. 3 days of preseason testing allowed her to get accustomed to all the differences from the F2 cars. While it definitely wasn't at the level of Mercedes, Ferrari or Red Bull, she was sure that she would be able to get at least a few points over the course of the season.

She was also extremely lucky to be paired with Kimi for her rookie season. The seasoned driver was known to be extremely less talkative, but she was sure she would pick up a few tips by just being in his presence. They had even had a short conversation during the pre-season testing during which Kimi told her that he was glad to have her as a teammate. Y/N never really realised just how much that statement meant to her until now, easing some of the nerves.

After landing, she and Charles walk through customs and head outside together, Arthur and Lorenzo following not too far behind. Immediately met by thousands of fans, she watches an unfazed Charles make his way towards them, smiling and signing posters and caps. She watches in awe for a second before a voice calling her name catches Y/N's attention.

"Y/N! Can you sign my cap please!"

She looks over to see a young girl amongst the crown and makes her way to the barrier. Kneeling over, she grabs the pen and signs the cap with a big smile.

"Are you going to watch the race?" Y/N smile turns even bigger when the girl nods.

"We've got seats at turn 3. I hope you get points! I love you!"

She laughs at the response, giving the girl a quick hug before making her way down the fans lined up.

There were dozens of people there, waving flags and notebooks for her to sign. Others just wanted a quick hug or a picture, which Y/N quickly obliged to. While she couldn't interact with everybody there, she made sure to as many people as possible.

Almost all of them were shouting words of encouragement and support, compliments hitting her from all sides. Surprised by how many people wanted her to sign things and take pictures, it was almost half an hour later when she finally sat down in the car, slumping against the seat as it made its way to the hotel. Her hand hurting from the number of autographs she had given out.

"There were so many people who wanted me to sign stuff" She said to Charles. "I didn't think there would be that many. All the girls were so excited."

"You're the first female driver Y/N, of course they were excited. I'm so proud of you, everyone is." Charles smiles as he replies, knowing just how hard it was to make it to F1, even more so as a girl. "Papa and Jules would be so, so happy."

"Thats P12 Y/N! Great job!"

The engineer's voice comes through the radio, conveying to Y/N her qualifying results.

"Oh my god! 12th is crazy, thank you! Where did Charles place? And Kimi?" Happy that Charles qualified 4th she celebrated, although she was slightly confused as to how she qualified ahead of Kimi who was 14th.

"There was an issue with his car." Her engineer explains, before telling her to switch off the engine and prepare for strategy discussion.

Y/N was just a few tenths off from making Q3 in her debut. Nonetheless, P12 was an amazing standing for the start of the race, and she was overjoyed at the prospect of getting points at her first ever F1 race.

As she makes her way to the driver rooms, Charles catches up to her, giving her a quick hug. "Xavi told me you qualified 12th! Congratulations! Get points tomorrow okay?"

She nods in response, congratulating him for qualifying P4 before once again making her way to the driver's room. She received many pats on the back on her way there, some from drivers and others from reporters and general people around the paddock.

Walking into the motorhome, Kimi is quick to congratulate her. Y/N expresses her sympathy for his qualifying position, but Kimi is quick to brush it aside. Having been in the sport this long, he knew that a bad qualifying doesn't mean a bad race.

After the discussions with the team for the next day's strategy had been closed, Y/N heads out, wanting to get a good nights rest before her first race.

The only goal for the next day was to race well and hopefully get a few points. Y/N knew that Alfa Romeo was feeling the pressure just as much as she was, being the team that signed the first female driver. All she wanted was to learn as much as possible while proving herself to the world.

"Just learn", is what the team principle had said not an hour ago. "Learn as much as you can, enjoy, and try not to crash the car."

Just as the rookie opens the taxi door, a voice calling out her name makes her turn around. At the sight of Sebastian, she pulls out her earphones.

The driver had just made the switch to Aston Martin, being Charles's teammate the year before. "I heard you qualified 12th! Thats amazing!"

Shyly she laughs. "Yeah, thank you so much!"

"Is anyone giving you a hard time?" he asks, fully prepared to defend Y/N. Sebastian had been an advocate for women in this sport for a long time, and was truly delighted that the step had finally be taken. Truth be told, he was honoured that he would be getting the opportunity to race against Y/N, even though she would insist it was the other way round.

"Not really," she replies. "Just a few fans on social media and stuff, saying it's a 'mans' sport."

"Ah, I think Hanna showed me a few of those posts." Sebastian mutters, thinking back to a weekend ago when his wife showed him the latest news, courtesy to the driver not having any social media accounts of his own. "Ignore them, we all know that you're amazing and believe me, you absolutely deserve to be here."

The 4 time world champion was speaking from experience. He had kept an eye on her the previous year. Although they hadn't talked much, other than when she was in the garage to visit Charles, Sebastian was ecstatic when he heard that the young girl had won the F2 Championship.

"I bet you'll get points tomorrow, you're just that good."

"Ah thanks Seb!" Y/N is close to blushing at that comment, overwhelmed with the number of compliments she had been receiving over the course of the day.

After another few moments of chatting, Sebastian walks away to his own car, leaving Y/N to get in hers and get back to the hotel. Popping her earphones back in, she relaxes against the seat, ready for what the race would bring.

"It's lights out and away we go for the first time in the 2021 season!"

The voice of David Croft is heard all around the world, thousands having tuned in to watch the start of the new season. Y/N gets a good start, overtaking Perez and moving up to P11 by turn 1.

Ahead of her now was Stroll in the Aston Martin. Staying close to him for the next few laps, she manages to overtake him on the straight when DRS opens.

"You're in the points! Push!" Her engineers voice comes through. Behind him the team was watching the screen in suspense, hoping that she would be able to keep the position. They jumped out of their seats nearly every time she got close to another car, worried out of their mind for the driver but excited nonetheless.

Choosing to stay out on track for an extra few laps earns her another two positions as most drivers go in for their pitstop, putting her at P8. Y/N manages to defend her position for majority of the race, keeping the Aston Martins and Red Bull behind her.

Towards the second half of the race, Y/N went in for her pitstop, unfortunately losing a spot in the process. Still, just 13 laps later, Y/N crossed the finish line in P9, having gotten 2 points for the driver standings and the team.

"Thats P9! P9 Y/N! Amazing, amazing job!"

Body in shock, she thanks the team and engineers profusely, jumping out of the car the second she parked it.

"Y/N Leclerc crosses the line in P9, an absolutely stellar performance. The first points scored from a woman in decades, and that too in her first race. I'm sure we can expect nothing short of brilliance from her in the future." Martin Brundle's voice can be heard by all watching.

Still in awe at the moment, all Y/N can think about is the fact that she got points. You did it, you did it, you did it. She runs into the barriers, giving a hug to everyone from Alfa Romeo standing there.

Behind her, Charles comes in for a hug, having heard from his engineer that Y/N placed 9th. "Je t'aime, je suis si fier" i love you, i am so proud

The next few minutes were a blur. Waving to the fans, Y/N can hear them cheer in the background as more and more people come up to her. Lewis pats her helmet on his way to the podium, Max and Valtteri doing the same. Sebastian walks by and offers a hug, widely grinning as he winks and says a quick "Told you so."

It was an out of the world experience. While not everyone may see the importance, everyone on the grid knew exactly how she was feeling. Having worked your entire life to reach F1, the feeling after getting your first points is one that no one would ever forget. One that Y/N would never forget.

"So Y/N, how does it feel having won points in your debut race?" The reporter asks when she enter the media pen. Replays of her crossing the checkered flag in P9 can be seen playing on the television in the background.

"There was a lot of pressure on me to perform well, being the first signed female driver and of course Charles being in Ferrari. People expected a lot. So, I am extremely happy that I was able to deliver."

Her response is short and sweet, as directed by the PR manager, but true nonetheless. There was a lot of controversy when Sauber announced that she would be joining F1 that year, with people on both sides of the spectrum making statements. It meant heaps to her, knowing that she had already started proving the haters wrong.

Toto and Susie Wolff were in support, both mentioning how important it was for more females to enter the sport. The Mercedes Principle having mentioned how "proud" he was, and how her presence would likely "encourage more girls from around the world to enter motorsport."

Susie being having participated in motorsport herself had reached out to Y/N when the news broke, sending her congrats and sharing her enthusiasm. Y/N and her still stay in contact, having just replied to another congratulatory message from Susie before coming out to give interviews.

On the other hand, there were also people who were doubtful of her. "She's entering a sport that has been predominantly male for over 7 decades. The way I see it, I'm not sure she'll be able to handle the needs of this sport. It's a tough sport, and there must be a reason females have never lasted long before." The statement that Red Bull released via their team principle was nothing short of enraging for Y/N, but she knew that she would have to stay calm and prove them wrong on track.

Nonetheless, Y/N knew that she had the support of all the drivers on the grid, all of them having talked to her and shown support during the pre-season testing. It meant a lot to her knowing that world champions like Lewis, Alonso and Sebastian were all rooting for her.

"And how did Charles react to you coming P9?"

"He was very happy," she exclaimed. "A bit jealous I think, because he didn't get points in his debut." Y/N adds, softly chuckling before moving on to the next reporter.

The rest of the media session went well, all the reporters being respectful and truly happy for Y/N. Finally, once the day was over, she went back to the hotel, ready for a night of relaxation.

Not too long after settling down on the couch, she heard a knock and the door handle turning. Charles walks in.

Falling back onto the couch next to her, he says. "The reporter told me what you said to her."

Frowning in response, Y/N pauses the movie. He elaborates. "About me being jealous? Because I didn't get points in my debut?" He gently elbows her in the rib and she laughs in response.

"But its true, no?

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Sharing is caring (George Russell)

A long weekend with the Russells

Note: english is not my first language. I know this is very very very overdue, but hopefully it's still enjoyable!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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"Are you guys doing well back there?", you asked the kids as George drove the four of you up to his parents' house. According to the screen display, you still had a little over an hour until you arrived at George's parents house where you would be staying for the long weekend to enjoy some family time before the season picked up again.

"Does anyone need a bathroom break?", George asked, looking at Olivia and Arthur through the rear view mirror, "I'm fine", Olivia chirped in, "me too, I'm okay", Arthur added.

"You're doing okay, too?", George asked you, hand on your thigh as he drove, "I'm fine. I never want to say it too loud, but I think morning sickness stopped two weeks ago", you added.

"Little one has had enough causing raucous", George whispered, turning his attention back to the road ahead.

"We're nearly there, right, daddy?", Arthur asked as he recognised the streets as the car approached his grandparents' house, "yes, we just turn here and at the end there", George replied as you texted your mother in-law, letting her know to open the big gate so no one had to get out of the car.

"Guys, you're here! Did you have a good trip?", Allison welcomed you into the house, hugging the kids who immediately ran and hugged her legs, "grandma!!", they excitedly said.

"We did, it was fine. There was a little traffic at the end, but we were so close I think it barely bothered us", you said as you greeted Steve, walking inside the house and making sure the kids left their shoes by the door.

"I'm going to take the bags upstairs", George said, kissing your forehead, "I'll be right back", he smiled as you ushered Olivia and Arthur to the bathroom, "Y/N, here, darling, our some slippers on!", Allison offered.

Since Allison and Steve lived on their own again, as every child had now fled the nest, they updated the bedrooms, you and George staying in the guest bedroom with a double bed and the kids occupying the room they had for whenever the grandchildren stayed over.

"Lunch is ready, so when you can come down, we're waiting for you", George's mother called him as he helped you sort out the room for your children, "we'll be down in a little, thanks!".

After eating and helping tidying the kitchen, George took the kids out to the garden, hoping to use up their energy since they spent the whole morning inside a car.

"Is the swing alright, dad?", George questioned, "yes, me and Benjy sorted it out a few weeks ago. It's good as new", he answered, prompting George to take the kids to the renovated swing set.

When he was younger, he didn't spend too much time at home since racing required him to spend a lot of time away, but the times he did spend back home were filled with memories os this swing.

"Is this the old swing you told us about?", Arthur said, unsure of the whole apparatus since he heard stories from when his father and his uncle and aunt were much younger.

"Yes, me and uncle Benjy used to spend a lot of time here with auntie Cara, too! Who wants to go first?", he said as Olivia volunteered.

"It's safe, Arthur, see?", she said as she balanced her body back and forth, making her brother feel a little more comfortable with the whole thing, "I'll share it with you later, okay?".

"Sharing is important", George began, "and the fact that you guys always share is very nice, me and mummy are very proud of you", he said as Arthur picked some flowers from the grass and gave some to Olivia.

"We're siblings, of course we share everything", Arthur said naturally. It was true. For him, even if Olivia picked on his buttons a few times, he wouldn't ever not want to share something with her.

"Would you want to share your things with somebody else?", George tried as the kiss both looked at him like they didn't know what he was on about, "what I means is, would you mind having to share your things with someone else?", he clarified.

The pregnancy news were still between you and George, excluding your doctor. Because the kids could easily spill the news to somebody else and you had been specially careful so the news would stay between the people you wanted to until the doctor considered it was okay.

"I always share with my friends, too. But yesterday I had all the grapes mummy cut up for me because they were really good and I really wanted them", Arthur admitted as Olivia quirked a brow, "I think we could, yes. Even our toys, we share them too", Olivia added.

George seemed satisfied enough with the answers, hoping that when you broke the news they wouldn't have a complete meltdown.

"C'mon, Liv, it's Arthur's turn", George requested gently, the girl hopping off so her brother could have a go.

"What is mummy doing?", your son asked, "she was helping grandma with tonight's dinner when I asked if she wanted to come with us", George offered.

When they arrived back in time to have a quick shower and get ready for family dinner, you and George dressed them in comfortable clothes since it was just close family. Once they started arriving, the kids found their spot on the floor of the living room, playing with toys and colouring books while the adults caught up with eachother.

"Y/N! I haven't seen you in so long!", Cara said as she came up to you for a hug, "we've been busy, but we managed to sort some time out to come up here", you smiled, offering her the little pastries you had been working on with your mother in-law, "these are delicious!".

Excusing yourself from the group, you went to check on the kids, sitting on the sofa and getting a few cuddles from your nieces and nephews, "auntie Y/N!", one of them gasped, "you almost fell asleep while I was showing you my drawing", he said as Arthur snickered, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, you can show me again, please", you offered, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes.

"Darling, do you want some wine? We found your favourite in the shops the other day, Steve bought a couple of bottles", your mother in-law smiled as she stretched her arm to receive your glass when you were all in the dining room, "I don't, thank you for thinking of me, though", you smiled, exchanging a look with George that wasn't missed by his sister.

"I saw that!", Cara pointed out, "what was that?!", she questioned her brother, knowing he would break under her stare.

"Y/N has something to tell you", he quickly offered, passing the ball to your court as you felt everyone's eyes on you.

"This is not how it was supposed to go, but there wasn't a proper plan either, so... we are having a baby!", you announced, unfolding your leggings and letting your small baby bump show.

"Oh my goodness, another baby!", Allison cooed as your children looked at George for confirmation, "you're going to have a little brother, guys!", he said as they ran to hug you baby bump.

"I noticed your tummy was bigger, but I just thought you had a big lunch!", Arthur said, delighting everyone as they laughed, George watching everyone congratulate you before also congratulating him, "congratulations, darling", his mother kissed his cheek.

"We've been a little more careful this time around, did all the tests and in the blood test, the doctor told us were having a little boy", you smiled, kissing the top of your kids' heads as they latched onto your sides.

"Well, we can celebrate with the wine still! Some juice for you, Y/N", Steve poured in your cup.

When it came to bedtime, the kids didn't want to sleep in a separate room from you, and since the bed was big enough, you allowed them to sleep with you and George.

"That's what I'm saying, guys. It doesn't mean mummy is sick, but it means she needs our help more, she won't be able to do all things at once and it's our job to make sure she rests, as well", you heard your husband tell the kids while you brushed your teeth in the en suite bathroom.

"Time for sleep, kids", you said, lying down on the mattress, you and George brushing each of their hairs as they switched off, almost like a button, "they used up all their energy today", George began, "Did you know these two were wondering how they could help you, because they were worried that you are tired. You even fell asleep on the sofa..!", George tried his best to mimick his nephew shocked expression, earning one of your beautiful laughs.

"I love them so much", you sighed, "and I love you", you kissed his lips.

Kissing your forehead, George's hand managed to reach your bump despite the little boy latching on you like a koala and your daughter lying on top of him, drawing random shapes on it, "not as much as I love all of you".

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ninaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa · 17 days

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I Miss You, I’m Sorry.

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ! 𝗔𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘀𝗳

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: mentions of death/ loss, ilnesses, crying, fluff i guess?, angst.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆:Charles has always seen you as his litte brother’s annoying best friend. What happens when you both grow up and he starts realizing things too late..

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿: the plot is of based off of Gracie Abrams’. song, I miss you, I’m sorry. It may be off but use your creativity. I don’t see the song as two exes missing each other in this story. I used it bc the lyrics are definitely relevant to multiple situations. Might be a multi chap, but i’ll try to keep it short for my own sanity.

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From the innocent age of three years old, Y/n and Arthur have been attached at the hip.

Literally.

When they started first grade, they were put in two different classes. Clearly very upset with it, they forced the eldest Leclerc sibling, Lorenzo, to super glue their pants together. They walked , or tripped, into the school grounds the next day, smiling proudly at each other and their questioning teachers.

Their mothers obviously thought it was adorable and played along. Thought the bond was beautiful and a gift. That said bond never died. The little things keeping it alive.

Like how Arthur would tell Y/n how smart she was every time she helped him with a math question.

Or how Y/n would always tell Arthur that he’d be a World Champion when he’d discovered that just like his older brother, took an intrest in racing.

Arthur would help Y/n tie her shoes and Y/n would fix Arthur’s hair before he went to talk to a girl.

Y/n would stay up late in a cold and busy garage waiting for Arthur to finish doing laps around the track, being proud of his result and effort, not actually caring where he ended up.

Arthur would sit with a crying Y/n, comforting her when her anxiety got the best of her. Her choice in men not helping, but he’d never blame or judge her for it.

Arthur was always there for Y/n to lean on and Y/n the same for Arthur.

And for a while their mothers schemed, waiting for the moment they got together.

That suspicion changed completely when the pair were four teen years old. It completely vanished that one day in April when Y/n’ s mother died. Sat in the hospital with tears in her blue eyes, Y/n takes in the news of her mother’s passing due to leukemia. Arthur, almost as broken as the girl next to him, took her in his arms as they both sobbed.

Pascal, although absolutely crushed, observed the two. No eye contact, no tight grip, just two people leaning on each other for support.

When the little girl’s name got called, she looked up with big eyes. Pascal watched as the brunette girl was taken into her other son’s arms. She payed attention to the way Y/n gripped onto Charles’ sweater and neck, or the way she looked up from her head’s position on his chest to look into his eyes.

And when they were walking back through the white hallways to the car, and Arthur said “You’ll always be my best friend Y/n, I might have a girlfriend, but i’ll never leave you.” Pascal got her confirmation that the two kids weren’t in love, well at least not with each other..

Arthur had his middle school girlfriend and Y/n had.. well, a crush on Charles. The middle Leclerc.

A big crush.

The crush blossomed, just like Arthur and Y/n’s friendship, from the small things.

The way Charles would only throw Y/n with a piece of food at the dinner table and nobody else. It was probably just him making fun of the one person who wouldn’t stand up for themself, but 10 year old Y/n obviously saw it as Charles’ way of showing his affection.

Years down the line she would still smile over the way Charles would hear Y/n crying to Arthur and then ask her if she needed anything the second she came into his view.

The way Y/n’s stomach would fill with butterflies as Charles smiled at her from the podium.

He would buy her, her favorite candy when they go on trips, knowing her blood sugar gets low quickly.

They would fight about the dumbest things, but then Y/n would try to flirt with him ten seconds later.

He would stay awake at night, waiting for Arthur and Y/n to come home after going to a party, his excuse always being that he was waiting to show Arthur something, that he didn’t know that the girl would be with him, but he knew. He always did.

Despite all of it, Charles wasn’t interested. Amused and slightly more egotistical? Yeah, sure. But teenage Charles definitely thought he was too old for the girl and in all honesty too cool.

As they got older and Y/n got more confident, she started to try connecting with Charles, never succeeding, as she got the same excuse every time. “I’m too old for you.”

And maybe he was, she was 16 and he was about to turn 19. His other excuse was that he was very busy with racing. Driving in Formula 2 and trying to get to Formula 1.

Despite it, Charles owned her heart through it all, he even broke it a few times.

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It was a beautiful day in Monaco and Arthur had invited Y/n to join the Leclerc family on the ocean, sailing across the clear waters with their boat.

Arthur brought his new girlfriend, and Y/n thought they were perfect for each other, actually being the one to set them up.

Sitting at the very edge at the front of the boat, looking at the sun setting.

Pascal watched as her middle child left the steering wheel, calling Lorenzo from the deck to take over.

She watches with intent as he takes off his hoodie and walks to the girl she would call her own and sit next to her.

The woman could see Y/n scoff at his offer, but ultimately agree to taking the piece of clothing.

“How are you?” Y/n asks him, looking at the sunset.

“Good, finally signed the contract, now I just have to follow through with it.”

“Can’t believe you’re going to be in Formula 1 next year.” you almost scoff in disbelief at it all.

“You’ve made it, Charlie.”

He looks at her with that sentence, staring deeply into her eyes. The eyes he’s looked into so many times, each time they’re just as pretty.

He turns his head again, both of them sit in silence, their presence speaking for its self.

“You miss her?” Charles asks, breaking the silence with a question that caused a chill to grow up Y/n’s spine.

“Ever day.” She simply replied.

She turned her head slightly, to be met with Charles staring at her deeply.

Y/n laid her head on his shoulder, sighing out.

“I’m too old for you, you know and with my career taking off.. it’s never going to happen, Y/n.”

“Whatever you say, Charlie. We’ll see.”

“I’m being serious.” He takes a brief pause, stuttering like he’s trying to come up with an excuse after being caught doing something wrong. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings. Arthur would kill me.”

“Hm, he would, wouldn’t he?” Y/n smiles at the thought of her best friend.

Back to Formula one though..

When he got his seat with Alpha Romeo, the whole family was ecstatic. Everyone celebrating, despite finding out the tragic news that Hervé, the boys’ dad was once again ill.

A year later Charles joined Alpha Romeo, as a rookie for the 2017 season. Nearing the Baku Grand Prix, Y/n got woken up by banging on her bedroom door. Outside the door was a frantic looking Arthur, and by the tears welling up in his eyes, Y/n knew the inevitable had came. She comforted Arthur on the way to the hospital, her heart breaking for the boy. Once he calmed down and fell asleep on her shoulder, her dad driving, her head started racing. The only thing going through her mind being if Charles was okay.

When Charles heard the brunette girls’ choked up words to his mother he quickly turned around, once again in the hospital hallway, and immediately met her gaze.

“Charlie, I’m so sorry.” she said, her arms around his neck, his face buried into her hair. For some reason the second she was near he let it all out. All of the frustration, the sadness, the anger and the utter and deep rooted pain.

They went home, the girl joining. As everyone went to bed, Y/n insisted on falling asleep to the tv playing, as she didn’t like the silence filling up her mind. Leaving her space to think about Hervé or how Charles’ arm felt around her waist.

She tried to suppress her feelings day by day. But the second he looked at her with his beautiful eyes or smiled at her she crumbled and fell for her best friends brother all over again.

And just as she was about to fall asleep and stop thinking about him, he walks down the stairs, a suit case in his hand and a tired expression on his face. It could be because of the lack of sleep or the emotional drainage today has caused.

“You really going to get on a plane right now?” she question at his sanity. “Have to.” He replies bluntly. “At four in the morning?” Y/n question once again, a little softer, feeling sympathy for the, very clearly traumatized and exhausted boy in-front of her. “I’m a bit early, couldn’t sleep.” he sighs, falling onto the couch next to her, rubbing his eyes with his right hand, the left one resting on the couch behind her.

“Are you okay?” Y/n brakes the short silence, looking intently at him.

It was silent for about two minutes. That’s what the clock on the wall said. It felt like two hours.

“I have to be. Can’t afford to be distracted.”

“Charles, your father died, you’re allowed to be sad.” the girl said, shocked at his lack of emotion.

“It’s easier for everyone if i’m not, I had a good cry. Now I have to look after Mama’n.”

The brunette girl looks at him, slightly confused why it’s his job to look after his mother when he’s not the oldest, nor the only child.

He sighs once again, looking straight forward at the clock om the wall. “Lorenzo is married and expecting and Arthur’s not only focusing on his racing and getting to F2, but he’s also falling in love, you can hear it in the way the idiot talks about her.” Charles chuckles, slightly annoyed but happy for his brothers and their success. Oh, and how it made you love him even more.

“You deserve love too, Charlie.” Y/n says, looking intently at his reaction form her view of his side profile.

He looks at her. His gaze narrowed slightly and he shook his head as Y/n placed her hand on his shoulder.

“I’m serious, you deserve that support, you deserve to feel excited about seeing someone, you deserve to be comforted and happy and to have fun. You just have to let it in..” Y/n says, hinting at Charles that she was there, waiting for him.

He looks at her again, realizing immediately that they are very much closer than they were a few seconds ago.

“Y/n..” Charles says, looking down at her lips. He was tempted, very tempted. He was confused and sad and saw Y/n as a good distraction. Or at least that’s what he told himself. Y/n tried to make eye contact, but it was impossible when all he could look at was her lips.

So she did the next thing she could think of. She leaned in. Their lips brushed together, she hesitates as Charles looked like he wanted to say something more. “Y/n.. I” Still as close as they were, Y/n’s heart beat out of her chest, so loud she was convinced Charles could hear it. This was the moment she’s been waiting for. She’s been in love with Charles for more than half her life. The thought of him finally feeling the same made her head hurt and her mouth run dry.

“I can’t.”

Two words, those two words she knew she would remember forever, she does to this day, it’s stored in the old and dusty box in the corner of her mind marked with the initials C. L on it.

The next sentence she tried to solve for years and years, that was until she watched drive to survive, and although she got some clarity, it opened the cardboard box in the back of her mind and knocked it over, all the memories spilling out of the box and filling her mind. At that moment she would’ve chosen the silence over the taunting reminder of the childhood and teenage years spent with Charles Leclerc that kept her up that whole night.

One sentence and his closed off mannerism after that, that haunted her conscience, that house and made it so much harder to get over the Monegasque.

“I promised him, I’m sorry.”

Y/n watched the Monegasque take off with tears in her eyes and more than one crack in her heart.

“He’ll come around Y/n, give it the summer.” Said her best friend from the stairs. He sighs, rubbing over his face with a hand. Once again comforting his best friend over a guy treating her like shit. Only this time, he knew she wouldn’t be okay in the morning. He knew it would take a little time for Y/n to get over this one. He knew she’d still love Charles, no matter how good or bad they were to each other.

———————

Now many years later, Y/n is once again supposed to be with the Leclerc’s on a boat. Charles’ boat to be specific. She hasn’t talked, called or seen him since he left that morning, right after completely rejecting the girl.

Charles was excited.

You could even say he’s been waiting for this moment since he saw her skiing with her friends in December three years ago. Because the truth was, he has.

Charles would be lying right out of his ass if he said he didn’t miss his brother’s bestest of friends. She and Arthur were still extremely close, despite hearing that she took off for a few months after that night in the living room.

It’s been three and a half years since that, and Charles has regretted it ever since. He gets sick to his stomach thinking about it, thinking about hurting Y/n. Because deep down he cared more for her that he would admit.

It did make him focus more on racing. He put his all into it, trying to numb the pain of losing two people at the same time. He has then since signed for Ferarri and waited for the girls call. When it didn’t come he was disappointed to say the least, but understood her view. When drive to survive came out and explained how he promised his father that he got the seat to Ferarri, he thought the girl would understand his need to focus on only that, but when his phone never rang and he never heard her voice he knew she was gone, she was done chasing him. And that hurt him more than leaving in the first place, because he knew everything he knows would bring him back to them.

Bring him back to their arguments. To their laughs, their crys, screams, emotions.

Everything would bring him back to her.

“Y/n?” Charles hesitantly said through his phone, after practically tackling Arthur to get her new number.

“Charles. H-how did you get my number?” Y/n stutters, immediately knowing who’s voice it was through the phone. I mean, how would she not. She’s spent so much of her life imagining that voice utter three little words to her. Three words that didn’t break her heart but instead healed it. But she was older now, and those fantasies weren’t forgotten, but stored very much in the back of her mind in the infamous cardboard box.

“Uh, kind of fought my brother for it.” Charles muttered shamefully.

“Oh, uhm okay. Can I ask why?”

“I miss you, Y/n.” Charles replied almost immediately. Desperate for the girl’s attention.

“Charles.. I-.” She was cut off quickly. “Why aren’t you here? You said you’d be here. Maman is going insane with all the men, she needs you here.” Charles tries to convince her.

“I don’t know, Charles. It’s been a while.” Charles sighs at the absence of his nickname. “So come and we can catch up.” he continues.

“Please.”

It’s silent for a few seconds. It felt like minutes.

“Okay.” is the only thing Y/n says before hanging up. Charles still wanted to talk to her but he figured he could do that when she gets here.

“She’s coming !” Charles yells out to his family as he walks back up to them, sitting himself down on the white couch next to Lorenzo and across from the youngest Leclerc.

Pascal was obviously very happy, Lorenzo giving them all a surprised look. But Arthur, Arthur wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows.

“She’s not seventeen anymore, Charles. She doesn’t have a little crush on you anymore.” Arthur immediately shuts any wrong intentions down, not liking that Y/n agreed to come because his brother, who hurt her, asked her to.

“I know Arth. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried you idiot, but you should be if you even think about making a move on her or something.”

Arthur stands up and walks away, completely unappeased with this whole thing. Lorenzo follows.

“ He’s just looking out for his bestfriend, Cherie.” His mother reasons with a angry looking Charles. “I know, i’m just offended he’d think I would hurt her again, now that i’m older and more stable.”

“You still love her?” Pascal questions.

“What?” Charles looks so confused, you could’ve sworn he just saw a flying goat. “Ma cherie, you’re a very stubborn person, but you aren’t stupid.”

Charles stares at his mother, shocked at how well the woman knew him.

“Yes I do still love her.” Charles says, looking down at his feet, deflated by the fact that he couldn’t do anything about his feelings, knowing his brother would resent him and Y/n definitely didn’t trust or care for him anymore.

“I’m sorry, Charles.” Pascal says, standing up to go get another drink, kissing her son’s forehead on her way out.

•••••••••••••••••••••

𝗢𝗞𝗔𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟭.

this is taking lot longer that I expected..

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2 part to: The engineer

It was a sunny morning in Monaco, and Yn Leclerc sat at the breakfast table with her family. Her mother, Pascale, had just finished serving them a delicious meal, and now they were engaging in light conversation before Yn's graduation ceremony.

"Je suis tellement fière de toi, ma chérie," Pascale said, placing a hand on Yn's arm. "You've worked so hard for this day."

Yn smiled gratefully at her mother. "Merci, Maman. I couldn't have done it without your support."

Her brothers, Lorenzo, Charles, and Arthur, nodded in agreement. They knew how dedicated Yn had been throughout her engineering studies, juggling her academic responsibilities and her part-time job.

Lorenzo spoke up, his voice filled with admiration. "Yn, tu es vraiment la plus intelligente d'entre nous. We're lucky to have you as our sister."

Yn's heart warmed at her brothers' words. She had always been proud of their achievements in motorsports, but sometimes, she couldn't help feeling a pang of insecurity. Being the only sibling pursuing higher education, she had often felt left out of their racing world.

"Merci, Lorenzo," Yn replied, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I'm proud of all of you too, but sometimes I wish I could have been a part of the racing journey as well."

Charles, who had become an established Formula 1 driver, reached across the table and grasped Yn's hand. "Yn, we love and support you in everything you do. Racing might be our passion, but we know how hard you've worked for your degree."

Arthur chimed in, his tone sincere. "Exactly! We wouldn't be where we are without your unwavering support and encouragement. You're an integral part of our success."

Yn's eyes welled up with tears, and she squeezed Charles and Arthur's hands. "Thank you, both of you. I'm so lucky to have such amazing brothers."

Pascale, ever the nurturing mother, rose from her seat. "Enough of the mushy talk, mes enfants! We have a graduation to prepare for."

The family spent the next few hours together, helping Yn get ready for her big day. Pascale, a talented hairdresser, skillfully styled Yn's hair, creating an elegant updo. She then applied subtle makeup to enhance Yn's natural beauty.

As Yn looked at herself in the mirror, she felt a sense of confidence radiating from within. She was ready to face the world, armed with her education and the unwavering support of her family.

The graduation ceremony took place in a grand auditorium, with friends, faculty, and fellow students gathered to celebrate their achievements.

"Y/N Leclerc, s'il vous plaît, venez sur scène" Y/N's name was called, a sense of accomplishment washed over her. She gracefully walked across the stage, accepting her degree with honors from her professor, Madame Moreau. The audience erupted in applause, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards her family, especially her late father, who had instilled in her a passion for knowledge.

Y/N took a deep breath and made her way to the stage. Applause filled the room as she accepted her diploma with a radiant smile. In that moment, all her hard work and sacrifices felt worth it.

After the graduates received their diplomas, Y/N was invited to give a speech on behalf of her class. Standing at the podium, she felt a surge of confidence.

"Mesdames et messieurs, aujourd'hui, nous célébrons nos réalisations en tant qu'ingénieurs. Je tiens à remercier ma famille pour leur amour et leur soutien sans faille. Nous sommes tous ici grâce aux sacrifices de ceux qui nous ont précédé. En premier lieu, je tiens à remercier ma famille pour m'avoir soutenue tout au long de ce parcours. Votre amour inconditionnel m'a donné la force de poursuivre mes rêves. Aujourd'hui, je suis fière de dire que j'ai obtenu mon diplôme d'ingénieur avec mention." (Ladies and gentlemen, today we celebrate our achievements as engineers. I would like to thank my family for their unwavering love and support. We are all here because of the sacrifices of those who came before us. First I would like to thank my family for supporting me throughout this journey. Your unconditional love has given me the strength to pursue my dreams. Today, I am proud to say that I have graduated with honors as an engineer)

Her voice resonated through the auditorium, carrying her message of gratitude and determination. She acknowledged the challenges they had overcome and the dreams they now pursued.

"Nous sommes la preuve vivante que peu importe d'où nous venons, nous pouvons atteindre nos objectifs avec passion et détermination. Ne laissez jamais les obstacles vous décourager, et souvenez-vous que vous n'êtes jamais seuls. Aujourd'hui, nous sommes ici ensemble, en tant qu'une famille d'ingénieurs" (We are living proof that no matter where we come from, we can achieve our goals with passion and determination. Never let obstacles get in the way of you, and remember that you are never alone. Today, we are here together, as a family of engineers)

As Y/N concluded her speech, the room erupted into applause. The pride on her family's faces was immeasurable. Y/N had not only graduated with honors, but she had also inspired her peers.

Her family erupted into applause, their cheers blending with the thunderous applause of the crowd. Yn could see familiar faces in the audience, including some F1 drivers who had become friends with the little Leclerc because of Charles such as Max Verstappen, with his signature grin lighting up his face, stood up and clapped enthusiastically, Lando Norris and Pierre Gasly joined in the applause, their support evident.

Yn's heart swelled with gratitude. She had found her place, not on the racetrack but among these incredible individuals who recognized her dedication and achievements.

After the ceremony, the Leclerc family gathered for a joyous celebration. Laughter filled the air as they toasted to Yn's success. The F1 drivers joined in, sharing stories and lighthearted banter.

"Merci d'être toujours là pour moi. Je vous aime tous. (Thank you for always being there for me. I love you all)” yn said raising her glass, and the room was filled with cheers, laughter, and heartfelt conversations.

As the evening wore on, Yn found herself in a quiet corner of the room, reflecting on the day's events. She could feel her father's presence with them, despite his absence. He had instilled in them the values of love, unity, and unwavering support.

Charles approached Yn, a soft smile gracing his face. "You did it, Yn. Dad would have been so proud."

Yn nodded, tears of happiness brimming in her eyes. "I know, Charles. Today, I felt his love surrounding us."

The Leclerc siblings shared a warm embrace, a moment of connection and understanding that surpassed words. In that moment, they knew that their father's spirit lived on within each of them, binding them together through their shared experiences and unwavering support.

And so, the Leclerc family celebrated into the night, cherishing the triumphs, overcoming the challenges, and reaffirming their unbreakable bond. Together, they stood as a testament to the power of love, support, and the pursuit of dreams.

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emotionally-damaged-carrot · 7 months

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Absolutely you should add smut were all whores here

"Hooked"

Sorry been really busy and I am still very busy and ai hate it so much cause I don't have the energy to write anymore after a shit ton of work and sleepless nights just to meet the deadline. Anyways, I will try to do the requests, enjoy ✌️

Hope you lot understand, sorry. 😔

Warning: smut (you already know)

Idk what is in here cause I didn't proof read, hope the wait was worth it tho? Don't come at me, I just wanted to get a fic out cause I've been dry the last few weeks. Enjoy ✌️

I always noticed Arthur's brother, Charles, would always stare at me when he gets the chance, especially when visiting tutur at the f2 paddock. He wasn't really like this back then, but then again, I had a massive glow up, my ass is big, hair fluffy, face of an angel, and body sculpted by the Gods to be perfect for any man. During our earlier days, Charles never reqlly paid me any attention, apart from the occasional hi and hello, nothing. He would just walk past without even a glance. But now, it seemed that every chance he got, he would stare at me and sometimes bite his bottom lip and give me those "I'm gonna fuck you 'til you beg me to stop" eyes.

Like right now, I feel a pair of eyes burning through the back of my head as I walked with Arthur to the ferrari hospitality. Without looking back I already knew who it is, and being the brat I am, I decided to be a little shit and put on a show. Accidentally dropping my wallet as I pulled it out of the pocket of my jeans that hugs my ass way too tight. Making sure I bend over more than required to get the wallet, and continue walking as if nothing happened.

—

After Arthur won his first race of the season, I couldn't contain my excitement, I jumped on him my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck and giving him little kisses on his cheeks.

"Oh my god, I'm so proud of you tutur."

I basically shouted at him so he could hear me over the noise of his team celebrating.

"Merci, couldn't done it without you flaunting your ass at my brother the whole day."

He said with a laugh as he urged me to get off him. He looked behind me and smacked my ass and laughing harder as I let out a small squeak.

"Looks like someone wants to celebrate with you."

He said close to my ear as he turned me around only to be met by Charles gaze that had a glint of something. I looked up at him with innocent eyes.

"Hi."

I said as I turned back around.

"I will spoon feed you your own shit."

I said to Arthur, trying to sound menacing but he just laughed.

"Arturooo!"

Charles said as he hugged Arthur.

"Can I borrow y/n for a moment?"

"Hehe just return him before the party."

"Of course."

"Huh? D-don't I get a say in this??"

I asked confused as Arthur just laughed as Charles dragged me somewhere.

"W-where are we going? And what exactly d-do you need me for?"

I asked nervously as his gripped tightened.

"I had a shitty race unlike Arthur, and I need you to help me with it."

He said nonchalantly as we arrived at his motor home, he pushed me in before getting in himself, he locked the door.

"A-and h-how wou-"

I couldn't finish my sentence as he pulled me to him and attached his lips to mine, kissing desperately as if it was his last day on earth. He pushed me against the door his hands tapped my thighs, urging me to jump. I obeyed and jumped, his strong arms holding me up as my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands that were feelings his biceps now pulling at his hair and clawing on his back, drawing groans from him. Biting and licking my bottom lip his gripped tightened on my thighs causing me to moan against his lips. His tounge entering my mouth with no warning, our tounges now dancing a ballad of groans and moans. Our kiss getting more desperate and sloppy by the second due to the lack of oxygen catching up to us. We pulled from each other, foreheads resting against the other and thin string of saliva attaching our lips.

"Let's go to my hotel room, it's better."

He said between heavy breathed as he put me down, but I leaned on him heavily almost falling as my legs seemingly turn to jelly.

"I didn't know you liked me?"

I asked surprised.

"You're the only outlet available."

He said with a laugh.

"But you might just be the best one yet."

—

As we arrived in his hotel room, he locked the door and put the do not disturb sign on the outside knob.

"What n-"

He attacked my lips again before I could finish my sentence.

"Now, you're going to be a good boy and listen and do everything I tell you."

He said as he pulled back, his hands on my cheeks.

"O-okay."

"Good, now get on the bed and undress for me."

I obeyed, getting on the bed and undressing 'til I'm naked.

"You were always my favourite, y/n."

"Huh?"

"Among all of Arthur's friends, you were always my favourite, did you know that?"

He asked as he got on top of me now only in his boxers. He body looked heavenly, his abs, his biceps, everything made me want to go feral. To lick his muscles after a gym session or after racing, to taste the saltiness of his sweat against tounge. To see him breathing heavily as he looks at me with tired eyes, to hear him say my name in a breathy whisper.

My thoughts got cut off by his mouth on my neck, kissing, biting and licking, leaving marks.

"I always thought you'd taste good. Addicting."

He mumbled against my neck, as his actions became rougher I began to squirm, trying to push him off, the pleasure becoming overwhelming.

"Ngh~ mhmmm~ no, s-stop. Please."

"I would stop, amour, but your moans decieve you. Do you really want me to stop?"

He asked as he began to pull away but not before biting hard.

"Mmm~ ngha n-no."

I said as my squirming slowed down, missing his mouth on my neck, missing his bites I pulled at his neck.

"You can try all you want, you won't win, y/n."

He said is a breathy voice as he continued to resist my pull.

"I'm going to fuck you raw, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

He whisper against my ear as he bit it.

"Y-yes."

"Good boy."

He began to remove his boxers, I looked down excited to see what I would need to fit in. My eyes widened and I let out an involuntary moan as I saw his size. Very thick, with prominent veins and atleast 9 inches.

"Y-you're gonna kill me."

I said, now afraid of what would happen once the behemoth is burried in me.

"You can take it, and you will."

He said with a laugh as he spread my legs even more and grabbing the lube from the bedside drawer. He covered his fingers with the lube and putting one in me slowly, drawing moans from me. A second one went in and he started scissoring, the burning sensation slowly disappearing as he put in a third.

"Please, n-need you."

I said sounding desperate with my eyes closed and biting my lip.

"Are you sure?"

He asked sounding worried.

"Y-yes, f-fuck me, please."

I said as I began to squirm.

"Fine."

He covered his cock in obscene amounts of lube, hopefully enough. He got on top of me as he lined his cock with my hole, the head slowly going him, the burning, stretching sensation coming back worse. My hands fly to his back, pulling him to lay on me and clawing at him. He groaned as he felt the pain on his back and he slowly went deeper, we were both our of breathe now and he wasn't even half in.

"F-fuck, my self controll is not that strong, I'm seconds away from just fuck, just slamming into you."

He said against my ear, hot breathes fanning over.

"I-i-i don't m-mmmind."

I said with a chuckled as my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in further.

"You m-make me lose myself. Fuck"

He slammed into me without any more warning, I scream at the top of my lungs. He groaned as my clawing got more erratic, I felt something sticky on my fingers as I continued clawing. His groans became more frequent as he pulled back slowly and ramming back in.

"F-fuck, ngha."

He groaned as he bit my neck hard, leaving bite marks.

"P-please, f-fuck."

I couldn't finish a sentence nor a single thought as my mind short malfunctioned. Tears flowed freely from my eyes and he stayed still for a bit, catching his breath.

"You okay?"

He whispered in my ear.

"Mmmngh"

"I'll say, you're fine then."

He said with a laugh as he started to pull out, and go back in slowly. Slowly gaining more force and speed until he was just ramming into me, the bed squeaking after every thrust. He head burried in my neck, biting and leaving my, his hands exploring the sides of my body. My hands still clawing at his back, earning a groawn each time. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"I don't w-we can make it f-for Arthur's p-party."

He said with a breathy chuckle as his assault on my ass did not ease a bit.

"Mmngg mmm ngh"

I could not form coherent words or anything, my mind completely blank apart from him, the feeling of him, the taste of him every about him. My body is tired, but he doesn't seem the least bit tired.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum."

He groans as his pace became more erratic, sweat dropping from his hair onto the sheets as he bit my neck, earning a moan from me. Our bodies sliding past the other. His hair sticking to his forehead, his back now slippery, my hands slide down, struggling to hold on. He let out small hisses of pain, due to the sweat coming in contact with the marks on his back.

"F-fuuuck"

He came deep inside me, burrying his face on my neck and biting roughly, with the last amount of energy I had left, my body began squirming trying to push him away, but he was much stronger he held my hands down and grinded his him against my, drawing out the pleasure. I felt his cum dripping out of my hole while he's still inside. By this time I already came more than 4 times, the feel of his cock pulsing inside me brought me unfathomable amounts of pleasure, knowing I'm the one he's with the one he's fucking.

"We need to do this again."

"Mmm"

"You do know, when I said again, I mean right now, right?"

He said with a laugh as his cock stayed hard inside me, after a few seconds he began to move again. Starting slow, my mind numb and body tired I couldn't do anything but let him, as he continued biting and licking my neck, my hand going up to his hair and stroking it.

"Y-you can say no if you don't want to anymore."

I don't what came over me, but my energy suddenyl came back after his words.

"You won't last as long as me, Leclerc."

I pushed him off me and made him lay on the bed as I began to ride him.

"You can try, but you won't succeed."

I said as I leaned down and made my marks on him.

"We both know, you just want to fuck me, but I'll have you hooked."

Idk what I wrote, cause half of this shit didnt get save so I had to rewrite, hope you enjoyed it ✌️

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mbappebby · 8 months

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Little Leclerc || Eight

Ollie Bearman x Madelyn Leclerc (OC)

Summary: Madelyn gets her first podium in F1, the same weekend Ollie gets his first win in F2. They really are THE racing couple..

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Hey!! Can I request something where Ollie won his first race in F2, then he goes to watch Madelyn race and she gets on the podium for the first time? He’s very proud of her as well had all the other drivers!! Thank you, loving the series can’t believe it’s coming to an end :(

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The whole Prema garage filled with cheers when Ollie crossed the line first place. His first win for the team, his first win in F2.

Madelyn was stood by Charles behind the barrier to see with three cars pull up. Arthur had got P3, when he got out the car he instantly ran to his siblings.

“First podium! Proud of you!” Madelyn told him as Arthur hugged her tightly. “Thank you Mads, I’m sure you are proud of Ollie as well” Arthur added.

Madelyn saw Ollie running to his team and family and started to celebrate his first win in F2 with them. Ollie took off his helmet and locked eyes with his girlfriend.

The Prema driver had a big smile on his face when he ran over to her and they hugged tightly. “I’m so proud of you, your first win baby!!” Madelyn exclaimed as they kissed.

“I love you,” Ollie mumbled and kissed her forehead. “I love you too Oll, I’ll catch up with you later okay? Now go and collect that trophy and celebrate” Madelyn told him.

“I sure will!” Ollie added as he walked away towards the podium. Madelyn smile brightly seeing her boyfriend and brother on the podium together.

Madelyn hid behind Charles as Arthur and Ollie sprayed a bit of their champagne over them. “Hey! I’m not a shield!” Charles told her.

“Well, you are now” Madelyn said as Charles rolled his eyes at his sister. Madelyn made a hear shape with her hands to Ollie, he replied with a wink.

“Awh look at you two, disgusting” Charles mumbled. “Shut up, this is why I like your girlfriend better than you” Madelyn added which made Charles nudged her slightly.

“Rude” Charles replied. “Just the truth, Charlie” Madelyn told him.

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“Max Verstappen wins the Azerbaijan Grand Prix! Charles Leclerc, comes home second place in his Ferrari but the car behind it going to make the most headlines today—

—the rookie driver Madelyn Leclerc finishes P3!! What a result for her and what a way to make her name in Formula 1! First podium for the rookie, we can’t wait to see what’s in the future for her!” Crofty exclaimed.

“P3 Mads!! What a drive, congratulations, you deserve this so much. Zhou P5, a brilliant result for the team!” Her race engineer called as he could hear the team celebrating in the background.

“Wooo!! Let’s go!! First podium babyyyy!! What a result for the team, c’mon let’s keep it going!!” Madelyn said with a big smile on her face, even though no one could see it.

Madelyn parked her car in the P3 spot, she instantly got out and ran to her crew. She then took her helmet off and ran to her brothers.

“So proud of you Mads,” Lorenzo said after pulling away from the hug. “Thanks Enzo,” Madelyn replied as Arthur pulled her into a tight hug.

“First podium for both of us this weekend, so proud of you!” Arthur told her. “Thank you!!” Madelyn replied as she felt two arms pick her up from behind.

“P3 Mads?! So proud of you, sis!” Charles exclaimed as he put her down and kissed her forehead. “Thank you Char, congrats on P2” Madelyn added.

Madelyn went over and drank some water before she was lifted up once again. “Congrats lil sis!” Max exclaimed and put her down.

Madelyn turned around and hugged him. “Thank you Max” Madelyn said with a smile. “You deserve it so much!” Max added. “Maddie!!” Pierre called.

Madelyn ran over to him and they hugged tightly. “So proud of you!! P3 in your rookie year?!” Pierre added. “Thank you, it’s crazy” Madelyn said.

After the interview, Madelyn made her way into the cool-down room. Charles and Max were already there, the three started to talk about the car while watching the replays before they were called for the podium.

Madelyn had a big smile on her face as she lifted the trophy up, she pointed to her team who cheered for her loudly.

Once it was time for the champagne, Max and Charles had teamed up against Madelyn. The young girl was drenched but she didn’t care at that moment.

She had just gotten her podium in formula 1 in her rookie year.

Madelyn had changed into new clothes after all the celebrations had finished. There wasn’t many people left in the paddock, Madelyn got all her things and made her way out of the garage.

When she did that, she finally saw the one person she wanted to see as soon as she crossed the line. Madelyn ran and jumped in Ollie’s arms.

“I’m so proud of you, Lyn!! You got a fucking podium in your rookie year in f1!!” Ollie exclaimed as they were hugging tightly.

“Thank you Oll,” Madelyn added as they kissed. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there at the podium” Ollie replied as they pulled away. “It’s okay, you’re here now” Madelyn mumbled.

“What a weekend for us, eh?” Ollie added. “What a weekend, indeed..” Madelyn said with a smile. “I love you so much” Ollie told her.

“I love you too Ol, c’mon race you to the entrance!” Madelyn said as she took off running. “Lynnie! That isn’t fair!!” Ollie shouted and ran after her.

The couple laughs could be heard by everyone who was still in the paddock, many crew members smiled at the young pair.

Two drivers who were still in the paddock, was Madelyn’s brother and teammate. The two Ferrari drivers watched the couple as they were also making their way towards the entrance.

“They are made for each other, I’m glad we both told you and Arthur off that day” Carlos said. “Glad you guys did that, I can see how much they belong together” Charles added with a smile.

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madelyn.leclerc To all the people who said I don’t belong in this sport, this podium was for you😌

On a serious note, what a weekend for us!! P3 and P5, this was for you team!! I still can’t believe in my rookie year I got on the podium, it’s crazy and I cannot thank the team and everyone else who is involved enough. Also happy to share the podium with Charlie & Maxie, it’s only upwards from here❤️

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username Let’s go Maddie!!!!

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alfaromeoorlen Maddie🤩

madelyn.leclerc Teamm❤️

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arthur_leclerc Tellement fier de toi❤️ (so proud of you)

lorenzotl Petite sœur, fier❤️ (little sister, proud)

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username Leclerc’s >>>

username When Maddie ran to her brothers🥹

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username Maddie deserves to be in the sport, end of.

charles_leclerc Fier de ma petite sœur❤️ (Proud of my little sister)

madelyn.leclerc Merci, Char❤️ (thank you)

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#f1 #f1 imagines #formula 1 #charles leclerc x sister #charlesleclerc #arthur leclerc x sister #charles leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc imagine #ollie bearman x leclerc!sister #leclerc brothers #leclerc!sister #leclerc!reader

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sky-is-the-limit · 1 month

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Can I ask why you’re a John marston girl? No judgement btw he’s a fucken gorgeous

I love the no judgment part like "why the fuck is John your favourite, are you okay?"

Okay, so

I'm doing my 2nd playthrough rn and that's what basically confirmed me being a John girl because now I pay more attention to his character.

In my opinion, he has the best character development, he's only 26 in rdr2 before the epilogue and you get to see him grow up to be a whole different person, someone who put in the work to turn his life around, win back his family, take revenge for his brother and be someone Arthur would be proud of. Someone Abigail would be proud to call her husband and someone Jack would look up to as a father.

He's so human, I can't even explain how realistic he is. He's not the perfect main character, he's not a villain, he doesn't feel fictional in terms of his personality. He was just a careless stubborn idiot in his mid 20s with fears and issues and he kept fucking up and then realised his mistakes and actually put in the work to fix them.

He's not the "hero", that was his big brother (in his eyes) who gave his life so he would have a future and he didn't waste Arthur's legacy and sacrifice, instead he became the man he owed himself, above all, to be.

I can't even begin to describe how much I love him, the fact that you get to play with him in rdr2 and watch him build the ranch, work hard and win back Abigail and Jack, propose to her and be a good father to his kid but also never forgetting who he is or losing his personality is so fucking amazing to see.

He deserves a RDR1 remake, he deserves to be the main character. I fucking love John Marston and I'll never shut up about it.

Also yes, he's fucking hot, the hottest cowboy and he deserves the sloppiest, nastiest head in existence.

#ask #I'm a John girl always and forever #rdr2 #john marston #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan

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formula1neverleft · 2 years

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Charles drabble - request

“can you please do Charles x Arthur's bff ! female reader because that ferrari team pic has me feeling all types of ways. thanks! xx”

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, lil smut but nothing explicit (not me managing to make a 700 word drabble smutty when that wasn’t even in the request i-) , not proofread. Enjoy xx

Charles was convinced he was being completely chill about the situation.

I mean, it’s not like this is the first race Y/N is attending, right? She was Arthur’s best friend and was in Austria to see Arthur and Charles race. Simple as that. All he needed to do was act the exact same way as he always did around her.

All he needed to do was pretend like him and Y/N were still just friends.

Sounds easy enough, had it not been for the fact that he’d had her legs up over his shoulders in his trailer about ten minutes ago.

They had barely managed to evade being discovered when one of the Ferrari media people came knocking at his door asking him to come out for the team photo. Y/N had clasped her own hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle the laugh she’d almost let out. Charles could still see she was smiling, the laugh lines on her cheeks and her eyes narrowing giving her away, and he had to close his eyes to compose himself enough to answer the person on the other side of the door. The fact that he was still inside of her was not doing anything to aid the situation, for that matter.

Charles muttered out a quick “okay, just, uhm…give me a second”, relief washing over his face as he heard the footsteps of the person walking away from the trailer.

“Sorry, mon ange, duty calls” he said as he reluctantly tore himself from Y/N’s body.

“It’s okay, we can just take our time in the hotel later” she answered with a wink.

She then quickly got fully dressed and attempted to get her hair back to the state it was in before coming to congratulate Charles. Right before sneaking out of his trailer, Y/N turned to Charles and let her hand wander through his hair softly while keeping her gaze fixated firmly on his face.

“Congrats Grand Prix winner, I’m so fucking proud of you”

Charles didn’t even have time to thank her before she gave him a quick peck and disappeared out of the trailer.

He felt like the luckiest man in the world, and the trophy waiting for him in front of the Ferrari garage was only partly responsible for that.

The entire team had already gathered for the team photo when Charles arrived, everyone sporting big smiles and some still hugging to celebrate the win, some of them stopping to give him a congratulatory pat on the back as they passed him. It was days like this where Charles was reminded why he loved racing.

“Bro, where were you?” Arthur came jogging up to Charles in the garage, “We’ve been celebrating without you”

“Sorry, I, uh, wanted to freshen up quickly, '' Charles answered.

“Then why do you still look so sweaty, wasn’t that hot of a race” Arthur questioned as he took in his brother's disheveled appearance.

“That’s just the champagne, mate” Charles quickly retorted, giving his younger brother a mischievous jab to the ribs.

Luckily for him, that seemed a sufficient answer for Arthur as he dropped the subject and beckoned Charles to follow him for the photo.

“Y/N should be in the picture too, right? I can’t find her anywhere. How much do you want to bet one of the mechanics is flirting with her again? I don’t even know why they try you know, she’s hard to get” Arthur said with a shake of his head.

Charles tried his best to fight the smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth as he felt heat rising to his cheeks.

“Yeah, tell me about it” he mumbled, hands moving to one of his shoulders where he still felt the imprint of where her ankles had rested just minutes earlier as he and Arthur took their place on the front row of the group picture.

Just as the photographer was instructing some people on where to stand, Arthur spotted Y/N and called her over.

She looked slightly apprehensive to approach them, but Arthur kept yelling at her that they were about to take the photo, so eventually she had no choice but to make her way over.

Y/N took her place beside Arthur and kept her gaze facing the camera.

Arthur ,however, was staring at her, taking in her messy hair and flushed cheeks, not to mention her awkward demeanor.

Charles could practically see the cogs in his head turning as he pieced together just what was happening, switching his gaze between Y/N and Charles a few times.

“Oh you two have got to be kidding me”

#f1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fanfiction #charles leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc #masterlist #formula 1

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Ooo can I please request a Finn Shelby x fem!reader, Platonic!Tommy Shelby x fem!reader where Finn is in love with Y/n, who he met when Polly and Tommy started working with that orphanage, as she was an orphan there at the time. Y/n loves him too, but hasn’t admitted it as she already has a boyfriend. The boyfriend does not treat her well and Finn defends her when he witnesses it at the Garrison, and omg can you imagine John, Tommy, and Arthur kicking the guy out of the Garrison (“By order of the Peaky Blinders!!”)? They would NOT be happy! The Shelbys are all really protective of Y/n, Tommy being like a father figure to Y/n, Polly being like mother figure, and John and Arthur being kind of like older brothers. Finn and Y/n end up together?🥺 Also imagine Esme and Polly helping Y/n het all dressed up for a date with Finn🥺🥲

Hey love! Sorry this took forever and thank you for loving me even when I disappear for a while ♥️

So proud of all your big accomplishments lately!!!

This ended up a tad bit darker than I intended. But hopefully you enjoy it!!!

Warnings: nondescript domestic violence to reader, mentions of past sexual abuse, found family, super comfort fic, Finn is a total babe, family dysfunction but very loving.

Life was pretty bleak at the Orphanage, however, you accepted it for what it was, pouring yourself into your chores and prayer. Looking after the younger children as much as possible. You knew what the punishments were for stepping out of line. Many of which you had experienced personally over the years. So you kept your head down.

When a sharply dressed couple came for tea one morning, you knew better than to get your hopes up. A family like that would never adopt someone like you. You sat there on the staircase listening to his meeting, imagining what it would be like to have a mother and father like that. What you heard surprised you more than if he did choose you. He was, for a lack of better words, giving the nuns shit. He was grilling them about the way we were being treated. How he knew, you didn't know, but he was sure angry about it. You heard the end result of the meeting and then caught him leaving the office.

The man was tall and handsome, you had no doubt he was created by the devil himself. Power radiated off of him as he moved within the halls you’d grown up in, the halls he now owned.

After that meeting, you were officially under new management.

Most of the staff were immediately removed, and the place was renovated to house more children comfortably. Eventually, everyone settled in, and you were relieved to see the staff being much more gentle with the children. You quickly made a point of getting to know everyone, to figure out if you would trust them or not.

Which is when a certain boy caught your attention. It was obvious he was with the man that ran the place, judging by his outfit and distinct hat.

He lit a cigarette and leaned against the hallway wall outside the headmistresses office. A stranger being in the hallway gave you a prickly sensation. He was new, therefore unpredictable, but it was better to be on top of these sorts of things. His eyes landed on you and you froze knowing you’d been caught staring.

“Do you live here?” He asked you easily. You somehow managed to make your legs move you closer to him.

“Yes. You're with the new owners?” Alarm bells were chiming loudly in your head. You were not fond of men for the most part. They brought mind games and complications that normally ended poorly for you being just another body in an orphanage.

“Yeah.” Cough “Are um - things running well then? You seem to know this place well, any complaints for management?” There was an edge of humor in his voice that you liked. He had sweet eyes despite trying to come off cocky. You softened your judgment of him slightly, he was no doubt a man, but there was something boyish and awkward about him that made you feel like the playing field was slightly more level. You shook your head - boyish or not, he was still from management.

“Things are… better.” You said while thinking about it. You just needed time to adjust to everything.

“Glad to hear it. I’ll be around every Friday for paperwork if you have any complaints or ideas.” His words might have been riddled with another offer, but you didn't mind. It seemed he just wanted to talk to you, nothing rude.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You said with a smile, a blush creeping up on your cheeks. The headmistress opened the door and handed him a hefty pack of papers. He nodded to her before she turned around and shut the door.

“I’ll see you next Friday then.” He said, giving you a crooked smile and a wink before heading off.

You hated the way your stomach fluttered.

You had a boyfriend. You scrunched up your nose and went back to the kitchens to start on the dishes. You dreamt of what it would be like to be with a boy like that, hating yourself more and more.

You scolded yourself as you angrily scrubbed a large soup pot. You and Todd had been through everything together. He was the only reason you had an ounce of safety here, he protected you because he loves you. You repeated those thoughts, pressing out all the loud objections your mind was broadcasting. Things might be complicated between you but he always did his best for you.

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His name was Finn Shelby, and he came every Friday to wait in the hallway for a half hour, despite the fact that the papers were always ready at exactly the same time.

He always brought you sweets and asked about how your day was. Tried to make you laugh, liked to see you smile. You were still wary of him, so you were grateful for the setting. Staff would pass by and for once you were confident that if you shouted they would actually come to help you.

Sweets turned into books. He’d bring you anything you’d wanted to read but was missing in the library, as well as his favorite novels. You’d stay up late running your fingers over the notes he’d written in the margins. Finn always wanted to hear your thoughts to compare and contrast. He took special care in listening to your opinion, arguing his counterpoints politely with passion. Conversations like this were completely new to you. None of the others enjoyed talking about things in detail like this.

More people noticed you like to chat with him. Eventually, this meant that Todd knew you liked to chat with a handsome man from management. Some of the girls not too much younger than you had started up a story about how he was going to steal you away and make you a princess. You thought it was cute, knowing that very few of them had seen any type of romance or partnership. Not that it was anything other than friendship, you just didn't have the heart to break it to them.

This went over about as well as you thought it would.

“Cheating on me with a guy who's probably 3 times your age!” Todd stormed into the library shouting, causing some of the kids to jump. “You’re disgusting, everything I’ve done for you and you want to run off with some bastard.”

“Todd, stop,” you said firmly, upset by how some of the younger kids were starting to duck under the tables. “He’s from management, he wanted to talk about my ideas, how the kids are performing in their studies. Stuff like that.” You were surprised at how easily you lied. You sounded like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Why would someone like that take an interest in me eh?” The nail in the coffin. His face flushed as he realized his stupidity.

You liar! Your mind started to scream, but you were not cheating. Having friends is different from cheating? Right? He brought you things that were huge for you, but in his world, they were very small. That’s why he did it, clearly, he looked down on you, he was kind out of charity. Plus he was poor growing up, he was just being kind.

“You tell him if he wants to know about this place. That he should come to me.” He said in a venomous tone. You knew this was just the end of the public show. You’d be in big trouble later.

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Todd was very mad in the days following your spat in the library. It was layers of anger. You knew he was struggling to adjust. Suddenly we were expected to do school work, and learn basic skills so we could fend for ourselves once we aged out of the system. This was a miracle for you, eating up everything you could. Excited for life outside. You didn't care about how difficult things would be, you were willing to die trying.

Todd was determined to stay within the walls that made him. He hated the changes, hated the things he had to do. All the old staff that used to favor him, were gone. You saw this as a victory, they did unspeakable things to you and the children, but Todd always said he sucked up to them to get them to be easier on everyone. Seeing him now you weren't so sure.

You stood there in the doorway of your dorm room. Tragically all the girls you shared the space with were out in the courtyard enjoying the rare bit of sun.

His jaw was clenched and his hands balled into tight fists. You didn't understand why someone with such a capacity for love and kindness, spent most of their time being so cruel. The small sock of sweets was next to him and the book Finn had lent you was ripped in half laying on the floor beside your bed.

You knew he’d twisted this all up, just like he’d twisted up the new system here.

“Todd. Really, he was just being kind.” You pleaded softly, hoping it would get through and he could see how stupid this all was. He looked at you and you could how large a price you were going to pay for his kindness.

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You were out for a whole week.

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The next week you were back to your studies but unable to carry out your chores. You’d lied about what had happened. You didn't know what the rules were or the punishments for such a fight. Before the change over nothing would have happened, now you were worried they might hurt him back.

A darker part of you suggested that it might be best that way.

But you didn't have the heart to do it. Todd wasn't a bad person, he just had some difficult issues.

“Miss?” Rachel poked her head into the library. She was an exceptionally kind woman. She kept asking you every day if you were ready to tell her what actually happened. Every day you lied.

“I fell down the stairs,” you answered automatically.

“No. Mr. Shelby has requested to see you.” Her eyes were slightly hopeful and you hated it. Why on earth was everyone determined to ruin your life. You knew that you only had one option. His family owned the place.

You took your time going down the stairs, your mind telling you over and over to just go back upstairs. Todd was going to be so mad, and you didn't want to hurt him again.

You approached the door and Rachel motioned for you to go in. Quickly you pulled the sleeves of your dress down hoping that it made things look a bit better.

Seeing his eyes widen on you told you that it did not improve things one bit. You sat down in the chair next to him without looking at him. Eventually, the headmistress broke the silence.

“Mr. Shelby would like to offer you an extra tutor so you can get your studies up to a university level. You're normally rather bright so I have suggested that you share them with the other students who are at the same academic level.” Mrs. Roy explained. It was too nice, too big of a gesture. And you knew that Todd would make your life hell for accepting such an offer. You leaving the orphanage was a tough topic. You going to university would be world-ending. You were still trying to make sense of the whole thing when Finn motioned toward you. Finally, you looked at him, holding himself in disbelief.

“What in the bloody hell happened to her?” Finn asked in a tone that made the hair on your arms raise.

“She fell down the stairs.” Mrs. Roy gave you a tense look. “Or at least that’s what she claims happened.”

“Bullshit” Finn said darkly. He sat there waiting for a response from you but all you could think about was jumping out of the window. “Considering she fell down the stairs on the property, I have no choice but to take her to be inspected by a doctor.“

“No. No, I'm fine really.” You quickly said, feeling your heart thud painfully. You looked at him and felt your mouth go dry at the set of his face. His eyes were positively murderous. “I’m just clumsy” You mumbled, unable to look away from his dark gaze.

“Unfortunately it’s in my best interest to get you checked over. Avoid any legal issues.” You opened your mouth to decline again. “I insist.” He answered sharply.

There was a quiet moment and you gave him a nod still unable to speak. The door opened rapidly causing you to jump.

“Oi, what on earth is taking so long. She either wants an education or she's smart enough to know it doesn't help!” a man's voice boomed and you squeezed your eyes shut, crossing your arms across your chest tightly. “Oh.” his voice softened considerably.

“Arthur, let’s help her to the car,” Finn said sternly, he gave the man a look you didn't quite understand. Arthur gave him a nod, he started to move towards you causing your body involuntarily shrink into the chair. Finn stood up quickly and held a hand out to you.

“Just trust me, eh?”

You didn't want to. You wanted to go to bed and pretend that Finn Shelby didn’t exist. You wanted to be alone. But he had the upper hand, and the eyes of all the adults in the room only added pressure. You let him help you up, his hands didn’t leave you after that. He walked you out of the building with his arm wrapped around your waist and helped you into the front seat of a black Bentley. Arthur lumbered into the back seat.

You sat there terrified of the whole situation, currently, you were three streets further than you had been since you were ten years old in a car with two men. After 14 years of age, people were allowed to leave the orphanage to walk into the city, but you never trusted the staff with the little ones enough to leave. Immediately you said a prayer hoping that everything would be fine in your absence.

“Where we headed now?” Arthur called out from the back seat, pulling you from your worries. You had no idea how a man could take up so much space and be so loud. Sneaking a look over your shoulder you wondered if he was drunk. Finn was driving away from the city at a fast speed.

“The infirmary” Finn answered him with an irritated sigh.

“Nah, get us to the Garrison. Tommy’s there, he’ll want to talk to her.”

“Tommy can wait.”

“She’s bruised up, but she’s got nothin’ broken. I can tell she’s alright just by lookin’ her over”

“Stop lookin’ her over. She’s fine when they say she’s fine.” Finn quipped. As the conversation was progressing you knew right away that they must be brothers.

“Wasting the poor girl's time. First, she takes a beating, now you're going to make her wait around in the bloody infirmary.” Arthur argued on. “We’re the ones that need to figure out what happened anyway”

“ ‘Not wasting her time.” You could tell that he was almost out of patience.

“Look I've taken a beating, you’ve taken a beating. We both know she’s fucking fine. Let’s get this over with so we avenge her and you can -”

“BECAUSE SHE’S- FU-” Finn pulled the car over and jumped out of the car. Arthur followed him out onto the side of the road. “WE HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED. I’m NOT taking her TO A FUCKING PUB full of MEN. She - fucksakes Arthur. What if - you know. She’s not going to tell us that, ESPECIALLY IN A DODGY PUB” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Maybe stuff’s been going on and she needs serious help. We can't give her that.”

You looked at him and watched carefully how he was when he was angry. Tense, loud, you could tell he was dangerous, but not to you, not to his brother. He was so upset at the state you were in. Enough to imply that he would take you to a doctor and pay for anything you needed. Tears started to well up in your eyes and you fought yourself to keep your composure.

Arthur seemed to think about it for a moment. He said something quietly for once that seemed to calm Finn down.

Surely he’s only doing this to hurt you in his own way. Your stomach twisted painfully and you noticed Arthur opening the driver’s side door.

“Alright, here's the plan, love. Take you to the Garrison to meet with Thomas. My Aunt Pol is there and we can sort out what's needed. However, if there’s any pressing stuff that’s wrong with ya, we’ll continue on to the hospital.” His eyes were so soft, despite him being so big and frightening. Who the hell made these boys you wondered. Designed to get what they want, sweet enough you’d let them take it willingly.

“No, I don’t think -” You shook your head as the words got stuck. “Pub is fine.”

“That’s a girl!” He leaned out of the car and looked over at Finn. “You sure picked a tough one! She’s fine with the pub.” He smiled widely earning him a firm slap on the arm from Finn.

“Do you always got to be like this?” He said in an irritated tone, his face flushed from being teased.

“I’m the eldest, it's my given right to be like this.” He said, giving you a wink. You thought about what they were like with each other and tried to predict what type of family they were as you drove back towards the city.

Finn opened your door and helped you out. He seemed to prefer standing as close to you as possible, something you would have to keep an eye on to understand better. Part of you felt a bit like a celebrity being escorted in by security. Walking towards the entrance you noticed a group of boys that would hang out with Todd occasionally. You hoped they didn't notice the situation.

Going through the doorway all worries about Todd were left outside for the new onslaught of things to worry about.

It was dead silent. An empty fucking pub, with a few people around a table near the back. All the attention was on you as an outsider. Your stomach dropped and Finn moved you closer.

“Oi, Family only! Not a battered women’s meeting.” One of the men called out, earring him a hearty punch from the woman sitting next to him. Your feet felt stuck though. This was a huge mistake, they were going to eat you alive. Probably send you into the sex trade or something horrible. People didn't care about girls like you, and they certainly didn't invest time, money, or medical help on tainted goods. You’d never be a respected member of society.

“Come off, John. S’Fucking rude.” Arthur said, pulling a seat out for you.

“You're one to talk,” John replied cheekily. The woman next to him was impossibly beautiful. She had dark eyes curled with black makeup, her curly hair framing her face. With one look she stole the smile off his face. You hoped that she’d be on your side. A clinking sound caught your ear and you saw another woman caring a glass of amber liquid. She came over to you and placed it down on the worn table.

Before you could say thank you she pinched the bottom of your chin gently, guiding your face to see the damage. Most of it had faded to a soft purple color. She gave you a knowing smile and took the seat on the other side of you.

You were grateful for her presence felt like a strong barrier between you and the man in the suit. You realized they were the two that came to shout at the nuns. In the short moment of silence, your mind wandered back to a vampire novel you’d read once. Impossibly beautiful, large family, extremely wealthy, very pale…

“Gimme a name.” The man said catching you off guard. You assumed that this must be Tommy. Finn caught your hand under the table giving it a careful squeeze. The intended bit of courage was well received. You took a deep breath.

“Mr. Shelby, it wasn’t involving a staff member, so it’s not a concern of yours. I promise I won’t take legal action or anything” You thought back to what Finn had said in the office. This earned you a snort from the cheeky man.

“Staff members should have been better at handling the situation. Therefore it's our problem.”

Is it though? You asked in your mind. This was the most absurd thing you’d ever experienced.

“I see, well it started over -” Before you could finish the door whipped open like a gunshot causing you to jump.

“YOU WILL NOT STEAL HER AWAY fROM ME.” Todd’s voice rang out into the empty pub. You were a strange mix of frightened and embarrassed, and enough of the latter to pick up the glass of amber liquid and drink it down in one gulp. The woman next to you put her arm across your body telling you to stay put.

Finn got up slowly and turned to face off with Todd.

“You didn’t start this. Let them finish it.” The woman whispered into your ear and you wondered how on earth she could read this situation. The amber liquid hit you at the same time as her perfume. A sudden sense of safety washed over you.

Tommy gave a nod to Arthur and John and they both got up looking like hungry wolves. Todd was shouting at Finn as he moved towards him across the pub. The shouting stopped as soon as the pub door closed.

Then you were alone with them. The younger woman took a sip of her glass.

“Love it when things sort themselves out.” She gave you a little smile. “I’m Esme, sorry about John.”

You shook your head hoping she could translate it into don't worry about it. You didn't trust yourself to speak.

The door blew open and you heard Arthurs's voice.

“Just call it Arthur,” Tommy called out cutting him off. He looked oddly calm for the situation, eyes searching you constantly.

“YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER, BY ORDER OF THE PEAKY BLINDERS.” He called out at ear-splitting volume. All sounds of fighting were silenced.

Finn came back inside and Polly moved her arm off of you.

“S’taken care of.” He said to you looking wild. His hair was a mess, face flushed, but not marked. Todd didn’t seem to land a punch. Guess that’s a perk of being 6 ft and covered in wirey muscle. His arm draped across your shoulder easily and a sense of peace washed over you. He filled your glass and drank his own down. You watched the bright red of his split knuckles contrast with the pale skin of his hands.

Tommy looked at Polly and she held his gaze for a moment.

“If she won’t I will,” Esme said in a tone that made you feel like she was challenging Polly.

“I already said she’d come with me,” Polly answered.

“Nobody bothered mentioning this to me?” Finn answered.

“Now you know how I feel.” You responded out loud earning you a chuckle from John.

“Come stay with me for a few weeks, if you don’t like it we can find another home to place you in.”

“Right, because we have so many friends,” John said and you wondered who the hell these people were.

“Alright. Erm - thank you.” you thought for a moment then looked at her. “Thank you” You said with more feeling. You tried to get it through your head that she was giving you a chance to be adopted.

“Finn says you are exceptionally bright,” Tommy said easily, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“I - I Don’t -”

“Let’s see how she settles in before sending her to slave away at your cause,” Esme said sharply, earning her a look of caution from John.

“Welcome.” Tommy said giving you a stare that made you uneasy. “ Finn will take her to Pol’s place. Arthur will brief you after.” Tommy ordered. Polly’s hand tightened on your arm. You gave her a nod that it was fine and she let go.

Finn got you up and led you out. Stepping out of the pub you were not shocked at the amount of blood washed over the cobbles. There was no sight of Todd.

Finn still kept you close to his side as he got you into the car. Settling in next to him you watched as he started the car.

“Really, you won't have to worry about him anymore.” Finn said giving you a look as he pulled out a cigarette. You couldn't help but frown. “I - I know it's not easy. Chasing people like that out of your life.” He gave you a look of apology. “I’m assuming this is my doing, so I’ll do my best to make it right.”

You didn't know what you say. Your heart was hammering loudly, so you just gave him a nod.

“Well, that’s my family. I’ll give John shit for what he said later by the way.”

“I think Esme has it handled.” You said quietly remembering how prickly she seemed. Finn laughed.

“She’s a bit of a firecracker. I think you’ll both get along. I’ll warn you though. Poll lost her daughter when she was young. Not sure how she’ll feel about ya, but I have the idea that she’ll probably try to smother ya.” He prattled on easily as he drove you through the city. The gray light procuring in making the red still staining his knuckles more vibrant. He seemed perfectly at ease, curly hair ruffling from the cracked window, smoke curling around him, he could have been going for a drive in the countryside with his wife judging by the way he held himself.

“Sorry, I forgot. Did you need to go see a doctor? I can call one to the house or I can drive you to the hospital. It’s not a bother for me” He asked seeming considerably tenser.

“The nurse looked me over at the time. Nothing’s broken, just bruised.” You told him. “It - erm - wasn’t that bad. Not since I was - younger.” You knew he understood without you saying it outright. Better for him to know what he was pursuing if he was pursuing you at all. His fingers gripped the wheel and his jaw set for a moment.

Part of you started to panic that he would take you back, not wanting anything to do with someone like you.

“That’s. I don’t think I have anything helpful to say about it. Other than I’m sorry.” He said stiffly. Eventually, he let go of the wheel to place one hand palm up in the seat between the two of you. You thought about it cautiously, but your heart yearned to hold his hand. You laced your fingers in his and you could feel his mood shift considerably.

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Staying with Polly was everything you had ever dreamed of. She worried you felt like a doll being dragged around, but you assured her you enjoyed the attention. She kept you in the house, on rest. Saying it was better to sleep away all your past demons, so you could move forward. You’d never had so much attention in your life. Tea and soup are brought to you constantly. She’d draw you a bath and wash your hair, brushing it and braiding every night before bed.

You learned a lot about her family, who she was, and her heritage. All the things you didn't know about or have yourself.

She and Esme took you shopping once your skin cleared up, getting you everything you’d need.

The only thing that was off, or in your eyes, funny. Was Finn wasn't allowed in the house except for tea in the afternoon. Polly wanted him to give you as much space as possible. Something your heart seemed to struggle with.

He’d sit across from you at the breakfast table for tea, despite his aunt’s wishes he come every day. Polly would bustle around the house, and then conveniently start working on the kitchen. Cleaning the blinds or reorganizing the dishes in the cupboard. He found it annoying, but you only felt cared for.

She’d tell you how she cared for Finn, but didn't want you to get rushed into things while you were sorting out what happened to you with Todd. She had plenty of experience and wisdom to offer as you navigate the fallout.

Finn was a bit of sunshine in the overall challenge you were being met with. Now he’d bring flowers for your room, small gifts, big gifts, a bracelet, a silk scarf, and your favorite a plush bear that sat on your bed.

Polly was always slightly amazed at the conversations you’d have with him. Politics, literature, science, art. You had to explain that all you had were books and newspapers so you read them thoroughly.

He was over one afternoon, while Polly was off in the living room shouting at Tommy about something over the phone.

“How are you managing?” He asked leaning back in his chair.

“I’m happy. I don’t know how to thank you for everything. I think Polly will keep me.” You said with a big smile.

“Keep you? She won’t ever let you go. Don’t worry about that.” He took a sip of tea. “Everything else is alright. You look tired.” His face flushed. “Not that you don’t look beautiful - I just meant -” He started to stutter and it warmed your heart even more.

“I’m not the best at sleeping. Used to being in a room of girls, being woken up by the little ones. Not used to it being so quiet. Polly gives me stuff for it, but the dreams I get are horrible when I take it.”

He nodded empathetically. Things moved on to a passionate debate about a book you had just finished. Your voice raised to cut him off and Polly flew through the room then realized you were both being ridiculous and went back to shouting at Tommy.

You both broke out laughing hearing her call him back to pick up right where she left off.

“He’d like to know if youre interested in bookkeeping? I told him you used to help with that stuff at the orphanage.”

You nodded. Having a responsibility in the family made you feel like you would become a more permanent addition. Plus it gave you a chance to give them something back for everything they do for you.

“I would love to help.”

“The shop gets a bit rowdy but one of us is always around.” He seemed slightly worried about it looking out the kitchen window. “We’ll work something out.” He smiled at you.

___

That night you laid in bed reading as sleep avoided you.

There was a noise in the yard that caused you to jump. Then you heard the sound of snapping and tearing of greenery. You thought of the many enemies you were sure that the family had, your mind eventually settling on the possibility of it being Todd.

Your hands started to shake and you froze in place. Your mind was screaming at you to go get Polly, or at least call out for her to save you.

There was a dark shape at the top of your balcony and you watched as it flopped onto the small patio. The figure straightened itself out into the shape of Finn.

He waved at you innocently and you burst into tears. The door swung open and you watched him panic.

“Shhhhh. Sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll go - I’m going. It’s okay. Nothings wrong. Sorry.” He stumbled about.

“No, stay.” You whispered taking a deep breath. You just frightened me and I froze up. I’m crying - I’m just relieved it's you.” You sniffled, and you motioned for him to sit on your bed next to you.

You rested your head on his shoulder and felt yourself relax. His lips pressed into the top of your head causing your heart to race for a different reason.

“Just couldn't stop worrying about you staying up all night. Chased by bad dreams.”

“You came to fight them off have you?”

“Always ready for a fight, love” He answered slipping his shoes off to sit back on the bed properly. You settled against him easily, knowing that if an issue arose one yell and Polly would be in here raising hell.

You both talked about where you were in the book you were reading until your eyes started to get heavy.

“Here, just rest.” He scooted down onto the bed and you let him position you under his arm. Your body went limp against him and sleep took you immediately.

_______________

You woke up on your side, heavy arms wrapped around you and your back pressed into warmth. Your groggy brain tried to figure it out till you peaked over your shoulder to see Finn snoring away. You forgot about all thoughts of getting up and laid there as the sun poured in from your window.

Eventually, the thought struck you - What about Polly? What time is it?

You tensed up and tried to sit up to look at the clock. His arms tightened around you pulling you down close to his chest. He was stronger than he looked. He woke up quickly shifting upwards to scan the room.

“What’s wrong? You okay?” he said in a groggy tone.

Still trapped against him you mumbled into his chest. “The time? What time is it?”

“Fuck.” He whispered relaxing, he gave you a good squeeze before loosening his grip. “She probably already knows I’m here.”

“Will she kick me out?” Sharp panic started to rise up inside you.

“Nah I doubt it. I’ll catch shit for it, not you.” He stretched out and sighed. Looking him over you felt very sad that he had to leave.

You both devised a plan to get him out the front door as you could tell Polly was in the kitchen. You snuck down the stairs and stopped when you heard voices. Both of you sat down.

“Polly you worry for her too much. Finn is a good boy. Better than the lot of them. He might have filled out, but he’s still just a kid compared to the rest of the family.” You heard Esme’s voice pleading with her.

“She deserves a normal life. Thomas might have him playing in the sandbox for now but that won't be forever.”

“Doesn't mean he’ll turn out like Tommy or Aurthur. Hell, even John isn’t that bad.”

“Because that’s what Thomas wants. He’s only as good as Thomas wants him to be.”

“Look you care for the girl, I care for the girl. But Finn’s the reason she’s here. Because he wouldn’t shut up about her. Since the bloody day he met her all he talks about is how smart she is, how the light catches her eyes, I swear I caught him trying to write poetry the other day. Plus the boy is determined above all else to get her into uni. He wants the same thing you do - for her to have a good life.”

You watched Finn as she continued with wide eyes. His face was bright red and his eyes were scrunched up in embarrassment. This reaction made you love him even more. You couldn't tell him that it was alright. That you’d laid awake thinking of him every night since you met him. Not being able to speak you did the next best thing you could think of. You leaned up towards him and placed your mouth on his. He jumped slightly pulling away from you before he grabbed your face and kissed you properly.

Air flew out of your lungs as your fists gripped the collar of his shirt somehow desperate to have him closer. His strength won against yours and he broke the kiss, to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

He held you in a tight embrace preventing you from having to do anything for a moment. Polly and Esme started laughing about something and you both snapped out of it.

“Go out with me then?” He whispered into your ear. “Tomorrow at 8, I’ll pick you up.” He moved down the stairs quietly and slipped out the front door leaving you sitting there in silence.

Not knowing what to do you decided to just get it over with. You walked into the kitchen probably looking a mess. They looked you over and started laughing even louder.

You put more water in the kettle and got it on the stove as Esme enjoyed teasing you.

“How did he get in here anyway?” Polly asked as you sat down.

“Don’t tell her that or next time he might not get in!” Esme laughed.

“Any way. He might have stopped by to ask me out. Tomorrow at 8.” You said while focusing on buttering your toast. “And if it’s alright with you I’d like to go.”

“Took him all night to ask you then” Esme joked, and you watched as Polly tried to hold back a smile.

“He comes in through the front door. If he’s in your room the door stays open. You must be home by ten.”

“Oh come on Poll, he’s picking her up at 8 doesn't leave time for much?”

“That’s the point,” Polly responded dryly, Esme put her arm around you and made a puppy dog face. “Fine 12”

“Now we need to get you something to wear!” Esme said triumphantly.

__________

After that, he took you out twice a week and came over almost every night. Polly loosened up when she saw how well the two of you got along. Helping you get ready and the excitement Esme brought to the situation seemed to be enough for her to trust the situation.

Things with Finn were becoming more settled while problems with Tommy were just beginning. You were quite afraid of him, the way he and Polly would argue made you feel anxious. You didn't have it in you to talk to people like she could, which made you feel as if he would probably walk all over you.

Your first day made you very nervous. He had called you in to try it out conveniently while Polly was away on business for a few days. You got dressed in black and tried to wear something polished.

Thomas was friendly enough, or as much as you thought him capable. He had you sit at a desk on the main floor. Organizing the papers and getting everything calculated was an easy enough task. You were triple checking your work to ensure you hadn't missed anything when the shop suddenly fell silent. Tommy had been talking to a plump man near the front desk, and Lizzy's face was pulled into a sour look.

Your face got hot when the man's gaze was focused on you. Had you already done something wrong? Your hands started to shake and you wished more than anything that Finn was in the shop today.

You were waiting for Tommy to snap either at you for screwing up, or the man for running his mouth.

His eyes narrowed at the man, he pulled out his gun and pistol-whipped him across the face.

There was a painful noise that cut through the tense silence and you squeezed your eyes shut. Arthur came through and wordlessly took the man out of the shop and into the alleyway. Tommy stood there pinching the bridge of his nose looking very tired.

“She’s only to work in my office from now on.” He said to Lizzy waiting for her to nod before storming out of the office.

“Come on, love.” She helped you collect all the stuff you were working on. You were to sit in Tommy’s spot which made you extra afraid to mess up what papers were already thrown across the desk. Lizzy looked at you and gave you a sad smile. You really wanted to know what that man had said about you.

“It’s not easy. He’s beyond temperamental, John can be a real asshole, and Arthur's only got a fraction of his mind left. Polly can be vicious, Esme selfish. Finn’s still young and reckless. But if youre family they won’t let anyone in the world get to you.” She patted your shoulder and then left to answer the phone.

You watched over her tall frame trying to understand her words. You quickly forced yourself to get back to work so you wouldnt make Tommy more angry.

The day passed but Lizzy suggested you stay late, coming up with different piles of work for you to do. You didnt want to be bothersome so you just kept working. Once you saw Tommy come back you realised she gave you more work to keep you here.

He came into his office and shut the door. You felt yourself go rigid not sure what to do as you were sitting in his spot. Suddenly you felt like a little kid sitting in their dads chair.

“That man from earlier did you know him?” He asked while pouring two glasses of whiskey.

“No” You went pale. What if he lied about you, what did he say? Panic was starting to take over. He placed a drink infront of you then sat in the chair across the desk. He studied you for a moment.

“He mentioned he was friends with some of the men that worked for the orphanage. Said some untastful things about you.” His words were matter of fact, and bland. His face gave nothing away but you could tell he was about to tell you that you were bringing shame on his family.

You eyes immediately looked under his desk for a wate basket.

“We handled in. Eh, no men left to bother you. Well ‘except for Finn of course.”

“What do you mean?” You blurted the question out.

“The men that hurt you. Cant hurt people any more.” He said it with a cold voice but his eyes were burning in a way that told you he’d seen similar things in his own life.

“Thank you” You answered uneasily.

“You like staying with Polly.” He asked quickly.

“Yes. Very much”

“Does Finn bother you?”

“No, Not at al Finn is great -”

“Your happy?”

“I think so” You didnt want to say yes if he was just going to take those things away. He took a long sip of his whiskey.

“Lizzy says you got extra work done today.”

“Yes, I dont think she wanted to let me leave.”

“I told her to make you stay.”

“Ah”

“I’ll fight it out with Polly over what she thinks a fair wage is. But I’d like you in here weekdays.”

“Yes - thank you” You said awkwardly. You finished your whiskey and he drove you home. Much like Finn, he walked close to you with an arm around you. Unlike Finn it made your heart hurt.

That night he spoke with Polly in the kitchen leading to a fight. Finn came up via the balcony to embrace you tightly wanting to know what happened. You explained it to him, and gave him the back story you knew Tommy wanted. Finn looked much like he did, but relaxed slightly when you said Tommy had taken care of it.

_________________

Between Tommy and Polly, everything that you could have wanted from parents, you got. They were hard on Finn, yelled at you when you missed curfew, prasied you when you excelled. Made sure that you felt ssafe everywhere you went.

Arthur and John were harder for you to get used to with how loud they were and the jokes they make. Its not till someone is following you on the way to work. You start to walk fast, mind racing. When you turn the corner you see Arthur and John smoking out front. You start running towards them and grip onto Arhtur’s arm.

“Oi What’s this then?”Arthur said putting an arm around you.

“I think someone’s following me. She whispered into his chest, gipping him tightly.

“Tan blazer.” He asked sternly. You only nodded

You didnt hear anything else except some type of cracking and yelping sounds. Arthur brought you into the shop and John followed in. He washed his hands and you sat at Tommy’s desk watching them fall all over eachother tying to figure out what to do.

Covered in two blankets, cup of tea, large glass of whiskey, and John stood there patting your shoulder while on the phone with Esme.

“She says we should give you the day off”

“Tommy might not like that.”

“Not like we havent fought him before.”

“Mph, She cant work shaking like a leaf.”

“Paler than snow. S’not right”

They went back and forth and stopped when Tommy opened the door. They had some type of debrief about how you needed to rest and go home. He only told them that you were to stay by his side till they figured it out. He gave you enough comfort to make you feel safe, and the right amount of structure to keep your mind off of the whole thing.

After that you were much more trusting of them. John would have you over to hang out with Esme - the two of them would let you and Finn tag along to go dancing. They didnt mind if the two of you spent the night in the guest room after a night of going out - with the door shut…

Arthur was always giving you combat tips. Telling you that you stopped freezing in conflict, now you liked to run away. Next step you’d be off fighting off your problems. You weren’t sure that’s how recovery worked, but humored him anyway. When one of the men in the shop was acting out of line he held the guy stedy shouting at you to land a hit. It happened so quickly you panicked, dropped your tea, and hit him as hard as you could with the part of your fist Arthur had taught you. Felt good watching that man go down, good that you could manage a hit that hard. Then the voices hit you and you were in tears. Arthur held you, trying his best to confort you with examples of violence in the bible. Tommy nearly threw him through a wall when he showed up. He kneeled down infront of you.

“Look at me. My brother. He’s all over the place sometimes - sometimes out of line. Yes, you should know how to do things to protect yourself. No I will not have you thrown into conflict when ever he feels it’s a teaching moment.” His blue eyes searched yours looking for a sense of understanding. You started crying again because he cared so much. You wrapped your arms around his neck and felt him hug you back. A rare sight. The door to his office blew open again

“Out!” He shouted.

“No bloody chance.” You heard Finn respond bitterly. He sat on the couch next to you and quickly grabbed your hand. Tommy softened once he understood Finns intentions. You watched as he carefully looked over your knuckles. They were red and tender but nothing compared to how his often looked. Once happy with his inspection he wrapped a ice pack around them with a cotton scarf.

“I don’t want him anywhere near her if he’s go-”

“I handled it.” Tommy interrupted.

“He didnt mean anything bad by it. He said I used to freeze up, now I run away. Eventually I’ll fight, then I’ll be sorted. It’s progress. It’s not bad, just new.”

Finn grabbed your face. “Run. And always run to me. All of that is nonsense, if you ever need to fight, you will.” He chuckled. “Lots of fight in you. Lot’s of progress too.”

Finn made a point of never pressuring you into doing anything. He always wanted you to have time and space to make decisions, big ones like working at the shop or even little ones like ordering food when you went out. You had time to think, space to argue. Your voice was always heard. He made sure that no one trampled over you in family meetings. You watched as his family changed towards him, seeing him as the man he was. He would drive you to work and pick you up everyday. And everyday there was something else to talk about, laugh about.

Eventually, You got accepted into a university in London. It was hard for you to leave them, you made quite a spectacle of the whole situation. So Tommy sat you down in his office and gave you an important choice.

“Now, Finn’s my brother. But I’ll ask you anyway, we have new opertunities expanding in London and I need someone to over see it. If this is your time to break away and sort yourself or whatever it is people do when they go to university. I won’t send him to do it.”

You had to think about what he was trying to ask you and for once you felt what Polly felt when she spoke to him.

“ARE YOU CALLING ME A WHORE?” You demanded. “IMPLYING I WOULD SLEEP AROUND - YOU - ” Your hands were in tight fists.

“No, NO, Just want to know if you want space from us lot.” He answered quickly with his hands up. Normally he always looked so stern and frightening but to you he turned into what you imagined a dad would look like.

“I’m upset because there will be space. I - very upset.” You started to breath heavy.

“Then I’ll send Finn and you can share a flat with him. We’ll be around a lot. Ada’s there as well.”

You nodded at him. Grateful that he thought of this, when you thought about what he was saying again you realised that he was asking if you wanted the opportunity to separate from them entirely. A thought that made your heart hurt more than it ever had. These people, these were your people.

“Do I get to help pick the flat then?” You said, unable to get any of the mushy stuff out.

“Whatever you want.” You could tell he was just relieved you seemed back in a better mood.

UGH, Tommy walking her down the aisle. Finn and her having babies. Them calling Polly grandma. Polly just having a daughter relationship and loving you to pieces. Finn looking up to Tommy for fathering advice, Tommy realizing that he was all Finn had for a father. How that changes their relationship slightly.

I could go on forever. I honestly didn't want to stop writing this one because it was so cute!

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