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moneymasnn · 2 years

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Our Chaotic little family| Charles Leclerc

Notes: This is around 4.5k words and ive not proof read it so im sorry in advance for that aha, also I dont speak French so im sorry if either anything is incorrect or the fact he his French and this is an English fic. But I hope you guys enjoy some protective dad!Charles xoxoxo

Blurb: One where you daughter gets a boyfriend, and Charles is not happy about it at all.

Warnings: Swearing, some small angst with angry Charles.

You and Charles had known each other since before you could remember, he had always been the boy next door that you had a huge crush on. After he set off on his formula 1 career you didn't see that much of him, thinking the ship had sailed, but somehow fate made it happen. You had been lucky enough to get to love each other when you were only young, Charles was 20, you were 19.

You both experienced the bittersweetness of young love, until eventually he was the man you wanted to spend every waking moment with, you were never sure if you wanted to ever get married or even have children for that matter, but with him it was different.

And here you were, you were married and had three children, and you couldn't ever think you could be more happy.

Your oldest, Leo, was now seventeen, his dad takes him out at least three times a week teaching him to drive. You hadn't had the confidence to let Leo drive you around yet, but you knew with Charles he would learn quickly, you knew because Charles was the first person to teach you to drive a car too.

Your third and youngest was little baby arthur, who earned his name after giving you the most chaotic pregnancy of them all. He was only seven years old, he had gotten a lot more better behaved with age but was still your little menace. Charles used to say that he would be a footballer when he was older considering how much he liked to kick your stomach. He was born three weeks early at the Monaco Grand prix. A story for another day, but even before Arthur was born he was a handful pregnancy so that's how it was an easy decision to name him after Charles' youngest brother, who was also a chaotic handful.

Your only little girl, Juliana or jules was fifteen turning twenty one. she was starting to experience the world of womanhood. She wasn't as much her daddys little girl as she got older, something Charles had grown to hate.

Jules was your best friend, you wanted her to have the comfort of knowing her mum was there for her throughout her whole life, something you never had growing up. She had recently told you about a boy she had grown to like, you knew she had been hiding something from you, so did charles. You knew she would tell you about this boy soon, Charles however was praying that her happy mood had nothing to do with the male species.

You were standing in the kitchen, baking some cookies for a birthday party for one pierres children and Arthur junior was helping you, and by helping he was just eating all the chocolate chips. It was a late sunny friday afternoon, the type of restful afternoon where Charles wasnt off racing that weekend, the kind of fridays you liked to hold on too.

Charles was talking Leo out for an afternoon drive and Jules was sitting on the sofa giggling at her phone like the giddy little love struck child she was.

Leo was scrambling around the house to find his lucky driving shoes and Charles came up behind you in the kitchen, wrapping his hands around your waist and leaning forward to kiss your temples. He looked up to see what you were looking at, but his brows furrowed when he was his little girl twirling her hair and giggling at her phone.

“What on earth could she be laughing at her phone like that for?” He said.

You rolled your eyes at your husband's words, spinning around and placing your hands on his chest. His eyes still glued on his daughter.

“Her friends probably sent her a funny video.” You tried to shrug it off, but Charles wasn't dropping it.

“Mon amour, I know that look.” He looked at you, shooting you a knowing look.

A smirk crawled on ur lips as you turned back around to watch your daughter who was now sprawled out on the sofa on her stomach, twirling her hair, biting her lip with her feet swinging in the air.

“What look?”

“You're her carbon copy, y/n. I know that look a little to well.” He glances at you with a knowing expression.

“Dad! I'm ready!” Leo's voice echoed around the kitchen causing Charles to kiss your lips quickly and whisper a goodbye.

“Papa! Gross!” Arthur shouted from where he was perched on the kitchen counter, an empty bag of chocolate chips in hands and the rest all around his mouth.

“I'll go to the shop for you on the way back or your chocolate chip cookies aren't going to be very chocolatey.” Charles said to you looking back at his son in gramance who was touching every surface in the kitchen with his chocolate covered fingers.

After Charles left you gave Arthur a bath, watching as he climbed in the bubbled filled tub with all his toys.

“Mama, is papa your boyfriend?” He asked you, just as you were about to exit the bathroom.

“No sweetheart-” you giggled at your son's randomness, “he's my husband, we got married long before you were born.” You perch down by the bath, dipping your fingers in the bath, splashing him slightly making him giggle.

“What makes you ask that?”

“Julie has a boyfriend.” he said, blowing some of the bubbles from the bath.

“How do you know that?” You knew it was wrong to get Arthur to tell you all the gossip, but he was a great little ear wiger.

It wouldn't be the first time he had told you and Charles a story that he had accidentally overheard. Like when Pierre and his wife first found out they were expecting another baby Arthur had accidentally overheard a private conversation about Pierre's wife not being able to drink alcohol, after that you and Charles added up the dots.

“She was saying she has a boyfriend on the phone, I heard Julie saying papa would be mad.”

You took a moment, so it was true, your daughter did have a boyfriend…

After getting Arthur out of the bath you decided to let him play with his toys in his room while you went to speak to your daughter, who still hadn't moved from her position on the couch. You decided to sit next to her and pry some information out of her before Charles got home.

“Soooo.” you said, pursing your lips, sitting across from her. She didn't even make the effort to look up at you, just a simple hum.

“Julianna.” you said sternly, that caught her attention as he raised her eyesight slightly.

“Yes, mother.” She sarcastically said, rolling her eyes at your use of her full name.

“Okay, if you want to be like that.” You said with a smirk, leaning over and switching off the phone and pushing it down onto the sofa.

“I just want to talk, you've seemed a bit… occupied at the moment.”

“I'm sorry I have friends.” she sarcastically said as she sat up, crossing her arms of her chest with a frown.

“Not only friends, I've been told you have a more than a friend.” You cringed as you said it, you were bad at this.

“That little shit! Authur told you he didn't.” she said, shocked.

“Language, missy! It doesn't matter who told me, but I want to know what's going on in your life, you can trust me.” You smiled, uncrossing her arms and talking her hand in yours.

“There's a boy…” she mumbled.

“Tell me, mon cheri.”

“He's not my boyfriend though.” You noticed the hit of sadness in her eyes as she looked down.

“It's silly, i know your going to tell me i'm too young-”

“I don't think you're silly, mon amour.” You said, pulling your arms open so she can rest her head on your shoulder.

“In fact, I probably understand more than anyone else.” you kissed the spot behind her ear, tucking her hair back as you could tell she wanted to listen to what had to say.

“You know, I was about, maybe fourteen when I fell in love with your father.”

She raised her head to look up at you, “Really?”

You nodded your head with a small smile at the time, “I don't think I knew at the time, but I always had a crush on the boy next door for as long as i could remember.”

“It took your father a little longer than me to realise he liked me back, he came and gate crashed my first proper date.”

“What?” She said with a smile as she begged you to tell her the story.

“Your father was such a romantic, he walked into the restaurant right as the mains came out and said there was a family emergency and he needed to take me home. Then we got in his car and I was all panicked wondering what the family emergency was and he just kissed me.” You couldn't stop the smile that formed on your lips as you told the story. It was all true, Charles had gate crashed your first proper date, and ever since you had both been inseparable.

“That's really sweet mum.”

“The point is, these things take time, especially love. I don't doubt your feelings for this boy if you say you have them, and if he feels the same he will show you sooner or later.” You smile at her, holding her closer.

“I really like him, mum.”

You were about to reply when Leo and Charles both stumbled through the door. You kissed Julianna on the head and stood up to see your husband smiling with slightly flushed cheeks and a bag of chocolate chips in his hands.

“How did your driving lesson go baby? You asked Leo, ruffling his long brown hair, the exact same way his father has it.

He just shot you a sheepish smile, shrugging his shoulders and he looked over to his father who smiled slightly.

“Hes- hes learning, that's all that matters.” Charles said as he looked at Leo with a smile.

When Leo walked off to his room Charles followed you into the kitchen, placing the chocolate on the side.

You waited for Leo to be out of ear shot before Charles burst out with giggles in the kitchen.

“Was it that bad?” You smiled as Charles placed his head on your shoulder.

“Mon dieu, i'm just happy to get home in one piece.” he laughed as he brought you into a hug.

You watched as Charles noticed Jules was still on her phone, but he didnt question it this time, he decided he was going to have a shower and get into bed.

After you had made the cookies for tomorrow you decided it was time for bed too, you decided to check on the kids before you did, leo was playing on his xbox and you could hear julie was on the phone in her room so you left her alone. You could hear faint giggles from your room so you knew you didn't need to check on Arthur since he and Charles were curled up in bed watching a movie.

You smiled as you jumped in the shower, leaving the boys to watch their movie and by the time you were done Arthur was fast asleep on charles.

Charles looked up at you with a cheeky smile.

“He's excited for tomorrow, I told him Pierre got a bouncy castle for the party.”

You leaned over and gave your husband a long kiss on the lips.

“What was that for?” he smirked.

You shrugged before you got under the covers, pulling your book from your bedside table and putting on your glasses.

Charles watched as you put the goddamn glasses on that he loved so much.

That's when he got out of bed, pulling Arthur up with him, probably to put him to bed.

“I will be right back.” Charles whispered with a wink.

“I'll be waiting.”

The next day it seemed like a struggle to get everyone up and out the house. Arthur was ready first with Charles as they were both sitting on the sofa watching the tv. Jules had gotten changed about seven times and Leo was upset that he couldn't drive the whole family to uncle perrie's house. Charles just replied to his son with an honest answer that we all did want to make it to the party in one piece. And on the down side you hadn't felt the best all morning.

After putting on a small yellow summer dress you were ready to step out into the Monaco sun.

Pierre had three children also, Noah who was around Leo's age, the pair got on really well, they reminded you of Pierre and Charles when they were younger, Noah even had pierres charm and witty humour. And then there was arlo who was six, with only a few months age difference between him and arthur the pair got on really well, and pierres new baby layla, who was turning one today.

After finally managing to get everyone in the car and to Pierre's house you could relax slightly more. Pierre and Charles stood in the garden by the bbq with beer in each hand while you sat on a chair lounger with a smile on your face as you held the birthday girl layla.

You were reminiscing when Arthur was this small, when his whole hand would fit into your palm, but your smile never faded when you looked to see Charles smiling over at you. You held up Layla's hand and waved at him, and he waved back, his heart fluttering seeing you with another baby.

“Please don't tell me you have baby fever? Thinking about popping out another one.” Pierre nudged charles.

“What, no.” Charles blushed.

“So, you're all done then?”

“I don't know, we've never spoken about having more.”

“Well judging by the smile on her face, she's already thought about it.”

When charles turned back around to look at you he noticed you making your way from the garden to indoors, you had mentioned all morning that you haven't felt well, he could only assume you was going to be sick, judging by the look on your face he handed pierre his beer and ran down to the bottom of the garden to the patio doors to pierres garden.

When he walked through the doors he bumped straight into your back.

“Mon amour, are you feeling okay?”

But you never answered Charles' question, instead you stood with your mouth wide open looking over to the sofas in the corner of the room.

After seeing your attention was else where charles turned around to see what you were looking at, but his face flushed red when he was his precious little girl and pierres stupid son with his tounge down her throat.

“Oh no!” Charles shouted, his hand falling from your shoulder as he pointed at the two teenagers that had just been caught.

“No fucking way in hell, get your hands of my daughter gasly!” Charles shouted as the two teenagers scrambled to make as far distance between them both as possible.

“Noah is the boy you told me about?” Your mouth had been agape the whole time, you were not expecting that.

“You knew?!” Charles turned to you, his face still flsuhed as there was steam practically coming out of his ears.

“Well i- I didn't know it was Noah she was talking about.” You shouted back at charles.

“You told your mum about me?” Noah smirked at Jules as she blushed a deep shade of red and put her head down.

“Mum, dad you're really embarrassing me.” she said through gritted teeth and wide eyes.

“Don't look at her like that gasly or I swear to god I'm going to-” But as Charles went to make his way over to the young boy who was standing still behind the sofa. Pierre had come in after hearing all the competition from outside, placing his hands on Charles' chest as he pushed him back before Charles could finish his sentence.

“Why are you shouting?” Pierre said to his friend, “What's going on?” he asked as he turned to you.

“What is going on? Good question pierre, what the fuck is going on, both of you!” Charles pointed to the two guilty teenages in the corner, that's when Pierre turned around and had figured out what was happening.

Pierre was trying to stifle his giggles as he looked at his son, his best friend's daughter and back to his best friend.

“No way! This is great, Jules is a great girl Noah, I'm happy for you!” Pierre exclaimed and turned to smile at you, you just nodded at the man with a smile. At least one of them was happy.

“What? No!” Charles looked back at Pierre who had a very contrasting reaction to him.

“He is not good enough for my daughter, no one is, Julianna get in the car, we're going home!”

“Charles.” you called, but he didn't hear you.

He was shouting and you had a massive headache, and also so much was happening all you could tell was he was acting very irrational right now.

“What do you mean not good enough for your daughter?” Pierre asked, offended as he stepped to charles.

“You know exactly what I mean. I know what you were like as a teenager, remember?”

“Charles-” you tried to interrupt.

“No y/n, i'm right. He's just like you, see that little smirk on his smug face, I know what he wants and he's not getting it from my daughter!”

“Dad!” Jules shouted from across the room as hers and Noah's face turned red.

“How dare you say that about my son!”

“I'm not wrong Pierre, you used to get through the girls when we were younger, I doubt he's no different!”

“Charles!'' You shouted his name one more time, however this time you caught the attention of Pierre who looked over charles shoulder to see you looking rather green with a hand over your mouth.

All of pierres attention suddenly turned to you as he cocked his head to the side and his eyes widened.

“Charles, I think she's going to throw up.” And with that Charles realised the reason he had abandoned his stop at the bbq to follow you in her anyway.

“Shit, mon amour, are you okay?”

You didn't reply, just shaking your head as you held your hand over your mouth and ran to the toilet.

Charles had gone to follow you to the toilet but then he noticed a hand around his daughters waist and his attention changed.

“HANDS OFF GASLY!”

And with that Noah's hands were in the air as Jules pulled him off of her, tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at her dad.

“I'm not your little girl anymore dad!” she shouted before running back outside.

Charles groaned as he ran to where he could hear you being sick in the toilet, he grabbed your hair and rubbed your back.

“Mon amour, what's going on?” he asked as he handed you some tissues to wipe your mouth.

“Charles, I need to tell you something.”

“I'm listening.”

“We're going to need a bigger car.”

Charles' expression dropped as his slight smile faded.

“Don't worry about that right now, you sick, okay? Once we get you home I'll buy you all the bigger cars in the world.” He smiled but you could see he thought you were delusional as he looked you head in his hands and kissed your forehead.

“No charles, we need a bigger car for an extra person.” you giggled.

“If this is about Noah, he's not coming home with us?” Charles shaked his head as he looked at you.

You laughed again at how clueless he looked, you took his hands in yours, “we need another car seat too.”

“We got Arthur a new one last month- Mon amour? Are you feeling okay?” Charles was getting a bit nervous now, you were making no sense to him.

You look at his hand that was in yours and placed it on your stomach.

“Charles, I'm pregnant.” you smiled at him as you whipped the dribble from your chin.

“Surprise.” you smiled, lazily waving jazz hands as you dropped against the wall of the toilet, your head hurting even more after throwing up.

“Are you sure?” Charles' eyes lit up as he leaned over closer, his hand still on your stomach.

You nodded as you looked down at his hand and placed yours on top.

“Another one?” Charles let out a laugh as tears welled up in his eyes.

You both laughed as he moved so he was next to you crouched against the wall and you placed your head on his shoulder.

“How long have you known?” he asked you, kissing your temple as he tried to stop the tears.

“I've known for a few days, since when we went for that meal with Carlos and Isa and I was sick.”

“I thought that was food poisoning?” Charles laughed.

“Yeah, apparently not. Insted we have a sixth member to add to our not so little family.” You giggled.

After what felt like a few moments in silence with Charles as he held your stomach, continually kissing your temple and head you spoke up, nursing your little bubble on the toilet floor of Pierre's house.

“Charles, you need to apologise to Pierre, Noah, and jules.”

Charles groaned as he threw his head back, “let me just stay in here with you for a minute.” he complained.

“Do I really have to apologise?” he asked you with a pout.

“Yes.”

Charles helped you to stand up as you both made your way out the bathroom, Charles could sense the angry looks from everyone at the party as he could see his daughter crying into her uncle carlos’ arms as he gave Charles a death stare.

“Go apologise to her.” you ushered him on, he gave your waist a small squeeze as he kissed your temple and looked in a deep breath.

“Will you be okay?”

“Charles, go.”

When Charles made his way over to Carlos who had his arms wrapped around julianna as she sobbed into his arms you sat down on the outdoor sofa. Rubbing your head as you sunk back into the pillows, you prayed this pregnancy would be an easy one, and hopefully your last.

Until there was a little cough that caught your attention.

It was little Noah with a glass of water in his hands and a very nervous smile as he ushered the glass towards you.

“Thank you, noah.” You smile as you take the glass from him.

“Could I please sit, y/n?”

“Of course you can sweetie.”

You liked Noah, you could understand where Charles was coming from, Pierre was a very typical teenage boy growing up, but you knew from Noah's parents that he had been brought with the morals to treat girls properly.

“Are you feeling okay?” The young boy asked you.

“I'm fine, dont worry about me, are you okay?” you asked him, rubbing his shoulder as you could see how tense he was.

“I'm really sorry, I didn't want to get jules in trouble.” you giggled slightly at the boy.

“No ones in trouble noah, just confused.”

“Charles- he can be scary when he's angry.”

You laughed again as you looked at the boy, “don't be scared of charles, he wouldn't hurt a fly. He's just protective of his little girl.”

There was a silence that loomed for a second as you both watched Julianna and Charles hug in the garden, a sign that they had made up.

“I really really like your daughter.” You turn and smile at Noah, the smell of young love radiating from him.

“I don't doubt your feelings, noah. But I am worried you both might be a bit young and naive. I know you don't want to hear that right now, but just be careful. We don't choose who we love, but we can choose who we hurt.”

And with that you engulfed Noah in a hug as he whispered to you a small thank you.

“First my daughter and now my wife, maybe I should take it all back.” You looked up to see your husband with a sheepish look on his face as Noah flushed red.

“Dad!” Jules shouted as she hit his chest causing him to moan a small sorry.

After that Noah sat up, shaking hands with charles.

“I'm here to be civil noah, you seem like a sensible young man, don't prove me wrong.” Charles nodded at Noah who replied with a ‘yes sir’ causing you to giggle.

“And if i see your hands on her again don't doubt that i won't-”

“Dad!” Jules repeated, “you said you wouldn't threaten him!”

Charles finally let go of Noah's hand, eyeing up the boy as he and Julianna walked off. He came and sat next to you on the outside deck, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he kissed ur temple and quickly rubbed his hand over your stomach when no one was looking.

“Let's hope this one decides she doesn't want to get married until she's at least forty, or even speak to boys.” You giggled as charles moves his head closer to your stomach.

“You hear me, no boys!”

“How do you know it's a girl?”

“Oh it's a girl, I can smell the trouble from here.”

You laughed as you leaned into his shoulder.

“Did you make up?”

“We did.”

“They grow up so fast, y/n.” Charles sighed as he watched Leo think he was being discreet with his uncle Max as Max was letting him have a few sips of his beer, Arthur was jumping on the bouncy castle like he had been all day and Julianna was laughing with Noah in the corner.

“Well, we still have one more to enjoy, and athurs always going to be a momma's boy.” You shrugged as Charles turned to you.

“No way he's a daddy's boy.”

You laughed at Charles when you realised he was being serious.

“Oh no way, Arthur definitely loves me more.”

“At this moment in time Leo is my favourite.”

“Charles, you can't call favourites!”

“I can, and mine is leo.” charles smirked

You laughed as you snuggled up to your husband more, happy and content with your little chaotic family.

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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Daddy & Me + Three

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: Charles and y/n had a young, wild romance; love and happiness leads to marriage and well, kids. Family of 2 becomes 4 and then 5 which makes Daddy and Me + Three.

Author’s Note: No regular updates, just me posting dad!Charles content when I feel like it lmao. The fics will be of the kids at all different ages in their lives.

Daddy & Me + Three Taglist // Character Synopsis

Family Secrets

In which, secrets pull on the threads of family. // Gabriel and Christopher are 19, Eloise is 17.

How To Let Go 101

In which, you and Charles come to terms that all 3 of their children are now in relationships // Gabriel and Christopher are 19, Eloise is 17. // ^part two of of family secrets

Bedtime Kisses

In which, Charles accompanies you to your award ceremony while Uncle Enzo and Uncle Arthur babysit for the night. // Gabriel and Christopher are 6, Eloise is 4.

Memories Make The Best Stories

In which, going through old photos bring up old feelings and the Leclerc family basks in the memories of the past. // Gabriel and Christopher are 18, Eloise is 16

Happy Fright Night

In which, you and Charles reminisce on the kids’ Halloweens over the years as they get dressed for their Halloween out together // Gabriel and Christopher are 2, 9 and 20, Eloise is 7 and 18.

Another Candle On The Cake

In which, Eloise pulls off the perfect surprise party for her father. Planning takes a lot of work but it’s a good thing she’s got a village of support behind her. // Gabriel and Christopher are 20, Eloise is 18.

Please Try Again

In which, you’re home alone with 3 kids under the age of 4 and everything that could go wrong, goes wrong // Gabriel and Christopher are 3, Eloise is 7 months.

A Miracle & A Dash of Hope

In which, the story of love begins and unravels, everything is working against them. Are they really meant to be? // 1/2 of The Wedding Fic.

A Love Like Yours

In which, the clock is ticking and the hours are passing, will the words be spoken in time? // 2/2 of The Wedding Fic.

Mayhem In Monaco

In which, you're off to New York for a few days to host SNL, but it just happens to fall on the same weekend of the Monaco Grand Prix. All three kids stay in Monaco with Charles, will he be able to manage them and racing on his own? // Gabriel and Christopher are 10, Eloise is 8

New Year, New Challenges

In which, a night out for Oliver’s birthday ends in utter disaster and turmoil; secrets are spilled, tears have fallen, the blood is dried and the words spoken cannot be taken back. // Gabriel and Christopher are 20, Eloise is 18.

The Heart Loves Spain (Insta!AU)

Rumours swirl when Sofia and Christopher are both spotted in Spain, posting things a bit too similar to be a coincidence. // Christopher x Sofia

With Sweet Comes Sour

In which, the kids all have valentines plans with their respective partners so you and Charles decide on a quiet night in, until it becomes not so quiet. // Gabriel and Christopher are 19, Eloise is 17.

More Coming Soon!!

#daddy & me + three series #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x y/n #dad!charles #f1

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sainz-leclerc · 2 years

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Baby Leclerc - Charles Leclerc

pairings : dad!charles leclerc x mom!reader , husband!charles leclerc x wife!reader

summary : baby leclerc is unwilling to let go of her daddy

warnings : pure fluff , a small mention of reader calling Charles daddy , Charles being obsessed with titties.

A/n : I blame this photo for my baby fever 🤧❤️

A little over a few months ago , Charles and you were blessed with a beautiful baby girl.

You two decide to name her Jules Antoinette Leclerc , deciding to keep the Hervé name for your second child.

She had the same eyes as her father , an indecisive mix between blue and green , while her mouth was full and pouty just like her mother.

The moment Charles laid his eyes on the little bundle of joy he fell in love with her , swearing to always protect his two girls.

Right now , you three were in the living room . Charles and Jules were on the carpet playing together while you were on the couch reading a book.

The ferrari driver was blowing raspberries onto his daughters little tummy , making the baby giggle and squeal.

“Who the most beautiful girl in the world? You are” he praised her , his heart growing two sizes with each look at his little princess

At that you raised your eyes from the book , teasing the monegasque “hey”

Charles lifted his head from Jules , smiling brightly at you. “Sorry love , she’s just too adorable” Looking back at his little girl , the new father picked her up “What do you say bean ? Should we go play with mama ?”

The two made their way over to you. You put your book down and took Jules into your arms , grinning and kissing her chubby cheeks.

Your husband lingered next to the couch , kneeling next to you two.

After a few more rounds of giggling , little Leclerc started yawning and kicking her small feet.

“Uh oh , someone’s getting cranky” you joked , standing up “let’s put you to bed love”

At that Charles jumped up “no , let me do it”

Rolling your eyes in a playful manner , you passed her over to her dad

“She’s going to be such a daddy’s girl”

“Just like her mom” Charles winked , escaping the living right before you chucked a pillow at his head.

You remained in the living room , getting back to your book.

However , after a few chapters Charles still didn’t come back so you made your way to Jules’s room.

Gently entering the nursery , you saw the little girl fast asleep with her dad lingering over the crib.

“Charles , come on . Let’s go” you whispered , wrapping your arms around your husband’s chest.

“I can’t”

You quietly giggled “Baby , I know you love her , but you have to let go for at least an hour”

Charles turned his face to you , a small frightened smile on his lips “No mon amour , I physically cannot move”

Scrunching your eyebrows , you ask “why ?”

With his free hand he points towards his other arm.

Jules had her small hand wrapped around Charles’s pointer finger.

“Come on Charles , you can hold her hand later”

But Charles wouldn’t budge “Chérie , I can’t move. She’s too strong” the young driver looked scared for a second “My little girl has an iron grip” he laughed exasperated.

You smiled at him and leaned over the crib , softly massaging her tummy.

Jules moved a bit before letting go of Charles and turning of her belly.

Your husband looked at you like you were some sort of witch “How ?” He whispered.

“Mother’s secrets” smiling at him , you pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Charles smiled down at you , wrapping you in a side hug and quietly exiting the nursery.

“Now I miss the little bean” the monegasque pouted at you.

Making your way into the bedroom , you layed down , Charles following suit and laying his head on your chest.

“She’ll be up in a few hours baby” raising his chin in your hand , you gave him a kiss to the forehead.

He smiled at you “You’re right. Besides , while she’s sleeping I can finally play with my other girls”

Before you could question him , his attention was on your boobs.

You laughed at his childishness “Charles”

“Sh sh sh. Let me play with your boobies” the manchild giggled “As much as I love my little bean , it’s not fair she has priority to your tits mon amour , I was here first”

Charles pressed soft kisses to your breasts , smiling up at you.

Ah , just another normal day in the Leclerc household.

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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good morning | c. leclerc

pairing: dad!charles leclerc x mom!reader word count: 6.2k words. request: yes by anons: “bestie i need more dad!charles 😩” & “will you ever write a part 2 of goodnight 🥺” & “can we have goodnight part 2? 🥹” & many more but i think i already answered some of those asks jsjsjs sorry. warnings: it gets messy. lots of time jumps, language, mentions/allusions to sexy times, charles being a dilf. a crazy ex, some legal things that i made up bc idk how that works irl, idk idk. also pls don't ask about years or dates, the math won't add up let's just chill and enjoy the ride a/n: let us all thank @spideyanakin for coming up with this plot back in like JANUARY 💀💀💀. i had written a different ending but it was too much crackhead energy so i changed it lmaooo. also is it wrong of me to say that i kinda dislike theo ?? 💀 like idk, how can i hate a character that i made up myself lmaooo pls don’t cancel me. okay bye happy race week, let us all pray for a safe race where mick scores points finally🙏🙏

my masterlist / this is the long awaited, highly requested part two of 'goodnight'

(y/b/m) = your birth month.

“are you ready?” charles said, his hand holding yours as his finger played with the diamond ring on your ring finger.

“yeah, are you?” you chuckled, looking at his wide eyes. he smiled at you, his gaze traveling down to your belly.

“i think so. you ready, bud?”

“yeah, daddy!” theo replied from his spot on the backseat, a huge smile on his face.

theo was a walking advertisement for ferrari. of course.

ferrari cap, check.

ferrari shirt with ‘leclerc’ written on the back, check.

he was all suited up and ready for his first ever formula one race. the monaco grand prix. his father’s home race.

that day, the world was going to know that charles leclerc was the father of a five-year-old boy, and a baby girl on the way.

theo had been begging to go to a race for over a year now. but he was still too young at the time, so you decided to wait for the right time. then, you got pregnant with little miss ava. it was the end of may, and you were now eight and a half months pregnant, so your stomach was pretty noticeable through your maternity dress. it was charles’ home race, and it was a very special day for him, so you happily agreed to accompany him to the race.

with one last nod, charles stepped out of the car, instantly blinded by all the flashing camera lights. he put on his sunglasses before walking to you door, opening it for you and helping you out. the clicks of cameras got increasingly louder, everyone wanted to take a perfect shot of you two. with a small nod, and a gentle squeeze on charles’ hand, he opened the door for theo to step out. charles’ free hand immediately grabbed theo’s small one, he didn’t want him to wander off unsupervised.

“whoa, daddy!” theo looked around. “there’s so many people here.”

theo stared wide-eyed at everything around him, his shocked face resembling the ones of the people who stared at the three of you. you kept a protective hand over your stomach, especially when you saw the curious, foreign eyes gazing at your bump. once you reached the ferrari motorhome, you relaxed a little, but still kept theo at arm’s length.

charles introduced you to everyone, and you smiled as you watched the people gushing over theo, congratulating you and wishing you the best for the baby. you all walked upstairs to charles’ room so he could change and get ready for his interviews and such. he had a hectic schedule that day, and unfortunately, theo was having none of it. theo crossed his arms over his chest, frowned and pouted as charles crouched in front of him.

“i’ll see you in a bit, theo. i need you to be good for me,” charles reached his arm out, but theo ducked out of his way.

“theo,” you called his name, “what’s this, buddy?” you were genuinely surprised by his behavior. he was always so good, so calm and attentive to what you or charles said.

“my daddy,” theo said. charles looked at you, but you shrugged your shoulder, shaking your head side to side slightly, having no idea what he meant. “my daddy. daddy stays with me,” he stated.

it shocked you, since theo had never said anything like that whenever charles left to the races. of course, theo missed his father, but he always watched charles on the tv, never missed a session or a race, and he always smiled whenever the cameras were focused on charles, because charles would always wink at the camera, a sign for theo that he was thinking of him.

“but daddy has things he needs to do, theo. you and i can stay here, or we can go downstairs and watch everything there,” you explain, running your fingers through his hair.

“but i don’t want to lose you, daddy,” theo ran to charles, making the monegasque lose his balance, falling down on his back with theo on top of him, that made the boy laugh.

“you won’t lose me, theo. i have stuff to do, but i promise you that as soon as i’m done, i will come back here for you, okay?” charles said as he leaned forward, still sitting on the ground with theo on his lap. theo threw his arms around charles’ neck. “what’s wrong, little man?” charles asked.

theo didn’t respond. just kept his tight hold on charles as he stared at the wall.

“i have an idea,” charles said after a few minutes of silence. “why don’t you come with me, bub?” he looked down at theo, who was leaning on his chest. “you can keep me company while i work, how’s that sound?” theo seemed to perk up.

“really?” theo couldn’t keep a smile off his face.

“yeah, you just have to promise to be on your best behavior, okay?” charles smiled at him.

“i promise, daddy! everyone will know you’re my daddy now!” theo got off charles’ lap, grabbing his hand and pulling, trying to get him off the floor. once charles got up, he left the room to let his team know that theo would be joining him for the interviews and such.

“theo, come here, baby,” you said, patting the spot next to you once charles left you two alone. your other hand resting on your stomach. theo rushed to you, sitting next to you, leaning his head on your belly as puts his hand on top of yours, playing with your ring. “why did you say that you’d lose daddy?” you asked calmly, gently running your fingers through his hair.

“because i don’t want daddy to leave me now,” he said, not looking at you.

“what do you mean, love?” you asked, keeping your voice soft.

“i know that you need a daddy and a mommy to make a baby, and i know that daddy didn’t make me, so that means i have a different daddy. and now that you made a new baby, i don’t want daddy to leave like the one who made me,” he explained as if it were the most casual thing ever.

“theo, i-”

“who’s ready for some interviews?” charles barged in, smiling.

“let’s go, daddy!” theo jumps from his seat, making grabby hands at charles, who picked him up, chuckling at theo’s excited face. he noticed you were sitting still, your back straight could only mean that you were feeling anxious.

“is everything alright, mon ange?” he asked, frowning as you were breathing deeply.

you couldn’t tell him. not at that moment. so, you swallowed the lump in your throat, faked a smile and relaxed your shoulders. you nodded your head as you looked at them, theo was leaning his head on charles’ shoulder, his arms around his neck protectively.

“i’m fine, just feeling a bit left out,” you joked, standing up as you walked to them.

“don’t you worry, ma chérie, we’ll only be gone for a little while, isn’t that right, theo?” theo placed an arm around your back with his free arm.

“yes, mommy, i go with daddy now and we watch the race later,”

“okay, you two. go, have fun. i’ll be right here,” you ushered them out of the room, wanting to be alone so you could think about what to do now.

how could he figure this out at just five years old?

you’d already explained to him the truth about charles not being his biological father, but theo knew that charles was his daddy, who loved him endlessly and with his entire heart, and that seemed to be enough for theo.

you walked downstairs, suddenly feeling trapped in the four walls of charles’ room. you grabbed a cooled water bottle, downing half of it in one go as you felt someone sitting beside you.

“how’s little ava?” arthur asked. “you look like you’re in pain,” he chuckled.

“she’s asleep, i think,” you rubbed a hand over your stomach as you played with the bottle. “it’s theo…”

“i saw him out there, clinging to charles like a koala,” he smiled, you nodded, lips barely curling into a smile.

“he didn’t want to let him go. don’t tell charles, not before the race, at least,” you said, looking around you, making sure no one was paying attention to you two.

“what’s wrong?” arthur asked, leaning forward, a small frown on his face as he scanned your worried expression.

“theo said that- that he didn’t want to lose charles. but when i asked him what he meant by that-” you repeat what theo had said, frowning. once you finished, your mouth felt dry, so you drank the rest of the water, you foot tapping against the floor repeatedly.

“whoa,” was all arthur said, his mind still processing it.

“i know,” you muttered, looking at the screen, that showed a smiling charles, holding theo in his arms, the boy was leaning his head on his father’s shoulder as he played with the collar of charles’ shirt. "they love each other so much…"

"don't stress about it, i'm sure theo will forget it after a while," arthur smiled at you, trying to ease your worry as he tapped the back of your hand comfortingly. you nodded, watching as charles kept going with the interview, pierre playing with theo behind him.

"uncle p! why are you here?" theo asked, he was too excited about being with charles that he forgot why he was there.

"i'm here to beat your dad!" pierre laughed as he crouched in front of theo, who gasped, covering his mouth with his hand.

"no! daddy wins the race!" theo declared, laughing as he crossed his little arms over his chest, nodding in affirmation.

as the rest of the drivers heard theo’s voice, it took them a few seconds to realize that theo was talking about charles. his last name on the back of theo’s shirt was a dead give away. pierre noticed the curious eyes looking over at theo, so he grabbed the boy in his arms.

“looks like someone’s stealing the spotlight,” the reporter told charles as they finished the interview, pointing to theo, who was currently winning a thumb war against daniel ricciardo. the tall aussie had a serious look on his face, trying to pull his thumb away from under theo’s grip. pierre, who was still holding him, was smiling in amusement as he cheered theo on.

“time!” pierre said as theo finally let go of daniel, who was staring at him in a mix of shock and disbelief.

“how did you do that?” daniel asked, softly ruffling theo’s hair.

“talent!” theo declared, bringing out a huge roar of laughter out of daniel, who nodded.

“definitely your kid,” he told charles, patting the monegasque on his shoulder. “we should set up a playdate, i think he’s about noah’s age,” daniel said before walking away.

“are you making new friends, theo?” charles asked.

“yeah, daddy! i have new friends!” theo smiled, reaching his arms for him. charles took him from pierre’s hold.

you watched this whole interaction through the screen, with a smile on your face as you saw charles placing kisses on theo’s temple. you felt the baby moving inside you, and you placed a hand on your stomach, feeling her little kicks right on top of where your hand was. the movements calmed you down.

as you’d watched theo and charles together on the screens, you couldn’t help but think about theo’s biological father. you didn’t know where he was, what he did or if he still lived in the same city. but he was your past, you couldn’t waste any energy on him. he’d abandoned you and theo, so why even think about him if he’d been out of your lives for so long?

the first letter arrived in september.

two weeks after you’d gotten back from your honeymoon, which had turned into a family vacation as you simply couldn’t stay away from your babies. charles’ mom had offered to take care of theo and ava as you enjoyed your first weeks as newlyweds, but you just couldn’t stay away from them.

it was something straight out of a movie, the four of you walking the waterline, two-month-old ava watching everything around her with wide eyes, theo running ahead of you as you and charles held hands, watching the sun slowly disappear in the horizon.

the days you spent in the heaven on earth that were the maldives were absolute bliss, a so-needed break from everything, time to just rest and focus on your marriage and family. you felt untouchable, as if nothing could reach you, as if you’d finally gotten the happy ending you’d been longing for all your life.

as you got back to your home in monaco, you were taking your time readjusting to the old routines, enjoying the time you had together before theo had to start school and charles had to start the second half of the season. your first week alone, just you and ava whilst theo was at school, you received a call from your lawyer.

“we’ve just received an e-mail from bryan matthews,” the lawyer sighed, you froze. “he’s threatening to sue you for ‘hiding the existence of his child from him’. i know this is a lie, don’t worry, we are trying to contact him and know what he wants.” her voice was calm, trying to not freak you out.

you slept with theo and ava that night.

weeks later, you received a letter in the mail.

‘theo is mine.’ was all it said, the text was printed in bold, black letters, so you couldn’t recognize the handwriting or anything. unfortunately, charles was away for a triple header, and you didn’t want to worry him. so, you placed the paper in a folder, locked it inside the safe alongside all your important papers, hanging the family portrait back in place, hiding the safe. you called your lawyer, explaining the letter you’d received, she told you to keep it, just in case.

ava, theo and you shared a room that night, and you locked the door to your bedroom as well as all the windows.

the second letter arrived two weeks after the first one. charles was home, so he opened the envelope and read the printed text.

‘you know what i want.’ he read the words, frowning. you were walking by when you saw him standing there, staring at the white piece of paper.

“charles… there’s something i need to tell you,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the office, where you brought down the portrait, opened the safe and pulled out the folder. “about a month ago, i got a call from sylvie, she said that theo’s dad had contacted them, saying he had intentions of suing, because i apparently kept theo’s existence a secret,” you shook your head, feeling your eyes fill with angry tears. “she said they’d handle it, get in contact with him to know what he wanted. then, this came in the mail,” you showed him the first letter. “it’s him. i know it’s him. i just…” you covered your face with your hands, letting out the frustration you’d been bottling up for the past few weeks. you felt charles’ arms around you, snaking over your waist, pulling you close to him as you threw yours around his neck, hiding your face in his chest as you cried it all out.

almost four months went by without another letter, another call from your lawyer, a new e-mail. nothing.

on the 23rd of december, you and charles were preparing the last few details for theo’s birthday surprise, throwing confetti on the ground, blowing balloons of all sizes.

“do you think he’ll like his present?” charles asked, letting out a deep breath as he finished tying up a balloon.

“he’ll love it. you know how much he loves you, this is exactly what he needs.” you approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your cheek on his chest.

“i’m really nervous… what if he says no?” he sighed, making you lift your head, and furrow your eyebrows.

“what are you talking about? charles… theo loves you maybe even more than he loves anything else in the world, this will mean so much to him. i thank the stars every day for you. you don’t know how much it means to me that you love me, that you love theo,”

“i was done the second i saw him,” he admitted, gently holding your face with one hand. “i love our kids so much. our family,” he shook his head, “i still can’t believe how i got this lucky,”

“oh, charles, baby,” you smiled, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his soft lips. “we’re all so lucky to have each other. i wouldn’t have it any other way,”

“i promise you, nothing will ever come between us,”

the new racing season began, and it’s been one year since the world found out about charles leclerc being a family man. the monaco grand prix was a special one for everyone. not only was charles lucky enough to have his whole family there with him, but it was also little ava’s first time seeing what her daddy did for a living.

people were mental. not only was their hometown hero starting from pole position and had high chances of winning the race, they’d fallen in love with theo the year before, and now that ava was with them as well, it was almost as if you were a second royal family.

it was a nerve-wracking thing, your heart was down to your stomach, keeping your kids close to you, holding them in one arm each. even if charles didn’t win the race, you knew that theo would celebrate as if he had. he was so close, though, with three laps to go, you were more than ecstatic with the thought that he might finally achieve a podium in his home. but then, the only car in front collided against a wall, you breathed in sharply, catching the attention of both kids in your arms.

“what?” theo asked, looking at the screens, “where’s daddy?”

“i think he’ll pass him,” you said slowly, not wanting to jinx it.

even though the race had been yellow-flagged, the cars were still going. you took a deep breath as your eyes drifted to the screen at your side, seeing charles approach the crash site and smoothly rush past it. the air left your lungs, a smile slowly crept on your lips, you closed your eyes as you breathed in relief. even with the yellow flags, no one could catch up to him.

this race was his to win.

charles was focused, he knew all eyes were on him, he knew that his whole country had all of their hopes and expectations on him. that was enough to break even the best of the sport, but not him. he would’ve been more than happy to just get a podium at his home, but seeing the race leader against the wall, letting him pass by in a breeze, brought out many emotions that he’d buried deep down to keep his cool during the race.

he could hear the roar of the crowd as the final lap started. the cars behind him were too far away to really fight the win, all he had to do was keep the car under his control, don’t get distracted, and cross the finish line.

winning his home grand prix was a feeling like no other. charles had felt many joys in his lifetime. his wedding, meeting you for the first time, meeting his son and daughter. having his son accept him as his dad completely, legally and in his heart. if he allowed himself to be a little selfish, this win was definitely up there.

pictures of your family were plastered all over the news after that day, on printed magazines and online, there wasn’t a single news outlet that didn’t have charles holding both of his kids in his arms, all three of them on the podium, with theo holding the trophy in his hands. you’d arrived just in time to grab your kids from charles’ hold right before the champagne celebration.

it was a week after the grand prix, the buzz of charles’ win was still palpable in your home, you couldn’t be more proud of charles, couldn’t believe he was yours.

it was a quiet morning, you were feeding ava in the kitchen as soft piano notes invaded the apartment. charles was teaching theo how to play the piano, you were surprised that theo had picked it up quite easily. a knock on the door made you look up from ava, who was sitting on the counter in her chair. you grabbed her and walked to the door.

“arthur!” you smiled, you weren’t expecting him there. “come on in,” you moved to the side, your child extending her arms so she could hug her godfather.

“hi, miss ava,” he cooed, kissing her cheek, your daughter giggled.

“uncle king!” the little piano man ran to his favorite uncle (don’t tell pierre) and hugged his legs.

you were catching up with arthur when you felt a pair of arms hugging you from behind, you leaned back against charles, watching as both of your kids were demanding arthur’s attention.

“uncle king, stay here. i want to show you something!” theo said as he ran to his room. you watched him leave, smiling.

“i guess the piano didn’t take much of his energy after all,” you chuckled. charles opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by another knock on the door.

“is lorenzo coming, too?” you asked as you opened the door.

it wasn’t lorenzo. it was someone you never thought you’d see again. a coward who ran away when he found out he had a child on the way.

“long time no see,” his voice made you shiver. you felt a hand on your back.

“who are you?” charles asked, stepping forward.

“uncle king, look what my dad bought me!” you held your breath as you heard theo coming back. he couldn’t see him.

“that’s my-”

“arthur,” you interrupted him, you turned your head around. arthur stood there, with ava in his arms and theo by his feet. with just one look at you, he knew something was wrong. he nodded, then grabbed theo’s hand and walked away. you let out a deep breath of relief now that they were gone. you didn’t want the man in front of you to see your children.

“what do you want?” charles asked, keeping one hand around you.

“i just want my kid,” he said, it made your blood boil.

“he’s not your kid,” you said, surprising yourself. the words slipped out with no sign of all the emotions you felt inside. “you lost that privilege the moment you walked out on me.”

“come on, baby,” he took a step forward, but stopped when charles put a hand on his chest. “oh, you’ve got a bodyguard now?” he asked, a cinic smile on his face. “you really want your kid to grow up without a father? what about when he grows up… finds out that i, his real father, came back looking for him, and you denied him that?”

“he has a father.” you said, “he doesn’t even know you exist, he doesn’t need you. charles is his father, in every sense of the word.”

“his birth certificate doesn’t say so,” he pulled out a folded piece of paper out of his jacket pocket, it was a copy of theo’s birth certificate.

“where did you get this?” charles asked, snatching the paper from him.

“you really didn’t think it through when you got involved with this one, did you?” he said. “you just wanted the money, forgot about the ugly side of fame, didn’t you?”

“shut up. we all know that you’re not really interested in being part of his life,” you didn’t want to say theo’s name in front of him. you knew he knew what his name was, but you felt that, if you said it, it would make everything feel real. “what do you really want?”

“no,” charles said, “he has no right to come here and start demanding things.”

“oh, but you wouldn’t want me to go to news outlets and tell everyone my side of the story, would you? how you left without a word in the middle of the night and didn’t even tell me about the existence of my kid, how i looked for you everywhere and was heartbroken to see my little boy in another man’s arms,”

“that’s bullshit!” you said. “you were the one who walked away from me, from us. you’re the coward who abandoned me and left me to fight all alone so i could give my son a good future.”

“it’ll be your word against mine, then…” he raised an eyebrow and charles wanted nothing more than to slap the smug grin out of his face. “unless,” he started, “you made a good pick. the french prince here could be the answer to all your problems.” he smiled, “i want three million in my bank account by tomorrow.”

“oh, you pathetic piece of shit! money? all of this because you want money? you’re unbelievable.” you said.

“give me the three million and i’ll keep my mouth shut, if not… i think tmz will pay a lot for this juicy exclusive,”

“what exactly…” charles said, “what exactly is your plan?” he asked, “you’re just going to go there and show them this obviously fake document… and then what?”

“if i can’t have him… then i might as well ruin your career and reputation. because how could you take away my legal rights as a father away from me?”

“see, that’s the thing. you have none of that. you might have been the sperm donor, but you’re not his father. not by merit, not legally either.”

you let out a deep breath, knowing where charles was going with that.

december 23rd, the previous year.theo opened his eyes, seeing the sun coming in through the curtains of his room. he was happy the day was sunny, he had seen so many cloudy days one after the other that month. he liked december, he liked all the holidays that came with it, and he liked the snow. he liked that christmas was going to be the next day.

but, if christmas was the next day, that meant that day was his birthday. finally!

he removed the covers off him and ran out of his room. he carefully opened the door to ava’s room. he rushed to her crib, seeing his little sister sleeping peacefully. he extended his arm and touched her arm. he liked having a sister. he wanted two or three more.

as he walked out of his sister’s room, he smiled as he went to his parents’. he was ready to jump into bed with them, he wanted to say good morning. and he wanted cuddles. but the smile fell off his face once he saw the empty room. theo frowned. he closed the door and was about to call out for you, but remembered that ava was still sleeping. he kept walking until he reached the living room.

a gasp left his lips as he saw balloons, confetti on the floor, and other decorations hung up on the walls. theo had decided that he wanted his birthday to be cars themed. not just cars in general, but the movie cars. he liked to think that his dad was like lightning mcqueen, he -theo- was mater, of course.

“look who’s up!” he heard, and saw you walking to him with a smile on your face. “happy birthday, my big boy!” you kneeled in front of him and extended your arms. he ran to you, and you wrapped him in your arms. “i can’t believe it’s your birthday again, i’m going to need time to slow down,” you smiled as you looked at him, pushing his (y/h/c) hair out of his face.”

“no, mommy! i want to be big! like daddy!” he said, making you smile as you cupped his cheek with your hand.

“what did i do?” charles said as he walked in.

“daddy!” theo left your arms to run to charles. he picked him up with ease.

“happy birthday, theo,” charles whispered in his ear as he hugged him tightly against himself.

after a fun day celebrating theo, you returned home, you went to ava’s room to change her, she was already asleep, exhausted after missing her afternoon nap. when you returned, theo had already changed into his pjs as well, and was sitting at the kitchen counter.

“mommy! daddy says you have one more surprise for me,” he was tapping the counter with his hands, unable to contain his excitement.

“oh, that’s right baby. this surprise is a little different than the rest of the other surprises, it’s not a toy or something you can play with, it’s something very important,” you explained, theo nodded. “come on,” you held out your hand, theo got down from his chair and walked to you.

“daddy!” he said, extending his own hand for charles to grab. charles smiled, you could tell that he was nervous. you reached the study, and you grabbed a folder with a bunch of papers in it.

“do you remember when you said you didn’t want to lose me?” charles asked, theo nodded after a few seconds, “that’s never going to happen theo. i know that you know that i didn’t help make you, but i love you as if you were my own, because you are. you are my son, and i love you with all my heart.”

charles was kneeling next to theo, with a protective hand on the little boy’s arms.

“these papers… they just make it all official. if i sign these papers, you will be my son, even though to me you already are, and have been since the moment i saw you.”

“and you’ll never go away?” theo asked.

“never. you and your mom and your sister are everything i could ever ask for, these papers will just make adult things a lot easier.”

“okay.” theo said, hugging his father. “i love you, daddy,”

“i love you too, my little boy,”

“theo has a father. that’s me. the adoption process took years, but last year, at last, he became my son. you have no right to come into my house and start threatening us with lies that no one will believe. now, you have three seconds to leave before i call security.”

“this isn’t over,” he said. you scoffed.

“it never even started, in the first place.”

he was opening his mouth to say something, but you shut the door in his face, locking it before he could even touch the knob. charles immediately took out his phone and called the security guards of the building. you watched through the peephole as he struggled against the tight hold the guards had on his arms. you let out a deep breath of relief once you realized you were safe.

charles wrapped his arms around you, and you hid your face against his chest, letting out the tears that you had been holding back.

“it’s okay. we’re okay. he won’t bother us again, i promise.” he whispered into your ear, and you nodded, trying to recompose yourself.

“i love you so much,” was all that you could say.

after taking a few minutes to figure out what your next step was, you went to look for your kids. you found arthur on the ground, with theo on top of him as he stabbed him with a toy sword. ava was watching everything from the side.

“i’m king arthur now!” theo said, you couldn’t help but shake your head. he was still a little hurt that his uncle was named like the main character in his favorite bedtime story. “daddy! mommy, you’re back!” theo said as he saw you both standing there. you kneeled and wrapped your arms around him as he ran to you. “we’re playing with uncle king. can you play with me and bava?”

bava. baby ava. bava.

“of course, my love.”

“bava, shut up!” theo whispered, ten-year-old ava rolled her eyes at his brother.

“you try keeping marc quiet, then,” she handed their two-year-old brother to theo.

“bava, shut up!” they both heard a quiet, but squeaky voice say from behind them.

“not you too, rose,” ava muttered under her breath, pinching the bridge of her nose as she heard five-year-old rose talk, and it was only a matter of time before…

“bava, shut up!” there it was. lily. rose and lily, lily and rose. twins.

“great work, genius,” ava slapped the back of theo’s head, which made the twins giggle.

“bava-” marc started, he didn’t want to feel left out, but ava placed her hand on the little boy’s mouth, shushing him.

“everyone shut up, you’re going to ruin the surprise.” she ordered, and all her siblings listened to her for once. it sometimes felt as if she were the oldest one, and not theo.

“everyone ready?” theo asked, still holding marc in his arms. the twins nodded as they each held one end of the sign they’d made. “okay, one, two…” theo opened the door to his parents’ bedroom, silently praying that they were decent.

“good morning, sun. good morning, sky. good morning, mom. good morning, dad. good morning, theo, ava, lily, rose, and marc.”

they all chanted as they entered, waking up their parents. their mom rested her weight on her elbows, as she looked up at all her children standing at the end of her bed.

“guys,” you smiled, feeling tears gathering in your eyes as you read the sign they’d made.

purple letters covered in glitter, their handprints with paint, you wondered how they’d managed to do this without you finding out.

“happy birthday, mom!” they all jumped in bed with you and charles, even theo. you were showered in kisses and cuddles and words whispered in your ear.

“thank you, guys… you make me feel like the luckiest mom in the world,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around little marc a little tighter.

in truth, you really were so incredibly lucky. you had five perfect, healthy and happy kids, a great husband who was always there for you, who loved you and cherished you with his entire being. you couldn’t ask for anything else. you had everything you could ever ask for or dream of. life couldn’t get any better.

later that day, as the moon made its way up, illuminating everything in a soft white beam, you felt charles’ lips against your neck.

“did you enjoy your birthday, mon coeur?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer to that.

“of course. i still can’t believe the kids made that without me figuring it out. i’m always good at sniffing when they’re up to something,” you said, smiling softly. despite all the years you’d been together, you still couldn’t get enough of charles, everytime you looked at him felt like the first time, that one time you’d agreed to go on a blind date set up by your best friend. “maybe my mom instincts are going away, or something,” you said, placing your chin on charles’ chest, looking up at him.

“hmm,” he hummed, “maybe we should do something to stop that from happening,” he said, kissing your cheek.

“like what?”

“let’s have another one?”

“another kid?” you said, chuckling incredulously, “are you serious?”

“i mean…” he started, running the pads of his fingers up and down your back, “our youngest is not a baby anymore,” he continued.

“you want the good morning and good night list to keep getting longer, don’t you?” you laughed. “you really want to have another kid?” you asked, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it.

“if you want to, of course. i’m perfectly happy with how our family is right now, but…”

“it’s not complete yet,” you said, charles’ eyes widened a little. you bit your lip, shifting so you were now on top of him, straddling his hips with one leg on either side of him. “let’s do it,” you smiled.

nine months later, as little ava leclerc carried her new baby sister, she started counting back nine months. she was incredibly smart for her age, she was the brightest student in her class, by her own merit, you and charles gave all of your kids the freedom to excel in what was natural for them, you didn’t pressure them into getting good grades because you knew it didn’t matter. ava, though, she liked being the smartest. she knew how babies were made, and as she counted the months and reached (y/b/m), she frowned. what had happened in (y/b/m)?

then it hit her.

“happy birthday mom,” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes.

@spideyanakin @ireallydontknowdudee @mysticalnightenthusiast

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diorleclerc · 2 years

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𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

dad!charles content!

charles had been excited to become a dad the minute you found out you were pregnant

the minute you found out you were having a boy, he couldn’t stop talking about how your son was going to be a mini him

when your son was born, he was an exact copy of charles

and as he grew older, that didn’t change

if anything, he became even more like charles

he always wanted to be exactly like his dad and to do everything with him

he became obsessed with karting after charles took him for the first time and it became their little tradition

whenever charles wasn’t racing and was home, he’d take your son out for a little boys day

one weekend, you and your son decided to surprise him

when charles woke up, you were both already up and ready for the day

he came downstairs to see his son wearing a mini version of one of his suits, which looked identical to his

you were fixing the cap on his head when he looked over your shoulder and saw his dad

“daddy look! i have the same suit as you!” he exclaims as charles bends down to his level

“i think it looks better on you than on me,” charles jokes before looking over at you

“why do i get the feeling that you have something to do with this?” he asks you

“it was all his idea. he wanted to surprise you,” you explain

you all have breakfast together and after you’re done eating, they head out to do their own thing

but when they get home later, that’s when you spend some family time together

and of course, you put on your son’s favorite movie, cars

you’re all cuddled together on the couch, your son sitting between the two of you

he ends up being the first one to fall asleep, laying on both of your laps

towards the end of the movie, you start to drift off but charles’ voice wakes you right back up

“baby?”

“hm?” you hum so he knows you’re still awake

“i want another one,” he says and your eyes open and you sit up, careful not to wake your son up

“another baby?” you ask and he nods

“i already have a mini me… i think we should try for a mini you now.”

#cl #diorleclerc drabbles #kenna’s birthday <3 #dad!charles

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thisismeracing · 10 months

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Nobody talks about Charles as a dad enough. Driving extremely cautiously home from the hospital. Reading baby name and parenting books. And Charles is no doubt a girl dad in my mind. So are Mick and Lewis actually. I picture Charles having a whole ass tea party with his daughter. I think Lewis would be super into nail painting and spa time (like he would buy the colour changing and glow in the dark polish). And Mick would get his daughter into horses like his mom and sister <33333

OMG YES!!!!

Girl Dad Charles sounds accurate to me. You know those dads who get into the crib to lull the baby to sleep and then end up falling asleep there? That’s totally Charles. He would make sure to pick her up from daycare/school whenever possible and he would just shower her with so much love, she would never doubt just how much light she brought to his life.

NAIL PAINTING, STYLING, AND SHOPPING screams girl Dad Lewis!!!! She would absolutely love to have him around and those times would be really meaningful for them (aka quality time). I think Lewis would be the kind of dad that does not lose one game/recital/school meeting and his kid loves him even more for that.

Dad!mick + farm owner mick have me sobbing into my hands. He would totally teach her to take care of all the animals, ride horses and swim too. It would be their bonding time and she would be up and ready early in the morning to go around the farmhouse with her dad.

Send me thots

#dad!charles #dad!lewis #dad!mick #thots #ms47 #lh44 #cl16 #millies inbox #anon #f1 x reader

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lovecanyon · 3 months

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#charles leclerc #carlos sainz #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc instagram au #carlos sainz instagram au #charles leclerc x y/n #carlos sainz x y/n #dad!carlos #dad!charles

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a-distantdreamer · 1 year

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I can’t stop writing dad!Charles with newborn twins 😩🥹 my heart…

(Thanks to @leclerc-stan for putting up with my random drabbles that rarely amount to anything🤍)

#charles leclerc #my writing #dad! charles leclerc #dad!charles #dad!charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year

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It’s Too Early

Pairing: Charles x Pregnant!Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Tough pregnancy, premature birth, PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome), IVF mentioned, angst, fluff at the end

Synopsis: Being pregnant hasn’t been easy, especially when Charles is away for the season and can’t be with you 24/7 like he wants to be. So what happens when he finds out you went into labor from a reporter? Chaos, utter chaos

A/N: Wrote this morning and I picked PCOS because that's something I suffer with all the time, and felt the need to write a fic about now, everyone's experience with PCOS and the topics discussed in this are different, I did research and put my own hardships and feelings in this, I hope everyone reads with an open mind and enjoys this but also Dad!Charles who could give up Dad!Charles

Charles would kill for you; he really would. And right now, he wanted nothing more than to kill the FIA, who would refuse to let him sit out this season to be with you, his pregnant wife.

Finding out you were pregnant was the happiest day of his life, but soon it turned...not a nightmare, but a living hell. You were classified as a high-risk pregnancy due to polycystic ovarian syndrome, something you let Charles know when you first started dating.

He was there through the painful periods, the cramps that left you defenseless and laying in bed all day, to the doctor visits and the mood swings. Through it all, he was still with you and loved you more and more each day.

When you both married and settled down a bit more, the conversation of becoming pregnant came up. Charles knew the risks and had done research before bringing it up with you; he even explored other ways of having children. But you told him you wanted to try naturally and go from there before discussing different ways and seeing what happens.

After 3 years of trying and doing everything, even trying IVF, that damn stick showed that fucking plus sign. You sat in the bathroom for hours just staring at the positive test, and that's precisely how Charles found you when he came home. On the bathroom floor, staring at the test.

He can still feel the tile on his skin as he hugs and kisses you, calming your fears away from the worst thoughts in your head.

It hasn't been an easy pregnancy, from cramps to horrible morning sickness, to the doctors worried you might give birth way too early, even being put on bedrest for the rest of the pregnancy due to worries of preeclampsia. Charles fought hard with the FIA, saying he needed to be with you, but they refused to listen and told him he needed to race. You talked him off the ledge as he called to quit and stay home.

"Charles stop; this is ridiculous. You love racing; you aren't quitting because of me." You groaned, going in circles with your mess of a husband.

"No! What's ridiculous is that the FIA won't even see why my wife has a high-risk pregnancy and that I'm needed home, not driving in goddamn circles!" He snaps, slamming his phone down and pulling his hair.

"Char, breath." You whisper from the bed, in agony, simply because you can't get up and comfort your husband.

Charles, almost sensing your dilemma moves from the end of the bed to laying down next to you, placing his head on your chest, careful of your swollen breasts, knowing how much they've been hurting lately. No words are said as fingers run through his hair to calm him down and stop him from making a huge mistake.

"Charles, I'll have your mother here with me. Me and the baby are going to be okay. Listen, if anything changes, I will call you immediately. You can't miss this; you have a real chance this year and must show the world that Charles Leclerc will be a World Champion." Your words convince him as he lets off that familiar defeated sigh of his, making your smile grow at this.

"Immediately. Do you understand? I don't care if it's stupid like your back itches you call me." He bargains, making you laugh and nod in agreement.

Pascale has been staying with you for only a month, and you finally reached the safe zone, where if you did go into labor, it wouldn't be so dangerous for you or the baby. It was race day, and Charles was in Silverstone, needing to finish P2 or higher to challenge Max for the title.

It was a typical day as Pascale fixed you a light snack as you weren't feeling well, your lower back was hurting, and it felt like your pelvis had its own heartbeat. You didn't think much of it as it was a hot day in Monte Carlo, and you had read in books that it was customary to feel this, so you didn't say anything to Pascale to not worry her. The race was halfway through when the first real cramp startled you to the point you dropped your cup; thankfully, it was rubber, so it didn't break.

"Y/n? Honey, what's wrong?" Pascale was right there in an instant picking up the cup, looking over you.

"Just...a cramp, it's nothing." You mummer rubbing your stomach but flinch from how much it hurts to touch it.

"Y/n, when did this start?" Pascale asks calmly, knowing it was wise to keep you calm and not start to freak out because you might be in early labor.

"Last night, but it's picked up this morning. It's nothing, Pascale, honestly, just the baby moving." You try to reason, not wanting to jump straight to labor.

"Y/n, I'm calling for an ambulance, okay? I think you might be in early labor, and with you being on bed rest, they need to help me, alright." She mummers pushing your hair back, trying everything to keep you calm.

"Okay, okay." You repeat as the cramp passes, and you hear her on the phone telling them everything as you force yourself to pay attention to the race and not to the growing pit in your stomach that you might be in labor.

They get here fast as you breathe through another cramp. Tears start to flutter down your cheeks, the realization of you possibly in labor while Charles isn't here, but in the UK. They ask you question after question and share a look, a look that sets you off.

"No! No! I'm not in labor, okay? I'm just having some cramps, which is normal; I have PCOS; okay, nope, I'm not." You argue as the medics alert the hospital to your condition.

"Mrs. Leclerc, I understand that you are only 29 weeks and you're scared, but right now, you are in early labor, and we need to get you to the hospital as soon as we can, okay?" The friendly medic tries to reason with you, but you refuse to see reason.

"I'm sorry, but no. Charles isn't here; he should be here; I can't do this alone. I'm sorry, but I'm not going anywhere." You argue as Pascale packs your bags and looks over at you.

"Y/n, I know you are scared, but Charles isn't here right now, but he will be okay. I'll call him when the race is over and let him know immediately what's going on. But, please, if you wait, it'll be worse for you and the baby." She can reason with you, finally getting you to the hospital as you try hard to stay calm and not make things worse.

But of course, Pascale could never make the phone call as everyone was too busy keeping you calm.

Charles was on top of the world. He had won Silverstone and was only 4 points behind Max now. Sticky with champagne, he checks his phone, looking for the standard text from you, but not seeing a text from you, he hits dial, calling you. But, you don't pick up, making him call you again, yet again, you don't pick up.

He reasons you must be asleep, knowing you had been super tired lately, and his mother said everything was fine. You're eating normally and just sleeping or reading. He moves and takes a picture of the trophy, telling you he won it for you and the baby and he couldn't wait to get back home to you both. Sadly, he's pulled away from his phone to go do media even though he wants to head to the airport and go home, but he needs to do this first.

Only 4 more hours before heading to the plane, then another 5 to 6 hours before he's back home to you.

He makes it through all 5 interviews before coming to the last one, Pierre on his right and Carlos on his left as they all give their final interviews.

"Charles, amazing race. I have to say that it was fabulous to see you win this and to have your teammate and your childhood best friend up there. It must've been something." The reporter gushes, making Charles smile at how genuine the reporter is.

"Yes, um, having Carlos and Pierre be there next to me was something. I mean, the Red Bulls put up one hell of a fight, but we know not to get too comfortable and that we really need to start pushing it more and more each day so we can close the gap and pull in front of them." Charles smiles.

"Yes, this must be a wonderful day with you; with what winning Silverstone and your wife going into labor, you must be just on top of the world." Charles freezes, hearing the words come out of the reporter's mouth and let's put a nervous laugh.

"I'm sorry? My wife isn't in labor," he argues, starting to fidget and lick his lips.

''Really? Reports are that she went into labor at the start of lap 23 and has been at the hospital, your mother." Having cut the camera, realizing that Charles honestly had no idea.

"Nope, she's not, okay, she's not in labor. She would've called." he snaps, hands fumbling for his phone, trying to call you again. This time, it goes to voicemail, sending his heart plummeting to his feet.

"Alright, that's enough for today." Pierre voices and grabs Charles leading him away from prying eyes as he keeps calling you repeatedly.

"Charles. Charles, stop!" Pierre yells, snatching the phone away as his friend cries. Fear takes over Charles as he starts to imagine the worst. What if something was seriously wrong, and you went into early labor. You're only 29 weeks. That's 6 months. Yes, the baby would be okay, but would you?

"Come on, let's go to the hotel. Get your stuff, and you and I will fly out and call your mom. Okay, let's go." Pierre reasons, dragging his friend away and to the cars trying to calm down Charles.

'Pierre calls Pascale and puts her on the speaker; thankfully, the woman picks up after 3 rings.

"Why the fuck didn't you call me the moment she went into labor? I wouldn't give a damn if I was still in the car. Why didn't you call!" Charles rips out before Pascale can say anything, and Pierre groans, knowing that if the situation was different, the Ferrari driver's mother would bury his ass in the ground.

"Because Charles, I've been trying to keep her calm. She's freaking out because you're not here, and honestly, honey, I forgot, as I was trying to make sure your wife's blood pressure doesn't get worse; now, get here as fast as you can because she's almost fully dilated and she needs you Charles, and she needs you to be calm and strong for her because right now she's not." Pascale hangs up, leaving the car in a stiff eerie silence.

"Get me to the airport as fast as you can," Charles whispers, making Pierre nod to ensure he'd get there.

"I can't do this, Pascale; nope, I'm sorry, but I can't. It hurts too much, please, make it stop." you cry as your mother-in-law soothes you. She tells you Charles is on the way. But that did nothing to comfort you. It only made you more anxious about the fact that this would happen.

"Y/n, I know you're scared but Charles will be here soon, okay? But you can't stop pushing, okay? All these nurses and doctors are here to help you, ow let them." She urges as you scream out from another contraction.

"I want Charles." You sob, collapsing against the bed from exhaustion. This was too much for you, the pain, Charles, and everyone in the room; you can't do this.

"Baby!" A familiar voice cries out as the door swings open, and Charles runs in. His hair is messy, and he looks so bewildered you could kiss him, but all you can do is scream.

"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Making Pascale and everyone else jump, Charles just smiles and pushes everyone out of the way to get to your side.

"I'm sorry, I was on a plane, and my phone wasn't working." And lies, not wanting to tell the truth of no one telling him but a reporter that you were in labor.

"You're lucky I'm giving birth right now or so; help me go-" Your words get cut off by another contraction, making you grab Charles's hand and squeeze it so hard he'd thought it'd break.

"Okay, Mrs. Leclerc, we need you to push." the doctor instructs while Pascale slips outside, startled to see half the grid in the hallway.

"Come on, let's give them some privacy." Pascale smiles, wrapping an arm around Pierre as she leads the boys down the hallway.

"I love you," Charles whispers, kissing your forehead, not caring for a minute you are drenched in sweat.

"I love you too, but we're adopting or surrogacy next time." You cry as you get one more contraction, everyone yelling at you to push, and soon your cries are mixed in with smaller ones.

"He's here. He's here." Charles repeats, kissing you all over and making sure you are okay. He wanted to check on his baby, but first, he needed to ensure you were alright.

"It's a boy? We had a little boy." You whimper, leaning into Charles's chest as you cry in relief that everything went as smoothly as possible.

"He's perfect, Y/n, all ten toes and fingers, and god, I love you so much." Charles mummers finally kissing you while the nurse cleans up your son.

"Here you go." the nurse smiles, handing you your son, who cries his little lungs out but soon stops when he's placed on your chest.

"He'll need to go to NICU for just a night so we can go over everything and make sure there are no complications, but after that, he can come down here and stay with you, Momma." the nurse smiles, going back to help make sure your vitals and everything else was good.

'Charles, and you can't help but stare at your little boy while you start to feel that ache and tiredness settle in, but Charles holds you both, his entire world in his arms.

"We need a name," Charles whispers, making you hum in agreement.

"I've got the perfect one. Also, tell Pierre I say thank you for getting you here."

Charles blinks down at you, confused, but you just giggle.

"I can smell his cologne." Making Charles laugh right along with you.

You fell asleep after picking the name, and the nurses follow Charles to the waiting room where everyone is, Pascale the first to see her son.

"Everyone," Charles starts making the others turn their heads, Isa and Carmen gushing at the tiny little baby in Charles's arms.

"Meet Pierre Hervé Jules Leclerc." Charles announces, making everyone laugh as Pierre stands there stunned, looking at his best friend holding his son.

"Really?" Pierre asks, making Charles nod. "Of course, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten here in one piece. Also, Y/n says thank you." Charles smiles but adds, "she could smell your cologne on my clothes." Making everyone laugh at this.

"Can I hold him?" Pascale asks, but Charles shakes his head no.

"Sorry, but he won't be held by anyone but us and the staff for right now; he's got to go to the NICU overnight, and frankly, I want Y/n to get a say who holds him first after us, Mother." Charles smiles, but Pascale just beams, seeing Charles transform before her.

"Say goodbye to all your uncles and aunts, Pierre," Charles whispers, laying him in the trolly as the nurse reassures him that he'll be fine and he can come up and visit if he'd like.

Everyone watches as the Ferrari driver just smiles at his boy and leans down, whispering something to the baby before pulling away and watching the nurses take him a floor up.

"What did you say?" Pierre asks his friend.

"We'd always love and protect him, and he's only allowed to root for Ferrari." He laughs, making Pascale slap her son on the arm, everyone joining in on the laughter, a memory no one would forget.

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themadauthorshatter · 2 years

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Holy crap, have I NEGLECTED these two!!!

DAD!CHARLES X TOPPAT!HENRY PART 11!!!!!!!!

In case you haven't caught up here are the previous parts:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Quick catch up time: The Toppat 'Family' has their first breakfast after a nice morning between Charles and Cameron. The latter half of the morning leaves the father and child separated with Henry having quality time with his friend and Cameron being comforted by Sven.

With that out of the way, ONWARD!!!!

We begin with Charles and Henry this time, the two in bed, Henry holding Charles in his arms, and Charles in shock(I wonder why?)

Henry rubs his arm and nuzzles his head and relishes in his good it is to have him back, even letting him in on a secret: he's always wanted a child, and Cameron may be rough around the edges, but they and Charles will come around and won't even think about Earth anymore

Charles isn't exactly as enthusiastic and is barley able to focus as withdrawal's kicked in. The room feels too hot, he has the UNBEARABLE urge to move around, everything is very loud, and he's worried about Cameron.

SPEAKING OF!!!!

Cameron has been allowed out of their room and is now exploring a bit of the orbital station, often meeting closed off areas that are literally shut in by large metal doors.

They eventually find their way to the cafeteria area and take a moment to just gaze outside and see the view of Earth. They desperately want to tell their friends what's going on, but there's no helping them because there are no police officers in space

They're found by Reginald instead, who affirms that out of all of Henry's crazy ideas, this one is his favorite because of how beautiful the view even is, and at the fact that the Clan is safe.

Cameron asks how he can say that, how he can be loyal to someone like Henry, and Reg explains that he has his doubts with Henry, but he(Henry) is a good leader and is willing to risk his life for the clan.

Cameron is only made more upset, so Reginald admits that when he was a boy, he was often left alone because his father had to run the clan. Cameron snaps that they're not a kid, but Reginald continues and says that he was actually close with the second in command, who often took him to get ice cream when he was upset. Cameron eyes him suspiciously, because he's being too nice for a criminal, and instead asks where Charles is and what Henry is going to do with them both.

Reginald admits that Henry is simply reacquainting himself with his old friend and they're just talking, something Cameron does not buy because they're fifteen/sixteen not five/six.

He knows that already, but the offer still stands.

With not too many options, and a desire to find a way out, Cameron agrees and they head for the freezers.

Meanwhile, Henry heard a knock on his door and is told that they need to meet with him about a new artifact they found, and they need a plan for what to do.

He's a little disappointed, but duty calls so he gets up and dressed.

Charles also gets up and asks Henry what he wants and why he's doing this to him and to Cameron.

Henry's even more disappointed at the lack of creativity in questions, but admits that he HAS what he wants and won't be giving it up for anyhting, so nice try.

Once he finishes up, he kisses Charles again and reveals that he's free to wander, but the vents have been bolted shut, there are sites he needs a certain handprint for, and the toppats have been ordered to open fire on Cameron if Charles tries anything, so he'd better not try anything funny.

With that frightening notion, Henry leaves and Charles struggles to hold it together as he is in a rock and a hard place, as there's no re-using his previous escape plan to get Cameron home.

Speaking of Cameron, we find them pocking away at some half-eaten ice cream as Reginald encourages them to finish up; ice cream isn't very good when it's melted.

They somewhat ignore him, but also ask how he does it, how he puts up with Henry's BS as he's literally younger than Reginald and basically usurped him.

Reginald admits that, yes, when Henry first became the leader, he usurped Reginald, but he proved his loyalty and devotion to the clan, so he remained the leader.

It leaves a bad taste in Cameron's mouth as they finish theor ice cream and take their bowl to wash it, even though Reginald offers to take it for them.

They refuse and clean their bowl, more upset that there won't be any plans of convincing the other toppats to start an uprising.

TIMESKIP!!!!!

We find Charles as he wanders the halls, wincing at the sound of the station's engine because withdrawl is in full tilt and he won't be getting any medicine to make it go away.

As he gets more and more overwhelmed, he pushes himself against the wall and covers his ears to try blocking out the sound.

No need to fear because Cameron races to him and gets his attention.

They use the 5-4-3-2-1 technique and Charles hugs Cameron, crying because his kid should not be the one to protect him, to be stuck up in the orbital station.

He doesn't really say this, but Cameron still hugs him back, holding onto him until he's calmed down.

Charles pulls away and thanks Cameron, and also apologizes, but Cameron admits that they somewhat disobeyed him by going off to eat ice cream with a stranger, so there's that.

Charles asks if there's really ice cream on the station, and Cameron cinfirms that there is, and they're trying think of a way to break into the freezer to steal some of it as payback for getting kidnapped.

Happy for the distraction, Charles offers to help by distracting a few of the clan members and propping the door to the freezer open so Cameron isn't locked inside, and will help as long as he has a share of the ice cream.

Cameron agrees and they fist bump to agree and simply sit in the hall, not exactly ready to go back to Cameron's room.

#henry stickmin #the henry stickmin collection #charles calvin #'long post'#toppat henry #dad!charles #one sided stickvin #cameron calvin #oc #sorry this took so long!#i'm back!!!#I'm alive don't worry

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tht-on-girl · 2 years

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Can anyone direct me to any dad! X mom!reader fics with teen kid

#dad!jungkook #dad!tom #dad!charles #dad!steve #dad!james #dad! chris evans

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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Family Secrets

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dad!Charles, dad!Carlos and dad!Pierre all in one!!, mentions of pregnancy, the Leclerc children are a headache and a half, alcohol and the consumption of, a singular mention of drugs, a very old fashioned way of thinking from Charles’ end, a few swear words, one big happy family.

Word Count: 3.9k

Author’s Note: thank you to the anons that sent in these asks, this one is for you guys!! thank you to @timetoracewrites for letting me use sofia in here!!

Daddy & Me + Three Masterlist // based on these asks -- one // two // three // four // five

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You two had been incredibly blessed your entire lives; you had fallen in love at a young age and got married, you had been fortunate enough to be able to travel the world with your husband, Charles, watching him do what he loved and you were still were able to keep up with your writing, number one seller after the other.

The first time you got pregnant, it wasn’t planned. Twins in the first go. Your family of two quickly became a family of 4; the two boys making their appearance after a long yet short nine months.

Gabriel Hervé Leclerc was the older of the boys, born a whopping 12 minutes before his twin, Christopher Jules Leclerc.

They were troublemakers from the day they were born; they had their father’s eyes, his dimples and smile.

The family of 4 remained 4 for another 2 years before you found out you were pregnant again. This time you had a baby girl; Eloise Marie Leclerc.

She too bared great resemblance to her father; the only thing was she has your eyes but his dimples prominent on her little cheeks, her fair skin identical to her father's. As she got older, you quickly learned that she turned tomato red in the sun like her daddy.

Even though she was the youngest of the 3 children, she had her brothers (and her father) wrapped around her little finger from day one.

The kids didn’t stay little forever, you basked in the memories but now they were all grown up. The boys were 19 and your baby girl turned 17 last month.

You and Eloise were at the nail salon, a regular Friday for the Leclerc women. Pascale usually joins you two, the gossip overflowing between you 3 but she wasn’t able to join you guys today.

Charles was taking you to an event tonight, some F1 gala that required his presence for a few hours to give out an award.

You were showing your daughter a colour, asking her which one she liked between but she waved you off, “blue, mom.” She answers, her eyes glued to the phone sitting on her thigh as the woman worked on her left hand.

“Who’s texting you that you’re so busy you can’t even look up?”

Eloise looks over at you, her cheeks red. “Anthony.”

You racked your brain -- Anthony ? Who the hell was Anthony? It was like the light bulb turned on when you looked over at her again, a smile on your own face.

“Anthony as in, Anthony Gasly ?”

Anthony was Pierre’s son; named Anthony in honour of Anthonie.

He was a year older than Eloise and he was his father’s twin. The carbon copy of Pierre down to the facial structure and piercing blue eyes, deviously handsome and a troublemaker in his own right. He reminded you so much of Pierre when he was younger, you can see why Eloise fell for him.

She nodded, looking away sheepishly as the woman filed her nail down. “Are you two.. seeing each other?” You ask, finally settling on the darker shade of the blue.

“I mean.. I guess ? It’s not official or anything, but please don’t tell dad. He’d freak, you know how he is.” She looks over at you, seriousness all over her face.

“You think I'm crazy ? Your secret is safe with me.” You tell her with a smile.

At home, the Leclerc men were tasked with building a bookshelf for you. The shelf was in pieces on the floor, 3 beers sat between the pieces. “We're never going to finish this before mama comes home.” Christopher lays back flat on the floor.

“You’ve got no faith,” Gabriel tells his brother, sipping on his beer. Charles nods in agreement with his son, clinking his bottle against his.

Charles’ bottle was empty, he gets up to go throw it out in the kitchen when the phone on the counter starts to ring. He turns it over to see it’s Sofia, a little red heart next to her name and a photo of Christopher and Sofia in his Ferrari. He answers the call.

“Hi baby!” She beams, expecting Christopher.

“Hi sweetheart,” Charles answers, she gasps. “Uncle Charles! I’m so sorry,” she giggled, making him smile.

Charles has known Sofia since she was a baby. She was born the same year as the boys, Carlos beyond proud of his baby girl. Carlos didn’t care about the titles or the wins, she was his greatest accomplishment and he told anybody who would listen.

“It's okay, Christopher is trying to build a bookshelf and he left his phone in the kitchen.”

“Oh, could I speak to him if he's not too busy ? He can call me back in a bit if that's better.”

“No, no. I’ll take the phone to him, hold on darling.” Charles tells the girl, walking back to the living room to hand the phone to Christopher. “It’s Sof,” he watches his son get up and take the phone, walking out the room.

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Your heels clicked on the stairs, Charles was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you. It reminded you of when he took you to prom.

The two of you were all but 18 years old, of course Charles was already in F2 and wasn't really set up for the prom thing but he was there, waiting at the bottom of the stairs in your parents’ house for you.

“Tu es magnifique, mon amour.” He smiled, his hand out for you. (you are beautiful, my love.)

“Merci,” you kissed his cheek when you stepped down the final step.

The 3 kids were in the kitchen, the two of you walking in hand in hand. A round of cheers and whistles from your sons when they see you.

“Go mama!” Christopher shouts, “Give us a twirl,” Gabriel says, and you do. They grinned at you. “You look nice,” Christopher tells you.

“Thank you baby.”

Eloise was bickering with her father about how, at his grown age, does he not know how to tie a tie. She fixed the tie and straightened it, brushing off his blazer.

“You three, behave. No parties, no drinking and no fires.” Charles warns the kids.

“What about-” Gabriel starts but you cut him off. “No drugs either.” You smile at him, making him laugh. He has a talent for finding a loophole and then telling you didn’t specify it. The kids agree to the terms, bidding you farewell and shutting the door behind you.

The two of you get into the Ferrari, Charles’s prized possession.

No matter how much time passes, the rumble of the engine was one of your favourite sounds in the world. Charles glances over at you, smiling as his hand cups your cheek.

“Always does it hm?”

“Always.” You kiss the palm of his hand.

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The driveway was dark, 2 of 3 of the cars are still parked in the driveway.

You see Eloise’s car which is enough for you because the boys were old enough to be wandering the streets after midnight but you knew even if you were okay with it, Charles was not okay with his baby girl being out so late.

Charles’s hand is in yours when you two step into the house. The entry way was long, so the kids probably hadn’t heard you two come in. You slip your heels off, sighing at the relief. Your husband hangs his blazer on the coat rack as he unbuttons the sleeves and rolls them up.

Your eyes fixed on him, unconsciously biting down on your bottom lip.

“You okay baby?” Charles asks, the smirk playing on his lips tells you he’s got a wicked idea tumbling around that brain of his.

“Hm yeah,” you smile, resting a hand on his chest as you kiss him. The two of you walk down the long hallway to the living room where you come to a halt when Charles spots the two people on the couch.

Your daughter - his baby girl - sat on the lap of some guy, his hands on her ass as they made out.

Now you knew who this mystery guy was but Charles didn’t. Before you could pull him away, Charles starts shouting, startling the two of them. Eloise gets off the guy’s lap, her eyes wide and the guy doesn’t turn but he keeps looking at the young girl, too scared to turn.

You watch the scene unfold, your husband rounding the couch only for his eyes to look like they’re going to fall out of his head.

“Anthony ?! What the fuck is going on here?!” He looks between the two of them.

Charles never swore around the kids, at least he tried his best not too. Frankly, he barely swore as is; he often blamed you for the kids and their filthy language.

Your lips pull together, trying not to laugh at the look on Charles’ face. “Honey, please calm down.” You call to him, rounding the couch to grab his hand and pull him further away from Anthony. “Remember, we were young once too.” You whisper to him.

“That’s different, that's my daughter, amour.” Charles grumbles, looking at you.

“Double standard baby, I’m someone’s daughter too.” You remind him- his mind running back to the time your father walked in on you two in bed, you both got the lecture of your lifetime from your father and his.

“Sorry,” Anthony stands, “I’ll just-” he points to the door and goes to move but Charles glares at him.

“Sit.” and now he's sat.

“Papa, come on,” Eloise pleads to her father, grabbing his arm. “Don’t freak out on him, it was my idea.” She tries to pass the blame off her boyfriend but it wasn't working.

“Hard to believe that, baby girl.” His hand cupped the young girl’s face.

Even in moments of anger, she was still his precious baby girl. Her pretty eyes staring back at him, reminding him so much of you and then he remembers why you’re all standing there.

Charles reaches for his phone, holding it to his ear after dialling someone. “Who’re you calling ?” You ask him.

“Pierre.”

Anthony’s face drops, the poor boy looked like he was going to be sick. You leave them in the living room, getting a glass of water for the boy before returning.

Sat on the couch next to Anthony, you rub his back as he sips the water nervously. You had watched Anthony grow up, he was harmless. It was hard for your motherly intuition not to kick in when he looked so worried. Eloise was pleading to her father all while he was on the phone with Pierre, all 3 of them speaking in French at the moment.

Eloise is still clinging to her father’s arm, he's by the stairs shouting for the two older boys.

You turn to Anthony, “are you alright ?” you whisper to him. He nods, “dad’s going to kill me.”

“Please, your father is harmless. Trust me,” you smile at the boy, settling his nerves just a touch.

You get up when you hear the footsteps on the stairs, expecting Christopher and Gabriel but you were met with Christopher and Sofia. You pry Eloise from Charles’ arm, sending her to go sit with Anthony as you watch the two kids come down from what you can assume was Christopher’s bedroom.

“Hi auntie y/n, Hi uncle Charles!” Sofia stepped past Christopher to hug you and then Charles.

“Hi Sof, I didn’t know you were here.” Charles smiles at the girl and she smiles back at him.

She had her father’s smile and Carlos’s big brown eyes to match hers. She was similar to her father in so many ways; she wore her heart on her sleeve as he did but if you upset her, you'd be the first to know unlike Carlos who kept quiet, you always thought she took that part from her mother. She stood tall, her tan skin glowing under the white lights in the house.

“Are you staying over?” Charles asks her as she returns to Christopher, the boy wrapping his arm around her. It was beyond clear that they were dating and Charles knew.

Oh, you two were going to go up the road for that one.

“Oh no, dad is coming to get me. My grandparents are coming over for lunch tomorrow.”

You watch them, your brows furrowed. Sofia and Christopher had always been close and everyone teased them about how they'd fall in love, it was basically destiny.

You never actually thought it would happen.

“Mom,” Christopher called for you, “Sofia and I are-” “Dating, clearly.” You hum, smiling. “Welcome to the madness, darling.” You smiled at the girl.

“If you two are home, that means Gabriel is out, no?” You ask Christopher who nods.

On cue, as if you summoned him, Gabriel walked down the hallway. “Oh Chris, mate!” Your oldest laughed to himself, calling for his brother as he twirled his car keys on his fingers. “Date was smokin’ hot- hi mom.” The boy stops, smiling sheepishly at you.

“No, go on,” you waited, arms folded. “Tell me about this date.” You ask, eyeing the faint red lipstick on his lips, jaw and neck.

“Lovely girl,” he smiles, “very respectable.”

“Respectable enough to let you fuck her on the first date ?” You ask and Charles’s head whipped around so fast he definitely gave himself whiplash.

“What ?” All three of the Leclerc boys asked at the same time.

“What, what ? The boys can sneak their girlfriends in,” you look at Christopher, “come home covered in lipstick,” you glance at Gabriel, “but Eloise can’t have a boyfriend ?” You look over at your husband.

“Honey, it's not the same.”

“Not the same how? Because she’s your daughter ?”

“Exactly.” Charles nods.

You groan, “that's such a fucking double standard, Charles!” you stormed off to the kitchen, the man following after you.

Gabriel looks away from his parents’ direction to his brother on the step. “Eloise has a boyfriend ?” he asks, shocked.

Christopher nods towards the couch, their little sister resting her head on Anthony’s shoulder. “Huh.” Gabriel says.

“I think they’re cute, if I do say so.” Sofia butts in, making the twin boys chuckle.

Pierre comes walking down the hallway, the 3 older kids sitting on the staircase and he stops to say hello to them. He can hear you and Charles screaming at each other in the kitchen.

“Do I want to know?” And all 3 of them shake their heads. Pierre hums, walking to the living room to see the two younger kids.

Eloise and Anthony both stand when they see him. They both look so worried and he musters up the most stern face he can, trying not to laugh.

“Uncle Pierre,” Eloise starts, she looks like she was about to cry.

She had never been in father’s bad graces nor had she ever been the reason for her parents to fight so she was clearly distraught.

Pierre pulls the girl into a hug, kissing the top of her head. “It’s okay.” He turns to Anthony next, smacking his arm.

“Comment t'es-tu fait prendre ?” he asks his son who shrugs. (how did you get caught?)

“Nous ne les avons pas entendus entrer.” He answers his father, sighing. (we didn't hear them come in.)

Pierre leaves the kids in the living room and joins you two in the kitchen. He knocks on the wall, making his presence known.

“Pierre, fucking finally. Tell him he’s being irrational about this,” you looked between your husband and his best friend.

Pierre stands there quietly, Charles’s eyes fixed on the man. “You knew. Oh my god, you fucking knew.” he blurts, glaring at his friend. “You knew they were dating and you didn’t tell me?” He says.

“How’d you think he got here?” Pierre chuckles, him being the only one. “They’d tell you in their own time, mate.” He says in all seriousness.

There’s another arrival while Charles spirals in the kitchen.

Carlos walks into the house, “do you guys know your front door is unlocked? That’s so unsafe.” He tells Christopher and Gabriel.

“Porque están gritando mija?” He looks at Sofia. (why are they yelling mija ?)

“Eloise tiene novio y el tío Charles no está contento con eso,” She fills him in, Carlos nodding. He, too, makes his way to the kitchen. (Eloise has a boyfriend and uncle Charles is not happy about it.)

“Hola,” he sits beside Pierre at the counter.

The two men watched as you and Charles shouted at each other, the anger clear as the conversation switched between English, French and Italian.

“Eloise is 17 bloody years old! She can have a boyfriend, just be glad she didn’t pick up some loser off the street!”

“I don’t care who she picks, she’s not dating him!”

“She can date whoever she pleases!” You shout back at him. “Frankly, they can all date who they want, they’re grown up now, Charles. You need to learn to fucking let go.” You walk out the kitchen, past the children and up the stairs to your bedroom.

The 3 men were left in the kitchen. Charles runs a hand over his face, propping his elbows on the counter.

“Am I wrong? Like really.” He looks to his two friends for advice.

“Yes,” they both answer, glancing at each other but Carlos speaks first.

“Do you think I was happy when Sofia told me she was dating Christoper ? Ai no,” he chuckles, “all I could think was he's going to break my baby’s heart and then I'd have to kill him; there goes years of friendship with you.” He looks over at Charles who gives him a weak smile.

“I learned to trust her, she’s a good girl and by extension, I trusted Christopher too. Eloise is the same way, mate. You know she’s a good kid.”

“I’m sure you’d rather her date Anthony than some stranger, at least you know him.” Pierre adds, “they’re both good, smart and with us around, they won’t make the wrong choices. They’ll do it if you keep freaking out for no reason.”

Charles sighs, nodding. “Excuse me,” he walks out the kitchen and to the stairs. All three kids point up and he heads up to find you struggling to undo the zipper of your dress.He quietly walks over and undoes it. He watches you step out of the dress and set it on the bed as you change into sweatpants and a tank top. Charles sits on the edge of the bed, sighing as he passes a hand through his hair, undoing his tie.

“You’re right.”

“I know I am.” You quipped before he continued.

“Sometimes I forget she’s not a baby anymore. She’s my little girl, y/n, it’s harder to let go of her than it is with the boys.” He looks over at you.

You sigh, walking over to your husband. “I know, but you have to trust her.”

“Please spare me, those two gave me the same lecture.” He sighs, laying back on the bed. “I just- how do you do it ?”

“They’re grown, Charles. We have to let them live and learn; making mistakes is part of the process, dating is part of it too. As their parents, we have to sit back and stand by to pick up the pieces.” You tell him, passing a hand through his hair.

“I know,” Your husband grumbles.

“Okay so go get your ass up and apologize to them.” You push him, causing him to stand. “To Eloise, sure.”

“And Anthony. You nearly gave the poor boy a heart attack.” The two of you step out of the bedroom, walking down the stairs to find it empty.

Christopher, Sofia and Gabriel have all congregated in the kitchen with Pierre and Carlos. The living room was empty too, Eloise and Anthony in the kitchen as well.

Carlos was cutting some veggies at the counter, the stove on and something sizzling in the pan, chicken by the looks of it. “They were hungry, hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. Gala food is so shit, I’m starving too.” You tell him, chuckling. “What can I help with?” You ask him, moving to grab what he asked for.

Charles calls for Eloise and Anthony, asking them to step outside with him. The kitchen led into the backyard, big glass doors made it easy for you to see outside even with the doors shut. The 3 of them standing outside, all eyes on them; The twins and Sofia sat at the breakfast nook, Pierre at the counter while you and Carlos prepped a whole fest at 1:30 in the morning.

You can see Charles’ lips moving but you can’t tell what he’s saying.

“I’m sorry, both of you.” He starts, “I'm sorry for yelling and freaking out. That wasn't the right approach. I have to let go, or at least that’s what your mama says,” he glances at his daughter. “I’m not totally at terms with this but I’m willing to try. Obviously we’ll need rules and I definitely do not want to see that again.. ever.” He looks over at Anthony, referring to what he walked into.

“Yes sir.” Anthony answers.

“Good,” he nods, stretching his arms out for them to come closer. Eloise wraps her arms around her father, snuggling into his side.

She’s always been a daddy’s girl, and to this day, she’s still got that man wrapped around her finger.

“You too,” he calls Anthony who hugs him too.

Charles lets go of the kids, stepping inside first. Anthony and Eloise are holding hands when they step back inside, visibly more relaxed. Charles makes his way over to you, hugging you from behind as you mixed the sauce into the pasta.

“Did you say sorry ?”

“Yes,” he pulls you a little closer. “Do I get rewarded ?”

“Ew,” Pierre groans, Carlos fake gagging at the two of you.

“Shut up,” Charles called to his friends, making the 4 of you laugh.

There you stood, your husband hugging you as his two friends, Carlos and Pierre, sat at the counter both nursing a beer. You glance over at the breakfast nook, all 5 kids squished in together, chatting and laughing. Gabriel was getting poked by Sofia, the girl squished between the twin boys. Christopher has both of his arms on the ledge behind them, one arm over Sofia and the other over his sister. Anthony was whispering something to Eloise, her cheeks bright red.

Your hand rests on top of Charles as you lean against his chest.

“This is it.” You tell him.

“What do you mean?” He asks, his cheek pressed to yours.

“This is what our life is gonna be like,” you look back over at the kids, “loud and messy, house full of kids.”

He smiles, kissing you when you lean your head back. “It always was and it always will be.”

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