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Better Left Unspoken

A/N: This is just a cute fluffy oneshot I managed to come up with, been super busy lately and things I've written for your requests haven't been the best. So here is this in the meantime before I improve the rest!

C/W: Re4 Leon x reader, roommates, sort of grumpy x sunshine? fluff, domestic fluff, cuteness and sweetness, unspoken feelings, Leon can't tell you how he feels

W/C: 2k

Music echoes around the apartment, filling the walls with the tunes of your favourite playlist. Your feet dance around the room, eyes closed as your body moves with the beat, living in your own little world.

Your roommate is still at work, granting you plenty of time to enjoy the empty shared space. Though he's not too much of a bother anyway, he's super friendly, helpful with cleaning and cooking, and lets you do whatever you want without judging or complaining. You surprisingly feel so comfortable around him, like he's someone you've known for ages.

He often goes away for days on end for his job, you don't know exactly what he does, and given the state in which he returns in, you don't think you really want to know. Anytime he has come home looking like he's been dragged through the depth of hell and back, covered in muck, blood and cuts, you waste no time to clean him up. You help him into the shower, disinfect his wounds, throw away the mess of his ruined clothes, and patch him up with your bandages.

You've caught him watching you whilst doing this a few times, almost as if he is admiring you. But you think nothing of it, he's been away for a while, he's exhausted and in pain. But even on regular days, normal moments where you're simply completing a chore, you can feel the burn of his gaze searing through your skin. If it were anyone else, you'd probably feel unsettled, but instead your stomach fills with butterflies.

You're so oblivious to your current surroundings, music blasting as you sing your heart out, using a makeshift microphone out of your hairbrush, that you didn't hear the front door open, nor did you notice the thud of a heavy bag falling onto the floor.

Leon stands in the living room, in both shock and awe as he watches you in so much joy with an amused smile on his face. He'd thought coming back home after a mission to loud music and his roommate acting as if she was performing a concert for...someone, would irritate him. But it's quite the opposite.

His eyes track down your frame, noticing how you're wearing his hoodie, entirely oversized, the sleeves sagging on your arms and the length covering your bare thighs. Though when your arms reach up, he gets a peek of the pretty pink boyshorts being the only piece of fabric covering you. His heart thuds in his chest, harshly swallowing back all the feelings blooming in his chest.

He doesn't really know how to approach this, knowing that if he were to tap your shoulder you'd most likely scream in fear, and he doesn't want to scare you. But he just cannot take his eyes off of you, it's like you've caught him in a trance, hypnotising him with the movement of your hips and the sound of your voice singing along so freely.

He decides not to bother you, to let you enjoy yourself so peacefully for a little longer as he heads to the kitchen. He pours himself a drink, still watching you over the rim of the glass as you waltz around the living room.

Leon shrugs off his jacket, leaving him in his tight, dark-blue work shirt with a few new scars covering his arms, though it isn't as bad as what he normally returns with, he got lucky during this mission, and it seems like he's gotten lucky with his roommate, something he thinks quite often.

It's only until you spin around, eyes opening and landing on Leon casually leaning against the countertop, his gaze fixed on you with a small smirk that you squeal in shock. "Leon!" You exclaim, running over to him and throwing your arms around his neck, forcing him into a hug. He huffs out a laugh, bringing his arms around your frame, inhaling your sweet scent that reminds him he's home.

He shouldn't feel like this over his roommate, you both agreed to catching no feelings to make sure this arrangement doesn't get messy. But, can you blame him? You're like the sun, putting him at ease, warming him up and making him smile so effortlessly with your light.

"When did you get home?" You ask, pulling away and dropping your arms back to your sides. You soon realise you're only wearing his hoodie, but you don't really care. You've walked around in just a baggy t-shirt a few times before, the benefits of being so comfortable and feeling safe around someone.

"Uhh.." He looks up at the ceiling, "About 10 minutes ago."

"What? Why didn't you say anything?" You lightly smack his chest, feeling the tight muscle burning through the fabric between your hand and his skin for just a brief moment.

He shakes his head with a small smile, "Didn't wanna disturb you, you looked like you were having fun."

"Well now it's even more fun!" You wink at him, and he already knows what you're planning.

You step back, playfully beckoning a finger from him to follow you. He stands still for a while with a smirk as you begin to dance again, pointing your fingers in his direction. "Come onnnn, let loose for a bit." You draw your words out before twirling around, your hair flowing around your frame.

"I need to shower and freshen up." Leon states, his arms folded against his chest, trying his best to stand his ground.

"You can do that after! Just a few minutes, pleaseeee? It'll help you relax, shake off some of that tension from work." You plead, stopping your movement with a fake frown.

It's impossible for Leon to say no to you, he has a soft spot only for you. You're his weakness, but he can't tell you that. He can't tell you much of what he feels for you.

He lets out a dramatic sigh, throwing his head back as his feet heavily drag towards you, your face lighting up with a grin as you realise you got your way with him once again. You grab his hands, encouraging him to try to dance with you, you try your best not to laugh at how stiff he is. His attempts at dancing include some movement of his arms and a thin, unimpressed smile painted on his face.

"You're like a robot, Le. Actually no, I think a robot would be a better dancer than you." You finally let out a giggle.

"Good thing my job role doesn't involve dancing then." He blatantly replies.

You lift up his arm, high enough for you to spin yourself in his grip, returning back to his face as his eyes soften towards you. You continue to move his arms in a push and pull method, jumping around enthusiastically to try and get him to do something other than stand still.

After a few more moments, he finally cracks and joins in with a bit more effort than before. His arms lose the previous tension, his feet actually step around as he dances with you. You don't care how cringe he may look right now, you're just glad your attempt in distracting him and hopefully making him feel a bit better has worked.

What you don't know is how much your attempt has actually left a mark on him. His heart is full of emotion, emotions which he isn't used to feeling, looking down at how joyful you are that he's dancing so terribly with you. He's never smiled so much in his life before living with you, it's a nice contrast to the darkness and violence he's surrounded with in his everyday work life.

And although the agreement between you two prevents Leon from ever telling you how he feels, he can't help but fear that even if he were to tell you, that the part of his life that he keeps separate from his time with you would somehow corrupt you into feeling and becoming like him. He could never be the reason your brightness dims, it would destroy him.

The guilt eats him alive every night he tries to sleep, with other thoughts of the people he has lost on missions, and vivid images of the nightmarish scenes engraved into his mind. As much as he has tried to get rid of these feelings, there's always something you do that draws them back out, ten times stronger than before.

Whether that has been helping him through a nightmare, when you've heard noises from his room and check on him to see him tossing and turning in his bed, you wait at his side, holding his hand until they pass or until he wakes up. Or even offering to make him his comfort meal when you see he's having a bad day.

"I'm gonna clean up now." Leon announces, dropping his hands down from yours, the loss of warmth from your contact sends shivers throughout his body.

"Fine, can we order some food tonight? We can watch a movie or something, I saw a trailer for this new film that came out not long ago. It looks really good." You ramble on.

Leon smiles at you, nodding his head. "Of course."

You beam with excitement, searching for your phone and reading through menus of nearby takeout restaurants for something the both of you would like as Leon showers. You hear the water abruptly stop running after a while, the bathroom door opening with steam seeping out.

You're already all comfy on the couch, a fluffy blanket thrown over yourself, leaning into the pillows with your knees tucked into your chest. The film you have chosen is waiting on pause. You turn your head around to see Leon walking over to the kitchen, retrieving two glasses and pouring your favorite drink into both.

Your eyes drop down to his small black shirt straining against his chest and arms, his baggy grey sweatpants hanging loosely at his waist. You absolutely love seeing him look so comfortable like this.

He strolls over to the couch, handing you the drink without saying anything before he sits down beside you, slouching deep into the couch, his legs parting slightly with a sigh.

"What did you order?" He asks.

"Chinese." You cheekily grin, knowing it's one of Leon's all time favourite meals.

A smile pulls at the corner of his lips "You know me so well." He tilts his head at you before pointing his eyes toward the TV, signalling for you to press play. You shift in your seat angling yourself so you're not going to feel all achey 20 minutes into the film and so that you can keep an eye on the front door, and totally not so you can see Leon better.

Throughout the movie, Leon can't help but feel a tingling ache for you, wishing he could somehow have you cuddle into him and hold you close. But he knows he can't, he keeps quiet, sticking to his side of the couch.

After your food arrives and you devour your meal, the rest of the film is nearly forgotten. You find yourself falling into a food coma, tired from all the dancing earlier today. Your head lazily falls onto one of Leon's thighs, a content sigh escaping your lips as you snuggle into the fabric, your arm stretching over his lap.

Leon freezes for a second, not knowing what to do, he gently rests a hand on your shoulder, pulling the blanket over your body. His eyes begin to feel heavy, mirroring your own exhaustion. He rests his head back onto the cushion behind him, letting himself be taken by whatever sleep he can get.

The smile on his face fails to disappear for a while, the feeling of you leaning onto his body fills him up with so much warmth, so many thoughts and feelings swimming around his brain. He's never felt so happy, so safe and wanted around someone before. And it pains him to not tell you.

A/N: This idea has been sat as a draft for ages but it’s just so cute, love the grumpy x sunshine trope for Leon

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pairing: kimi antonelli x driver!reader

genre: angst, fluff, secret relationship, rivals to lovers

warnings: heavy kissing, implied freakiness, swearing

synopsis: being an 18-year-old F1 rookie already comes with many pressures, nonetheless being the little sister of Charles Leclerc, one of the most notorious drivers in formula 1 history. Not to mention, you’re moving up along with your rival since your karting days, Kimi Antonelli. Over time, your rivalry with him has become more— still a rivalry, just a few benefits, and complicated feelings included.

In the dark seclusion of your driving room, his hands are planted firmly on your waist, resting over your red fireproofs. His lips trail over your collarbone, softly moving against the sensitive skin as your fingers slip into his curls. Panting lightly, you lean your head back, resting it against the overhead cabinet. Kimi stays standing between your legs, keeping you on the counter.

Kimi brings his head back up, gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips.

“So..” he begins, hand moving to your thigh. “Pole position. At Bahrain. You outdrove me.”

Your mouth forms a lazy smirk, and you murmur, “I usually do, Andrea.”

His face is only centimeters away, but even that short distance feels like too much. His mouth quirks up at your response, and he leans slightly closer, tilting his head.

“You’re not going to brag?”

You snake an arm around his neck, closing the distance. You murmur against his lips.

“I will when i’m finished.”

Immediately, he brushes his lips over yours, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth. You shiver against him, and it only seems to make him pull you closer. This is how you usually spend your free track time now, pressed up against your biggest competition.

Not that it means anything, you just like the attention.

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formula1 Qualifying in Bahrain! Both pole positions have been taken by our new hotshot rookies, Ferrari’s Y/N Leclerc, and Mercedes Kimi Antonelli! The Bahrain Grand Prix, the 5th race of the 2026 season will commence tomorrow morning!

2 hours ago

username1 so talented!

charles_leclerc this is embarrassing.

username2 LMAOOOOO

username3 your little sister is championship leader and you’re P5. lock in bro 💔

username4 i kinda ship..

landonorris my fav rookies! 🫰🏻

alexandraleclerc my girl in P1! 🥹

The race is hot and brutal, the relentless Bahrain sun warming your car and the track. There’s a constant presence of silver in your mirrors, right on your gearbox. As you exit Turn 5, a staticky voice comes over your public radio.

His voice is a bit strained, but there’s a hint of amusement in his tone.

“You tired yet, Leclerc?”

You roll your eyes, flying down the next straight.

“I’m never tired, Ant. You of all people should know that.”

A small chuckle crackles over the radio, barely audible alongside the scream of the engines around you. You keep powering through the track, finally down to the last five laps. You hold your line throughout the laps, defending aggressively.

On the last lap, Kimi tries to make a move, pulling alongside you on the straight as you head for Turn 4. He keeps his speed, your wheels almost touching.

You brake impossibly late, forcing him to stay behind you if he doesn’t want to crash. You hear a sigh on the other side of the radio as he tucks himself back in between you and Lando Norris.

He speaks again as you complete turn 7.

“Fine. You win.”

You shake your head, a reluctant smile on your lips, making you immediately grateful for your helmet. As you inch closer to the finish line, your engineer screams into the radio.

“Y/N, keep pushing, you’re almost there!”

You push the gas to the limit, speeding past the chequered flag. Your headpiece explodes with cheers from the Ferrari garage, including your brother.

“Yes, Y/N! You did it!”

You complete the cooldown lap, feeling triumphant. As you pull into the P1 space beside Kimi, you pull off your helmet and balaclava, glancing towards the stands.

Kimi gets out of his own car, leaning onto it and crossing his arms.

“Congratulations,” he says, almost reluctantly.

Before you can reply, you feel a pair of strong arms around your shoulders, stubble tickling the back of your head.

“I’m so proud of you!” Charles exclaims, shouting over the cheers of the crowd.

You turn to face him, a content smile on your face.

“Thanks!” you laugh, shoving him. “P4 isn’t bad either.”

Almost immediately, your media manager comes running across the track towards you.

“Y/N, come on, it’s time for the podium ceremony,” she says, lightly pulling on your arm. You turn to give Kimi one last glance before letting her drag you along.

After a brisk walk, you climb the steps of the stage, following behind Lando and Kimi. You take your place on the highest step, watching the crowd as the Italian anthem plays for your victory.

As the anthem fades out and the crowd begins cheering, Kimi subtly leans slightly towards you, his voice low but audible for only you.

“We can celebrate later. I know how to have a good time.”

You shake your head exasperatedly, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks.

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yn.leclerc P1 in Bahrain! 🇧🇭

30 minutes ago

username2 Rookie podium!

charles.leclerc That’s my sister! *liked by creator*

username1 you’re so goated 🥹 *liked by creator*

yn.leclerc ily🥺

username5 Kimi being the first like LMAOOOO

sirlewishamilton congratulations!

As soon as your finger tap the post button, there’s a soft knock on your hotel room door. You smooth out your tank top as you pad over to the door. You pull it back just a fraction, to see Kimi standing there, leaning in the doorway.

“Hey,” he says casually, gaze already flicking to your lips.

“Whatcha doing?” you ask skeptically, pulling the door fully open now.

He grins, pushing himself off the doorframe.

“I told you we would celebrate.”

“We did, Andrea. Did you forget the big celebration in hospitality literally two hours ago?”

He smirks, lightly brushing past you as he comes inside.

“I have a different idea of ‘celebrating’, Leclerc.”

You lean against the wall, crossing your arms.

“And that is….?”

He steps closer, fingers lightly grazing your cami strap.

“It involves…this, being off.”

You glance away, a small smirk gracing your features as you shift your weight.

“You were staring at me during the party like you were undressing me with your eyes, now you actually want to?”

His gaze flicks down quickly to your chest before he meets your eyes again, an almost shy smile on his face.

“I was. And I do.”

You let out a small sound, somewhere between a choked laugh and a scoff, the heat rising to your cheeks. You quickly wrap your arms around his neck, looking up at him.

“Fine. Show me how you celebrate.”

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kimi.antonelli great race in Bahrain! 🏎️🏆

1 hour ago

username4 Bratcedes?

yn.leclerc they think they’re tuff. 💔

username1 @yn.leclerc LMAOOOO ILY

kimi.antonelli @yn.leclerc …

username3 y/n liking the post AND commenting? 🤭