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shaky breath, clammy fingers gripping the edges of the hardwood chair. at least you think it’s a chair. you're in a sitting position and it hurts. everything stings. the dull headache and the ringing in your ears makes you wonder if you died and happened to remember how pain feels. it’s a struggle to open your eyes. it’s a struggle to move. it’s almost like you're… tied? feet so firm on the ground you can not recall sitting down here. in fact, you can not recall anything that has happened in the past few hours.

a shiver lays itself like a nasty cold on your bare legs and you try to pull them together. you remember wearing a short dress. why? a sharp tug coming from your ankles won’t let you and you have to come to the conclusion that you are in fact tied to a chair. moving your fingers and squirming your shoulders you manage to finally tear your lids open. the light is too bright, the smell of something dirt and metallic, almost like blood hangs heavy in the air. you are not curious at all to who sat in this chair before you. and who got dragged in here alive and left without knowing they did. 

the rough stone walls form a solid basement, consisting of a space that can’t be bigger than a garage. eyes blurry and brain trying to come up with a solution on where you are. how you ended up here, and why it is so bright despite being night.

your wrists are bound tightly on the arms of the flimsy chair with a coarse rope, your ankles secured to the legs, every small movement pulls at your skin, sending sharp twinges up your limbs.

a single light bulb flickers over you when you raise your head and squint your eyes at the impact of its brightness. thunder rolls around, and you can only imagine what is happening outside this windowless room. footsteps echo in the distance, not taking long to find the location of your hosting. the metal door right in front of you opens with a long swing and footsteps are audible. 

you could swear that blinking your eyes more than a few times isn't enough. it was like trying to see clear in a dream. trying to run but you ended up having heavy feet in the mud underneath. 

the footsteps sound again. cold, measured, calm. then, silence again. a figure steps into the light. tall, broad shoulders, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit and changing the smell from fear to respect. black valentino on his feet, fingers covered in memories of past disputes and small scars. but when they reach out to tilt your chin towards its source, it almost feels reverent. like he’s scared he might break you.

he doesn’t say anything at first. fingers cool and firm against your warm sticky skin. he tilts your face again. turning it left and right as if inspecting a rare jewel under gallery lights. the smudged mascara, the trembling lips, the shallow breathing and the sharp sudden intakes of air, that attempt to stay calm contained all in one picture. so fucking beautiful right here in his basement. 

a beat passes, then another. he doesn’t blink, doesn’t smile. just looks. measures. calculates. and in that silence? the weight of his presence crushes any illusion that this is just an accident. or a random misfortune. 

"look at you… what a soft princess… you’re far from home, sweet girl."

it could have fooled you. the voice so familiar even though you couldn’t make out the face to the source of this nightmare. confident, a little cocky, weighed. like it’s simple being was too much to bear. your throat was dry, begging for any kind of liquid and you started to wonder for how long you must have been passed out for. 

"where am i…?" the question is a soft hum, lacking of any fight and just genuine confusion, it almost makes him smile in the shadows of his cruelty to how clueless you are to the situation. how clueless you are of who you stumbled into so fucking carelessly.

"where are you?" he repeats then slowly, voice low like velvet. standing up straight, slowly like he’s got all the time, he crosses his arms over his chest. he’s waiting for something. or enjoying this moment too much to rush it. "right where i want you."

a few blinks, squints and tugs on the restrains. you try to rub your eyes but can’t. not that you need it in the next moment. it’s so cold, so deep and so eerie that everything comes down faster than you’d like. 

suddenly you make out perfect curls, perfect haircut and sharp blue eyes that can't be mistaken. that can never be mistaken. the significant smirk. it’s not wide. it’s not amused. it’s deliberate, it’s small. just a tiny stretch to get under your skin. tanned skin, dark blue suit and a silver watch that belongs to someone else. there is only one rat in all of monaco who’s all these belong to. and your tone comes out harsh and breathless.

"you…"

the smirk, it immediately widens. confident, cool, made up. "ah… there it is. fire."

your expression darkens immediately and you hate how much the memories from this night come back. 

it was just a simple party. it was your friends, rina’s birthday party. a few girls, a few drinks. one club. it was her favorite club. you were lying if you’d say you haven’t been here before. you have, a few times only. but none of these times were you stupid enough to get caught. stupid enough to be there at the same time he was. 

a short black dress, sparkly make up, that look. that typical leclerc kind of look that gets under every mans skin. the leclerc girls had a glint to their eyes that one needed to be cautious of. the moment you saw the new bouncer you had a bad feeling already. then his men upstairs in the lounge spotted you, and the bartender pinning you suddenly with a very dangerous glance. 

you went to get your coat. then went for a smoke. and then you didn’t go anywhere else. at least not by yourself. one sedative later, two strong arms captured you and there you were in a black mclaren brought to god knows where you are right now. 

so before you stood no other than lando norris. heir and head of the norris family. the blood sworn rivals made up of a story that would make even the coldest and most emotionless man gag and choke up. it was never meant to be peaceful, yet you were sharing one country. parted in two it was always a toxic confrontation. some things couldn’t be avoided. others could, yet there was always a need to assert dominance. show who's got a bigger cock. to have more. to take more. to make more. greed and bloodlust were beginner tools for lives like these. but lando…. lando was different. he operated differently. thought differently. was different in being sneaky with his enemies and rivals.

"you don’t come across so mouthy to me right now…" he mocks. lando norris has the nerve to mock you. the leclerc princess. your familys sworn enemy. the man who burned down the warehouse last winter without leaving a single witness alive. the man who has cold blood on his hands and an even colder heart.

"what am i doing here?" you ask impatiently, the ropes suddenly too tight, air running out of your lungs in agitation and nails biting into the wood. you feel like you used up all your luck. you’ve been stupid reckless before, but had god as your witness. not now though. he intentionally decides to leave you in this dusty cold basement all to yourself with a man that would get off on seeing your head hanging from his fingers.

lando pulls another chair from the corner, sitting down with a calm indifference, leaning his elbows on his knees. he watches you struggle for a second and a sick satisfaction is gleaming in his eyes. your annoyance? your impatience? it bores him. tilting his head slightly, unimpressed by your show of defiance. 

"i should ask you that, doll? why are you here? in my basement… in my club… in my territory…"

no explanation beyond that. no justification for kidnapping the leclerc daughter in the middle of monaco nightlife. one with zero protection at the time. he’d call you stupid just to watch you struggle a little more… but fact is, he just wanted you. and now that he has you, he’s gonna have fun playing a little. as long as the time allows it. because lando never does anything without having an agenda. 

"you have no fucking right kidnapping me… my brothers will come for me," you say, anger simmering just beneath the surface and in your pretty smudged eyes. so beautiful, like a torn painting. meant to be kept safe yet a prey for hungry eyes. having to deal with you would be a horror… that much he always knew. everyone wants a piece of you. dead or alive.

"your brothers?" he repeats with an amused disbelief. but even for that he times this encounter perfectly. "the same brothers who’ve been dodging and avoiding my men for months? the ones hiding behind their father’s name like cowards?"

lando laughs. not a polite chuckle. he doesn’t do polite. not amused. a full, rich, cold laugh that echoes off the concrete walls. sharp and sardonic.

"charles can’t protect you right now. arthur couldn’t save you at the club… and lorenzo? let me not mention him… i’m not afraid of your family."

you blink, but eyes stay unchanged on him. an icy glare. you know he’s not bluffing. never. he is not afraid of anyone. and the least he would be afraid of are your brothers. even though you know he could. he should. they will tear lando apart once they get his hands on him. or at least they’d love to. 

"do your brothers know you like to sneak off into enemy territory for fun? or is that like… a fucked up secret that you guys don’t tell each other? i thought i made it clear that i absolutely hate enemies in my territory."

he made it clear. very much so. arthur still has that big scar on his chest. and you’re glad he survived. it happened two months prior yet it feels like it was yesterday. landos name itself is written all over the scar that runs along the space from his heart down to the other side of his stomach. a cruel and immaculate cut. 

he remembers that night clearly. his men dragged a nosy arthur right out of the dark alley and up to the boss itself. it always seemed like the brothers intentionally made his life hard. he thought he could sniff around in business that didn’t belong to him, and adding to that, said deal didn’t even hit off. lando was a maniac that day. so mad that he beat up arthur himself, cut him do leave a souvenir. making sure he looked him in the eyes with a stone grip on his jaw. that kind of sadistic.

"you don’t want to start a fucking war again, norris… let me go," you warn, jaw clench and teeth gritted like you physically might explode if you have to look his blissful face one more moment.  

you’re not scared, he comes to that conclusion. you’re angry. the mention of arthur, of your family. and here he was, thinking he could believe all the rumors made about you. the useless piece of the family. just pretty, not concerning herself with anything business related. was there actually more to you? did you know more than you’d let on?

"a war?" he asks quietly. "i’ve survived worse than one. but you? you should know better than to sneak out."

"what’s the fucking catch?" you spit. "i’m sure you already teased them… fucking alerted them… you’re too much of a coward to kidnap me like that. you want something in return."

lando doesn’t flinch at the word coward. if anything his smile returns in amusement this time. "smart girl… you’re right. i’m not stupid enough to kidnap you for fun," his voice smooth again, but edged with something sharper now. "no war declarations. no public executions…". a pause. he leans back, pinning you with a look. "i want your families shipping routes."

you huff. an irritated one, stripped of all hilarity. sure.... why doesn’t he asks for free goods instead? "how the fuck do you sleep at night with this amount of delusion? didn’t your daddy tell you how to be realistic in the business?"

the second you mention his father, the air in the room dies. lando freezes, a small crack in the usual confident demeanor and he hates how the roles switch when your lips stretch. could it be the same sort of satisfaction he had just moments prior? maybe you two are not that far apart after all. or maybe he actually underestimated you.

the mention of his father stings and is intentional. his blue eyes go complete flat. not angry yet, but something far worse. a deep quiet fury that hasn’t erupted in years. you’re just trying to get a rise out of him. so no. you won’t have the honor to unfurl it in him. not now. not ever. 

his father is not a name you throw around casually unless you want blood spilled over it. and lando is not like other mafia heirs who crumble at the mention of daddy issues. he took over after his old man was arrested. and ever since then that wound has been buried under layers of control and ruthlessness.

"you’ve got such a big fucking mouth for someone in your position" lando drawls, but it doesn’t come out as indifferent as he’d like. And it infuriates the hell out of him. he stands up, slowly and deliberate but it still appears so intentional.

"well, i’m sick of an enemy rat trying to manipulate my families business…" you growl, watching him round your chair and stand behind you. hands bracing themselves on the backrest, not touching you on purpose.

"manipulate? no, i don’t manipulate business… i take it. just like i took half your families ports last year when they underestimated me again. your father still sleeps with a pistol under his pillow because of me." you can hear the cold pride in his words. the kind that comes from absolute certain dominance. you know times have never been this tight since the drama got more suffocating. 

"you’re not gonna get shit after everything you pulled," you scoff, shaking your head in strong disbelief. your voice is bitter, laced with doubt and skepticism. this motherfucker always knows a way on how to get whatever he wants.

you can’t even finish the sentence before the heavy metal door slams open. a guy in a suit, shorter and with more stubble than lando, gun in one hand and eyes wide bursts in with an urgency on his face. he doesn’t even bother with consideration for the bosses interrogation, just straight out blurts. 

"boss! black ferrari just pulled up outside! the leclerc brothers are here!"

lando tenses, but doesn’t seem surprised. he turns his head to the man, then back to you. and for the first time since this began you see something flash across his eyes. calculation. not panic. but strategy kicking in. 

he watches your playful pout, making fun of him despite being literally tied to a chair. "ah shit… is your pride hurt? did my brothers find me too soon?"

’it’s actually pretty late…’ but he won’t give you the contentment of getting under his skin even if it’s just a little. instead, he grabs your chin, pulls his gun with his free hand and holds in on your temple. all in one move, just in the same moment as charles and arthur enter the basement and see you tied to the chair with a gun to your head and a shocked expression on your features. 

the guy, aims his weapon at charles. the leclerc brothers having both of theirs right on lando, eyes blown with rage. your face in a firm grip, yanked towards the doorway so both can see. then, both are frozen. terrified that if they move wrong you could potentially die right before their own eyes. but lando only grins.

"made it just in time i see? i wouldn’t wonder if you put a tracker in that sweet skin of hers…"

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GROWING UP LECLERC MEANS being spoiled rotten by your three big brothers, and even a select few of their close friends too. you’re as eager to watch the boys race as they are for you to watch them, you’re the heart of the family. being the youngest (2002), only female leclerc sibling makes you a standout in every stage of life. strict ‘no dating’ rules set up by charles after he noticed some of the other karting boys eyeing you. you’ve always been the prettiest girl around in monaco, it’s the same everywhere else the leclerc’s go (much to the chagrin of your brothers). it takes nothing more than a bat of your eyelashes for you to get anything you want, as things should be. but your brothers are worried the big world will ruin you; better to stay with them where it’s safe.

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SOME LECLERC FAMILY THINGS; childhood

full name Hélèna Solène Pascale Leclerc

hervé and pascale taking tonsss of photos

enzo being the sanest brother

all of arthur’s friends having a crush on you growing up

arthur at age 8: mean to his little sister

arthur the moment anyone else looks at her: *swinging*

charles being dubbed “track menace” after crashing into so many boys who’ve looked at you

charles forces you to like the red car

big bro jules who dotes on you, charles, and arthur, showing you off around the paddock

protectiveness levels multiplying after hervé passes away, and again after jules

your brothers are hypersensitive when it comes to you (if you’re sick it’s like charles is dying)

having to keep your romance life a complete secret from your brothers until you’re like 24

Monaco’s Clingiest Family

modeling agencies always trying to recruit you but you’re literally a child, so arthur and charles start barking at people that come up to the family in public

princess treatment you’re whole life and you don’t even care that your bros are a little crazy

charles has tried to murder his fellow drivers

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twitter; self-ran

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photo album; written by pascale leclerc

lorenzo, hélèna, & arthur et hélie la bébé de

charles 2005 2009 charlie 2006

enzo, charles, famille <3 maman avec

& hélie 2010 2002 hél & tur 2003

bébé hélèna et hél et charlie tur est gentil

charles 2006 2008 de hélie 2003

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"What time do you go to bed?"

"Ummm, depends."

"On?"

"If the missus is around, dirty bastard." Ginge answered "now, be honest, what time did you go to bed last night?"

"It was, um, it was early."

"You are lying through your teeth mate, I can see those dark circles."

"Hello boys."

"Dirty bastard." Ginge and ethan laughed harder at the coincidence.

"Hello love." Lando chuckled at her confused face as he pecked her forehead.

"What is going on?" Leaning onto his chest, yn looked at the two guests, wondering about their choice of words being the response to her greetings.

"Oh don't worry about it," wrapping his arm around her waist Lando rests his chin on her head " they were just asking if you being with me makes me go to bed at a later time than usual."

"Oh," yn giggled "i guess they're right? Sometimes we stay up reading a book or watching a movie, it depends on what's near us on the bedside table."

"Alright," lando started before taping yn's stomach and pointing to the firdge " you should have your breakfast and we should go back to what we were doing, yeah?"

Humming in agreement, yn turned around and leaned up to give lando a kiss on the cheek, but upon hearing ginge groan, the formula driver grabbed his girlfriend's neck from the front, redirecting her head so that their lips would meet.

"Oh come on mate, no need to rub it in!"

Being in the small makeshift home gym that lando has, the three brits started discussing what exercises they would be doing.

"First we'll start with a warm up, normally there's a few bands" looking around the room, lando tried to remember where he placed them last "they might be in our bedroom."

"How did the workout band made it into the bedroom?" Ethan asked as he started wiggling his eyebrows at ginge.

"Hey sweetheart," Lando's voice could be heard calling out "do you know where my exercise bands are?"

"They're in the bedroom," yn exclaimed "on your bedside table."

Ethan's eyebrows stopped mid movements while ginge's jaw dropped down "went to bed early lando, ehh, yeah yeah sure!"

Monitoring his friends' forms in a workout was not lando thought he would be doing on a day off where yn was with him without one of her brother's breathing down their necks. Speaking of his lovely girlfriend, lando saw her in one of his mclaren shirts and a short in the hallway, on her way to their bedroom he'd assume, with a bowl of what was either watermelons or strawberries.

"Sweetheart," lando spoke, ignoring the task at hand "can I have some please?"

"Of course mon soleil"

Entering the room, yn took a look at both boys before going straight to her boyfriend. Lando's friends were glaring daggers at him as he just placed his hand on the back of yn's hands as she placed a piece of watermelon in his mouth, making him hum pleasantly at the sweetness that filled his mouth.

"This is so unfair." Ginge complained

"I know mate, such bullshit, we should get to eat that as well."

"Yeah sure." lando agreed as yn placed another piece in his awaiting mouth.

"Well, now you're just being a dick. Come on yn, I want some as well."

"Are you asking my girl to feed you?"

"You're not letting me out of this workout anytime soon now, are you?"

"I think you should add weights onto their backs," yn stated as she smiled innocently at ginge and ethan "Charles, Arthur and Enzo always fo that to each other for the hell of it."

"Oh, you are evil miss leclerc, truly evil."

Ethan watched as lando told ginge to not lean with the weights pushing his neck, it was tough and they only had like a third of what lando usually does.

"So, who usually does this with you? Like you have to have someone to like push the weights, right?"

"Yeah yeah, usually it's my trainer, but then when something comes up or I just feel like training on my own it's yn who's helping."

"Oh look at him just rubbing it in that he has a girlfriend."

"Oh god," lando laughed in disbelief "you're the one who asked."

"The important question is," ginge started as he removed the equipment from his forehead "can yn do this? Like the neck training."

Lando stayed quite, thinking if he'd ever seen his girlfriend doing it or if her or her brothers ever mentioned that she does it. "No, I don't think so. Hold on."

Leaving the room, lando headed into the bedroom having a quick discussion away from the camera and the mics.

"So," lando said as he entered the room with yn behind him "yn will be doing the neck training, we'll go with 5 kilos."

"How about 10?" Yn asked as she took a seat on the bench

"What?"

"Well, for a while charles was convinced I'd get into a car crash and he took me training with him for like a year or something, it was insane."

After dinner, Lando waved goodbye and jumped into his car, mumbling something about a sim race. Charles linger awkwardly beside me on the pavement.

“I, uh…” he scratched the back of his neck. “I live close. Would you like me to walk you back?”

My heart did a little somersault. “I’d like that.”

We talked a little more during the walk. He asked about my job, I asked about the dog I’d seen on his Instagram a cream, long-haired dachshund named Leo. The way his face lit up made my chest squeeze.

“He’s like my shadow,” Charles said, smiling. “A little shadow with tiny legs.”

By the time we reached my door, I was halfway smitten. And yet, when he said goodnight, it was just that. No phone number. No “let’s meet up again.” Just a soft smile and a hand shoved nervously in his pocket as he walked away.

I thought that might’ve been it.

But it wasn’t.

Three days later, I was at the café near my flat, sitting outside with an iced coffee and my laptop open, pretending to be productive. I saw him before he saw me Charles, walking slowly up the street, his shoulders tense, head down… and at the end of a lead, Leo trotting proudly like he owned the city.

When Charles spotted me, he froze.

I tried not to laugh at how visibly flustered he looked, waving awkwardly with one hand while the other tightened on Leo’s lead.

“Fancy seeing you here,” I called as he approached.

He stopped by the table, cheeks already pink. “Hi. I didn’t know you… lived around here.”

“Mmm. It’s my local,” I said, smiling. “What about you?”

“Oh, I was just taking Leo out. He’s very persuasive.”

As if on cue, Leo gave a little bark and tried to climb up my leg. I laughed, reaching down to scratch behind his ears.

“Well, aren’t you a charmer,” I cooed.

Charles rubbed the back of his neck. “He, ah, really likes people.”

I tilted my head. “You sure it’s not just me?”

Charles blinked, clearly not prepared for a bold flirt. “I...well maybe.”

Leo whined again and Charles glanced at the empty chair across from me. “Do you mind if we sit?”

I gestured to the seat. “Please do.”

He tied Leo’s lead to the chair leg and sat down slowly, eyes flickering to me and then away. Up close in the daylight, I could see the little crinkle beside his left eye when he smiled. He was prettier than a man had any right to be, and it was kind of unfair.

We chatted about nothing and everything. Leo settled under the table, nose on Charles’s foot. Eventually, I closed my laptop, content to just sip coffee and listen to Charles tell a surprisingly dramatic story about a time Leo got stuck under his sofa.

“I had to bribe him with cheese,” he finished, grinning sheepishly. “Very expensive cheese.”

I giggled. “Worth it though. He’s adorable.”

Charles glanced down. “He’s a good wingman.”

I raised a brow. “Wingman?”

His ears turned red. “I mean he’s good at… breaking the ice. Like now.”

I bit back a smile. “Ah. So you brought him here on purpose?”

He tried to look casual. Failed miserably. “I thought it might be nice to see you again.”

“Without Lando playing third wheel this time?”

He gave a nervous laugh. “Oui.”

“Well, in that case,” I said, leaning forward slightly, “he’s doing a brilliant job.”

Charles looked like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. “I, um… was wondering if you’d maybe… like to go for a proper walk sometime? With me. And Leo.”

I grinned. “Are you asking me out, Charles?”

His shoulders dropped just slightly. “Yes.”

“Then yes,” I said warmly. “I’d love to.”

Leo barked again, tail wagging furiously.

“Told you he was a good wingman,” Charles said, smiling wide now.

Our first “walk” was less about walking and more about sitting on a park bench eating gelato while Leo rolled around in the grass like a gremlin. The second time, Charles brought a picnic. The third time, I brought dog treats. By the fifth, I knew how he liked his coffee, how many siblings he had, and what song made him tear up when he thought no one was watching.

It was slow, gentle, and golden around the edges.

Charles wasn’t like anyone I’d dated before. He wasn’t showy. He didn’t sweep me off my feet with big gestures or fancy lines. Instead, he remembered little things how I liked the crust cut off my sandwiches, the exact shade of nail polish I always bought, the kind of rain I loved (the soft, misty kind that clung to your coat). And he told me things, too, in his own quiet way. About his dad. His fears. How sometimes, being “Charles Leclerc” was a little too much.

He didn’t rush. Neither did I. It was a dance of soft steps and glances that lingered too long. And somewhere between Leo’s daily walks and quiet evenings on my sofa, I fell for him.

Hard.

One evening, after another lazy Sunday with takeaway boxes and Leo curled up between us, I looked over at Charles—barefoot, hair a mess, wearing one of my jumpers by mistake—and thought, This is it. This is mine.

“I was terrified to ask you out,” he admitted suddenly, eyes still on the telly.

“You don’t say,” I teased.

He laughed, cheeks pink. “I didn’t think you’d say yes. You were so… confident. Clever. Beautiful.”

“And you were shy. Endearing. Completely incapable of eye contact.”

He groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “Mon dieu.”

“But you brought Leo,” I continued. “And he sealed the deal.”

Charles peeked at me through his fingers. “I think he likes you more than he likes me.”

“He’s got good taste.”

Charles reached out, tugged me gently into his side. “So do I.”

And just like that, his lips brushed mine soft and sure, like a promise. I smiled against his mouth, fingers curling into the fabric of his stolen jumper.

When we pulled back, Leo climbed into my lap with a huff, pressing his head to my chest like finally.

I laughed. “Alright, alright. You’re the real star of the show.”

Charles kissed my cheek, eyes full of something I was pretty sure was love.

“He’s a very good wingman,” he said again.

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You'd know Pierre since 2010 when you and Arthur followed Charles to karting. Arthur was obsessed as much as his older brother over cars and so all three would kart.

You and Arthur were in the same division but still followed Charles to the higher levels too see him perform which is how you met Pierre.

You were 10 and he was 14, just a kid where you had a crush on your older brothers friend.

It was stupid and went away with time as Pierre was just someone kind to you when you were around your brothers. You saw him every race weekend. You'd bring him cookies you'd baked and he'd bring you a charm for your bracelet which he got you another one off on your 13th birthday as there were too many.

As you got older karting yourself became less and less of an interest and you only would show up to watch your bothers. Arthur continued on like Charles through the feeder series.

But as Charles progressed he became more and more absent. You weren't allowed to travel across the world with Charles unless your parents or Lorenzo were there too look after you, and you started to miss your brother more and more until it took a toll on you.

You started acting up, not going to school and it put a strain on your relationships with all of your family.

Charles wasn't around enough to see it but the rest of your family did.

When Charles finally got to F2, your mum promised you could go more, and it was great until your dad got sick and he couldn't travel anymore.

You were angry, not at anyone in particular but at the world for everything it was throwing at you. And you tried to run away, you ended up outside the casino in Monte Carlo, lost and upset.

It was actually Lewis Hamilton who found you, he couldn't comprehend why this 16 year old girl was alone in the streets of Monaco. You guys talked for ages and he convinced you to go home, you parents were so angry with you they grounded you and you were banned from going to any of Charles races.

Then your dad passed away, and you were devastated and were even more angry. You were 16 and had so much hate for the world, Arthur, Lorenzo and Pascale had no idea what to do with you. So they sent you to boarding school for a year until you were 18 and could make up your own mind.

While you were there you clicked with a group of people who all were influencers of some sort, and having Charles as a brother and him being announced into F1 for 2018 it wasn't hard to accumulate a following.

You stayed in the UK until you were 21, all you friends from boarding school went to university so you decided you'd stay with them and get a degree. Despite missing lots of school you were actually a very smart girl and had excellent grades.

Once you were 18, Arthur started to invite you to more of his races. And Lorenzo and your mum were always asking for you to come home... but your Charlie still hadn't realized everything you'd been through.

It wasn't until his 24rd birthday you saw Charlie properly. He noticed how different you were, you weren't the 16 year old he left all those years ago. He just pulled you into a massive hug and it didn't seem like the time to unload everything on him.

You saw Lewis that night, and he recognized you right away coming over and laughing about how he didn't think you'd end up being his competitions little sister when he helped you out all those years ago.

Then, you saw him ...

Pierre and that was night everything changed.

"Pierre?" you asked looking over the taller male, smiling softly not having seen his face in person for a while.

"Y/N?" he asks in shock, cocking his head to the side.

"The one and only" you grin and he just stares, still shell shocked about your presence.

"I haven't seen you for years!" he says pulling you into a tight hug that you melt into, his big arms encasing around you and making you feel safe.

"Where have you been?" he asks, looking over you face.

"Argh i just obviously got so sick of seeing you and Charlie all the time!" you smirk, taking a sip of the Negroni in your hand.

"Mmmmm, and to think. I thought you used to have a crush on me" he chuckles looking down and laughing.

The few drinks you'd had brought for you by your brother and all the drivers who recognized you had got to that confident place in your mind.

"Oh i did, hard core" you say with a straight face making him squint his eyes at you seeing if you were telling the truth.

"You sound ... different" he offers leaning in and tucking some hair behind your ear. If Pierre was being honest he'd never seen you as anything but a little sister, that was how he treated you when you guys were younger.

He didn't know if it was the club lights, the alcohol, your changed accent and looks, or a mix of all of them but he was looking at you like you were the only girl in the world for him.

And you noticed.

"That's what years of schooling in the UK will do for you and having friends who love to take the mick when you butcher the pronunciation of something" you giggle.

"You still sound Monegasque though" he grins, still hearing that twang.

The rest of the conversation was history as you went back to Pierre's hotel room, spending the night with him.

At this point you'd been dating Pierre for 4 years. Everyone noticed since 2021 how much more common your appearance in the garage was. Obviously your twin was there as a development driver for Ferrari, and Charles as a Ferrari driver also meant that people knew you were there for your brothers.

But little did they know you were sneaking off to the Alpine garage in search or your boyfriend.

“Hey baby” you grinned to Pierre, happy to see his face and plant kisses all over it.

“Ahhhh, how are you cherie” he mumbles into your neck. 2024 hadn’t been a great season for Alpine, and 2025 hadn’t started off great either. So you being there in the garage to cheer him up or calm him down was a must.

Charles never really questioned where you left too, he assumed it was to see Logan and Oscar who would often be found teasing Arthur all still being relatively close from their F2 days in Prema.

“Im good, just a little tired” you smile cuddling up to him on the little sofa in his drivers room.

“Mmmmm” he says and he seems like he isn’t fully there with you.

“What’s wrong, somethings on your mind” you ask, looking over him.

“I’ve been thinking” he says looking down at you.

“That’s never good” you joke but his face tells you that this will be a pretty serious conversation. One that you could tell had been playing on his mind.

"What is it what's wrong?" you ask, taking his hand in your own.

"We need to tell your family soon... it's been 4 years of being a secret and I want to show you off. I want to be able to take you out for a nice dinner in public and not fear getting caught. I want you to move in with me, and I just think it's time we tell them!" he admits, all very quickly and he watches as you take the time to process what he has just admitted.

"You want to tell my brothers?" you ask making sure you weren't jumping the gun.

"Yes, I cant help but feel ... guilty is not the right word but do you get what i mean?" he asks and you nod.

"Yeah, why don't I ask maman... she can make us a nice dinner tonight after the race and I'll say I'm bringing my boyfriend?" you smile and he nods.

You walk away to call your mum, leaving Pierre to leave his drivers room and walk to the garage where he would be starting the race soon.

"Maman?" you ask into the phone as it connects.

"Y/N darling where are you. We've all been in the garage waiting for you!" you hear in French and you chuckle.

"I've been, somewhere else. Maman i need to ask you something!" you ask as you exit the Alpine hospitality, trying to go as unnoticed as possible.

"What is it?" she asks, concern washing over her voice.

"I want to introduce you all to my boyfriend tonight..." you say although it comes out as more of a question that anything.

"WHAT?" she yells down the phone and you visibly cringe.

"Y/N Leclerc, get back to the Ferrari garage now!" she chides before hanging up the phone making you bite your lip anxiously.

You walk back to Ferrari as slowly as possible not wanting to feel that wrath of your mother who has probably already told Lorenzo and Arthur.

"Hey..." you say awkwardly as you go to where they are sat in the garage with all their headphones on.

"You have a boyfriend?" Lorenzo asks

"And you didn't tell me... us i mean!" Arthur cries out as Lorenzo elbow his side hearing him talk about himself.

"Maman! You told them!" you exclaim, not in shock as it was highly likely she would spill the beans to your brothers, but more in frustration that she did.

"Y/N! Why would you not tell your family about this... how long has this relationship been for?" your mum asks making you bite your lip and look down.

"4 years" you mumble and you mother huffs asking you to speak up before you say it in French, turning away not wanting to see their reactions.

"You've been with a man for 4 years and not told any of us! Not even Arthur! You tell everything to your twin!" You mum exclaims in shock.

"Obviously not everything ..." Arthur says sounding really upset before walking off, making tears fill in your eyes.

"I'm, we're ... happy for you. Really! But you know we worry about you... especially Charles. I dread to think how he's going to react when we tell him!" he laughs.

It was just you and Lorenzo right now, your mum having gone off to find Arthur.

"Loz, can i tell you something that you cant tell anyone?" you ask looking at him. Your oldest brother was always the best at knowing when you really really wanted his attention and that it was something serious.

"Go on!" he says, looking over you.

"You promise you wont say anything!" you look over at him and he nods, holding up his pinky which you swiftly take with your pinky too.

"I promise!" he sighs.

"It's Pierre" you blurt out, an eyebrow of Lorenzo's raising.

"What's Pierre?" he asks.

"The person who I'm dating... it's Pierre!" you admit and his eyes widen.

"Oh... you are royally fucked!"

And that you were. When Pierre entered the house all hell broke loose. Charles was yelling, Arthur too, Lorenzo was trying to calm everyone down. Maman was being quiet just watching the chaos erupt. Alex and Charlotte didn't know what to do. Pierre was just listening to everything that Charles was yelling at him.

It wasn't until you started sobbing that Charles stopped and looked over at you.

"Y/N... I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of that!" he exclaims looking over between you and Pierre.

"I guess I'm just shocked... we were all friends and I didn't expect it!" he admits and you look down.

"Please, Charlie. I love him... just like you love Alex and how Loz loves Charlotte. He makes me happy, the happiest I've been probably ever!" you sigh and he nods.

"God, i cant believe your growing up!" he sniffles and you pull Charlie into a hug.

"It happens!" you chuckle.

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“Don’t judge me.”

His brows raise and he can’t help but smile. “What could I ever judge?”

She shoots him a disbelieving look, but sighs. “I was fourteen.”

His eyes widened.

“See judge!”

He shakes his head, “no, no. No judgment, just,” he pauses unsure how to phrase it. “Lorenzo and Charles let you have a boyfriend at fourteen?”

She snorts, ten years had passed and the two and now Arthur wrinkled their nose at the idea of her with a boy. They were somewhat fond of her and Max together. “No, I,” she pauses, feeling herself get a little flustered as she thinks about who and how she lost her virginity.

“It was a friend.” Her voice is a little fond, but she squeezes Max’s hand letting him know it’s not the person she’s fond of but rather just the memory. Her eyes flicker upwards to meet the Dutch’s eyes. Seeing how warm they are and his earnest nod to continue, she does.

“We were in France for a race.” She squeezes his hand again, “you won that one.” She tells him, smiling at his eyes crinkling at her pause. “We decided to stay with his family for the night instead of at the racetrack or just driving home. I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to go down to the basement, hoping to wear myself out by uh,” she pauses trying to think of the word in English.

“Pacing?” He offers, having seen her do it a few times.

She nods, smiling wide. “Yes, pacing. But when I got there, he was also there unable to sleep. We talked for a bit and then things got a bit tense and we ended up having sex.” She shrugs, with a little laugh. “It was a little odd since we both hadn’t done it before. But it was good.”

“Did you orgasm?” He can’t help but ask.

“Surprisingly, yes.” A flare of jealousy hits him at the knowledge that some fourteen year old kid got a girl off his first time having sex, while he didn’t when he was eighteen. But it leaves just as quickly as it came, shock replacing it with her next words. “But after all the French are known for being generous lovers and Pierre is quite French, no?” She laughs.

“Pierre?” He asks, brain struggling to comprehend what she said.

“Yes, Pierre.”

The confirmation makes him a blink and god he can’t believe the balls on the French driver. Charles was insanely overprotective. Then again, if Charles had any idea what his best friend and little sister had done he wouldn’t be alive but at the bottom of the river.

Then a thought strikes him, Pierre and her weren’t not the same age. A fourteen year old virgin didn’t make her cum but rather a seventeen year old one and suddenly anger is boiling in his stomach.

“He was seventeen.” His voice is surprisingly blank.

“Yes, Pierre is three years older than me.” She looks at him, worryingly. “Max, are you okay?”

—

“Gasly!” The frenchman’s head jerks to the left at the sound of his last name in such anger.

He stares wide eyed at the dutch driver. His jaw was twitching, face red, and fists clenched. He had only seen Max this angry a couple of times before but never was it directed at him. “Max.” He ends up saying, eyes flickering around the room. Hoping that Charles, Daniel, Lando, Alex, or George know what’s going on, but they all look just as confused. His eyes catch on Y/N, who’s looking at Max with wide eyes of her own.

“Fourteen.” The word is gritted out and Pierre’s eyes are back on him, more confusion filling him.

“What?”

He couldn’t think of anything that would make Max this mad involving the number fourteen. Lap fourteen had been fine this race. They hadn’t yet gotten to race fourteen of the season. It couldn’t be the year 2014, they didn’t have any contact that year.

“Fourteen.” Max repeats, putting a weird emphasis on the word as it comes out quieter than before.

Pierre’s eyes flicker to the only girl in the room, hoping she’ll know what it’s about and when his eyes move to look at her it hits him and his eyes are moving back to Max. Understanding him. “Oh, fourteen.”

“Yes,” the Dutch driver’s jaw twitches again. “Fourteen.”

He can’t help but glance around the room taking in how the other guys are still looking at Max and now him in confusion. He notes that Charles has gotten up, clearly ready to interfere. Get in between them if it comes down to it. And Pierre winces. There would be no getting out of this. He’d have to come clean and perhaps lose Charles’ friendship forever.

“Would you like to hit me and then talk? Or talk and then hit me?” He offers Max, figuring that no matter what he’d end the night with some bruises.

Suddenly she’s standing in between them, gently resting a hand on Max’s chest. “There won’t be any hitting. Words only.” She tells Max, her eyes flickering to her brother as she says it. His expression of confusion only deepened at the words also directed towards him as he sat back down.

She pushes Max to sit down on the floor next to Daniel and a space between him and Charles where she would sit in a moment. She turns to face Pierre.

“Je suis désolé, Pierre.” (I’m so sorry, Pierre.) She apologizes, twisting her fingers together in a way that makes him wince.

He shakes his head, standing and maybe he shouldn’t but he pulls her into a hug. Keeping his hands clearly in Max’s sight. There was no need to make him any madder. “Non, bébé calmar. Tu ne t'excuses pas. C'est bien.” (No, baby squid. You don’t apologize. It’s fine.) He pulls away from her, giving her hand a squeeze before taking a step back. “C'est à vous de partager.” (It is for you to share.)

“Ce n'est pas seulement le mien.” (It is not just mine.)

He shakes his head, had he hoped that Charles would never know, yes. But he had always known that one day he’d find out. He could only be happy that he got a decade more of his friendship. “C'était toujours le tien.” (It was always yours.)

She looks like she is going to argue more and he expects her to. It was such a Leclerc thing to do, argue until you got your way. But she doesn’t. She gives him another sorry look before sitting in between Max and Charles. Ignoring the soft nudge that her brother gives her.

“Max,” Pierre starts to say, but stops not sure what to say, what to do. Did the younger driver want an apology? He wasn’t sure. It wasn’t something he could apologize to Max for. The only person he really could offer an apology to was Charles and that was only for not telling him sooner.

Pierre and Y/N had spoken about it after it happened. It wasn’t something they could really ignore or pretend didn’t happen. They had even spoken about it a little over a year ago when Kika had found out. Kika made a joke about it as they all went for dinner, a little wine drunk, but hoping to see Pierre get a little flustered. He nearly smiles at the thought of Kika. She really was amazing, far better than he deserved, and her easy acceptance of what happened between them when they were so young.

“Fourteen, Pierre. She was fourteen.” Max’s voice draws him out of his thoughts.

“Yes, and I was seventeen.”

His acknowledgement makes Max wince and he catches Alex’s wide eyes and knows that he’s realized what this about or at least has a good idea of it. “And you just,” Max starts, before shaking his head. “That was fine with you?”

“I wouldn’t do it again, if that’s what you are asking.” Pierre sighs when Max’s expression doesn’t change. “Max, your issue with this is the age difference. And I imagine it’s worse because of Kika, yes?”

Max nods.

He presses his lips together, murmuring to himself in french under his breath. “I never intended for it to happen, Max. We were kids. Me less so, but still young, foolish.”

“What happened?” Charles speaks for the first time, looking between Pierre and Max. “What happened when you were seventeen?”

Pierre sighs, but before he can speak, she does.

“Charles, do you remember when you were fifteen, we went to that race in France and we stayed with Pierre’s family for the night?”

He nods after a second. “Yes, Papa didn’t want to stay at the track or drive home that night.”

“I couldn’t sleep that night, so I went down to the basement so I could pace.”

“You still do that.” Charles interrupts her, the words fond.

“Yes. But Pierre was also there, he couldn’t sleep either. We ended up talking.”

Charles nods, because yes that made sense. She didn’t like pacing if someone else was in the room and awake. Would rather talk until she fell asleep.

“Pierre and I,” she pauses before slipping into french. “nous avons fait l'amour.” (We had sex.)

“Non.” His mouth is open, disbelief in his eyes. “Non. Vous deux ne l'avez pas fait.” (No. You two did not.)

“Charles,” she lays a hand on his arm. “We did. It was in the moment and never happened again.”

“But you were so young. Just a baby.” His face is horrified and everyone in the room knows now what Max bursting in was about.

Her brows furrow. “I was not a baby. I was fourteen.”

Charles makes a pained noise and then his attention turns to Pierre, a fire in his eyes.

“You!” He points at Pierre. “How could you! She’s my sister. My baby sister!”

He puts his hands up. “We didn’t mean for it to happen. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I went down to the basement to watch tv because I couldn’t sleep. Not to have sex for the first time with your sister.” His fists clench, wanting to say something more, but unable to say anything but, “Je suis désolé, Charles. J'aurais dû,” (I’m sorry, Charles. I should have,)

“Non.” Charles shakes his head, stopping him. “I don’t want to hear it. You should have told me sooner. Not wait so long. I need time. She was a baby, Pierre.” He says the last sentence quietly and Pierre knows that his insistence makes no sense to her or the rest of the people in the room, but he understands.

He had been the one to hold Charles after his father made him promise to always take care of her, to watch over her, to protect her. Had cemented that she was his baby sister, she needed protection, to Charles. Had promised to help Charles with that promise.

“I need time, calamar.” His voice is gentle, but there’s a raw element to it.

“Of course, Charles.” As he stands to look around the room, he has to look away at the different looks some of the drivers give him. Moving out of the weird sort of circle the driver’s had formed when they first entered Charles’ room hours ago, he stops just before the entryway.

“Y/N if,”

“I know, Pierre.” She stops him before he can continue, already knowing what he’s going to say. “Give Kika my love.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Of course.” And with that he slips out of the room.

—

“Are you better, Max?” She asks, when nearly an hour later they are back in his hotel room, a glass of wine in her hand.

He winces, “I’m sorry. My anger got the better of me.”

She nods, lips pressing together. A little embarrassment still lingering inside of her. It wasn’t Lando, Daniel, Alex, or George knowing. It was Charles. It was her older brother, her closest brother. She had never wanted Charles to know that much about her and Pierre. She knew just like Pierre even if they had hoped it wouldn’t come out, that it would. She had just figured it would come out that yes, they had sex together. It was one time, maybe that they were each other’s firsts but that was it.

She didn’t want him to know that it was in France. After a race, in Pierre’s home. She especially didn’t want him to know that she had been fourteen. It made her shrink a little, knowing that he knew that. And yet she didn’t hate Max for letting that loose. She was a little angry with him, but it was her own fault. She should have never been so careless to let it slip that it was Pierre when he was close by. Should have waited for summer break, when they were in completely different countries.

“I’m angry with you.” She was not going to hide that. “I didn’t want Charles to know that. All of that. Pierre and I figured that at some point it would come out, but he was not supposed to know all of that.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes again. “I,” he pauses. “My temper, it needs to be worked on.”

She nods again, “You are better than before. You’ve grown much since.” She sighs, placing the glass down and turning to look at him. “I should have waited until summer break.”

He shakes his head, “no, this was all me. And I’ll apologize to Pierre as well.” He looks a little pained at the thought.

“Good. He deserves one.”

“Yes, he does.”

She looks at him, taking in the regretful expression on his face. The way his body is slightly curled in. Grabbing her glass of wine, she tosses the rest of the glass back, before setting it back down and taking her shirt off.

“I’m going to take a shower.” She tells him, thumbs pressing between her skin and her pants as she starts to take them off. “You’re going to join me.”

“I am?”

She raises an eyebrow.

“I am.” Max nods, eyes wide as he watches her completely strip.