Hollaa!!! I love your writing ^^,, Could I request a story where the reader is a medical or law student, the younger sibling of Russell or Charles, and is dating Kimi or Ollie? If you don't want to write it, that's totally fine just ignore this ^^
(kimi antonelli x !fem medical student leclerc)
Your ideal plan for one of the incredibly rare days you had off from university definitely wasn't spending it with your older brother or Max Verstappen.
As much as you loved them, tagging along on one of Max's family afternoons wasn't exactly your definition of relaxing. Still, you couldn't complain about spending the day with your sister-in-law, Alexandra, Kelly Piquet, Penelope, little Lily, and everyone else.
What you didn't expect was Max casually mentioning that someone else was joining them.
The youngest Formula 1 World Championship leader.
The last thing Kimi expected on his day off was meeting Charles Leclerc's little sister.
The last thing you expected was that one family lunch would turn into late-night texts, stolen weekends, and somehow falling for the one driver everyone assumed was completely out of your league.
a/n: this request was so fun to write, sorry i took my time with it, it's just with my trip and me preparing the fics for the summer lemonade stand its been a mess.
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The one thing you wanted from your day off was sleep.
No extravagant brunches in Monte Carlo.
No charity events your brother somehow managed to get invited to.
Medical school had completely ruined your relationship with it. Between lectures, practicals, study sessions, anatomy flashcards, and professors who seemed to think their class was the only one that existed, eight hours of sleep had become nothing more than a fantasy.
Your brother had other plans.
"Absolutely not," Charles had said the night before while stealing strawberries from your bowl. "You're coming."
"I was planning on sleeping."
"You can sleep tomorrow."
"I also have class tomorrow."
Alexandra, sitting beside him on the couch, had laughed into her coffee.
"She has a point, Charles."
"She spends too much time studying."
"That's because I'm in medical school."
"And today you're spending time with family."
Funny how Charles considered Max Verstappen family now.
Max had always been nice to you, Kelly was wonderful, Penelope was probably one of your favorite tiny humans on Earth, and little Lily somehow managed to make everyone smile without even trying.
You could've been asleep.
You were sitting on the back of your brother's yacht wearing an oversized linen shirt over your swimsuit, sunglasses resting on your nose, absentmindedly helping Penelope color a dolphin while your untouched iced coffee slowly melted beside you.
"Look!" Penelope held up the page proudly.
"I made the water purple."
"The dolphins wanted purple water."
"Well then," you said, taking the blue pencil away and replacing it with another shade of purple. "Who am I to question the dolphins?"
"I knew you'd understand."
Kelly watched the interaction from one of the loungers with a smile.
"I think she likes you more than me."
Penelope looked between the two of you before pointing at you.
"Good answer," Kelly laughed.
Alexandra appeared carrying a tray of fruit.
"Someone's earning favorite aunt status."
"I'm not technically her aunt."
Before you could answer, Charles walked out from inside the yacht carrying two drinks.
You narrowed your eyes immediately.
"I don't like that tone."
"That older brother tone."
He handed you your coffee.
"You've actually smiled today."
"I smiled because Penelope declared dolphins live in purple water."
"It means you're enjoying yourself."
He rolled his eyes before walking away.
You took a sip of your coffee.
Still wishing you were asleep.
Still happy Penelope had chosen to sit next to you.
That made the trip worth it.
You had just started helping her draw tiny fish when Max suddenly looked toward the dock instead of untieing the yacht.
"For who?" Alexandra asked.
Charles looked just as confused.
"You absolutely did not."
"You two argue like siblings."
"We're worse," Charles replied.
A few moments later, footsteps echoed across the dock.
You looked up out of curiosity.
A tall boy walked toward the yacht wearing beige shorts, white sneakers and a navy polo, sunglasses resting on top of messy brown curls.
He looked around for a second before spotting Max.
"There he is!" Max called.
"In Monaco?" Charles laughed.
Max stepped off the yacht to greet him with a quick hug.
"I literally texted you."
Charles pulled out his phone.
Alexandra leaned toward you.
"I don't think he read it."
"He never reads anything."
"Except race strategies."
The boy followed Max onto the yacht.
The two exchanged a quick hug.
You had heard plenty about Kimi Antonelli.
Kind of impossible not to.
Youngest Formula One World Championship leader.
The internet's favorite awkward golden retriever.
You'd seen interviews because Charles insisted on making you watch funny F1 compilations whenever you visited.
Then his eyes landed on you.
For about three seconds neither of you spoke.
You offered a polite smile.
You had to fight the urge to laugh.
Max looked between the two of you.
Kimi nodded a little too quickly.
Charles pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You are objectively failing."
A laugh escaped your lips.
Just enough for everyone to hear.
"You don't have to convince me."
Even Alexandra covered her mouth.
Charles simply looked at Kimi.
"You've known my sister for thirty seconds and she's already teasing you."
The atmosphere immediately relaxed.
"You study medicine, right?" Kimi asked after a moment.
"I thought doctors liked medicine."
"It's mostly exhausting."
"I race twenty-four weekends a year."
"And I memorize two hundred muscles before breakfast."
"...Okay, maybe I can't."
Charles crossed his arms.
"I was literally complimenting her."
Kelly leaned toward Alexandra and whispered loud enough for everyone to hear,
"He's in protective older brother mode already."
"I give it an hour before he starts making rules."
"I already have rules," Charles defended.
"I promise I'm capable of introducing myself to people without your supervision."
"Now that everyone's finally here..."
"Let's actually enjoy our day off."
As the yacht slowly left the harbor, you looked out toward the sparkling Mediterranean, the salty breeze finally waking you up more than your coffee ever could.
Maybe your brother had been right.
Maybe staying in bed all day would've been nice.
Watching Penelope excitedly point at every boat, listening to Lily's tiny giggles from Kelly's arms, hearing Max and Charles argue over who should captain the yacht, and meeting the surprisingly awkward Mercedes driver...
Your day off wasn't turning out so bad after all.
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Kimi Antonelli knew a lot of things.
He knew how to read tire degradation.
He knew how to save battery during a race.
He knew how to explain oversteer, understeer, dirty air, slipstreams, race strategy, and why people shouldn't panic after one bad qualifying session.
The only reason he knew the names of a few bones was because he'd broken one before.
After almost twenty minutes of listening to Max and Charles argue about whether pineapple belonged on pizza—a debate that had somehow evolved into whether cereal was technically soup—Kimi had reached a conclusion.
He quietly stood up from the outdoor sofa, grabbed his drink, and walked toward the back of the yacht where you had settled onto one of the cushioned benches.
Penelope was still drawing.
Lily, who had apparently decided Kelly's arms were no longer interesting, was happily sitting beside you, trying to grab the corner of your oversized shirt.
One hand absentmindedly kept Lily entertained while the other helped Penelope draw another suspicious-looking dolphin.
"Escaping?" you asked without looking up from the coloring book.
"I heard Charles start talking about pineapple."
"I couldn't do it anymore."
"They've been talking forever."
"They really have," Kimi agreed.
Silence settled comfortably between the three of you.
Four, if Lily's enthusiastic babbling counted as conversation.
She reached toward Kimi with both tiny hands.
"I think she likes you," you said.
"You passed the baby inspection."
He looked genuinely concerned.
"I didn't know there was an inspection."
"...You just made that up."
"Say things with a completely straight face."
"I've found it keeps people entertained."
Another comfortable silence.
Then curiosity got the better of him.
"You actually study medicine?"
He let out a low whistle.
"It mostly means I don't sleep."
"I thought Formula One schedules were bad."
"But I've pulled all-nighters because someone decided we should learn every cranial nerve in forty-eight hours."
"...I don't know what that is."
"I barely remember my own phone number."
"Trust me, some days I don't remember them either."
He leaned forward slightly.
"So... how long until you're officially a doctor?"
"If everything goes according to plan, another couple of years."
He nodded as if he understood.
"See? Nobody actually knows how medicine works."
"I thought you graduated and became a doctor."
"I spend several years working ridiculous hours while training in a specialty."
"...There's more school?"
He laughed so hard he nearly spilled his drink.
"That's probably the most honest answer I've ever heard."
Lily suddenly tugged on your sleeve.
You immediately looked down.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
She pointed toward her bottle sitting just out of reach.
You handed it to her before gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
Kimi watched the interaction quietly.
Like you'd done it a hundred times before.
"Is that why you're studying medicine?"
"So... what specialty do you want?"
Your face lit up in a way he hadn't seen all afternoon.
"The children's department."
"I know what pediatrics is," he laughed.
"I just didn't expect you to answer so fast."
"There was never really another option."
"I did rotations in different departments."
"I respected all of them."
"Pediatrics felt like home."
"I know working with children isn't easy."
"They can't always explain what's wrong."
You looked out toward the sea for a second before answering.
"Because they deserve someone who's patient."
"A hospital is terrifying when you're little."
"I want to be the doctor that makes it a little less scary."
There wasn't an ounce of hesitation in your voice.
It made something click in Kimi's head.
Most people his age still didn't know what they wanted to do with their lives.
You'd found your purpose.
He searched for the right word.
"I don't know the medical vocabulary."
"You race Formula One cars."
"Which have significantly fewer organs."
"I'd be worried otherwise."
For the next half hour, Kimi asked question after question.
"How many bones are there?"
"What happens if someone has an extra one?"
"Can doctors tell if people are lying?"
"I can tell when patients leave out details."
"'I've had this cough for two days.'"
"They've actually had it for three weeks."
"So you're basically a detective."
"What was the hardest class?"
By the time Max wandered over with Charles still complaining about pizza toppings, Kimi had completely forgotten he'd come over just to escape an argument.
Instead, he'd spent the last forty-five minutes learning about medicine from the most interesting person he'd met in a long time.
Max glanced between the two of you.
"You guys have been talking this whole time?"
Kimi answered before you could.
"Did you know there are two hundred and six bones in the human body?"
"And residency isn't actually being a doctor yet."
"What have you done to him?"
"I answered his questions."
"You've created a monster."
"Oh, I'm not done yet," Kimi said, looking back at you with genuine curiosity.
"I still have about a million more questions."
"I have a million answers."
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If someone had asked you what you expected to happen after your day on Charles' yacht, your answer would've been simple.
Take the longest shower known to mankind.
Forget that your older brother had successfully stolen your only day off.
You were sitting in your apartment at eleven forty-three at night, still wearing one of Charles' hoodies that you'd accidentally taken months ago, surrounded by flashcards, an open anatomy atlas, and a cup of coffee that had gone cold over an hour ago.
Your phone buzzed against the table.
You: no i'm actually still floating somewhere in the mediterranean
Charles: Did you get home safely?
For all the annoying things Charles did...
He had always been your biggest protector.
Your parents traveled constantly, so growing up, he'd naturally stepped into that role. Sometimes a little too enthusiastically.
Charles: Max says thanks for today.
You: tell him next time i'm sleeping instead
Charles: He said "we'll see."
That sounded exactly like Max.
You tossed your phone onto the couch before returning to your notes.
Congenital heart defects.
You had read the same paragraph four times.
Your brain had officially clocked out.
You groaned dramatically.
"If this is Charles again..."
Who was texting you at midnight?
That wasn't suspicious at all.
Three dots appeared almost immediately.
Unknown Number: the guy who asked approximately two million questions today
You laughed before you could stop yourself.
Question Machine : ..rude
You hadn't even saved the number yet.
You: how did you get my number?
His answer came embarrassingly fast.
You: remind me to yell at him
Question Machine: he actually asked charles first
Had given Kimi your number?
Either your brother had hit his head on something...
Or he hadn't realized what he'd done.
You: i'm surprised my brother agreed
Question Machine: he said "don't make me regret this."
That sounded exactly like Charles.
Question Machine: can i ask another question?
You rolled your eyes affectionately.
You: i knew there was a reason you texted me
Question Machine: maybe i wanted to say hi
Question Machine: okay maybe i also have a question
You set your flashcards aside.
A typing bubble appeared.
He was definitely overthinking this.
Question Machine: how do you remember everything?
Wasn't the question you expected.
Question Machine: but you know so much
You: that's because i've forgotten just as much
You: medicine isn't about remembering everything
You: it's about knowing where to start
Question Machine: that's actually kind of cool
Question Machine: do you ever get scared?
You leaned back in your chair before answering honestly.
Question Machine: really?
You: one day people will trust me with their children
Question Machine: i think that's exactly why you'll be good at it
Your fingers hovered above the keyboard.
It was such a simple sentence.
Most people heard "medicine" and immediately started talking about how smart you must be.
Very few people understood the responsibility behind it.
Question Machine: you're welcome
Silence settled between the two of you.
Neither of you seemed eager to end the conversation.
Question Machine: okay serious question now
Question Machine: if i eat an apple every day
Question Machine: do doctors actually stay away?
You stared at your phone.
Then laughed so loudly your neighbor probably heard.
Question Machine: so i've been lied to
Question Machine: devastating news
You: i'm sorry you had to find out this way
Another notification popped up before you could put your phone down.
Question Machine: one more thing
Question Machine: thank you for today
You looked at the message for a moment.
It shouldn't have made your heart feel warm.
Question Machine: i had fun
Your lips curved into a smile.
You locked your phone and placed it beside your anatomy textbook.
For the first time all evening...
Studying didn't seem quite so exhausting.
Miles away, completely unaware of the smile on your face, Kimi Antonelli was probably asking himself another million questions.
And if you were being honest...
You didn't mind answering every single one.
Did Kimi Antonelli ask Charles if he could pick you up from university instead of your older brother Arthur?
Did Charles question him for a solid five minutes before agreeing?
Was it completely worth it?
"You're asking... what exactly?" Charles repeated from the other end of the phone.
Kimi shifted the phone from one ear to the other as he walked through the Mercedes hospitality.
"I was wondering if I could pick Y/N up after her classes."
"Because Arthur usually does, right?"
"Why do you want to pick up my sister?"
"Because I wanted to see her?"
"That's not helping your case."
"I'm not trying to build a case."
"It sounds like you're building a case."
"I liked talking to her."
Charles sighed dramatically.
"I knew Max giving you her number would come back to haunt me."
"...Why did you give it to me?"
"I had a moment of weakness."
Kimi couldn't help laughing.
Charles stayed quiet for a few seconds.
"You have exactly one job."
"I drive Formula One cars, Charles."
"I don't speed on public roads."
"And don't flirt with her."
Kimi nearly choked on his water.
"I wasn't planning on it!"
"...Can I pick her up or not?"
"I'll text you the address."
Kimi pulled his Mercedes into one of the visitor parking spots outside the medical faculty.
Students hurried in every direction.
Some still wore white coats over their clothes.
Others carried anatomy books that looked heavy enough to double as gym equipment.
She's probably still inside.
She always leaves ten minutes late because someone asks her questions.
He leaned against his car and waited.
Groups of students poured out, laughing and talking about an upcoming exam.
Your hair was tied into a messy ponytail, your backpack looked ridiculously heavy, and you were carrying what seemed to be half a library against your chest.
You were talking animatedly with two friends.
"...If Professor Martin says 'it's obvious' one more time, I'm dropping out."
One of your friends laughed.
"You say that every week."
The three of you reached the steps outside.
One of them suddenly stopped talking.
"I think someone's waiting for you."
Your eyes landed on Kimi.
Then you looked behind you.
He gave you a small wave.
Your friends immediately looked between the two of you.
"The Mercedes driver?" the other whispered.
They both grabbed your arms.
"You know Kimi Antonelli?"
"Why is Kimi Antonelli here?"
"I literally don't know!"
You walked toward him, your friends shamelessly following a few steps behind.
"What are you doing here?"
"I was just as surprised."
You laughed, shaking your head.
"He gave me a whole list of rules."
"I'm almost afraid to ask."
He rubbed the back of his neck.
You laughed so hard you had to steady yourself against your backpack.
Behind you, your two friends were pretending very badly not to eavesdrop.
One of them leaned toward the other.
"I knew she had interesting siblings."
"The Leclerc family never disappoints."
"I can hear both of you."
"You're embarrassing me."
"That's what friends are for."
He gestured toward the mountain of books in your arms.
He took the stack from your hands without complaining.
"How many books do you carry every day?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"They weigh more than I do."
He looked at the top textbook.
"You really carry these around?"
He lifted the stack slightly.
"I think I've found today's workout."
"Now imagine carrying them up three flights of stairs."
Your friends watched the interaction with matching grins.
One of them quietly pulled out her phone.
"I'm texting the group chat."
"I haven't even left campus yet."
"Too late," your friend replied. "Everyone's about to know Charles Leclerc's sister got picked up by Kimi Antonelli."
You buried your face in your hands.
"This is exactly why I wanted to go home and sleep."
"...You're enjoying this."
"You've known me for less than a week."
"And you're already teaming up against me."
He opened the passenger door for you with an innocent smile.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
You rolled your eyes, unable to hide your own smile as you climbed into the car.
Getting picked up after class wasn't such a bad surprise after all.
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Were you annoyed that the cute Mercedes driver had picked you up from university?
Were you annoyed that your brother's number one rule had been no detours?
The only thing you'd eaten all day was a granola bar at nine in the morning and whatever caffeine counted as.
Medical school wasn't exactly known for giving students lunch breaks.
You glanced out the passenger window before your stomach decided to betray you.
You immediately looked at Kimi.
"...Pretend you didn't hear that."
He kept his eyes on the road.
"I didn't hear anything."
"I heard absolutely nothing."
Kimi bit the inside of his cheek, clearly trying not to laugh.
"I'm trying to be respectful."
He looked over for a second.
"When was the last time you actually ate?"
You checked your watch dramatically.
"...About seven hours ago."
"That's barely breakfast."
"And then another lecture."
"So you just... didn't eat?"
Kimi looked genuinely offended on your behalf.
"My brother said no detours."
You gave him your best innocent smile.
"...Maybe we don't tell Charles."
"You're asking me to break the rules?"
"I'm asking you to save a starving medical student."
He shook his head, still smiling.
"You know that's emotional manipulation, right?"
"You've known me for, what, four days?"
"And you're already convincing me to disobey your brother."
"I haven't convinced you yet."
You grinned triumphantly.
He sighed dramatically before flicking on his indicator.
"Weren't we supposed to go straight home?"
He pulled into the parking lot of a small café overlooking the marina.
"...This is technically a very tiny detour."
"I'll defend you if Charles gets mad."
"Oh, you're definitely the first person I'm blaming."
A few minutes later, the two of you sat outside with sandwiches, fries in the middle of the table, and two iced coffees.
You took one bite of your sandwich and closed your eyes.
Kimi smiled over the rim of his coffee.
"You really forget to eat that often?"
He reached across the table, stole one of your fries, and pointed it at you.
"You don't get to make rules."
"If we're texting every day..."
You tried not to smile at the when, not if.
"...I'm going to ask if you've eaten."
"You don't even know my schedule."
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
The sea sparkled behind him, people walked along the harbor, and the afternoon sun made everything feel slower than usual.
Maybe you did need to take a break every once in a while.
Even if that break came with a cute Mercedes driver who asked too many questions... and apparently planned on making sure you actually ate lunch from now on.
a/n : sorry if this was short I ran out of ideas to what else to add 😅. And anon I hope you like it
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