Sweet Whispers (Charles Leclerc x Reader)
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A/N: Hey guys! This was supposed to be shared on Sunday but life got into my way. But it’s here! I’ve been looking for some inspiration and comfort honestly then this happened, hope you enjoy! Marvel story will be a little bit late for this week. As a reminder English is not my first language and grammar mistakes are my own.
WC: 2.5k+
Warnings: Mention of an accident (Not Charles or you), pet names, Google translated French, pure fluff, idiots are in love. Let me know if I missed any. Not proofread!
When you met Charles, you both still had diapers. Your families were so close. When you were 7, your family was involved in a terrible car crash. You somehow survived without even a scratch, waiting for your family on the doorstep of the hospital. They never survived so you just looked at the door crying. Herve and Pascale obviously couldn’t leave you there, so they took you in as their own daughter.
Charles wasn’t an ordinary child. He had gifts from the god. The way he drove those cars didn’t go unnoticed. You on the other hand had amazing drawing skills. Herve was aware of your talent, so he took you to Charles’ races all the time. While you were drawing Charles from your perspective in the audience seat, you supported him. Charles loved your drawings and even cried a little when you gifted him the picture you drew while little Charles was lifting his first trophy on his first F1 debut.
Everybody except you and Charles knew you had something different between you. A different chemistry. It wasn’t something like between you and Arthur and Lorenzo. You had a sibling bond with them. But with Charles it was different. You both claimed it wasn’t different than that but it was obvious. Your love was a different kind of love. Although they decided to wait until you realized yourselves.
When he started changing countries to race, he offered you to stay in his house, so you didn’t have to pay rent and could focus on your art. He secretly loved having you around. He loved your smell that permeated in his house.
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“Mon ange, I’m home,” he called from the door. He heard your hurried footsteps coming from upstairs and smiled, closing the door.
“Welcome back, mon cher,” you rushed into his arms to hug. It was definitely your safe place in this cruel world.
“You cuddle so tight, missed me already?” he teased. You nodded without even answering. He smiled and kissed your hair before he let you go.
“I’ve made pasta, just for you,” you went to the kitchen and he followed you. “Are you hungry?” you asked. He nodded, his green eyes glowed when he saw you’ve made his favorite pasta. You took two plates, filled them and put them on the counter. “Bon appétit, ma chérie.”
You two ate your meal, the conversation between you two never cooled off. He even offered to do the dishes after the dinner and didn’t take no as an answer.
“Alright, mon miel, I’m going to rest today, but we can plan something for tomorrow if you want,” he said, giving you a small kiss on the cheek.
Every time he kissed you, you felt butterflies on your stomach. It wasn’t a lie that Charles was extremely hot but you always kept your feelings to yourself. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship with him. You didn’t know he felt the same with you but he never had courage to accept, although deep down his heart knew what it felt. His main focus was Formula 1. He didn’t want to drug you into his busy world. You deserved more than that. You deserved someone who would make you his top priority, give you all of the time he has in this world. He couldn’t give you that. So he stayed quiet. He watched your happiness with other guys. It always ended with your heart being broken. He was always there for you to fix your broken heart. It wasn’t always physically but one phone call from him would always light up your world.
“Would you like to go shopping tomorrow?” you asked. You knew he would never say no to that, but you tried your luck. For some reason he immediately accepted. You clapped your hands and he chuckled while excusing himself to the bed.
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You kept turning on the bed, your mind racing with thoughts, making you unable to fall asleep. “Maybe I can sleep if I change where I lay,” you thought and took your blanket to sleep on the couch in the living room. You scrolled through Instagram, watched some videos until it drifted you off to sleep.
You suddenly stirred awake. You tried to understand what happened and what was the time. You came to your senses when you heard sniffles coming from the balcony. You didn’t expect to see Charles crying in the middle of the night.
“Charles?”, you whispered with a soft voice. “Everything okay?”. You didn’t touch him until he reached for your arms. He hugged you tight to find some comfort. His breath was unstable, still crying softly. It broke your heart to see him like that. You ran your hands through his hair, leaving small kisses and whispering sweet words. When he finally calmed down, he couldn’t stop himself but left a small kiss on your neck, as a thank you. You bit your tongue to hold your moan.
“I saw a nightmare,” he said, looking at you with red puffy eyes. You wiped the tear from his cheek with your finger softly. He learned into your touch and closed his eyes, desperately needing everything he could get from you.
“Would you like to tell me what you saw?” you answered, he shook his head. You caressed his cheek, giving him a small smile as if to express that you are here for him.
“You should try to fall back to sleep, mon cher, you must be so tired,” you knew he wouldn’t just fall back asleep after a nightmare, you didn’t actually want him to just go but you also wanted for him the best. You covered your sadness with a soft smile.
“Can you lay down with me? Please Y/N, I need it. I need your comfort,” he begged you. You felt like your heart broke into millions of pieces. “Of course, Charlie, you don’t have to ask me twice,” he sighed in relief. You held his hand and headed towards his bedroom. The smell of his cologne filled your nose. He laid down to his bed and patted his side. You laid next to him and opened your arms for him. He gladly returned your gesture, using your chest as his pillow.
“So soft,” he murmured. “How did you hear me?” he asked. You played with his hair, “I was sleeping on the couch,” you answered. He raised your head to look at your face to see if you were being serious. “Really? Why, is it because your bed is not comfortable? I can change-” you interrupted him. “No, not that. It’s comfortable, it’s just I couldn’t fall asleep whatever I tried,” you explained.
He put his head back to your chest, feeling a little better again. “So we both had a bad night, huh?” He started drawing circles on your belly. “I thought it would be easier to sleep, now that I have you right now,” he confessed. He kinda regretted his words but they just slipped out of his mouth. “What do you mean?”, you asked. He sighed, he knew you would ask, “I wasn’t able to sleep last few days,” he answered. “Please don’t ask me what I have been seeing in my nightmares,” he added, hopefully you wouldn’t scratch any more.
Instead you hugged him tighter. He released some tension on your touch, “Close your eyes, mon miel,” you whispered. “Stay until I fall asleep?” he asked. You kissed his hair as an answer. At this very moment, you knew Charles was the one for you. Your heart skipped a beat, thinking how you screwed up. These thoughts made you fall asleep. Even before Charles. He was about to say something to you but he stopped himself when he heard your light snores. He smiled to himself and let himself sleep in your arms.
Charles woke up to a stirring under him. He looked up and saw you murmuring something in your dream. He tried to catch your words but it was unrecognizable. “What a fucked up night,” he thought to himself. He leaned up to kiss your cheek. He placed a few small kisses on your cheek, chin and neck, hoping it would wake you up and come back to him. “Mon amor, wake up, you’re dreaming,” he whispered, trying to wake you up. You woke up with a gasp but Charles caressed your cheek to calm you down. “It’s okay, it’s me, your Charles,” he said, trying to soothe you. His hand was everywhere on your head. Playing with your hair first, then caressing your cheek, placing small kisses to anything to get you come to your senses.
You placed your hand to his cheek and looked at him in the eyes to let him know you were better now. “Are you okay?”, he said softly. You nodded and looked around you. “What time is it?”, he looked at you in disbelief and chuckled. “I took you out of a terrible nightmare and you wonder what time it is?” he tsked. “Oh wow, it’s already 7:50,” he answered and looked back at you. He was amazed by your beauty, puffy eyes, fluffy hair and a slight hint of red on your cheek, making him kiss and claim you.
You suddenly get up, tried to rush out of his bed, “I’m sorry, Charles, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on your bed, I was going to leave when you slept but-” he jumped on his feet making you shush, “Mon ange, don’t be ridiculous, you are always welcome here with me. Plus I slept like a baby with you, can’t say the same thing about you though,” he teased you.
He cupped your cheek and made you look at him, “What’s going on in this pretty head of yours, bébé?" You sighed, tried to look away from his gaze but every time you tried he forced you to look at him, "Just a silly dream, Charlie,” you huffed.
He tilted his head, trying to get the words out of your mouth but no matter how hard he tried you didn’t give up. “I’ll go for a run then I’ll pick you up for breakfast, alright?” you nodded and you went to your room for your morning routine.
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You couldn’t help but think about the dream during breakfast. But after care was even worse. The way he touched you made you crave for more. “You are not listening, mon amor,” Charles called out to get your attention back. “Is it about the nightmare?” you sighed, of course he wouldn’t let it go. “It was a dream actually,” you said. He frowned, “Huh, it felt like you were having a nightmare, so what was it about?"
You took a deep breath. You wanted to tell him how he held your waist in your dream, how he trapped you between his body and the wall, how he kissed you. You felt your cheeks heathen up. "I don’t want to talk about it,” you brushed him off.
He saw the way you blushed whenever he reminded you of the dream. He thought maybe you felt the same thing. You responded to his touch, didn’t you? You always called him with pet names, you didn’t do that to Arthur or Lorenzo. He knew you always had a different relationship with him, but could it be because you liked him, more than friends?
“We should go out tonight,” he offered. You looked at him confused. “I know we agreed on shopping but we both had a bad night, it will be good for us. We’ll relieve some stress. No race this weekend, I’m allowed to get drunk for one night,” he continued.
You weren’t sure about it. It was obvious you needed that, first he had a bad race, second you missed going out with him. You accepted his offer but mentally noted not to get drunk so you wouldn’t spill your darkest secret.
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The club was more crowded than you expect it to be. You felt Charles’ hand on your waist, holding you close to him. He didn’t want you to slip from his hands to someone else. You looked beautiful and he knew French men. They would try to flirt with you, take you home. He couldn’t let it happen, not again, not anymore.
After a few rounds of shots, you both sure were tipsy. He pulled you onto the dance floor, his hands were all over your body except the inappropriate parts. “You look beautiful,” he whispered into your ear. You snorted, “And you are drunk.” He looked so offended, first he wasn’t drunk, second he really thought you looked beautiful as always. Then he thought it was the first time he said this to you in a flirty manner. “Maybe it’s the alcohol that encourages me,” he thought.
“I mean it, you look hot as fuck, every single guy in the club is right now jealous of me,” he said. Yeah, maybe he was a little bit drunk to be tipsy. You blushed, lowered your head so he wouldn’t see. He put his fingers on your chin and made you look at him. “Don’t ever look away from me again when you blush. I want to see that pretty face of yours when I flirt with you,” he said, a possessiveness in his voice. This was the side you’ve never seen on Charles. He was usually a cute and sweet best friend of yours. Sometimes he flirted with you, but you thought he did that to everyone.
“You don’t know what you are saying Charles,” you said, sounding a little disappointed. You wanted to hear these for so long but he never did it while he was sober. “Look, I know I sound drunk, but I really am not. Last night made me realize things that I knew were there but never accepted. I didn’t want to accept because I didn’t want to get rejected. But damn, Y/N, you have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to kiss you and make you mine,” he confessed. Suddenly he felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders. “You don’t have to answer or say it back. I just don’t want to pretend like your best friend. Don’t get me wrong, I love being your best friend, but I also love you in a different way,” he continued.
Then he knew. The look on your face gave everything away. Charles knew every single thing about you. Every emotion, every gesture and every look. This look on your face was the exact thing he wanted to see. The relief, the happiness you could see on a child when you give them something they want. But most importantly, he saw the same kind of love he wanted to see.
“Can I kiss you, mon amor?” he asked. You nodded, a smile appeared on your face before he captured your lips and claimed you in front of everyone. When you separated both of you had the biggest smiles you ever had. “I always wanted you to do that,” you said and laughed. “Well, maybe spending time after a bad nightmare wasn’t so bad,” he laughed.
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