Charles Leclerc x Reader imagines

Monaco (Gasly!Reader)

Charles Leclerc x Gasly (F1 driver)!Reader

Synopsis - Pierre doesn't know you and Charles have been dating. So when Charles wants to marry you, you realize it's finally time to tell him.

Requested by - Anonymous // Could you please write a story about Charles dating Pierres sister and asking him for permission to propose her?

The request is still the general idea of the fic, but I took a lot of creative liberties ;)

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"Do you think they're dating?" Pierre wondered out loud as he kept scrolling through instagram.

"Who?" You raised an eyebrow, looking up from your book to look at him from the other side of the couch.

"Charles and Charlotte?" You wanted to bite back a smile. Your plan had worked.

"Charles and who?" You played dumb, flipping a page of your book.

"You know, Charlotte! You met her at that party last year. Look." He handed you the phone to see a picture of Charles talking to Charlotte at a brunch in Monaco. He was sitting in front of her, at a big table surrounded with a few familiar faces and some people you'd never met before. They seemed to be laughing at something funny one of them had said. "The whole of the internet is going mad over it."

"Oh yeah- I remember her." You nodded along. "Well maybe? Why don't you ask him?"

"I will. Its weird he hasn't told me anything. He usually likes to brag about his dating life" You had to do everything to hold back a laughter at what had just gone out of his mouth.

"Yeah... weird." Sarcasm filled your tone and you were glad he hadn't noticed.

In all truths, it had been a planned ruse so that the media would get off Charles's back about his dating life, and it was working perfectly.

Another silence fell in between the two of you. He continued scrolling through his follower's recent posts, and you continued reading; enjoying the quiet time you never got to have with your brother.

"Aaawwwww look." He smiled as he handed you the phone.

"Oh my god." You chuckled as you admire the picture.

You remembered this as being one of the first real races you won. You were in the middle with a big grin on your face. Charles and Pierre had finished second and third, and their arms were wrapped around your shoulders, big smiles on their faces with all your trophies raised in the air. "It's when I started kicking your asses!" You chuckled before handing the phone back to Pierre.

"Yeah, yeah"

Suddenly he moved a little in his seat and his expression had changed, you could tell that picture had brought something back to his mind.

"This reminds me... Can I tell you something?" he sighed as he dropped his phone to the side.

"Yes?"

"Remember back before we were in F2?" You nodded along, clearly not knowing where he was going with this. "Well there was this period of time, well I- um, I thought you and Charles liked each other." That was enough to make your entire body stiffen, and your breath stuck in your throat.

"Oh-" You squeaked.

"Yeah- Like he wouldn't stop flirting with you, and sometimes he was looking at you- or you were looking at him like- well... Exactly how you'd look at someone you'd like to date."

"Pierre, where are you going with this?" You awkwardly shifted on your spot.

"Well- after you got that mysterious British boyfriend." You winced when you remembered that. It was a cover, all a cover for when you and Charles started dating. "And I just remembered feeling so relieved-"