F1 imagines x yn

Charles Leclerc (part 1)

You were going to visit your best friend Charles in Monte Carlo, Monaco. The Leclerc family has been acquaintances with the (y/l/n) family since you two were children and because of that you two became best friends. You were very excited, because you haven't seen him in a few months due to his work schedule and your university studies at Oxford. So as soon as you got the time slot, you took it and booked a flight to Monaco as Charles was also on summer break.

The flight to Monaco felt like it took forever, your patience wearing thin as you were in a hurry to see your best friend. As soon as the plane landed, you sent Charles a text that you have arrived. You soon started navigating your way through the security and out of the airport. The streets of Monaco were as busy as ever. Honking, luxurious cars, pedestrians, or rather tourist filled the streets of the little kingdom. The city was alive! Just as you walked out of the airport, your phone went off, notifying you of a message.

It was Charles.
He had sent you a message that he is waiting outside.

You started walking to the parking lot, looking out for Charles. His black Ferrari could be seen from a mile away with the red and white stripe painted over it. As soon as you spotted the the car, you ran as fast as you could, well as fast as you could run with a suitcase. Charles stepped out of the car as you started running, his signature soft smile starting to grow on his facial features as soon as he saw you struggling with the suitcase while running.

"Mon amour, I'm so glad you're here", Charles said as you stopped in front of him. You hugged him tight.

"I missed you so much", you mumbled into his chest.

"I missed you too", Charles replied his arms tightening around your waist.

A sigh of contentment escaped your lips as Charles steadily let his arms loosen around your waist and rest on them.

"You ready to go?", Charles questioned with a soft smile.

You answered with a nod and Charles took your suitcase before opening the door for you. He quickly got into the drivers side before starting the journey to his house. The ride was filled with a comfortable silence as you took in the sight of Monaco's street -reminiscing of the time you used to live here when you were younger.

The car finally came to a halt in front of Charles' apartment. He made quick work of getting your suitcase as you got out of the car. For a moment you stood still, taking a moment to take in the scenery. Charles came to stand next to you looking at you admiring the place he calls home.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Charles quietly asks though it comes it as more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah it really is" you responded.
"Wow, I missed this place", you say underneath your breath with a soft sigh.

Charles started walking to his apartment with your suitcase and yourself in tow. He unlocked the door and stepped aside to let you enter first. (Such a gentleman).

"Well thank you, kind sir", you said lightly teasing him.

"No problem, madam", he replies, playing along with the joke.

You let out a chuckle, feeling at ease with Charles.

"Come, follow me to your bedroom, miss (y/ln)", Charles said as he started walking in the direction of the guest bedroom.

"I'm sure you must be hungry so I'll go make something to eat", Charles said as he put down your suitcase and turned towards you.

Flabbergasted, you looked at him with a shocked expression.

"Since when can you cook, Lord Perceval?"

"Hey! I know a few things about making an edible meal", Charles replied with a fake look of offense.

"Hmmm. Well go on then. I shall take a shower while you start preparing a the food".

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After your shower, you got dressed in a hoodie and some sweatpants. You decided to go see if Charles hasn't burned down the kitchen yet. Treading down the stairs, Charles turned to you as he heard you coming down.

"Food's almost done", he announced before turning his attention back to the pot on the stove.

"Okay", you responded, joining him in the kitchen as you sat by the kitchen counter.
"So what are you making for us today, chef Charles?", you questioned.

"Chicken Alfredo", he replied with a smug smirk.

He started taking out cutlery and plates, putting it on the counter. Taking the pot of the stove, he placed it on the counter before dishing for both of you.

"Thank you", you said softly, before digging in.

A moan escaped your lips as the food hit your tastebuds. Never in this lifetime or another had you expected Charles' food to taste this good. Maybe you had underestimated his knowledge in the kitchen.

You looked to Charles to see him smiling at you.

"What?" You asked, slightly embarrassed at the way you reacted.

"Is it really that good?" Charles asked.

"Yes, yes it is", you said before digging in again.

You both silently finish your food and a comfortable silence settles between you two. Charles stares at you and you look at him questioningly. He starts to lean over the counter and your heart starts racing. He stops, his face so dangerously close to yours. He raises his hand to your cheek and his thumb swipes over the corner of your lip.

Suddenly...he pulls away. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

"Sorry. You just had a little bit of sauce there at the corner of your mouth", he says softly.

Before you can respond, the door bell rings.

"I'll get it", you quickly say, too eager to escape his presence.

You open the door to find a smiling brunette with dimples at the door.

"Hi, can I help you?" You questioned kindly.

"I'm looking for Charles", she says, looking at you suspiciously.

"Charles?" You asked dumbfounded at the fact that a girl was looking for Charles.

"Yes", she answered, getting a bit impatient.

"I'm sorry. Who are you?" You asked genuinely curious.

"I'm Alex, Charles' girlfriend."

The shock on your face could not be hidden, even if you tried.

"Girlfriend?", you asked, confusion both evident on your face and in your voice.

"Yeah".

"Oh", the only thing being able to escape your mouth as the realization finally set in.

"Oh?", Alex questioned, still not knowing who you are.

"Oh...", you let out with a hint of disappointment.

You stepped aside to let her in. She looked at you with an awkward smile, before entering. You closed the door behind her, taking a deep breath to compose yourself before you followed her to the kitchen. And the thought kept crossing your mind.

He has a girlfriend...