Formula One Reader Insert

Charles Leclerc; Consolation.

ngl this is inspired by the clip I've seen of Charles kissing Arthur's cheeks. This kinda turned into a family Leclerc thing but it's still got a lot of focus on Charles, vaguely based on the photo of Charlie and Jules with a Winnie the pooh
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"Well, at least he finished!" Crofty said to Naomi Schiff as he crossed the line, making the Sky F1 commentators laugh.

The curse has struck once more, and all Charles wanted to do was crawl into his bed at home for a night and be pissed at his team. But there was his rainbow in the garage, his best friend. He climbed out of the car and headed to get weighed, deciding to circle the media pen to say goodbye to his friends before heading to his cubby, seeing (Y/N) playing about with the reactions test and streaming off crass language in French. "I'm back, mon lapin."

"Well done today, mon ours." She said, hitting the final button and turning to him with a sad smile. "Do you need a cuddle?" She asked, arms open wide as he ran into them, holding her close as her hands ran up and down his back gently. "You did well..." She whispered, kissing his sweaty cheek. She made a disgusted face, almost revolted after doing so, but was glad Charles couldn't see. "Charlot..." She cooed, feeling his arms wrap around her tighter. "My brother would be so proud of you..."

Charles then lost his emotional shit. He started crying and buried his face into her (H/C) locks, inhaling her ever comforting perfume as he softly sobbed. "I just wanted to prove I could do it here..." He muttered weakly, lifting his head and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Jules had better luck than me and I've now passed my luck on to Arthur... I feel so guilty."

"Oi, what happened with Thuthur was just plain old bad luck and it was his first time round the track..." She moved her arms and rested her hands on his face, thumbs brushing the tears from his indented skin. "It's home race nerves and strategy failures, they've done the same to Carlos in recent weeks."

"I know, but it's really starting to feel personal now." He grumbled, looking at her with a pretty pout. "I love that you're my consolation prize every week."

"Well, if Red Bull has a double DNF in the next few weeks I'll be back here to celebrate with you."

"What if I DNF in a race?"

"You get blind drunk and I drive that sexy Ferrari home." She teased, pressing a kiss to his nose. "How does that sound?"

"Depends, will you crash my car?"

"Depends, when will you pay for the repairs of my Renault?" She fought back, knowing Charles promised to pay for the replacement bumper and head gasket after taking it on a drag race against Arthur's poli around the principality, only for the back end to swing out and send them head first into a concrete pillar, cracking the head gasket. Charles promised to pay and lent her his Alfa Romeo, but even that was falling apart after being run ragged against the boys.

"I'll buy you a new car. The Renault is a write-off anyway." He casually said, pressing kisses to both of her cheeks. "I am so lucky to have you every week."

"Well, I'm here to support all your Leclercs and even Gasly." She pointed out, pinching his earlobes tenderly. "Love you, Char Char." She cooed, watching him roll his eyes so far back they could get stuck.

"Please say that name louder!" He whined, throwing his arms in the air and batting her hands away. "Let the entire paddock know my horrible nickname!"

"Aww, is the baby feeling sorry for him?" (Y/N) teased, poking his sides before fully tickling him.

"Release me!" He screamed, falling to the floor as she went down with him, using her weight to pin him to the floor and further abuse her position to attack his waist with her fingers. "Please, I'll be sick if you don't let me go!" He cried, flailing his arms around as he tried to stop.