Charles Leclerc Imagines

speak now (or forever hold your peace)

They say there's only two main reasons someone would invite this many people to a church: a wedding or a funeral. A morbid phrase, certainly, but somehow fitting, as all uncomfortable sayings are. Charles, for one, knows exactly why he's here today, and the other option is something he doesn't even want to think about. Not today. Not ever.

There are many churches in Monaco, but only one would work today. It's the one right down the street from where both of them lived, him and Y/N, up until the point where Charles started racing and let fast cars and extended contracts take him far, far away from the place that used to be theirs.

Now he's back again. Say what you will about fate or destiny, but it does seem to have a clear message. No matter how long Charles runs, he will always circle around far enough to find himself back home.

That's the wrong message for today and he knows it. Today is not for thoughts on racing, today is for him and Y/N, Y/N and him. He's known her since they were both too small to talk but just big enough to know they were meant to be best friends, and now they're hovering on opposite sides of a church neither of them have really orbited until now.

Y/N's parents chose the church, and God knows they're in over their heads enough as is, so Charles won't spare another thought towards the location. The place of this event is, of course, insignificant in the long run. What matters most is the life he leads afterwards.

And what a life indeed. Looking back on it later, and even caught up in the frenetic moment of now, Charles will evenly divide his memories up into two distinct segments: before this day, and after it.

The before is marvelous. Childhood friends– they're better than anyone else, really. Your family loves you because they have to, but your friends choose you because they want to, and that made all the difference. Y/N knew more about Charles than anyone else on this earth who wasn't a direct blood relation, and despite everything, she still chose him.

It makes no sense, really. How do you grow up watching a boy become obsessed with a team that'll never let him win a world championship, who will drag away hope just to hold it tantalizingly close, and still believe in him? Charles calls her after every race, the good and the bad, just to hear her voice. Anyone else would get tired of him, but not Y/N. Never Y/N.

It had taken him forever to realize that he loved her. Strange that he didn't know it until he was old enough to move out of home, but Charles always thought of it like a guarantee, that even if he had nothing he had Y/N, so maybe it was only after they were separated for the first time that he could truly figure it out.

Charles had made her cry when he left. She'd tried not to let the tears out, not in front of him, but he saw the telltale traces of her sadness when he was saying farewell, about to board the plane. Charles had never felt so bad about anything in his entire life, knowing he'd caused Y/N grief, but conversely, nothing ever felt so good as when he'd returned at the end of the season and she'd sprinted into his arms at the airport, back together at last.

On that day, her head tucked under his chin, both of them physically as close as they could possibly get under the circumstances, Charles finally realized what he knows now in excess: he was utterly in love with Y/N L/N, and he always would be.

Right now, the separation between them consists of the white walls of this church and the crowds they're in. Charles is with his family, and Y/N is with hers, but after this, there will be no more divisions, not really, just the crowd of we-were-here that will make them whole.

Charles knows where he is, and there is, of course, the knowledge that Y/N is somewhere in this very building, just a few doors down but somehow utterly unreachable until the ceremony begins. He hasn't seen her all day today, actually. Has no idea what she's even wearing. She's been prettied up by now, no doubt, a perfect picture of everything he loves, but he will not know until it all starts.