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Una Noche En Mónaco i
Vaya noche la de anoche. (What a night last night)
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pairing: charles leclerc x latina! reader
summary: after a one night stand between you and charles, charles continues on with his f1 career. until two months later, you come back claiming to be pregnant with his child.
warning: bad writing, charles is a bit of an asshole at first, is going to be a series. google translate because I do not speak french. teen pregnancy (very cliche, I know. I'm sorry)
a/n: this is based on the idea i posted yesterday, which you all seem to like a lot. i want to clarify that english isn't my first language so please be kind if you see any error, i am trying my best. Also I am very new to formula one, i am binge watching drive to survive and the races. also i hope the timeline is correct lmao. ALSO i am not very great at writing smut so don't expect to see smut until i get better at writing it. enjoy!
word count: 1,771
Just to clarify: If I'm not wrong. In 2018, Charles was 20, turning 21 in that year. Reader is going to have an age gap of two years. So reader is 18 turning 19.
gif is not mine! i love this gif tho, he looks so good.
March 2018
Everything from last night was a blur. I remember his green eyes on me. And then his lips. And then his skin. And then a bit more.
The music was louder than my thoughts. Monaco is a beautiful country with even more beautiful people.
Steph grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bar. "One Jack Daniel's with coke and one Cosmopolitan, please." She told the bartender.
"Cosmopolitan?" I asked.
"Oh girl, it's so good. It's vodka with cranberry juice, lemon juice, syrup, and..." She stopped for a second while her eyes drifted to something behind me. "Oh god, he's cute." I was going to turn around and look until she stopped me. "Wait, don't turn yet!"
By that time, the bartender put our drinks in front of us. I thanked him. "Girl, he's looking at you."
"Is he your kind of cute or mine?"
"I would do it sober, on a Monday." Okay. I have to turn around and see said man. "If he wants anything, he'll come to us." She dragged me to another part of the bar.
We danced and drank, and slowly I was forgetting about the 'gorgeous' man. I checked my phone. 12:00.
It has been two hours since we got to the bar.
When the song ended, we headed to the bar area, I asked the bartender for another drink. "Wait here, I have to run to the bathroom," Steph yelled in my ear and then made a beeline to the bathroom. I took the scenery in. The music was louder than before and everyone was dancing to a song I don't know of.
The bartender put the drink in front of me, and I thanked him again. I lost count of how many times I have thanked him.
"This is your fourth drink, is it not?" I heard a male voice next to me. I turned to see the owner of the voice.
Green eyes. Dimpled smile. His body leaned to mine.
"You're keeping tabs on me?" I asked.
"Hard not to," he said. He turned to the bartender and said, "Fermer la onglet. apporte-elle de l'eau. Je paierai la facture." (Close the tab, and bring her some water. I will pay for her bill.) The bartender nodded. The man turned to me again.
"What did you tell him?" I'm not even going to lie. His accent was very sexy.
"Nothing much. C'mon. Let's dance." he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor.
He pulled me close to his body. Very close. His green eyes and hands were all over me. And I let him.
He leaned closer to my ear and said, "So are you going to tell me your name or will I only know as the beautiful foreign girl?"
"You think I'm beautiful?" I asked laughing a bit.
"Everybody in this room thinks you are beautiful," he smiled, "So?"
"y/n," I told him. He repeated my name again, trying to see how my name feels on his lips. "And you?" I asked him.
"Charles" I repeated his name and his smile got wider. Deepening his dimples. "Leclerc"
Somewhere in the room, a phone rang. I was entangled with Charles that I just let it ring. His face is so calm, without worries.
"I can feel you staring at me, mon cherie," he murmured. "do you always stare at people when you wake up?"
"Not always," I said. "you're the only exception." He smiled at my comment and opened his eyes.
"Hello"
"Hi," I whispered.
"Was that your phone or mine?" He asked.
"I don't know. If it's important, they'll ring again." As soon as the words left my mouth. The phone rang again. I let out a little whine that made Charles laugh.
"That's your phone, that's not my ringtone." I got out of bed and looked for the phone.
"I can feel you staring at me, mon cherie" I mocked him.
"A sight like you should be stared at all the time." I smiled at his comment. I found my phone in between the pile of clothes that was left on the floor. Steph <3 appeared on my screen.
I lay on the bed again with Charles and answered the phone.
"Hey bitch, I've been calling you all morning"
"Sorry" I answered "I just woke up"
"Are you still with the French boy?" Steph asked with a joking tone. I can't remember most of last night. But she knows about Charles and the fact he speaks French.
"I'm Monegasque," He said a bit loud, just for her to hear.
"He says he's Monegasque" I repeated.
"Uhhh, native. I like it. Well, text me when you're on your way back" With that, she hangs up. I looked back at Charles.
"So, another round?"
At first, Steph was excited for me. She was hoping for Charles to be the next thing to occupy my mind instead of my parents.
She wasn't wrong. The Monegasque lived in my mind rent-free for the past month. Especially after I found out I was pregnant.
Two pink lines.
Positive.
"So? What does it say?" Steph asked. I didn't say anything. Tears started to form in my eyes. "Oh god, I need a drink" She disappeared from the bathroom to the kitchen.
Steph made me take a pregnancy test after several different random cravings that I had. She had enough of me after I ate a burger with extra extra pickles, and then more pickles on the side. For context, I hate pickles, with my life.
Fuck.
"y/n... what are you gonna do?" I haven't realized that she came back into the room, a glass of wine in her hand.
"well... what's done it's done. it's my responsibility to take care so it." I answered.
"Yeah! But so it's his! He has to be responsible too!" she yelled.
I let the tears run down my face. "And how?! I don't have his number! It's not like I could just send him a text saying 'Hey! remember when we fucked a month ago? well, I'm pregnant now, congrats! be responsible and take care of it"
Steph stayed quiet for a moment, just staring at me. After a while, she said, "Do you think he is on Instagram? I mean, think about it, almost everyone is on Instagram." she waved her wine at me.
"And if he's not?" my voice broke for a moment. This is all too much for me. I am overwhelmed and drowning in my own feelings.
"We can only hope so." She put her wine on top of the dresser and reached for her back pocket for her phone. "What was his name again?"
"Charles," I said.
"Love, I'm going to need more than that"
"Umm... His last name was a hard one. It was Lec... Lec-something"
For a moment, she looked at me and then back at her phone. "Leclerc?" She asked, doubt very clear in her voice.
"Yes! Leclerc. Why? Did you find him? You should get a job in the FBI" I commented while fidgeting with my hands. I was very nervous.
"Is it him?" She turned her phone towards me. The first thing I see was a black and white picture of Charles sitting on top of a counter with an Alfa Romeo jacket. The date was March 4, 2018. Just a few days before we met.
"Yes," I confirmed, "Wow, you are better than a PI" She slide her finger up a little and I looked at the username. Charles_leclerc with a verified check. "He's verified? Why is he verified?" I felt my heart going eighty miles per hour.
"You fucked and got pregnant by a Formula One driver," Steph said, in a monotone voice.
Oh fuck.
"What do I do now?" I asked her as I made my way to my bed to sit down.
"Well, you know who he is now. You just gotta find a way to find him and tell him." She said as she sat down and wrapped her arms around me.
Yeah. Right. Like that's going to be easy.
May 2018
"When will the phase of puking stops when pregnant?" I asked Steph as I rubbed my small bump.
"You're asking the wrong person. I am not Google" She replied.
"You would be more awesome if you were Google" I joked as I sat at the dinner table.
The aroma of pho and fried dumplings is drugging me right now. Steph is a great chef. So am I, but I hate washing dishes.
I am glad I have Steph to take care of me. Steph has been my best friend for the longest, she's a year older than me, but she treats me and takes care of me as if I'm her daughter. She was there for me when my parents died. She dropped everything and came with me across the world. And now she's taking care of me while being pregnant. I truly don't know what I would do without her.
Steph served me chicken pho and eight delicious fried pork dumplings. I waited for her to sit down.
She glanced at me for a second and then smiled. "You look like a child, waiting for permission to eat."
I laughed. "Well, I'm sorry I waited for you," I said as I grabbed the spoon and put some of the broth in it, and then took it to my mouth. It is so savory. "This is so good" I grabbed the chopsticks and grabbed a dumpling. I blow a bit into it so I don't burn myself. I took a big bite. "Oh my gosh, this is the best dumpling."
"You know what's better than a fried dumpling?" she asked while she wiggled her eyebrows.
"A soup dumpling!" I said. As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard a ting! coming from my phone. I thought my phone was in silence. We both laughed a bit at the timing and sound of the phone.
I turned my phone, immediately illuminating from the raise to wake mode. My smile dropped.
+377 123 456 7890
Hey, this is Charles. I'm in Monaco for a few weeks, mon cherie. Do you want to meet? 😉
I slammed my phone back to the table and looked at Steph. "What?" she asked. I looked back at my phone, making sure it wasn't a hallucination in my head. The text message was still there.
With shaken hands, I hand her my phone while I eat the other portion of the dumpling. She looked at the text, then at me. "Oh fuck..."
Oh fuck indeed.
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