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crazy | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.7k words request: yes/no by an anon: "could you write something where y/n is charles’ media aid? like the person that walks around with them? and he’s madly in love with her." warnings: kinga angsty? language, i wrote part of his on my phone so i'm sorry for any mistakes. also, not proofread, i wrote this in the spur of the moment after sharl's magnificent win. a/n: not me posting at 3am again.

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as the laps and time were ticking down, your foot started tapping incessantly against the floor. even though he had a significant advantage over the runner-up, anything could happen.

a deep, long sigh left your lungs as you watched charles cross the line for the last lap of the race. you'd been a little nervous when he was asking to go for the fastest lap, but xavi reassured him he was safe, and charles decided to keep going.

you had your phone and recorder in hand, ready to leave the garage the second charles crossed the finish line.

"first grand slam in a long time," xavi told you, a satisfied smile on his face. your eyes widened, a big grin spreading on your face at the realization. what a weekend. "go," he pointed with his head, you noticed the rest of the team running toward the pit fence to cheer charles on as he only had one more corner to go before crossing the line, claiming his second win of the year.

you did, squeezing past everyone, being pressed against the wall. but it was worth it. seeing charles cross the line, the cheer of the crowd and the adrenaline that was palpable in the atmosphere around the track was a feeling that you couldn't explain, that you wouldn't trade for the world.

after that, you ran to where the podium celebration would take place, both because you wanted to congratulate him, and because it was your job to be with him for the press obligations after.

it was thrilling, as well, to keep your relationship a secret from everyone. it was such a natural transition from coworkers to lovers, that not much had changed since the beginning of your relationship. you being his media officer certainly did make it easier for you two to spend time together, you had the advantage that people were already so used to seeing you walking side by side, to you being one of the first people to be there for him after a race, but no one knew about the hidden reason why.

seeing charles jump out of the car, raising his fist in celebration, was something you didn't think you could ever get tired of. you smiled and cheered and clapped with the rest of the team around you, grinning so hard that your cheeks were starting to hurt. charles finally made his way toward you, letting himself receive pats on the back from everyone as his blushed cheeks and shy eyes looked around him.

he’d gotten used to having you by his side immediately after the race. he longed for the feeling of having you enveloped in his arms. it didn’t take too long for that to happen, he spotted you and quickly, but still wary of not being too obvious, he pulled you close to him, the barrier separating you both from the waist down.

“you freaking did it again, champ!” you yelled, not being sure if he was able to hear you, but you couldn’t keep it in much longer. “you just got a grand slam!” you patted his helmet, watching his eyes crinkling as he smiled harder.

your interaction didn’t last as long as you wanted it to, he had to be interviewed in just a few minutes, and he still had to recompose himself and drink some water to recover from the intense almost two hours. you watched him walk away, but he turned around, giving you a wink. you chuckled, ever since you started dating, you’d tease him endlessly about his poor attempts at winking, and after that, he started practicing more and more, but even now after almost three years, he was still struggling, which made him all more adorable.

the other two podium finishers went up, you clapped for them as well, but all your excitement, and support, went to the monegasque driver. you allowed yourself to let loose a little, screaming the italian anthem at the top of your lungs alongside your coworkers, your celebration grew once he was handed the trophy. he looked directly at you, winking one more time. you could already see all the posts on social media about his little action, gushing about how adorable he looked, how he could not be stopped.

once the music died down, you put yourself in work mode, slipping past the barriers, you made your way around the paddock quickly to lead charles to the media pen. as you waited for him, you grabbed your phone and checked the order in which he was to go and talk to the interviewers. you looked up, seeing charles already walking your way.

you gave him another hug, a shorter one this time.

“charles leclerc, what a race,” you smiled, seeing his red cheeks up close was a privilege you felt thankful for having.

“merci, mon amour,” he replied, and you wanted nothing but to grab his face in your hands and kiss him until you were both breathless.

“how does it feel to extend your championship lead?” you asked, grabbing his forearm and leading him to the right direction, walking past people that were in your way.

“ah, i don’t want to jinx anything, but… you know. i have a good feeling,” he admitted, you raised an eyebrow at him.

“it’s not jinxing, it’s manifesting,” you laughed, turning your head to see charles rolling his eyes jokingly as he drank from his water bottle.

“okay, we’re manifesting a world championship,” he kept going, you nodded at him.

“that’s what i like to hear,” you could hear the rumble of the people in and around the media pen.

“you know… when i saw you from up there in the podium, i really wanted nothing more than to have you by my side.” his words take you by surprise. of course you’d talked about going public, but you were both equally as devoted to each other without the need to have millions of prying eyes analyzing every single moment of your relationship. plus, that also meant that you had to come clean to the team as well, and that was something you were putting off for as long as you could.

“hmm… maybe next time you win you can ask to have your hardworking public relationships officer up there with you,” you spoke as you were nearing the entrance to the pen, you took your phone and started scanning through the interviewers, spotting where charles was supposed to go to first.

“maybe i will,” his words caught you by surprise, but you couldn’t reply because as soon as he got near his first interview spot, he got caught in the routine of retelling his race and how he was feeling at that moment.

you loved your job, you truly did, but you just could not concentrate after what charles had just said. you trusted that he wasn’t telling anything he shouldn’t because otherwise both of you would be in trouble. but your mind was elsewhere. maybe you were just overthinking.

“yeah, it was very fun to be up there again, the car was feeling amazing all weekend, and the team, really did a good job. everyone in the team deserves a chance to be up in the podium, so we will have to keep working hard to make sure the team gets the recognition they deserve,” that part you did hear. and it made your breath hitch. you were 100% sure that he really was serious about having you up there with him.

once he wrapped up the interview, you walked him to the next one, and you gasped, again, when you felt his fingers brushing against the back of your hand.

“charles,” you warned him, but he gave you a sheepish smile before he was, once again, caught up with another interview.

“yes, like i told my beautiful media officer here, i do not want to jinx anything, but she says we’re manifesting, so, maybe i will have to look more into that and see if we can manifest a championship this year,” those words were what made your face warm-up, you shook your head slightly, smiling at charles and the interviewer, who was now paying more attention to you.

“are you crazy?” you whispered as you waited for the driver who was currently speaking to your next interviewer to wrap up.

“for you,” he answered shortly after, this time brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“will you please stop? i don’t want to get fired,” you whispered again, fearing that someone might hear you.

“you won’t. if anything, now they have another reason not to fire you. i’ll leave if you leave,”

“you don’t mean that,” you said.

“but i do. and it’s true. if you’re out, i’m out.”

“but i don’t want you intervening in my work, i don’t-”

“it won’t. i promise.”

the first round of interviews was over, and as you walked to the room where the press conference would take place, you spoke.

“do you want to go public?” you asked, he turned to look at you.

“do you?”

“i don’t know. it’s just… i don’t think i’ve ever seen you this vocal about or work relationship, now i’m not too sure how the public will react,”

“i want nothing more than to kiss you at the end of every race, i feel fortunate enough to be able to be with you almost every day, and i do not take that for granted. i don’t want to hide something that makes me so happy, something that makes me get out of bed each morning and work my ass off so i can be the best version of myself. for you.”

you didn’t expect his sudden speech, you listened, not a word leaving your lips.

“i will not pressure you into doing something you don’t want or are not ready for. i just don’t want to hide my love for you. you and i deserve better than that,” he finished, his fingers grazing yours for one second before he was ushered into his chair, the other two podium finishers already sitting there, waiting for him so they could start.

there were a couple of things that you felt like you could do all day, everyday, and never get tired of it. one of them was hearing charles speak. there was something in his voice that told you that everything he said was true, and that he meant it. as you heard him recap his race in just a few short sentences, you allowed yourself to think about what he told you before he sat down on that chair in the middle of the other two drivers.

the walk back to the motorhome was an interrupted one, everyone wanted a picture with charles, and he didn’t deny it to anyone. he didn’t have anything urgent to do, so he took the time to thank the fans for their support. you and charles didn’t get to talk much for the rest of the walk, you really didn’t want this fantastic day to end on a sad note.

you parted ways in the motorhome, you had to hand out the recorder to the media supervisor, and charles had to clean himself up a little, take a quick shower in the bathroom. minutes later, after filling in your supervisor about what had been said, and listening to suggestions about charles’ media posts, you stepped out of the small office. you had a weird feeling as you walked past charles’ private room, you needed to speak to him. you needed to make up your mind. you needed to do what was best for your relationship.

you glanced around you, seeing that the coast was clear, you snuck into his driver’s room, closing the door and locking it, you leaned your forehead against the door, taking a deep breath. at least now you had time to think whilst charles was gone.

“mon ange?” his voice startled you. you turned around with slightly wide eyes.

“i- i didn’t think you’d be here,” you said, taking slow steps toward him. the top part of his race suit was gone, hanging from his hips.

“oh,” was all he said.

“i haven’t kissed you,” you realized, thinking out loud, charles nodded.

“i know,”

“i want to kiss you,” you said.

“do it,”

“i-i want to kiss you. you just got a grand slam and won your second race so far, i’m so fucking proud of you that i want to tell everyone i know that i was right, that i knew you have what it takes to become a world champion. i want to scream at the top of my lungs how happy i am every time you cross that finish line, no matter the result, i want to be the first person to congratulate you, or comfort you, or just stand next to you if that is what you need. i want to do that,” you blurted out, the sentences leaving your lips quickly, the words coming out without you thinking twice.

“you-we don’t have to-”

“but i want to, i do. i really do. i want to show you off and tell everyone who dreams about having a chance with you to fuck off because you’re mine, and you have been for a long time now. fuck, i love you so much that it drives me insane,”

“you’re crazy,” he smiled, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up and twirling you around. you placed your hands on his neck, fingers slipping through his hair. you both laughed.

“i’m crazy for you,” you admitted, calling back to what he had previously said. “i love you,”

“i love you too.”

finally, after what seemed like an eternity, your lips met in a wild embrace. you poured all the pent-up emotions into it, matching his fierce kiss with as much intensity. you groaned as you felt his hands drop to your waist, squeezing possessively.

it’s a tradition that after every race, you post something in support of your drivers. later that night, as you lie on your bed, that you had to sleep alone in, since charles slept in his own hotel room, you scroll through the pictures that the team photographer sent out. you select a few typing a couple sentences where you explained how happy and proud you were of your team.

then, you started preparing a different post.

one minute before the clock hit midnight, you got a text.

‘no backing out now.’

‘we’ve been together for almost three years, charles. i’m not going anywhere.’

you waited until the time changed, tapping the blue post text at the top of your screen.

the same picture made its way into the timeline of both your followers and also charles’, with a different caption. a picture of you two hugging after the race, the barrier separating your lower halves, but you were as close as you could.

‘for the past three years i’ve gotten to witness the real and genuine talent you possess. i’m lucky enough to call you an inspiration, a friend, and a lover. i know this is just getting started, and i can’t wait to be with you every step of the way. love you, champ.’

you smiled to yourself, clicking on charles’ profile to read what he had written.

‘there is nothing like a hug from your number one supporter after a fun race. thank you for all you do for me, you save my life in more ways than one, each day. the future looks is bright for us. crazy for you, today and forever. my angel.’

you felt tears in your eyes as you took a deep breath in as you scanned his words. it took you one second to slip your feet into your slippers and rush to your door, grabbing your key, you opened the door.

you barely took one step out the room when you heard the elevator ding, the doors opening to reveal charles, rushing out of there. a smile made its way onto his face as he ran to you, leading you back into your room, you were ready for a sleepless night with your champion.

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