Uncle Darling | C. Leclerc

uncle darling | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.3k request: yes/no by an anon: "hey, can i request a imagine with charles leclerc where you arrive on a date with charles leclerc's family with a baby in their arms and everyone asks you if it's yours but in reality it is your sister's who asked you to keep it urgently, please?" prompt: babysitter canceled/family date night from this prompt list. warnings: kids, fluff, language, the leclerc brothers sharing one braincell, i think that's it. a/n: we're almost done with this!!! i was worried i wasn't going to finish this one in time, and i'm not that happy with how this turned out, but i tried my best. i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them. my askbox is always open for requests, currently the only drivers i write for are lando, mick, pierre, charles and george.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist

the moment you and charles started dating, his family welcomed you with opened arms immediately. often, you’d find yourself hanging out with pascale, going out for a girls’ day just the two of you. you’d discuss different topics with lorenzo, which you both left with more knowledge than you started the night with. and with arthur, you’d cheer for him whenever he got into his race car, the weekends where he and charles would have races together were probably one of the best ones for you.

needless to say, you loved them and they loved you just as much. which was why you decided to throw a little celebration party for arthur, who was about to have the last race of the championship he was currently taking part in. and since everyone’s schedules were pretty hectic, the only available day was valentine’s day.

“charles, you haven’t seen your family in a bit, and you’re leaving on wednesday.” you explained, pressing a soft kiss on his lips to stop him from pouting. “plus, you were the one who suggested we do something in the first place!” you place a hand on your hip, raising an eyebrow.

“but not on valentine’s day! i want you all to myself,” he slid his hands around your waist, pulling you close to his front. you tried to keep a stern face, but the way he left small kisses and bites on your neck made it impossible.

“then you’ll call your mom and cancel,” you said, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“she’ll kill me. and you know she loves you more than she loves any of us.” he rolled his eyes, making you laugh.

you were about to say something when your phone rang, you kissed his cheek quickly before slipping away from his embrace.

“hello?” you answered, lifting the phone up to your ear.

“(y/n)! thank god you answered,” it was your sister.

“what happened?” you asked, sitting down on a stool in the kitchen.

“so, you know valentine’s day is tomorrow, and ben and i have plans, obviously.”

“okay…” you butted in, not knowing where this story was going.

“but, turns out our babysitter got sick. and we don’t have anyone to watch mila. so, i was wondering if…”

“you want me to look after mila tomorrow,” you finished for her, hearing her sighing on the other end of the line.

“could you? please? i haven’t left the house in weeks, and i’m in desperate need of some alone time. i love my child, i really do, but, i want a night for myself,”

“i get it. can i call you back in a bit?”

“sure. and if you can’t look after her it’s fine, we’ll think of something else,”

“don’t worry, i had some things planned but i think she can join us,”

“oh, thank you so much! i swear, whenever you and charles have kids i’ll be the first one to volunteer to look after them,” she sighed, making you laugh.

“well, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, i’ll call you back in five minutes, okay?”

“yeah, okay,” she hung up after that. now, to tell charles the news.

“baaabyyy,” you sang, in the same tone of voice you always used when you wanted something.

“who was it?” he opened his arms, inviting you to join him on the bed, where he was currently laying on.

“my sister, she wanted to ask for a favor,” you started, leaving small kisses on his chin, his cheek.

“what kind of favor?” he asked, his hand slipping under your shirt, meeting the skin of your back.

“they were planning to go out tomorrow-” you started and charles interrupted you.

“like all normal couples, do,” you rolled your eyes.

“yes, whatever. but, as it turns out, mila’s babysitter is sick. which means, they need me to look after her,” you said, pecking his lips.

“aw, baby mila,” he pouted, and you nodded. charles absolutely loved your two-year-old niece with his entire heart. he’d play tea parties with her, dress up in whatever princess costume she wanted him to wear.

“i know. and i know that you wanted to cancel the dinner with your family, but, why don’t we do both? look after mila and spend time with your family,” you suggested, and he gave in.

“fine. but as soon as that kid falls asleep, i’m not responsible for my actions,” he said, grabbing your waist and turning you over so he was now on top of you.

“okay,” you laughed in between kisses.

-

“thank you so much, i promise we’ll be here early tomorrow to pick her up,” your sister said as she handed you mila’s bag with everything she might need for the rest of the afternoon and the next morning.

“don’t worry, you guys enjoy your night together, have fun!” you said, taking mila from your sister’s arms, the girl had fallen asleep on their way to your home.

“lifesaver. love you!” she leaned down to kiss mila’s head, waved her hand and rushed to the car, where her husband was waiting.

“come on, baby mila,” you balanced the sleeping toddler in your arms, closing the door behind you and walking to your living room.

the house was quiet, charles was out getting some things you still needed for that night’s dinner, so it was just you and the baby for a little while. you set her things down, sitting with her in your arms. you took your phone out, scrolling mindlessly until your eyes started feeling heavy. you let sleep take over you, wrapping your arms around mila protectively.

about twenty minutes later, charles walked in, holding several bags of snacks, and ingredients you needed for dinner.

“amour?” he called, setting the bags down on the kitchen island. “baby?” he tried again, this time hearing a soft sigh coming from the living room. he walked in, seeing mila moving in your arms, her eyes opening slowly as she yawned.

“ma?” she asked, looking around, “auntie ange,” she gasped once she saw you sleeping.

“hi, mila,” charles said, catching her attention. the girl was lying on her stomach, and she turned her head as she heard his voice.

“uncle darling!” she exclaimed. since she’d started talking, she’d call you both by the nicknames you used for each other- charles loved calling you ‘mon ange’, and you always called him ‘darling’. it was no surprise when the girl started repeating the words. mila tried to turn around, charles smiled and leaned down to grab her.

“how are you, baby princess?” charles kissed mila’s head as she leaned it against his shoulder.

“where’s ma and da?” she asked as they walked to the kitchen.

“i think they already left, mon coeur,” he set the girl on the kitchen island as he began taking the groceries out. “did they tell you you’re staying with us?” he asked as he washed an apple.

“yeah, i sleep with you and auntie ange,” she giggled as charles handed her a slice of the apple.

“that’s right. what did you and auntie ange do when i was gone?” he asked, handing the girl another slice once she finished her first one.

“i was asleep in the car, i didn’t know i was with ange,” she nibbled on her fruit, charles nodded in understanding. “can we play?” she asked.

“give me one minute, ma belle, okay? i just need to put this away and we can play all you want,” the girl nodded, swinging her legs over the edge of the marble island, “careful,” charles said, even though his back was toward her.

“how did you know?” mila gasped, eyes blown wide as she carefully moved her dangling legs.

“i have powers,” charles laughed, turning toward the girl, hands ready to tickle her.

“uncle darling! no!” mila giggled uncontrollably, doubling over to cover her stomach. “stop!”

“but the tickle monster wants more tickles!” charles yelled, pressing soft kisses all over the girl’s head as the girl fought against him.

“what is going on here? tickle war without me?” you appeared, standing in the doorway, a hand on your hip as you watched the two of them.

“auntie ange!” mila squealed, trying to get off the island to run to you, but charles held her back, helping her down instead. two little arms wrapped around your legs, your hands went to mila’s hair, the perfect blonde curls that made her look like a princess even when she’d just woken up from a nap and was having a tickle war.

“i see you woke up before me, cupcake.” you crouched in front of her.

“yeah, uncle darling woke me up!” she accused him, and you gasped.

“did he?” mila nodded, “well, i’m sure he didn’t mean to. listen, baby princess, in a few hours, uncle darling’s brothers and his mom are coming over, okay?” the girl nodded after a few seconds, “okay, we are all going to have a nice dinner, is that alright?”

“yeah. they play with me?” she looked at charles, who nodded as he walked to you, picking her up. you stood up, leaning against charles’s free shoulder.

“of course! we can all play outside after we’re done. does that sound nice?” charles asked, kissing her cheek. mila nodded.

the three of you started getting the food ready. it was nothing fancy, but with the presence of a toddler, it took you twice the time to get everything done because she wanted to help. you let her, of course. you loved spending time with her and getting to show her new things was one of your favorite things ever.

“and now, we wait for a bit until it finishes baking,” you explained, seeing mila looking at the banana bread you made together through the glass of the oven door.

“i smell bananas,” charles stated as he walked down the stairs. he’d gotten a shower while you and mila made the bread.

“come on, mila, let’s change your clothes,” you made grabby hands at her, but she shook her head, crossing her arms over her shoulders.

“uncle darling!” you looked at charles, who raised his hands in defeat.

“fine, you go with uncle darling, i’ll go take a shower, okay?” you leaned down to kiss her forehead, she nodded. “she’s all yours, uncle darling,” you tapped his chest twice, walking away.

“what do you want to wear, mila?” charles asked, grabbing her tiny hand and leading her to the living room, where he grabbed her bag and then they went to the guest bedroom downstairs.

“pink tutu!” she giggled, charles scanned through all the things your sister had packed, spotting the pink tulle skirt. “rainbow unicorn shirt!” she grabbed it.

“here,” charles handed her a pair of thick, pink tights, “do we like these?”

“yeah! i’ll be a rainbow unicorn ballerina princess!” she giggled, grabbing her toy crown and placing it on her head. charles laughed, nodding at the innocence and imagination of the girl.

“yes, you are!” he told her. "can you change while i take the banana bread out of the oven?" he asked, and the girl nodded. he laid out the clothes for her and bolted out of there. once he returned, he found the spare hairbrush you kept for her. “are you excited about tonight?" he asked once he returned, the girl was ready, she only had to put on her tutu.

"yes. i want to play with all of you. can we play princess and the dragon and the knights and-" she rambled, but was cut off by the doorbell ringing. "my tutu!" she jumped down from the bed and pulled the tutu up her skirt. "let's go uncle darling!" she grabbed charles's hand and led him to the door. "up!" she extended her arms and charles picked her up, placing a soft kiss on her cheek as she circled his neck with her arms.

"what the fu-fork!" arthur almost slipped up, but his mother elbowed him and he corrected himself.

"charles?" his mom asked as charles and mila moved out of the way to let them all in.

"who's this?" lorenzo asked, waving at the girl, who leaned her head in the crook of charles's neck.

"i'm a rainbow unicorn ballerina prin- my crown! uncle darling, my crown!" she squealed, wiggling in his arms until charles put her down. as soon as her little feet touched the floor she set off looking for her crown.

"did you adopt a child and didn't tell us?" arthur narrowed his eyes at him.

"aw, i always knew you were going to be a dad first out of all of us," lorenzo clapped his shoulder.

"did you two not hear what the girl called him?" pascale asked, standing between her two sons.

"uncle darling! i'm a rainbow unicorn ballerina princess!" she sang, twirling around, showing the glitter of her tutu.

"uncle-" arthur started.

"darling," lorenzo finished. "(y/n)'s niece?" he guessed, and Charles nodded.

"auntie ange!" mila cheered as you walked down the stairs.

"hi, everyone!" you said hi to all of them, lifting mila up in your arms, "i see you've met miss mila over here, she's my niece. did you say hi?" you asked, leaning your nose on her cheek.

"hi!" she waved at them.

after the first introductions were made, you all went to your kitchen, where you finished preparing the food as mila played with arthur.

"my brothers thought mila was ours," charles whispered as you set the table.

"wait, really?" you asked, smiling.

"apparently lorenzo always knew i'd be the first to have kids," he rolled his eyes, walking to you, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you until your back met his chest.

"ha!" you cackled, "i can see it, though."

"me too. to be honest, i've always pictured myself as a young father. and you?"

"gotta put a ring on it first," you leaned your head back against his shoulder, watching through the kitchen window as lorenzo joined his younger brother and mila outside. "she's got them wrapped around her little finger," you chuckled.

"and if that's how they are with our niece, imagine how they'll be with…"

"i know," you smiled, moving your head to the side, placing a kiss on his cheek. "i want one."

"as soon as she falls asleep, i swear," he promised.

"okay," you laughed.

1K!!! THATS INSANE!!

I would love to request to hear from our sunkissed couple again - i would love to see charles meeting the parents, because we know how much of a fan her dad is!!

You had no idea how you managed to keep the secret for that long, but damn it did feel glorious to watch your dad’s face crumble as you presented him with a paddock pass with his name and face on it. The lanyard was neon green, branded with the F1 logo and as you passed it around his neck, you were almost certain that tears were welling up in his eyes. 

And he wasn’t even close to the biggest surprise yet. 

When Charles invited you to Silverstone, you were ecstatic to say the least. You had already planned to go but couldn’t have found cheap tickets and were on the lookout for resellers who might sell their tickets back. You only needed two, one for you and one for your dad, but you only had managed to almost get scammed in the process. So when Charles offered for you to be his guest, you had one condition and one only: you and your dad were a package deal. 

Charles was so happy to comply, it filled your heart with warmth and happiness. The fact that he was adamant that you would only come with your dad was absolutely adorable and even more so when he learned that you hadn’t told him anything about the fact that you were seeing each other. Dating? Was he your boyfriend? He had no idea and to be honest, he wasn’t as pressed about it either. He was just glad to spend time with you, whether it was to kiss you and cuddle with you or just to talk. If you wanted him to be your boyfriend, he would gladly be so. If you wanted to introduce him to your dad as just a friend, he would smile and shake his hand either way. This wasn’t time for the big debates on whether or not you were his girlfriend. And you were thankful for that. 

“How the hell are we in the paddock?” Your dad kept muttering, walking next to you.

“I told you, I got those passes through someone I know,” You grinned.

“Do I have to send a gift basket to Tom again?” Your dad rolled his eyes. “I love this kid to death but he has to stop with the gifts.”

“It’s not Tom,” You giggled. “But you’re gonna like him either way.”

“Oh so it’s a “he”, then,” Your dad teased.

“Stop digging for intel, you’re gonna know soon anyway,” You laughed.

The more you walked through the paddock, the faster your heart beat. You hadn’t seen Charles in almost a month, ever since you left from the French GP with an usual hole in your chest, shaped like your favorite monégasque. You had texted and called, of course, and you had watched every bit of content you could find to feel closer to him but nothing would ever replace the feeling of his arms around your waist and of his lips on the crook of your neck. You couldn’t wait to get him back. 

The walk in the paddock still felt foreign and if it wasn’t for the couple of familiar faces that you crossed path with, you could have felt terribly out of place. But you kept on walking, waving back at Pierre who you properly met about a month ago and who had followed you on Instagram to chat, in the following days of your meeting. 

Next to you, your dad gasped at your familiarity with the driver, making you stop wondering where your fangirl tendency could have come from. Your dad was a fangirl. There was no way you didn’t inherit those genes from him. There was no way you would be able to contain your giggles either when he’d finally understand that you were headed to the Ferrari garage.

“I’m not sure we’re supposed to be going to this part of the paddock”, Your dad mumbled, a bit embarrassed and turning shier by the second.

“I’m certain we are,” You teased back, dragging him by the arm until you crossed the row of trucks with the different teams’ logos on them. 

“Holy shit, this is the actual pitlane,” Your dad almost sobbed. “This is incredible. How the heck am I here?”

“Wait until you see where we’re gonna watch the race,” You grinned mischievously.

Charles had been the best sport you could find. He knew how much you owed your dad for your love of Formula One and since it was his first time meeting him, he wanted to impress. He had scored you two seats inside the garage, so you could follow the race on the different screens and watch the pit stops happen in real time. You would be basking in the racing vibes of the Scuderia and he had already planned to shower you with enough merch to last a lifetime. Your dad was about to combust and he wanted to make sure of it. Selfishly, he also wanted to make a good first impression. Not that he was trying to buy your dad, but if he was.. The way to your dad’s heart was about to be easier than ever expected…

“Oh Lord, can we walk up to the Ferrari garage? Is that allowed? Or are we gonna get booted out of here?”

“Sure, let’s walk to the Ferrari garage,” You laughed. 

“Maybe.. Maybe not so close. I don’t want to get shooed away. Stop- What the bloody hell are you doing? You can’t just walk into a garage!! Oh my Lord, I raised a complete nutcase,” Your dad spilled out so fast it was actually comical. 

“Dad, welcome to the Ferrari garage,” You grinned, opening an arm to welcome him in, as if you had any say over who’s allowed in and who isn’t. 

You didn’t have much time before you could warn him about what happened. One second you were trying not to explode in tears of laughter in front of his bewildered face and the next, a head was nested in the little space between your shoulder and your neck. You raised a gentle hand, resting it in the messy hair that you could feel tickling your skin and smiled at the familiar feeling of Charles hugging you from behind. He dropped a gentle kiss on your skin, squeezing your sides in his grabby hands and immediately straightened back up to face your father, whose mouth was shaped as a perfect O and who couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

“Dad, I want you to meet Charles,” You introduced them both. “Charles, this is my dad, possibly your biggest fan,” You giggled.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Sir,” Charles started, presenting a hand to your dad. “I heard I was to thank you for raising a Ferrari fan as a daughter. I must say I’m super grateful for that, meeting your daughter has been a highlight of my year.”

“Shut. Up,” Your dad spat. “You know Charles Leclerc?!” He whisper-yelled at you. “You know Charles Leclerc and you didn’t tell me anything?!”

“Dad, he can hear you,” You laughed. “Yes, I know Charles.”

“Was he the one whose hand I could see on that car in Monaco? Were you that hand?!” He finally addressed Charles, who was still waiting to shake his hand.

“I’m quite sure I was,” Charles blushed, amused. “Your daughter’s been a delight to have around in Monaco.”

“Oh my God, this is the best day of my life, I need to sit down,” Your dad started to hyperventilate. “She’s hanging out with a Ferrari driver and she doesn’t bloody tell me. This is the best thing in my life right now,” He ranted. 

“Dad, Charles is still waiting to shake your hand,” You smiled.

“Oh yeah, sorry Son, yeah, ahem, big fan,” Your dad blushed (blushed!!), finally greeting Charles. “Phenomenal drive. Such bad luck in Monaco. My my. Love what you’re doing. You’re the best. Hope you win today.”

“That’s the goal, I’ll do my best. In the meantime, you’re welcome to watch the race from here. There’s a seat with your name on it. Well, not quite literally, but you know what I mean. I also got you a pair of headphones so you could listen to my radio, in case you’re interested in that. It protects the ears from the loud noises, too.”

“Oh man, I think I’m gonna fall in love with you,” Your father almost cried, before launching himself to the chair waiting for him like he had fire underneath his ass. 

“You think I made a good impression?” Charles almost grimaced.

“I think he already loves you very much,” You replied, amused. “You made his entire year. Thank you for everything, it means the world to me to have him experience such a thing.”

“Then it means the world to me too. Anything for you,” He smiled. “Am I allowed to kiss you or is that tempting my luck too much?” He cringed.

“You are absolutely 100% allowed to kiss me,” You smiled, rising to your tippytoes to kiss him yourself. “He’s deep into a screen, watching the replays of your onboard anyway.”

“I’m glad he likes me,” Charles sighed, relieved.

“What can I say? Must be a family thing,” You joked, kissing him again.

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pairing: king!bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3,346

summary: You’re nothing more than a servant who happens to warm the bed of the king.  At least, that’s what you thought you were.

warnings: Some swearing, little bit of violence

a/n:  This was written for @cametobuyplums‘s 2000 Plums Writing Challenge!  Congratulations!  My prompt was “Pour moi, c’est toi la plus belle : to me, you are the prettiest.”  Also, shout out to my betas that basically agreed to read this because we’re in a group chat and I’m a brainless noodle that needs all the help I can get: @wastedavenger @curvybihufflepuff @siren-kitten-his @starwarsgazer Let me know what y’all think!

You were angry.

No, angry was too simple a word.  You were vexed, aggrieved, irate.  And you had every god damn right to be.

Well, kind of.

“What has you all riled up?” Wanda asked as she sidled up next to you.  You were two peas in a pod with your matching servant’s dresses.  They were slightly nicer than your usual uniforms, trading plain brown wool for dark blue muslin.

“Nothing,” you said with a huff as your eyes landed on the King, who was currently twirling Princess Natalia around the ballroom.

But your best friend was as observant as ever, her eyes following your gaze.  “She’s beautiful.”

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