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🗣️ "Of course we need to be gladiators, but when it comes to the heat, there's only so much the body can take."

Drivers boiling alive inside of a cockpit is not and shouldn’t ever be a benchmark on how “tough” they are as people. Once again, he is right.

I am so late with this but who will stop me huh??? Anyways this scene made me wanna cry ngl besties

this is so cute

I SAW MOMMY KISSING SANTA CLAUS

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: nothing just fluff, use of Y/n + fem!R, use of petnames, husband/dad!Charles content, i chose the names of the children because yes, also Aurora is the same kid from this story (it's not a part 2, i just wanted to keep the name because i really like it^^).

Translated english + french because they're not my first languages so feel free to correct me.

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"Aurora, darling, it's time to go to sleep"

"Non maman (no), i'm too excited, i can't go to sleep!"

A loud sigh escaped your lips, but you couldn't help but smile at the sight of your daughter bouncing around on her bed, agitated. The reason? Well because it was Christmas Eve and your daughter couldn't wait for Santa Claus to arrive at your house to leave presents under your tree.

"Aren't you tired?" you tried to ask, looking at her while placing your hands on your hips.

Aurora shook her head frantically with a smile.

"No no~"

"Not even a little?" you continued to ask her, but she gave you the same answer.

Unlike Aurora, however, little Louis, her younger brother and your second-born, was calmly standing next to you, while he hugged your leg and stared at his sister who was jumping from one side of the bed to the other, full of energy.

It was then that someone else entered the room, speaking behind you.

"Sweetheart, Santa Claus doesn't come to the homes of children who are awake, you know that right?"

Aurora stopped and you and she both turned to look at Charles, who was standing behind you.

"Really?" she asked, her eyes widening and you nodded, letting her know that Charles was right.

You saw her flop onto the mattress, sitting on top of the covers and bouncing a few times.

"But-But i HAVE to see him! I want to see Santa and tell him thank you for all the presents he brings me" she said.

You giggled and went to sit next to her, gently stroking her head. Louis followed you like a puppy dog and as soon as you sat down he raised his arms towards you, wanting to be picked up. He was a mama's boy, everyone knew that and you didn't mind at all. If Charles could boast that he was Aurora's "favorite parent", then you could proudly say that you were Louis' favorite.

"You don't need to say thank you, darling, because he knows that you and Louis baked cookies especially for him. Santa already knows that all the children in the world are happy with the gifts he brings them"

When she heard about the cookies, Aurora raised her head to narrow her eyes at Charles, standing in front of you.

"Daddy, you didn't eat the biscuits, did you?" she asked him in a suspicious tone, making you smile in amusement.

Charles had been teasing Aurora and Louis all day by telling them that he would have ate all the cookies that she and Louis had baked for Santa Claus to leave in the kitchen.

“No honey, your cookies are all safe and sound… For now…” Charles murmured with a smirk, glancing at you.

"Papa! They're for Santa Claus!" Aurora retorted, clenching her fists.

"But if Santa doesn't eat them all, that means i get to eat them, right?" Charles asked, but the little girl shook her head.

“No, only mommy can eat them” Louis interjected in his little voice, hugging you and Aurora nodded.

Charles widened his eyes, feeling betrayed by his entire family.

"And not me??" he asked aloud, putting a hand to his chest. "You're breaking my heart, children! Oh no! You don't love me anymore, i'm about to die!"

Charles knelt on the ground, acting as if he had been seriously wounded in the heart and both you and your kids laughed.

"Que quelqu'un m'aide! Mes enfants n'aiment que leur mère, ce n'est pas juste! (Someone help me! My children only love their mother, it's not fair!)"

Aurora got out of bed and ran towards Charles, lunging towards him and throwing herself on top of his body. Charles blew with his lips, feeling the weight of his daughter on his belly and a few seconds later Louis joined them too.

"Dad you can't die, you weren't really hurt!" Aurora giggled, looking down at him.

"Yes, you hurt me a lot, right here" replied Charles, putting a hand to his chest. "And you know what i need to feel better? Your amazing cookies"

Both Aurora and Louis looked at him even more suspiciously than before and Charles looked at them with sweet eyes.

"I only need one~ I swear i won't touch the others" he said to convince them.

After a few seconds Aurora nodded slowly.

"Okay, but ONLY one! You have to promise!" she said.

Charles nodded.

"I promise, chérie"

Aurora held out her pinkie so they could make an official promise and Louis did the same.

"Bien. Mais maintenant, il est vraiment temps d'aller au lit, petits monstres. (Good. But now it's really time for bed, you little monsters)" Charles then said.

Aurora snorted, but seeing Charles' look she understood that the fun time was really over, so you saw her get up and get back on her bed, but this time she got under the covers. You helped her tuck her in, while in the meantime Charles took Louis' hand, leading him to his bedroom to put him to bed. Then you would take turns.

"My darling" you said, looking into her eyes. "Santa Claus won't come to our house if he sees that you're awake. So sleep, so time will pass faster and when you wake up it will be Christmas, okay?"

She nodded, slightly sad that she couldn't see Santa, but smiled at you anyway.

"Okay mommy. 'Night"

"Goodnight"

You leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead and then left her room, heading towards Louis' room, next to hers. Just before you entered, you saw Charles wish Louis goodnight, before giving him a kiss on the forehead and then he left too, flashing you a smile before going to Aurora.

“Maman” Louis murmured when he saw you come in.

You smiled at him, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Oui, mon petit prince? (Yes, my little prince?)"

Louis looked at you with his big, bright eyes, but tired after the day he had had.

"Can you make sure daddy doesn't eat all the cookies?" he asked and you giggled, stroking his hair.

"Sure Louis. I'll make sure dad only eats one cookie, like he promised."

"But... But you can eat one too, if you want" he continued and you smiled tenderly.

"Thank you love, but you made them for Santa Claus, so i'll leave them to him. The next time you make cookies we'll eat them together, okay?"

Louis nodded happily and turned on his side, ready to go to sleep.

"Bonne nuit maman (Goodnight mommy)"

"Good night sweetheart"

You leaned down to kiss his cheek and then walked out of his room, turning off the light just before closing the door.

You and Charles met in the hallway and as soon as he was in front of you, he placed his hands on your hips, pulling you against his body.

"So..." he whispered with a smirk. "We still have some time before Santa Claus arrives. How about we do something, my love?"

"Mhh i don't know, handsome" you smiled back at him, stroking the hair on his neck. "What were you thinking about?"

"I have a couple of ideas" Charles replied, raising his eyebrows.

“We can't make too much noise Charles, the kids need to sleep” you said and Charles shrugged.

"That's up to you, chérie"

You bit your bottom lip, but then grabbed his hand, walking backwards and dragging him towards your bedroom, then locking the door.

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"Lou! Lou! Réveilles toi Louis! (Wake up!)"

Louis was forced to open his eyes when he felt his arm being shaken and saw his older sister's face appear before his eyes.

“W-What is it?”

Aurora looked at him with a toothy smile.

"I heard some noises coming from downstairs. I think Santa Claus has arrived!"

Louis' eyes widened.

"R-Really? Is it really him??"

"I don't know, but i want to go and see. Come with me, come on!"

Aurora dragged her brother off the bed, heading towards the stairs.

“R-Ro, wait” Louis stopped in his tracks and she looked at him. "We can't get caught. If Santa sees that we are awake he won't leave us the presents. And-And then mommy and daddy will be angry"

But Aurora shook her head.

"We'll stay on the stairs so he won't see us, okay? And mom and dad won't know. But if you're scared you can go back to sleep, i'm going"

Aurora didn't even give him time to respond before she left her brother's room. Louis thought for a few seconds, but then he gathered courage and followed his sister in a jog. He quickly glanced at their parents' bedroom door, which was closed. He could do it, it was just to have a look. Nothing bad would have happened, right?

So he glued himself to Aurora's back and the two went down a couple of steps, as silently as possible, but stopped in their tracks when they heard voices coming from the floor below.

"These biscuits are really good"

Aurora and Louis looked at each other with wide eyes and smiled. Then she put her index finger to her mouth, signaling her brother to remain silent, and then continued down the stairs, being careful not to make any noise with their feet.

The two children hid behind the wall, then popped out their little heads and saw who was in the kitchen. They wanted to scream with joy, but they managed to contain themselves. It was really him, Santa Claus was in their house and was eating the biscuits they had made for him.

"I helped make them too, you know?" then a familiar voice intervened and the two children were surprised to see their mother join Santa Claus in the kitchen.

Santa Claus turned to look at her and Aurora and Louis could see him better. He was dressed just as their parents described him, but he was just a little thinner. And they didn't see the sack full of presents, but that was probably because he left it on the sleigh.

"Oh yes i know, Santa knows everything" he said, moving closer to her.

When they saw him tighten his arms around their mother's body, Aurora and Louis opened their eyes and mouths again, but this time not with happiness.

“Then you should also know that i am already happily married, Mr. Claus” Y/n retorted, resting her hands on his chest.

"Just a little innocent kiss, my dear. Your husband won't know anything..." Santa murmured, smiling from under his beard. “Unless you want to end up on the naughty kids list”

Aurora covered her mouth with her hand, while Louis clutched his sister's shirt in his hands when they saw Santa Claus kiss their mother on the lips, the same way their father did.

No, that was too much, they thought that Santa Claus was good, not that he forced their mommy to kiss him without their daddy knowing.

Louis backed away and quickly went back up the stairs, going to lock himself in his room, sad. He didn't want their parents to break up because of Santa Claus.

Aurora, on the other hand, was angry with Santa Claus and decided that she would never want to deal with him again! Santa Claus no longer had to interfere in his family.

Meanwhile, back downstairs, you and Charles hadn't even noticed the presence of your children, too busy with your little play.

“Mhh, wait-” you murmured, pulling away for a few seconds after the two of you kissed. "Sorry honey, but first i think it's best to take this off"

With one hand you pulled the fake beard off his face, happy to be able to see him as "young" as before and you smiled.

"That's better"

Charles smirked and brought his face closer so he could give another kiss, a kiss that tasted like freshly baked cookies.

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The next morning, when you woke up, you were surprised that your children hadn't already run into your room to call you to open the presents.

“Charles…” you murmured, turning to him.

You saw him move his eyelids and then open his eyes, as he pulled you closer to his body with the strength of his arm.

“Good morning, sweetheart” he murmured with a smile which you returned. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mh, 'morning. I slept very well, my love. How about you?"

“I always sleep well when you're in bed with me” he replied, stroking your hair, but then a look of confusion painted his face. "The kids?"

"That's what i was wondering too. Shall we go wake them up?"

"They will probably arrive soon, let's stay here for another five minutes" he mumbled with a smile, closing his eyes and nuzzling his nose against your cheek "I want to cuddle you a bit"

Even though you were slightly worried about your children, you could never refuse a proposal like that from him.

“Just for five minutes,” you replied, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder and hug him.

"Yes ma'am"

But five full minutes did not pass. After a couple of minutes of cuddling, someone knocked on your bedroom door and Charles invited them in.

Aurora stepped out from behind the door, with Louis behind her, holding her hand.

"Maman, papa, can we ask you something?" She asked, making your eyebrows furrow.

They didn't seem happy at all and hadn't even said good morning.

“Sure, darling” you replied, sitting up and patting the mattress with one hand, inviting them to join you.

The two children walked over to your bed and climbed onto it, sitting down in front of you.

“Mommy…” Louis looked at you, clutching his hands. "Do you love daddy?"

You and Charles exchanged a surprised look, but then you smiled.

"Of course i love daddy. Why do you ask?"

"But do you really love him? I mean, really really?" Louis continued and you giggled, nodding.

"Yes, love. I really really love him"

"And you will never leave each other, right?" Aurora then asked, alternating her gaze from you to Charles. “You wouldn't leave daddy for Santa, would you?”

At those words your heart sank, fearing for the worst.

"My darlings, daddy and i love each other so much. I would never leave him" you said and to demonstrate the truth in your words, you reached out a hand towards Charles', intertwining your fingers. "Not even for Santa Claus or any other person in the world. Why these questions?"

Louis lowered his head, while Aurora crossed her arms.

"Because Santa Claus is in love with you, mommy. And that's not good"

At those words you almost wanted to laugh, but you managed to stop yourself, seeing the seriousness of your children. You turned to look at Charles and saw him smiling in amusement.

"Oh yeah? Is Santa Claus in love with mommy? And how do you know that, sweetheart?" Charles asked.

“Because we saw it!” Aurora exclaimed and you and Charles widened your eyes.

You subconsciously squeezed Charles' hand nervously. Oh shit, had they discovered you?

"Last night Santa Claus came to our house and ate the cookies! But then he wanted to give mommy a kiss and mommy said she was already married to you. But he said if she didn't give him a kiss, he would put her on the naughty list! That's not fair!"

Oh God.

"A-And then he gave her a kiss!" Louis then continued, looking at you with shining eyes. "Santa gave mommy a kiss when daddy wasn't there! He was bad!"

A couple of tears fell from Louis' eyes and you and Charles felt your hearts swell with tenderness.

“Oh Lou…” you murmured, releasing Charles’ hand so you could invite your son to hug you. "Come here sweetie, it's okay. Don't worry"

Louis hugged you tightly and you patted his head, glancing at Charles, and that's when he intervened.

"Ok petits monstres, écoutez-moi attentivement. (Okay little monsters, listen to me carefully)" Charles began softly, looking at the two children. "Santa Claus was wrong to steal a kiss from mommy in secret, we don't do these things. But i can assure you that mommy and i will never leave each other, no matter how many other people want kisses from her. And we will never leave you two. Mh?"

Louis nodded and sniffed and Aurora did the same. Charles gave them a reassuring smile and held out both pinkies, one each.

“I promise” he said.

You copied your husband, holding up both your pinkies.

"I promise you too, my loves"

The two children smiled heartily and intertwined their little fingers with yours and then you and Charles kissed them on their cheeks.

"But... But then what did you and Santa do, maman?" Aurora asked looking at you. "After he gave you a kiss he left, didn't he?"

Looking at her you understood how she was less and less happy with the presence of Santa Claus in her home, she was a completely different little girl compared to the one you had put to sleep the night before.

“Well after Santa stole a kiss from me, papa came to save me and chased him away” you replied with a smile, glancing at Charles, who felt himself blushing slightly under your gaze.

"Really?!" the two children asked and Charles nodded.

"Of course. Nobody kisses mommy but me" he replied in a mock resolute tone.

"And me!" Aurora exclaimed immediately afterwards, raising her arm.

"And me too!" Louis continued, copying his sister.

“My heroes” you giggled tenderly, looking at all three of them. "No one else deserves my kisses besides you, you're all right. Come here"

Aurora crawled towards you, so she could receive a kiss on the forehead and you gave the same to Louis. Then you turned to Charles, who already had his cheek turned to you, with his cute dimple showing. You kissed his cheek, then you placed a hand under his chin and made him turn towards you, so you could give him a small kiss on the lips.

Aurora made a noise of disgust, but in reality both she and her little brother were more than happy to know that Santa Claus had not ruined their family.

"Good. Now who wants to open their presents?" Charles asked, clapping his hands once and the two little ones let out excited squeals.

So you all got out of bed and walked towards the stairs, Louis in your arms and Aurora holding Charles' hand.

“Papa” she said, lifting her head to look at him.

"Oui, chérie? (Yes?)"

"Next Christmas i don't want Santa Claus coming anymore" she muttered with a small pout.

"Are you sure Aurora?" you asked her. "What if he doesn't bring you presents anymore?"

But she shook her head.

"I don't care. I just don't want him to take you away, maman"

"Aww"

“That means i get to eat his cookies” Charles said, turning to look at you with a smirk.

As if he hadn't devoured all of them the night before.

“Yes daddy, you'll must eat them all” Louis interjected nodding frantically, wrapping his arms around your neck protectively. "So he learns not to kiss mommy anymore"

And both you and Charles laughed again, going down with your children to the living room to unwrap the presents that had been left under the tree all night.

///

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Simon wasn't a stupid man. He always knew better, knew to look between the lines even when you tried your best to be deceiving. Even then, the pure rejection you showed to your newborn baby was something not even the best actress could hide. Refusing to hold her after she was born and fully shutting down on Simon, screaming at him whenever he tried to offer any sort of help and support, only getting worse if he ever tried to approach you while holding the baby.

Post-partum depression is no joke, Simon realized after doing his own research, only then realizing just how bad it can get after accidentally stumbling on article upon article of mothers getting to the point of harming their own child. You weren't like that— Simon liked to convince himself despite the growing pit of dread in his stomach, anxiety seeping out of every pore of his body when even months later you refused to hold or interact with the baby.

It all came crashing down after he came back from deployment, the nanny holding his daughter while soothing her with calm words, doing her best to console the crying infant despite the tears falling down her cheeks when she confessed to him that you're gone.

Gone without a trace, at first. Simon wasted no time using his connections to know where you were. Laswell was the most helpful, giving him all the details of the help center you were in, yet even then, Simon didn't reach out first in fear of messing up your progress, not wanting to add more stress to your situation when you were trying to get better.

Four years. For four years, Simon's life was divided in deployments and taking care of his daughter at home, never once thinking about moving on, always asking Laswell for updates— updates she was glad to give him using her own connections, wanting to give Simon some peace of mind even if it went against the rules.

“It's okay.” Simon reassured his daughter, his long sleeves wet with cola that she spilled from her little cup. His home was the complete opposite of the absolute hell he grew up in, not allowing himself to scream, hit, or take out his frustration on the little carbon copy of himself sitting on the couch.

“'M sorry, daddy.” Her sweet voice made the corners of his lips tilt up into a smile, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head, taking off his sweater and putting it away, wasting no time on grabbing a towel to clean up the now sticky mess of coke on the table.

“It's okay, love. Jus' don't tip it, 's gonna spill.” She gave him a small salute in understanding, a cheeky grin on her lips when she saw him holding in his laughter, knowing fully well she's copying him— as usual.

The doorbell ringing got Simon's full attention, giving his daughter one last look before he went to answer. His eyes widened slightly the moment he saw your shorter figure waiting for him, purposely making yourself smaller like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, a small folder held in your hands. You're both quiet for what seems like forever, the only sounds coming from your daughter in the living room, the TV displaying a kid's show Simon put on.

“I'm so so—” You don't even have the chance to finish your sentence before you're being pulled into a tight hug, Simon's burly arms wrapping around your body, every single second spent missing you, secretly hoping you'd come back one day crashes down on him the moment he feels your arms wrap around his waist, holding him as tight as possible, as if he'd disappear if you don't hold onto him for dear life.

“I got better.” You whisper into his ear, rubbing his back soothingly when he doesn't let go of you. Not yet— not when the love of his life is finally back after years. He plants a soft kiss on your shoulder before his face goes back to burying in the crook of your neck, taking in the familiar scent.

It takes minutes for Simon to finally let go, hesitation clear in his actions as he looked down at you, keeping one hand on your waist in silent fear of you seeping through his fingers. The folder in your hand gets his attention, giving you a questioning look before you offer it to him, managing to give him a small smile of reassurance despite all the anxiety and fear.

“My psychotherapist wrote it. It's... just a paper that shows the progress I've made from her perspective.” You stand awkwardly as he reads the document, taking in every single word written by the woman who has been helping your for four long years. You can hear your daughter giggling at the TV show, only making the anxiety in your stomach grow more by the second.

To your surprise, Simon steps out of the way to allow you into the home he created, his safe haven. Nothing changed from the last time you were here, other than toys scattered all over the place, likely from Simon being too busy bonding with his daughter to even clean.

You can see the little girl sitting on the couch as you walk closer, her brown eyes fully focused on the screen until she hears something from behind her. She's so much bigger now, looking like a tiny carbon copy of Simon, down to the little skull-patterned pajamas she was wearing.

She turns around after seeing you from the corner of her eye, her little face lighting up into a toothy grin as she jumps from the couch, sprinting towards you as fast as her little legs allow her to.

“Mommy!” You crouch down to her height out of pure instinct, almost being knocked off balance when she crashes into you, her tiny arms wrapping around your neck. The fact that Simon never stopped talking about you to her and kept your pictures warms your heart, being as delicate as possible as you hug her back.

“Y'look so pretty.” She has Simon's accent, making you let out a small laugh before looking down at her, cupping her cheek just to examine her features better.

“Thank you, sweet girl.” You're glad for the way she cuddles up to you again, not bothering to hide the tears falling down your cheeks at the sheer love displayed by the same girl you left four years ago. Your gaze drifts up to Simon, whose eyes are glossier than usual despite the fact that he's not shedding a tear. He gives you a small nod in acknowledgement, not daring to look away from the heartwarming scene in front of him.

“Daddy talks a lot about you.” She whispers into your ear, covering her mouth as if she's telling you the biggest secret ever. You giggle at the little gossiper, your warm hand running up and down the length of her hair.

“He does?” You whisper back, giving Simon a cheeky look at the admission, one of his thin eyebrows raising when he sees your daughter nod her head vigorously, giggling as she looks at Simon.

“Well, I'm sure he talks a lot about you too.” The pure forgiveness that comes from both of them drowns the guilt, if only for a short while.

“You're such a pretty princess.” Your arms wrap around her again, rocking her softly from side to side, allowing yourself to take in their love. It doesn't take long for Simon's resolve to falter, dropping to his knees and wrapping his burly arms around his girls protectively, planting a little kiss on your forehead.

Despite everything, there's no one else he'd rather spend the rest of his life with.

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