[ one shot ]
[requested by @lbushey , thank you so much for your follow-up idea!]
This is a follow-up to my previous one shot "cough drops". This one shot takes place two years before "cough drops" and this is at the first race you are ever attending (apart from the 2014 Japanese GP).

translation for the french phrases are in the comments!

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It was the first of the 2019 season, also it being the first race with Scuderia Ferrari for the Monegasque driver; Charles Leclerc.

He felt excited. Anxious, but in a healthy way. And bringing his goddaughter to the track with the rest of his family was an extra thing to give him pressure.

This is what he was racing for though, to reach Ferrari, and everybody in the sports knew it.

"Charles!"

The high pitched voice of yours got him out of his thoughts, and a smile appeared on his face. He knelt down and opened his arms as you were running towards him.

"Ma chérie." he said while embracing you in a hug.

"Tu vas gagner aujourd'hui, je sais cela!" you whispered in his ear, smiling at him.

You were only five years old, but your vocabulary was outstanding already.

He patted your head and lifted you up so you were now in his arms. You proudly sat straight up. If you were sitting in his arms, you were almost taller than him. You had a perfect view over the 'streets' and all of the cars in the 'garages'.

"Voulez-vous rencontrer mon coéquipier?" he asked you while pointing over to the all red place. You nodded in response, twinkles in your eyes.

You thought this place was amazing. You had no idea what was going on, but you loved it here.

Charles walked over to the Ferrari box where Sebastian was talking with his engineers. You were moving around in his arms a lot as you tried to take in every detail of the place, and Charles made sure you were secure in his arms.

"Seb!" he said, getting the attention of the German driver. He looked up and saw you sitting on his younger teammate's arm.

"Ah, if that isn't y/n."

"Yes, she is. This is her first ever race, so it's very special to me." Sebastian had only known Charles for a little while now, but he knew how much you meant to Charles and how badly he had wanted to take you on a race. And now it finally happened.

You looked at them with confusion as you didn't understand a single word of what they just said. You only spoke french, which was totally understandable for a five year old.

"Que?" you asked, receiving a chuckle from both of the drivers.

"She sure isn't the shy one, is she?" the German said to Charles, who shook his head. He then turned to you. "Bonjour y/n, je m'appelle Seb. Enchanté de faire votre connaissance."

Charles was surprised by how well his teammate spoke french, but he appreciated it, as you and Sebastian could now understand each other.

"Coucou Seb, également!"

That word, Sebastian didn't understand and he looked at Charles with a puzzled face. "It means 'likewise'." He nodded and carefully shook your hand to formally meet.

You giggled at the action. "Seb" was nice. And Charles liked him, that was very important to you. You loved Charles, and he loved you.

The two men said their goodbyes and you started to walk off with your godfather, as he had put you down a little bit before.

You turned around to face Sebastian once more and said: "Seb, Charles va gagner aujourd'hui."

You said it with such a proud smile that nobody even cared what you said, you lit up another space with your endearing smile. But Sebastian understood what you said.

"Je suis sûr." he said while winking at Charles who shook his shoulders.

"She keeps saying that to everyone she sees."

"Then make sure you will. You are starting P5, it's not impossible."

The race went by and you were watching from the grandstands together with Pascale, Lorenzo, Arthur and Giada. You were clapping enthusiastically everytime cars flew by. You had absolutely no idea which team was which, or even which car Charles was driving in, but you were enjoying this day.

And much to your predictions, Charles won the Australian Grand Prix, passing car by car.

Lorenzo took you in his arms and threw you in the air of excitement.

"Charles a gagné, y/n! Il a gagné!"

Your eyes widened when you realized what he was saying and you yelped.

Lorenzo pushed himself with you on his back through the Ferrari team that was waiting for Charles to jump into them, so that you were up front.

As soon as Charles got out of his car and looked over at his team, he saw his brother and you. You had been telling everyone that he was going to win, but he never dared to think that it would become the truth.

He ran over to the crowd and hugged the team before picking you off Lorenzo's back and holding you into the air like you were Simba.

You loved the Lion King.

You were loving the attention and you waved around you as if you were a princess.

Charles put you down on the ground while being congratulated by Pierre and Sebastian. He took off his helmet and put it on your head, making sure to leave the visor open.

"Tu est mon Lucky Charm."

You were so proud of him, you couldn't stop smiling. A lot about the sports you didn't know, but what you did know is that Charles loved it and all he wanted to do was make his family proud.

Cameras were flashing as hundreds of pictures were being taken of the cute moment. You stroke a pose and flexed your arms to show off your 'muscles'.

Everybody was laughing and Charles took his helmet back, also handing you over to Lorenzo again.

You truly were his lucky charm and he was sure to bring you to more of his races.