charles leclerc · formula 1 · scuderia ferrari · cat transformation · best friends · fluffy cat · ao3 fic · affectionate · unaware · hungarian gp
The humid Hungarian air clung to Charles as he exited the Ferrari garage, a smile still playing on his lips from Pierre’s podium finish. His gaze snagged on a small Bengal cat near the tires, its fur rippling like liquid gold. But it was the eyes that stopped him—piercing, impossible blue, mirroring his best friend’s stare exactly. He knelt, fingers brushing the soft head. “Hello you. You are cute.” The cat didn’t flee; instead, it wound around his legs. Relenting, Charles scooped the creature into his arms. “Come with me then. I’ll make you meet my friend Pierre.” The cat let out a sharp, indignant meow at the name. Charles raised an eyebrow, amused, before striding toward the Alpine garage, where Esteban waited.