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Any lestappen fic rec to share ? 😣 Any favourite author on ao3! I need some!

Hi anon 😘 Of course! In fact I've actually been working on a personal fic rec, so I'm glad I get to share it with you!

Here you go, hope you enjoy <3

Lestappen fic rec

Short-ish fics 🩵

control systems a College AU by @itsgoingdutchin2021 | 1.2 k

Summary:

Due to an unfortunate encounter in their freshman year, both Charles and Max hate each other. Then they are assigned a group project.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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your hands are cold a High School AU by dhufflebee | 3.9 k

Summary:

“I feel like this event should really be called ‘Frosty Fusion’ or something like that.”“That is, of course, incredibly stupid.”“Hey!”“It doesn’t mean that ‘Snowmen Competition’ isn’t the most boring name ever, though.”OR: long-time friends and rivals Charles and Max hail from neighboring schools, and brave the biting cold, the challenges of snow sculpture, and their own buried feelings

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Kiss It Goodbye (Your Little Panic Attack) F1 Fic by @celientjeee | 5.1 k

Summary:

‘What- How did you do that?’ Charles asked, he still felt a bit shaken and hot, but the tingling had disappeared.Max smiled at him and let his hands drop away from Charles’ cheeks.‘I once read that holding your breath could stop a panic attack and when I kissed you, you held your breath.’‘I did?’ Charles winced at how high his voice sounded. OR: Charles gets a panic attack and Max helps him (more than once)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Fics between 10 k and 20 k 🧡

Cheating at Bingo and Other Christmas Traditions a Cozy Winter AU by @wanderingblindly | 12.4 k

Summary:

"You know, there’s a very nice, very handsome young man in my neighborhood –” She starts back up, flagging down their waiter for another glass of wine.“Absolutely not,” He cuts her off with a dismissive wave of the hand. “Next topic.”“So you’re too good for him, is that it?” She sounds defensive, but her tone still has a mocking edge to it – emphasized by the quirk of her brows.Hardly holding back a groan, Charles tries to think of a way out of this. She’s like a cat, batting at him until he gives up, rolls over, and plays dead. “That’s not – I’m just busy, and it’s –” OR: Hallmark style fluff featuring an irritated Charles, a well-meaning Max, and the grandma that just wants them to kiss

Rating: General Audiences

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Golden Hour a Uni AU by Chariots4 | 13.2 k

Summary:

Max is a great roommate. So great that when Lando asks him to be part of a music video he’s filming he does so, without asking what it will be about.Turns out he will have to model with no other than Charles Leclerc. As lovers. The two men’s desire to not be outdone by the other takes the whole thing to new levels.

Rating: Explicit

-> This is also a personal favorite of mine since it was my first ever Formula 1 RPF fic and honestly, it's written amazingly well!👌

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oui chef a Chef AU by @sunshineyoujustwait | 16.2 k

Summary:

There’s someone standing in his kitchen.He looks young, maybe close to Max’s age, with messy dark brown hair that’s pulled back from his face by a red bandana, and he’s leaning against the kitchen counter like he’s supposed to be here.Max’s first rather unhelpful thought is; fuck, he’s gorgeous. His second, more reasonable thought is;“Who the fuck are you?”“Charles Leclerc,” the man smiles. It's a little bit dazzling and Max is not at all distracted by it. He extends his hand for Max to shake. “I’m your new executive sous chef.” OR: Max is very happy with his life, thank you very much. He has his restaurant, his team, and two Michelin stars at the age of 24. He definitely does not need some pretentious Monegasque chef coming in and throwing everything into chaos.Except, maybe he does.

Rating: General Audiences

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you got me a College AU by @fueledbyremembering | 16.6 k

Summary:

When Max looks up he stares into pretty green eyes behind black rimmed glasses. His hand is still blindly feeling around to find the books—his brain lagging—as he stares at the guy from last night. He straightens up and Max follows, staring dumbly as he holds out the books for Max to take.“Thanks,” Max says, feeling like an idiot as he takes the books, their fingers brushing for a split second. This was not how he wanted to meet again. “Again, I’m so sorry.”The guy smiles and Max thinks he might just die a little when he notices he has dimples. Of course he has dimples. OR: Max falls head over heels for the cute guy at a college party and he can't stop thinking about him (aka the lestappen college au nobody needs).

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Fics above 30 k ❤

Late night devil put your hands on me a Thief/Detective AU by @f1-giuki | 42.1 k

Summary:

"Do you want to know what is more incredible?" Max asks, staring at Charles' full and round pecs without any shame. "What?" Charles asks, enjoying how Max's cheeks get redder and redder as he licks clean the fork. "Stealing the Nine Pieces of Eight, with me," Max says and Charles drops his fork in the plate. "The Nine pieces of eight? Isn't that like a legend? The owner of those artworks is unknown…" The Monegasque asks, furrowing his brows. Max grins and rolls his eyes. "I know a guy..." Max says, pulling Charles close by the elastic band of his boxers. OR: World-class thief Max Verstappen asks Interpol Detective Charles Leclerc out on a date (to put on the world's most complicated heist ever conceived) but things never go as planned.

Rating: Mature

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To Your Heart’s Content a Mafia AU by @cornerofacry | 119.4 k

Summary:

Max pinched the bridge of his nose as he went into the car. Before his chauffeur could close the door, however, Daniel leant in, having rushed from the bar’s entrance."I forgot to tell you…" the Australian begun, his face serious and grave.Max gritted his teeth, silently nodding for the man to continue. He couldn’t stand much more. He wanted to scream at the entire world. To run home and hide and force some sense down his own throat.To put himself back together."I left a- a gift at your house. For your birthday… I planned it long ago, before-""Alright," Max cut him, short and harsh. OR: Charles, a high end prostitute, finds himself in the arms of a man who really, really, cares for him, despite the gun on his nightstand.

Rating: Explicit

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Favorite lestappen authors 💕

NovaCloud, Richardmarie75, WanderingBlindly, xxcelientje, amarynas, charlescoded, LestappenForever, linearity

Note to the authors: If your fic is on here and you would like me to take it down I will. Feel free to just dm me about it or drop and ask 😌

And anon I hope you find something you like on this list!

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Lestappen text posts part 3! They are still insane

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Lestappen text posts part 3! They are still insane

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After All

Charles Leclerc x bestfriend!reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: alcohol/intoxication, tooth rotting fluff

Charles is a lot of things. He’s determined, hardworking, a bit of a self sacrificing dumbass. He’s kind, talented, humble, confident, soft. He’s your best friend, your closest confidant, the person you would trust with your life.

And, according to everyone who’s ever seen the two of you together, he’s madly in love with you.

…..

Pierre’s the first one to say it. He’s known both of you the longest, he’s one of Charles’ best friends. He sidles up next to you on a warm afternoon. You’re both on Charles’ yacht, leaning against the railing and watching as he does a backflip off the deck and into the water.

“He’s going to hurt himself,” you point out, “and Ferrari will not be happy.”

Pierre snorts out a laugh, shaking his head. “He is showing off.”

You give him a look of disbelief. “For who?”

Before he can answer, you’re drawn to look at Charles again when he calls your name. You watch and wave at him, and then he lines himself up for another stupid trick dive that makes your stomach lurch. He makes a splash when he lands, sinking deeper and deeper till you can’t see him through the bubbles. Just when you start to worry, just when you feel like he’s been under too long, he resurfaces. He kicks himself to the surface, hair plastered to his forehead, laughing raucously. He’s suddenly the boy you met at 13, big dreams and big plans and a big personality to get him there.

“You,” Pierre says, jarring you out of your staring. “He is showing off for you.”

You roll your eyes and elbow your friend. “What? He is not. Why would he be trying to impress me?”

“Because he is in love with you,” Pierre states, so matter of fact you almost don’t realize what he’s saying. “Come on, it’s obvious.”

“He is not!” You laugh, shoving at his shoulder lightly. “Jesus, Pierre, the fumes from those engines must really be getting to you.”

Pierre opens his mouth to speak, probably to rebut with some insane theory he’ll present as fact. He’s interrupted by Charles calling your name again. This time he’s waving you down to the back deck, eyes sparkling. He’s going to want you to jump in. You have a fear of heights, a fear of falling, a fear of deep, open water. Despite it all, you head down to meet him anyways. Charles could talk you into anything, could make even the scariest things seem easy.

“You have to hold my hand, though,” you say, when he urges you to jump in with him. “The whole way, no letting go.”

“The whole way,” he promises, knitting your fingers together.

…..

It’s a bit of fate that you end up in Suzuka for the race. You hadn’t been planning on going, but there’d been cheap flights available when you looked the week before, and suddenly you’re off to Japan. Charles is thrilled about it, always happy to have you there, even when he’s busy and barely gets to see you. He says there’s something comforting about knowing you’re in the garage or the stands.

He takes you with him to as many things as he can, including the pre race media days. The second you meet up with him after you get to Japan, he’s talking non stop about Sebastian’s Buzzin Corner project, and your heart melts at the excitement in his eyes. He’s been missing Seb lately, having a tough go of things and searching for guidance.

You watch from behind the scenes, behind the cameras, as the entire grid arrives to make pollinator hotels and decorate canvases. You smile when Sebastian spots Charles and runs over to give him a hug, and you smile even bigger when Charles follows Sebastian around like a lost puppy. Sebastian seems just as happy to be near Charles again, stopping by to check on Ferrari’s progress frequently.

Charles turns during a lull in the event, when the cameras are on another team and Sebastian is distracted, too. He waves you over, eyes bright, smile wide. You can’t help but be drawn towards him. Any time he wants you nearby, you go willingly, eagerly.

He has paint on his fingers, speckles of it on his shirt. Charles is creative, too. He doesn’t get nearly enough chances to show it, in your opinion. He’s stifled by brand deals and the public eye and overbearing management. You stand next to him, eyeing his and Carlos’ artwork with a soft smile. The pollinator hotel is filled with supplies, the roof is decorated, and Charles tells you excitedly that they’ve already had their first “guest”. He hands you a paintbrush when nobody is paying attention.

“You should add something, chéri,” he says, nudging you lightly.

You look up at him, twist your face into an unsure smile. “Am I allowed to?”

“Of course,” Sebastian says, having made his way back around to the Ferrari team. You smile at Charles’ old teammate as he pays your shoulder lightly. “It’s not exclusive, you know.”

You laugh, reaching out with the paintbrush and adding a small heart next to the stripes and stamps the guys have painted on. “A little love for the the pollinators and bugs.”

“You weren’t saying that about that spider last week,” Charles teases.

“It was in my hair,” you say through gritted teeth, looking at him with wide eyes. “Don’t slander me in front of Seb.”

Carlos is giggling, watching the two of you. Sebastian is doing the same, his eyes lit up reminding you of years ago when he and Charles had been teammates. He’d joked about the two of you exhausting him, with your boundless energy and constant flip flopping between bickering and affection. You’d insisted you were the ones keeping Sebastian young.

Someone calls Charles and Carlos over for a photo op. You peruse the bee hotel while you stand next to Sebastian. There’s a lot of people’s artwork on there, but somehow you think you know which brushstrokes belong to Charles.

“I see not much has changed,” Sebastian says, nodding his head towards Charles. “He calls you darling and then teases you in the same minute.”

You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks grow hot. “He is my best friend, both of those things are his job.”

“Ah, to be young and oblivious,” Sebastian says in a lilting tone.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He laughs, tilts his head at you. “Just that my wife was my best friend, once.”

You narrow your eyes at him. The glare has no effect if the grin on his face says anything. Sebastian is older, wiser, and Charles trusts his judgement on nearly everything, but you know he’s wrong about this. There’s no way Charles sees you as anything more than a friend. You’ve come to terms with that. You can live with that. You have to live with that.

Charles makes his way back over to the two of you, hands in his pockets. You plaster a sunny smile back on your face and try to ignore the way Sebastian is watching the two of you. Charles is telling you to paint something else, pointing out the empty space left on the canvas and the bee hotel.

He takes your hand, still wrapped around the paintbrush, in his own. He dips it in the black paint, leads you over to the wooden structure, and adds another heart.

“More love,” he says, singsongy, squeezing your hand. Behind you, Sebastian barely muffles an affectionate laugh. “More love for the bugs.”

…..

“This is my favorite song!” You yell over the booming bass.

You have a drink in your hand, your… 6th? of the night? You’re not sure, you’ve lost count. Charles keeps handing them to you every time your gets low. It’s always tequila and soda, always with two limes.

Charles laughs, shaking his head. “You have said that about every song in the past hour.”

“I mean it this time,” you say, eyes wide. You’re standing up from the table, pulling on his arm. “C’mon, we should dance, Charlie!”

He groans lightheartedly. Really, all of this should be your sign to cut yourself off. You don’t like dancing, and you rarely call him Charlie. Everyone calls him Charles, so you’d let the nickname go years ago. You’d worried it made you sound childish, made you sound like you were holding onto years past. He doesn’t budge from his spot in the booth, watching you warily.

“Amour, I don’t like this song as much as you apparently do,” he says, shaking his head. “And I like dancing even less.”

“Fine,” you say with a pout. “I will find someone else, then.”

You melt into the crowd before he can pull you back into the booth and down to earth. You’re at that pleasant stage of drunk where everything is funny and fuzzy and floaty. You spot Lily, Alex’s girlfriend, at the bar, and she needs much less convincing to join you on the dance floor. She abandons Alex with George and follows you eagerly. It’s Las Vegas, you’re here to have fun. This is fun. The two of you squeeze through the swirling mass of people till you find a good spot.

You don’t know how long it’s been when Charles finds you there- you just know you’re sweaty, a few drinks deeper, and past the point of no return. The song that’s playing now is your actual favorite song, a fact that you tell Charles when he steps in front of you, his hands on your waist to steady you.

“I know,” he says, because of course he knows. Nobody knows you better than him. “I also know you are drunk.”

“M’having a good time,” you tell him, wrapping an arm around his neck. It’s just to keep you steady, you tell yourself. “Vegas, baby!”

Charles laughs, shaking his head, but he starts to sway to the music with you. One hand stays on your hip, but the other comes around to your back and pulls you closer. You like being pressed against him, like being able to feel the warmth of him even through the fabric of your clothing. You don’t think before you spin in his grip, press your back to his front, keep your arm around his neck behind your head. Tomorrow morning, or rather, later today, you can blame it on the alcohol.

Charles wraps his arm around your waist in response, and you swear you feel his lips on the back of your neck as he pulls you in again. You’ll blame that on the alcohol too.

It’s like you blink, and then you’re standing out on the sidewalk, surrounded by the lights of the Las Vegas strip. The night air is cold, and you laugh to yourself, thinking about all the talk of a night race in the desert and the temperature.

“What’s so funny?” Max asks.

You’re surprised to find him standing next to you, and you blink at him.

“S’cold,” you say, unable to explain the rest of it. You just giggle again. “Where’s Charlie?”

Max raises his brows. “He went inside to get your jacket. You left it in the booth. Remember, five minutes ago, when you said it was cold?”

Huh. You don’t remember, but Max is probably telling the truth. He and Charles are more of friendly rivals than enemies now, despite their formative years. Max is definitely not trying to kidnap you as revenge. He has nothing to get revenge for- he won the race. Maybe he’s bitter that a Grand Prix he talked about so negatively had ended up being one of the best of the season, you suppose. Though you’re not sure that would give him a reason to kidnap you-

“I called him that once,” Max says, and you tilt your head at him. “Charlie. He didn’t like it.”

You remember. It was in Brazil, when they’d all been gathered in a garage. You’d seen it in a video. You can’t admit that, though, without admitting you watch tiktoks of your best friend, so you stay quiet on that subject.

“He thinks it’s childish,” you say with a shrug, scuffing the toe of your shoe on the ground. “I… forget, sometimes.”

You forget that Charles isn’t just your thirteen year old friend, the guy you’d never expected to even tolerate you. You can’t remember how it even happened, how you went from barely saying hi in the halls at school to dinners with his family, homework at their kitchen table. You’re not sure it matters now. What matters is keeping him a part of your life.

You’ve adapted. You’ve let pieces of him go, like childhood nicknames and any hope he’ll ever look at you the same way you look at him. Charles is larger than life, now. You’re still small. You’re still thirteen sometimes, still sitting at the table, begging Charlie to help you with your math problems.

“That’s the thing,” Max says, nudging your side lightly. “He doesn’t seem to mind when it’s you that says it.”

You frown. “Oh, he definitely minds.”

Max shrugs. “He doesn’t show it, then. Probably because he loves you.”

You nod solemnly. “I am his best friend.”

“Right,” Max laughs. “Sure. Friend.”

Charles reappears shortly after that, your jacket in hand. It turns out Max isn’t even leaving- he’d just been tasked with keeping an eye on you while Charles went back inside. He says goodbye and goes back into the club, while Charles is checking his phone, telling you the car should be there any minute. The night has gone from fuzzy to blurry, and you lean heavily on Charles’ shoulder, blinking repeatedly and trying to stay awake. He pours you into the backseat of the car, drags you out of it ten minutes later when you get to the hotel.

“You are so drunk,” he says, standing in the elevator, your head against his chest.

“I know you are but whatamI?” You slur, tugging on his jacket.

Charles just laughs. Even if he could understand you, he wouldn’t get the reference. His hand is resting on your shoulder, fingers squeezing your bare skin softly. You’d taken your jacket off as soon as you got inside, complaining about being hot. Charles had just taken it from your hands with an exasperated smile.

“I think you should sleep in my room,” he suggests when the elevator dings and the doors begin to open. “So I can keep an eye on you.”

You’re not that drunk, but you’re not going to argue. “Yeah, okay.”

When you wake up in his bed in the morning, Charles is asleep on the couch. He’s stretched out, one arm hanging off the edge, one foot on the armrest. His blanket is tangled in his limbs, and you feel guilty, suddenly. It was his night to celebrate, and he’d ended up taking care of you, ended up sacrificing his hotel bed and sleeping on the sofa. You sit up, feeling sick to your stomach, and not from the hangover.

“Lay down,” Charles says, not even opening his eyes. “S’too early. You need more sleep.”

“I should go to my room,” you whisper, and he opens one eye and looks at you warily. “That couch cannot be comfortable.”

“It’s not,” he admits, and the guilt lurches in your gut again. He’s smiling, though. “You tried to insist on sharing the bed, but you were very drunk.”

That’s not surprising. Drunk you always wants Charles close. You direct your eyes to the comforter and muster up all the courage you have left.

“I’m sober now,” you tell him. “So either we share the bed, or I go to my room. You look so uncomfortable.”

Charles hesitates for only a second. You wonder if you’ve gone too far, if you’ve crossed the line. But then he’d shifting, untangling himself from the blankets and tumbling off the couch. He crawls into the bed next to you, sighing happily as he sinks into the mattress. Seemingly almost without thinking, he reaches out, slips his arm around your waist, and hauls you against his chest. You let it happen.

There’s something sacred about the time between morning and night. The sky is a purple hue outside the hotel room window. The halls are quiet. Charles’ heart thuds in your ear, steady and beating out a soothing rhythm, and nothing about this feels out of place. It’s like this is where you’re meant to be, tucked against him, slotted together like puzzle pieces. You wrap your arm around his upper arm, and he pulls the blankets over the two of you.

“G’night, Charlie,” you mumble.

He laughs, and it’s a sweet sound. There’s no hostility behind it. “Goodnight, amour.”

…..

There’s something to be said about your inability to see something as it is until it’s staring you in the face. You’re stubborn as a mule, and maybe blind as a bat, too. It’s not till the holiday break that it all clicks into place.

Charles is sitting next to you at your kitchen counter, decorating cookies. You’ve been baking all weekend. It’s your grandmother’s recipe, now your responsibility to keep up the tradition. There are batches set aside for your family to decorate later, another set for the cookie party you’re holding with some of your friends from university. But Charles had whined and begged about wanting to decorate cookies, about wanting to be a part of the tradition, and you’d given in oh so easily.

He has a heart shaped one in his hand, a knife with red frosting in the other hand. He’s being so delicate, so particular, like it means so much to him. It’s just a cookie, you want to say to him. You hold my actual heart in your hands every day without a care, but you’re so delicate with a cookie?

Except, then, you’re thinking about it, and maybe that’s not true. Charles is brash and bold and confident, but he’s never anything other than gentle with you. He cares deeply, throws himself headfirst into things, he’s all or nothing. But when he’s around you he lets his guard down, takes the time to think. He’s cautious, heartfelt, kind. He takes his time.

“Max asked me to play padel today,” he says casually. “To make up for him missing our match.”

You laugh, though it feels a bit forced. You’re watching his hands, watching as he takes the white icing and writes something on the cookie. “Oh? You didn’t go?”

Charles shakes his head. “He wasn’t free till 11:00. I told you I’d be here at 10:30.”

You frown, blinking at him. He’s so focused on the cookie he doesn’t even notice you staring. He hasn’t spent this much time on a single cookie since he got to your apartment that morning.

“You could have come over later,” you say.

He shakes his head. “This was more important. I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”

It shouldn’t be the moment, is the thing. Nothing spectacular happens. It’s not like he’s made some big confession, not like anything drastic has changed. Somehow, you just know. He looks up at you, a soft smile on his face, and it’s so, so obvious. You wonder if this is what he sees when you look at him. You wonder if this is what everyone else has seen and told you about. There’s so much love in his gaze that it makes your heart skip a beat, makes your skin feel hot, makes your fingertips go numb. You set your cookie down on the table.

He holds his in his own hand, peering down at it as if he’s judging it in a competition. He turns it between his fingers, leaving a red thumbprint on the underside of it. He has icing on his fingers, all the colors of the rainbow. It’ll probably stain his skin.

“You are always more important,” he breathes, and you can’t breathe at all. “The most important.”

He turns the cookie towards you, but you already know what it’ll say. His initials and yours, in white icing on a red backdrop. He’s been saying it all along, really. The whole way. More love. I know. Somehow it has still caught you off guard, stolen the air from your lungs and the words from your lips. All this time pining after him and you had never actually considered he might be feeling it, too. But it’s there, written on the cookie, and it’s written on his face, too.

You lean in to kiss him. He tastes like frosting and feels like love, and you wonder how you didn’t see it sooner.

…..

A week later, Pierre spots the matching hickeys on yours and Charles’ necks and laughs his ass off.

“I told you,” he says, through peals of laughter, shaking his head. “You are both so blind.”

Charles wraps his arm around your waist, and you shrug. You stare up at your boyfriend, happier than you’ve ever been, the weight of his hand on your hip grounding you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, dismissing Pierre even as he continues to laugh. “We figured it out. That’s all that matters.”

Charles leans close, presses his lips to your forehead. You feel it all. The years of waiting, wondering, wishing. Pierre is congratulating the two of you and saying something about calling Carlos about a bet they’d apparently had. You can’t bring yourself to care. In the end, you suppose, Pierre deserves to gloat. All your friends do.

They were right, after all.

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“my boyfriend peels my oranges for me” but could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you??? and find nourishment at the very sight of you?????? could he???? COULD HE???

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Here's a list of over 200 completed AO3 Rosekiller fics.

I'll update with the fics under 2k tomorrow.

like real people

Tsprongs

Word count 147431

I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you

Greensenne

Word count 122767

Annoying

godforsaken_mess

Word count 105759

Beneath the mask

paletragedycandy

Wordcount 105164

Tender curiousities baby!

Otrtbs (from art heist universe)

Word count 79212

Starvin darlin'

showalittlelife

Word count 66261

A serpent and his rose

LovelyLittleManiac

Wordcount 65028

we can take it out back if you promise to give me a kiss after you take me down

greenvlvtcouch

Wordcount 54263

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

One last party (before we meet our end)

maladaptivewriting and something_about_mothmab

Wordcount 51006

Intermission

Bizzarestars

Wordcount 42640

Having a ghost in my bed

fromagony

word count 42785

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Tender lovings

ilosthesea

Wordcount 37687

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Straight A's

stargirly161

Wordcount 32167

Emerald green and hazel brown

The_Potterhead

Wordcount 31552

The earth is brighter than the sun (now that you're here)

arkhamasylum

Wordcount 30549

A truthful joke

justreadandwritex

Wordcount 30120

Two sides of the same coin

anything706

Wordcount 24827

Call it what you want

Ixcuxex

Wordcount 23704

Masked masterpiece

2CursedCheer2

Wordcount 21602

Walk unafraid

Arkhamasylum

Wordcount 20673

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

you hold my heart in your hands

star4daisy

Wordcount 20287

Just a little bit colder

orchideous_nox

Wordcount 18377

The innocence imperium

Findinf_Amethyst

Wordcount 17904

Teach me tonight

Countingstarchasers

Wordcount 15926

Rage against the walking dawn

dracure

Wordcount 13663

Loving you (is the antidote)

serendipitysirius

Wordcount 13627

When the heart would cease (ours never knew peace)

Elysiren

Wordcount 12526

Midnight Rain

blackmojito

wordcount 10557

The veiled affair

moonsonlyfans

Wordcount 10522

I hope your organs fail you (before I do)

anotveryscarydragon

Wordcount 10019

Curiosity killed the cat (what Evan and Barty did that night)

anauro

Wordcount 9959

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Anonymous

Wordcount 9824

Kiss me! (Tonight?)

LondonDziban

Wordcount 9773

everything that rises must converge

sonderau

Wordcount 9681

My lose lover (I was made for you)

jamespottersmixtape

Wordcount 9297

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Holding my heart out in shaking hands

twoclosetothestars

Wordcount 9046

Cherry Hot Chocolate

Ludo_ten

Wordcount 8850

Me and You

polyjuicedpadfoot

Wordcount 8871

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

At least let me think that I knew you

sleepy_lotus

Wordcount 8796

Searching for someday

moonysmidnightlibrary

Wordcount 8385

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Wildflower

sequinhaze

Wordcount 6313

Don't wanna sleep

Hoffiyen

Wordcount 8327

Mystery of love

Orphan_account

Wordcount 8325

All of the pieces

dontknowmyhouse24

Wordcount 8279

(S)he that he loves

lolokids

Wordcount 8198

Black roses

MoonshineDreams

Wordcount 8129

Second guessing

dracure

Wordcount 8062

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What happens if I don't like it (I like it)

stardust_candy

Wordcount 8034

They're calling it a crime (you give yourself to it)

evermore

Wordcount 7991

Up in our business, baby!

ANYANGEL

wordcount 7587

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Black iris, your eyes: hymn of bees and roses

julysrain

Wordcount 7461

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Do you want me (or do you not)

graveryavery

Wordcount 7357

D-man

star4daisy

Wordcount 7173

Fight to survive, love of my life

cheeryknots

wordcount 7173

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Run little lion, run

meraecherie

Wordcount 7031

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The dark mark

Autimn__feather

Wordcount 6886

Wherever you stray, I follow

scarsaroundstars

Wordcount 6675

Love you to the moon and to Saturn

Anonymous

Wordcount 6567

I can't help but love you

Artybane

Wordcount 6471

Put me down, put me out of misery (I'm fatally yours)

greenvlvetcouch

Wordcount 6358

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The next thing I know Evan took me to the bathroom

sleepy_lotus

Wordcount 6307

Villain origins: barty crouch jr

Bucky_is_our_king

Wordcount 6290

Suffocate

cherryredmarlene

Wordcount 6238

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dark cherry

Blackbutterfly207

Wordcount 6098

The Slytherins

Grayssaturn

Wordcount 6057

Addicted to you

star4daisy

Wordcount 6013

Amortensia Shenanigans

CherryBraces

Wordcount 5826

Anything || rosekiller

Totalangsthater

Wordcount 5806

Puff puff pass

patchworkplea

Wordcount 5642

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one got shit and the other got lost

All_for_the_andriel

Wordcount 5618

I'll break you

Anonymous

Wordcount 5615

I'm gonna love you til my dying day

bkuebirdrk

wordcount 5579

Hunger hurts (and I want him so bad, oh it kills)

flowersfromlilli

Wordcount 5546

From the same vine

shittywriting

Wordcount 5446

Joking truths

avil10

Wordcount 5421

All I do is look for you

taurustrash

Wordcount 5408

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something of mine

stoned_regulus

Wordcount 5313

The very first night

constellationgrayson

wordcount 5291

Most fun I ever had (I did something bad)

cheeryknots

Wordcount 5275

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Remember that night

Orphan_account

Wordcount 5178

Snowy eyelashes

arkhamasylum

Wordcount 5157

Drunk on love

amethyst_citrine

Wordcount 5038

Love you to the bone

Satansgatassistant

Wordcount 5035

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teenage dirtbag

emyyy_thj

Wordcount 5014

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aren't we romantic?

Ash_Brams

Wordcount 4915

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you get me mesmerized, baby!

ANYANGEL

wordcount 4914

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Never the same

freesomisscary_2

Wordcount 4912

Barty's tattoos and more

JayLayMay

Wordcount 4891

Come for me, comfort me

damagecontrol

4888

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Free

star4daisy

Wordcount 4881

Loosening up

polyjuicedpadfoot

Wordcount 4716

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Like smoke behind glass

214lilacsky

Wordcount 4644

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resurrection

CanYouHearMyFear

Wordcount 4583

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Evan's guardian angel

Black_Dahlias

Wordcount 4500

You are in love

rachel_elizabeth_truth

Wordcount 4428

Such a lovely place to die with you

cheeryknots

Wordcount 4363

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Let me out my lips to something

sanguinerose

Wordcount 4363

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Sorry for your loss, I will be your gain

aithusarosekiller

Wordcount 4356

And then you say I want you for worse or for better

Anonymous

Wordcount 4353

You could do so much better than me

Ghostofafruit

Wordcount 4238

Sit down, breathe, and just listen

Ifididthenididnt

Wordcount 4228

You get it going, baby!

ANYANGEL

Wordcount 4288

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blood on my shirt, rose in my hand

orchideous_nox

Wordcount 4306

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You were never mine

aithusarosekiller

Wordcount 4321

Good little rose

c1garettesfor_moony

Wordcount 4222

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bad things

Solmussa

Wordcount 4194

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why the flowers dont grow

moonblooms

Wordcount 4184

For you, I think I'd lose myself

HuffleStar

Wordcount 4134

The way he loves

comfycouch

wordcount 4087

Chop Suey!

petruswine

Wordcount 4058

Finally cut you off!

Anonymous

Wordcount 4003

Don't want none of this (good times, all the time)

cheeryknots

Wordcount 3980

Take me to the lakes where all the.poets went to die

Wolfstaremus

Wordcount 3930

Reverse dress up

heartnipnops

Wordcount 3869

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By the wave of my hand

Kiwi2229

Wordcount 3864

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start carvin darlin

flowersfromlilli

Wordcount 3859

never felt so alone

mystiology

Wordcount 3817

Save a horse (ride a cowboy)

crayondyke

Wordcount 3672

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devil in a new dress

atonheartmother

Wordcount 3660

high tide came and brought you in

killerofroses

Wordcount 3616

Bet I could suck you off better than McDonald did

Moon_Wolf_42 and Serendibite_7

Wordcount 3593

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the lust in your eyes is what drives me on

songofabluebird

Wordcount 3509

The drug in me is you

bloodytreason

wordcount 3497

I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

malakiwis

wordcount 3471

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Let it begin, it has never stopped

PhoenixBlackHale

Wordcount 3418

And you don't want to know me (I will just let you down)

Raggedypond

Wordcount 3329

The car

in_process_please_wait

Wordcount 3271

Cruel summer

FlowWrites

Wordcount 3256

Thorns have Roses

fluerdeserre

Wordcount 3244

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the room was fit for two (the bed was left in ruins)

joyuu

wordcount 3240

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the ghost of what should have been

Minstrelz

Wordcount 3218

Shotgun

DayDreamingQueen

wordcount 3183

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Lost you before I even had you

Orphan_account

Wordcount 3174

A lesson in love

starsnsoul

Wordcount 3111

The in-between part 01

ANYANGEL

wordcount 3057

Slow dancing with Barty crouch jr

loonylupinx

Wordcount 3039

Sick, twisted, and selfish

jamespottersmixtape

Wordcount 3024

A slut for you

Orphan_account

Wordcount 3010

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I love you (and I won't forget you)

loons_moons

Wordcount 3000

To be seen

twoclosetothestars

Wordcount 2982

I want to feel all that love and emotion

GayonfireLGBBQ

wordcount 2966

And so we meet again (in every world except our own)

samosasandlife

wordcount 2942

Only you darling

itsafookinlesbian

Wordcount 2929

As long as I got you

drxp_fxckxng_dxxd

Wordcount 2911

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Speak again bright angel speak again

sapphic_romeo

Wordcount 2907

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a temptation of doing something and the instant questioning

conrmoon

Wordcount 2894

Marry me (today and every day)

grimjobs

Wordcount 2863

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you get me closer to god

fromagony

Wordcount 2857

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stars and fireworks and butterflies

peoplebyagustd

Wordcount 2847

Love me more

RosierTwinCEO

Wordcount 2816

death is a sweet mercy

norwiaAH

Wordcount 2813

You're so stupid (please kiss me)

Lovely_e

Wordcount 2798

Boys

publunchesownmyass

Wordcount 2778

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Until we're fusing

Koivdz

Wordcount 2775

The unfortunate son

flowerflood

Wordcount 2772

Though I've closed my eyes

MoonshineDreams

Wordcount 2752

Take the key (and kiss me)

InEvanRosiersPocket

Wordcount 2742

Chosen last (I don't speak my mind, I just sit and listen)

ParchmentandPaws

Wordcount 2690

Where all the lovers went to die

claiedlunie

Wordcount 2677

Don't be a strangers

dry_cereal

Wordcount 2668

A certain romance

SebbiGrey

Wordcount 2653

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As long as you love me

Rem (propheciesanddreams)

Wordcount 2594

At the hand of death

newtmasinmyhrt

Wordcount 2553

Faster than you could say sabotage

stardust_candy

Wordcount 2535

Pull beneath the surface

KroLiev

Wordcount 2529

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secrets

SamClaflinismyhusband

Wordcount 2489

For fucks sake!

Lovely_e

Wordcount 2439

Messy

JoanneoVecen

Wordcount 2424

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You will be the death of me

m3ntally1ll

Wordcount 2397

All for you

dramaticwitchbitch

Wordcount 2351

Bad idea right?

notyourjamespotter

Wordcount 2348

Less than ideal study techniques

heartnipnops

Wordcount 2325

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Jealousy, jealousy

mytearsblack

Wordcount 2310

Dirty vibration

Just_a_bean

Wordcount 2298

I'll call you darling, hold you tight

inkpurpl

Wordcount 2289

Oh (the thorns of a rose)

lilyofthevalleyys

Wordcount 2269

Choke

cherryredmarlene

Wordcount 2255

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Well never have sex

actuallyjamespotter

Wordcount 2252

Rowdy night

The_Potterhead

Wordcount 2248

My pretty rose

Black_Dahlias

Wordcount 2237

December 7: Barty

little_alouette

Wordcount 2236

hits different (cause it's you)

CRAmber and midnightscollab

Wordcount 2228

Marked

lunablack (tobeeoptomistic)

Wordcount 2224

Loving is a desperate thing

KroLiev

Wordcount 2219

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I want to be the me that you see

sigme7

Wordcount 2188

he's doing it on purpose

Adlevise

Wordcount 2175

Somebody sold us all kinds of lies

Ifididthenididnt

Wordcount 2156

The gang is what I trust

STARS4SOFAI

Wordcount 2154

Heart to heart

kazsbf

Wordcount 2152

I stayed there

stoned_regulus

Wordcount 2130

The night all the roses died

Actiaslunaaster

Wordcount 2125

Never open your post

Black_Dahlias

Wordcount 2125

Operation Rosekiller

Redraven31086

Wordcount 2114

Snakes can love too

Orphan_account

Wordcount 2107

Tell me your limit and we'll cross the line again

JBlackMalfoyRosier

Wordcount 2103

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late night devil put your hands on me

pumpkinspider

Wordcount 2101

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haunted

kazsbf

Wordcount 2097

kannibalistische liebe

twistjjedm

Wordcount 2088

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Ill let you have sex with me

Iheartstrawberrys

Wordcount 2074

Because we're just friends (the friends who undress)

Rupinraven

Wordcount 2068

Are you scared of moths

Mico_Evelyn

Wordcount 2057

Will you shut up and listen to me for a minute you twat

ConfusednDisappointed

Wordcount 2032

Eton Mess

KroLiev

Wordcount 2019

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I hate you (I love you)

Spiteful_sunshine

Wordcount 2001

Time can't stop me quite like you did

paintedindigo

Wordcount 2000

[straaawberrry]

[straaawberrry]

Last winter in Hogsmeade ❄️🤍

[straaawberrry]

are we dating, are we fucking? is OUT NOW!

you can read here.

[straaawberrry]

[straaawberrry]

Season 4 be like

Jack: guys, we need to find them, Hannibal probably kidnapped Will, he's most likely torturing him! Will is suffering unsurmountable pain as we speak!!

*Cut to Will's face moaning, dripping sweat and contorting himself*

Jack: This is very serious, I want everyone on the team on this! We need to rescue Will. Our poor friend, I can't begin to imagine the horrors he's going through right now.

*Cut to Will panting, lips parted, eyes rolling back, lots of sounds*

Jack: I won't be able to sleep at night just thinking about the nasty things Hannibal's putting him through!

*Cut to Will looking down*

"Oh my god, you're killing me."

Jack: This is tragic. Absolutely tragic. I can't imagine how he's even coping...

*Cut to Will blissed out, breathless, and Hannibal slides up in the frame, red, swollen lips, smiling.*

Jack: He's a hostage to that selfish,

*Cut to Hannibal kissing Will's neck*

Jack: Heartless,

*Hannibal kissing his forehead, gazing lovingly*

Jack: Awful man,

*Hannibal kissing Will's face, neck, chest, everywhere, lots of kisses*

Jack: I just know Will's living in hell now.

*Will smiling back, leaning in to kiss Hannibal*

Jack: He's probably starving him, too.

*Hannibal feeding Will strawberries dipped in chocolate*

Jack: He'll be looking like hell when we find him...

*Hannibal gently rubbing scar healing cream in Will's cheek, then planting a kiss on his lips*

Jack: God, I can see him having not one second of peace, just torture,

*Will peacefully laying in the couch in Hannibal's arms, while he reads for him*

Jack: and torture,

*Hannibal massaging Will's scalp in the bathtub*

Jack: And more torture.

*Hannibal spooning Will who sleeps peacefully*

Jack: What a nightmare.

Inspired by @the-other-will-graham

[straaawberrry]

Finally read that one chapter in ATYD and I am in TEARS

"Sirius"

"Why did you burn that letter ?"

"It wasn't from mum"

"I wrote it myself, I wanted to see you"

Dear LORD, it's so painful

#atyd marauders #marauders

[straaawberrry]

Sirius: i’m gay

James: that’s cool mate

James: everyone has gay thoughts though

Remus:

Peter:

Sirius:

Remus: boy do i have news for you

[straaawberrry]

Sirius who has had to say James’ name three times to get him to tear his eyes away from a certain Slytherin on the other side of the room:

“You’re going to marry my brother one day aren’t you?”

James who hasn’t even asked Regulus out yet but is so far gone:

“Absolutely.”