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telltalesketch · 1 year

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What Lies Beyond the Veil

A Red Dead Redemption 2 Supernatural AU

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Chapter Five: Silver Lining

Warnings: Mentions of extreme pain, sexual undertones, and puns.

Word Count: 2,731

Dutch is pulled from his rest by blinding agony.

It tears through him like pulsing fire that scorches every muscle it passes. He wants to scream but his throat is so tense that all he can manage is a strangled cry. His mind is a flurry of questions and confusion as he sees that he’s been laid out in a cold, barely lit cabin with rotting walls. Where is everyone? Is John okay? Did they get away from that thing?

Dutch’s eyes screw shut as the searing ache pulses out into his limbs. One of his questions is answered as he hears his best friend’s voice. He feels Hosea’s hand grab his and he can’t help but squeeze as the spasms wrack through his body. “It hurts.” He winces as he hears his own voice. “Everything hurts.” Dutch groans again as another wave moves through his body. He hears Hosea speak, but the words don’t register.

He manages to open his eyes and sees Hosea standing beside him, his gaze focused off toward the foot of the bed. His eyes follow Hosea’s and he sees Arthur standing by the door. The way Arthur goes pale looking at him, how his green eyes go wide, makes Dutch worry for his own well being.

Then he’s gone out the door.

Another pulse of fire wracks through Dutch’s body and his eyes clamp shut again as he lets out an agonized groan. Hosea pulls his hand away when his grip loosens momentarily and instead elects to set his hands on his shoulders. Dutch hears him speak and does his best to focus on his words. “- hang on, Dutch. Arthur’s getting Swanson we’ll take care of the pain soon.” Hosea says calmly as he reassures him. Dutch tries to nod in acknowledgment.

The wait is agonizing and feels as if it's gone on for hours, especially as he starts to hear every clunk and creak of footsteps as people enter the cabin hurriedly. Then the pain rears up to a kind he is sure he’s never experienced. His throat loosens and he lets out a scream of agony. It feels like his body is trying to twist itself inside out. His bones scream, his organs burn, everything gets loud and every smell invades his senses. Every fiber of his being is overwhelmed and tortured. In the wake of the pain he begins thrashing, as though keeping his body moving would free him from this agony. Then he feels hands come down upon his shoulders and force him into the bed. Something crawls forth from the back of his mind at that, something that tells him to fight as he now tries to pull himself free from the grip.

There’s shouting as he tries to break free. A snarl lets loose from his throat between agonized screams as he thrashes against those restraining him. Though he doesn’t feel the needle as it enters the forearm that the Reverend tries desperately to hold down. Once the morphine enters his system, it works quickly. The searing burn begins to ebb away and he stops his spasms, though the lingering embers of the fire in his veins remain amid the wash of drugs. He feels the weight of people lift free from his shoulders as he sinks back down into the furs and blankets. A sigh of relief escapes his lips as an idle ache thrums beneath his skin. He draws ragged and deep breaths into his starved lungs. Slowly the exhaustion returns to his body and memories draw him into a deep sleep.

“Dutch?”

“Yes?” Dutch purred as he pulled himself closer to her, nestling his nose into the soft strawberry blonde waves of hair that laid upon their pillow. He felt like this would be the closest he’d ever get to what heaven was like. A warm hotel room with a lit fire, curled up with his savior beneath soft sheets, and lulled into a sense of peace hearing the muffled sound of revelry from the parlor below.

“Where do you plan on going next?” She asked.

Dutch took a moment, humming as he raked through his recent memories. “Well…Hosea and I were thinking about heading East. Probably into Virginia City, a town with that much silver has to have a few suckers.” With a smirk he nuzzles the spot behind her ear with his nose. “And I’m sure there’s monsters up in those hills you can hunt too.”

There was a long pause of silence just barely cut by the crackling of burning logs. “About that…”

Dutch tensed. “…Nora?”

“I have to go to Singapore.” The Gates of Heaven slammed shut in his face in that moment.

He sat up, propping himself up on his elbow, and looked down at her with genuine shock. “Sing-why?”

She rolled over onto her back to face him. “Assignment.”

“Monster hunters have assignments?”

Nora sighed. “They do when they work for the Vatican.”

He stared at her blankly for a moment as the realization hit him. “…..this supernatural business really is a problem isn’t it?” In the last two weeks he’d been with her that only just occurred to him. He was certainly more preoccupied with other things.

“Only when you look close enough….Or when they start burning down villages and eating townspeople.” She added, almost distantly.

Dutch looked down at her, his brows pulled into a look of confusion as a feeling he wasn’t familiar with crept into his chest. He was going to miss her, sorely. The thought of saying goodbye felt like a lead weight on his shoulders. “When are you leaving?” He asked softly, perhaps the softest he’d ever spoken to her.

Her stoic expression seemed to falter for a moment, but it was only a flicker. “I need to be on a boat across the Pacific by the end of the month.” She replied very matter of factly.

“Is there a chance that I’ll ever see you again?” He said without much thought, as if being given some sense of hope would stop the feeling of his heart sinking. He reached out his hand to cup her cheek tenderly.

After a long moment the answer he received was a side-to-side shake of the head.

He leaned in closer to her almost desperately as he touched his nose to her’s and lowered his voice. “Nora, my dear, there has to be a way?”

She smiled and reached up to rest her hand upon his wrist. “Dutch, it was fate we met in the first place. Well, fate if fate was you being perfect prey for a vampire… “ She added with a sly smile, though her jab was met with a rigid frown. “You’d have to stay in one place. Which isn’t you. Nor is it Hosea or that poor teenager you’ve both decided to drag into your schemes.”

“Oh we aren't dragging Arthur around.” Dutch retorted quickly.

Nora sighed. “You’re missing my point….be honest with me Dutch. Will you really remember me years from now?”

Without a moment of pause Dutch answered. “No woman will ever compare.”

Nora barked out a small laugh. “Mon loup, you will not fool me with that flattery.” She started, letting go of his hand to push on his chest. She pushed hard, but he fell back off of her without any contest. “I am sure many more women will cross your path, and you’ll rope them in or catch their interest just as you have mine.” His back hit the mattress and with one fluid motion she was on top of him, straddling his lap. “And I am sure that one of them can afford the risk of leaving whatever life you find them in to be with you. After that I will be a passing memory.” She said with a small smirk, resting her hands on his chest.

Dutch would be lying if he said that he wasn’t entranced by her for a moment. “That could all happen, yes.” He sat up against her hands, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. “But I know that I will never forget my savior so long as I walk this earth.” He punctuated his statement with a kiss. She returned it, and let him relish in the tender moment.

Nora pulled away from the kiss after a long while. Her hazel eyes half lidded as she stared into his brown ones. There’s another pause before she smiled at him softly. “We’ll see if fate should ever bring us together again then, hmm?”

Dutch grinned at her response and pulled her back in again. This time the kiss far more passionate as Nora tangled her fingers in his curly black hair and pulled. He let out an approving groan, though his mind wandered to an idea for a moment. He pulls away, breathing heavy. “Or…what if we follow you to Singapore?” He asked cheekily, a sly grin on his face.

“Dutch Van Der Linde, you are the King of Fools.” Nora huffed as she pushed him down into the mattress. He stared up at her with that same grin and dreamy stare.

“And you are my Queen, Nora Dupont.”

Arthur looks over Dutch as he stops writhing, still holding him down as he drifts off into unconsciousness. He only lifts his hands from his shoulders when he’s sure that Dutch won’t wake up. The others seem to follow his lead. Arthur looks up from Dutch to see an expression of horror on Swanson’s face as he stands beside Dutch with the needle still in his hand. Hosea stands at the head of Dutch’s bed beside him and Arthur can clearly see the worry written on his worn features.

“What the hell…?” Swanson stutters out.

Arthur looks over Dutch as he sleeps deeply, his brows knit together in an expression of concern. "He's-"

"We don't know." Hosea interrupts him. "I'm sure we'll find out, for now, the two of you should get back to the schoolhouse. Give Dutch some space and keep warm."

Swanson looks as though he wants to say something further but instead he abides by Hosea's orders without a word. He leaves the cabin while Hosea returns to his seat beside his best friend. There is a long moment of silence as he and Arthur both watch the rise and fall of Dutch’s chest anxiously.

“Did you-“

“Yes, Arthur…I saw his eyes.” Hosea says with a sigh.

The acknowledgement is all it takes for that once lingering sense of dread to permeate the air completely. Both are silent, the weight of the situation dawning on them as the implications set in. Frederick’s words play on loop in Arthur’s head.

Your friend has a month.

All the fears of Dutch becoming a monster, of John being right, make it harder for Arthur to stay standing. He slowly grabs an empty chair and drags it to sit beside Hosea. He sits down wordlessly, eyes trained on Dutch’s bandaged shoulder. It feels like a crushing force is coming down on him. Images of Dutch as that beast, covered from head to toe in black fur and looking at everyone with those hungry amber eyes. The idea of having to stop Dutch to save everyone. To need to put down the man that brought him up like a son. He closes his eyes as if to stop the images and ideas from running through his head, but they keep playing. Blood, gore, and the screams of the gang over the horrendous snarling of a man made beast. A silver bullet glimmering in the barrel of his gun as he level’s it at the monster’s chest and-

“Do you think we’re gonna need to treat him for fleas?” Hosea asks, interrupting Arthur’s spiraling worry like a wrench being thrown into moving gears. He immediately snaps his head to look at him, initially confused until he sees Hosea’s face. He’s wearing a wicked smile across his lips and a childlike mirth in his eyes. To which Arthur simply glares as his worry is replaced with annoyance.

“That’s not funny, Hosea.”

Hosea lets loose the laugh he was holding in at his own joke. “Can’t blame me for trying to find the silver lined humor in this, Arthur.”

“Hosea.” He almost growls out the name, very done with his jokes at the expense of the man lying unconscious and wounded in front of them.

After a few moments his laughter subsides and he looks at Arthur, his grin falling to a bittersweet smile. “We’ll get through this, Arthur.” He says softly with a conviction that Arthur wants to believe is enough. He opens his mouth to retort but elects to close it and go back to looking at Dutch while Hosea gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

He desperately wants to believe.

The two fall into silence. Despite his irritation Hosea’s joke did relieve Arthur of the horrendous flurry of anxiety, but the dread still rattles about in his chest.

“What are we gonna do, Hosea?” The weight of worry on Arthur’s words is clear in how quietly he asks that question.

Hosea stays silent for a few long moments, eyes trained on Dutch as he shakes his head slowly.

Arthur begins to wonder if Hosea will say anything when the older man finally speaks. “Best we can do is make our way out of the mountains first chance we get.”

“Where do we go from there? We can’t keep Dutch in a wagon like this for too long.” Arthur quickly asks back.

“If I remember right there’s a cattle town called Valentine just out of the mountains East of here.” Hosea adds, leaning back in his chair and grasping his arms closer to himself as the biting cold whistles in through the ramshackle windows. “We’ll head out once the wagons thaw enough for us to dig 'em free.”

Arthur bites down a shiver at the cold and turns his head to look at Hosea. “What do we do until then?”

Hosea huffs. "Survive....Like we always do.” He looks to Arthur and nods his head toward the door with a reassuring smile. “Get some sleep, Arthur. You’ve had a hell of a day dealing with werewolves.” Hosea says that last word with a bit of mockery, letting out a quick chuckle to emphasize it.

Arthur rolls his eyes in response. “I’m fine, Hosea.” He says, leaning back in the chair. However, he grimaces as his shoulders move, the muscles tight and aching from the falls he’d taken earlier. He isn’t young enough to just shrug those off without it coming back to haunt him anymore. He spares a glance at Hosea as the pain settles and the man is giving him a knowing look. He’d definitely seen that.

With a frown and a frustrated huff Arthur stands from his chair and rolls his shoulders, wincing again at the pain that shoots through his back. “Fine.” Arthur says curtly as he walks toward the door, he hovers in the threshold for a moment to glance back at Dutch. He moves slightly in his drug induced slumber, but it seems like the pain is gone. A small reassurance.

He tries not to think about those amber eyes as he leaves for his room.

The boards creak beneath his footfalls and the wind howls outside, rattling around in his bones as he sits upon the even creakier bed. He’s almost hesitant to lean back on it for fear that the entire frame would give out under his weight and add just another reason for his back to hate him. The whistling of the howling wind through the boarded and broken windows doesn’t help the idea of sleep too much either.

Though the wind carries the tune of Javier’s guitar and Uncle’s halfway decent singing with it. He smiles, taking a small comfort in the fact that spirits aren’t quite dead up in this frozen hellscape. They’ll be out soon enough; this frost can’t last forever. With a small huff Arthur lays back on the cot, grimacing at the horrid creaking of the wood as it takes his full weight. Once he’s laid down and is sure the bed won’t give out on him, he tips his hat down over his eyes and crosses his arms while he waits for sleep to take him.

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thereallordgrape · 2 years

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❤️Love Languages❤️

I had this idea in mind for a while and now I'm finally posting it! For a hot minute, I was highly interested in love languages and took a test of my own. Apparently, I'm a gift-giver which isn't really surprising if you know me personally. So I decided to write down what I think my characters' love languages are.

Mjøsa's would be acts of service, she'd bend hell over backward for the Bevy. If she cares about you, she'll go out of her way to make sure you're okay. Need something? She'll get it in an hour. Hungry? Here's some fish she caught. Tired? She'll carry you home. She's sweet deep down, but please don't take advantage, she's been through a lot.

Lucille would be a gift giver. She has a strange way of showing love and buying stuff is one of the healthiest ways she knows how. Money talks to this fashionista. Hence her giving Olevia most of her clothes. Jose definitely benefits from the relationship and holds no shame in being known as her "sugar baby." She mostly gives clothes and jewelry since they are important to her and a major factor in her career.

Nedjem is a terrible gift giver, but what he is great at is words of affirmation. He excels at encouraging others to do their best. When he does take time to think through his words, they hold value. He channels his father when the moment is right. Also, he gives great hugs, so he has a hint of physical touch as a love language too.

To Olevia, quality time is important. Growing up isolated is not ideal for her, so going out of her way to spend time with someone and get to know them is important. Whether it's baking with someone, training with Dai Tai, flying with her kids, or reading with Renee, Olevia takes the time to heart and carries those moments with her. The ultimate proof of love (for Olevia's case lol) she's sentimental like that. Also, she loves to dance (not the best but can hold a rhythm). Dancing can be intimate for her, holding someone close. Guess that ties to physical touch as well.

Empusa is a touchy person, there's not a moment where she isn't touching her mother or one of her cult members. If she has genuine feelings of love for you, physical touch is a must, she needs to feel skin-on-skin contact. Whether skimming her hand along their back, massaging shoulders, or even playing with fingers are proclamations of love. Surprisingly, if she's feeling especially touchy, she enjoys holding hands. There's an intimacy to it she can't explain, so holding hands is a big step lol.

Sophia is a tricky one, but arguably hers are words of affirmation. Let's be honest though if she' even wants to talk to you outside of her work speaks volumes to your character. Also what she'll say to you won't necessarily be compliments, but back-handed ones. Again, be glad she wants to speak with you, means you meet her high standards for a decent person.

Jodie when she finds someone she likes, she'll stick to them. Become attached to the hip, so to speak. Arthur and Dottie can attest, that Jodie enjoys sticking close to those she cares for. Family scavenger hunts, picnics, nap times, Jodie is always down for quality time and group relaxation.

For Arthur, you know how when you laugh you make eye contact with the person closest to you? Or how when Scooby is scared, he jumps into Shaggy's arms and vice versa? Physical contact with someone he's closest to brings him great comfort. Although he does get annoyed when Jodie highjacks his cases, he's low-key happy to have another presence to join him for the ride.

Gem has the best taste when it comes to gift giving. Growing up with only his mother, he learns to pay attention to what she likes and, especially when a sale goes right, he splurges on his mom (definitely a momma's boy). However, knowing Gem he can use it in a nefarious fashion gifting others to manipulate them to get what he wants. Similar to this scene in Arcane with Mel gifting the councilor that trinket, knowing it would make him favor her. Gem knows how to turn a diamond into coal, so just pay attention to what you have that he may want.

BONUS: Drew values quality time. Growing up in a circus, she enjoyed stretching and working out with her parents. She'd love to share her passion for keeping herself fit with someone who holds the same values. Helping them stretch while talking about their day sounds like a good time for Drew.

Welp, that's all for now! Once I get more adjusted to my new job, I'll hopefully be able to hop on here more. Send in asks if you want, take care!

#mjøsa #lucille dupont #nedjem #empusa #olevia masters #sophia masters #jodie jones-rodgers #arthur jones-rodgers #gem mclean #drew

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partyfvrs · 2 years

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#romeo.#name subject to change but #this photo gave me an idea…#🫶#in line with the duponts #one way or another #opp: dalton beckham.#opp: arthur hawthorne.#opp: theodore richards.#opp: carver dupont.

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frenchcurious · 2 months

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Shell Gas Station at 376 Dupont Street in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, October 31, 1923. Photo by Arthur Goss. - source Hub van den Hurk.

#shell #toronto #ontario #canada #arthur goss

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olicitymckono · 4 months

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I STILL LOVE YOU

AN: Hey guys, how is everyone? This is something I whipped up and if you enjoyed it then send me a like or a request.

Any mistakes are my own. I'm still learning french so forgive me if it's wrong.

Warnings: My feeble attempt at smut so pls be gentle.

Yn DuPont always wondered how she had become friends with the Leclerc siblings. Yes, her mother and Pascale had been friends and co-owners of the salon before she had passed away a few years ago but Yn just didn’t get how Arthur could be friends with her. She was smart but that was all she had going for her. No one besides Arthur ever spent time talking to her when they were at school. She had even heard once how some of his guy friends had been asking him how she and him could be friends. He had stood up for her making her smile but that was who he was. Her protector. A few weeks ago, though Dante Gabriel one of her fellow classmates asked her to be his date for some dance. At first, she had said no but over the course of the next few days he had worn her down until she agreed. Arthur was happy for her. It was time she let herself have some fun instead of just studying all the time. The day of the dance arrived, and Pascale had done her makeup and hair. As she smoothed down the black knee length dress she had chosen, for the first time in her life she felt pretty. She was excited and could feel the butterflies. She went downstairs and sat down on the sofa in the empty house as her father was away on business and waited for her date. And waited she did. 45 minutes passed before she realised, he wasn’t coming. She got up, grabbing keys as she passed the hallway table and slammed the front door closed behind her.

Charles Leclerc was the dreamboat of Monaco. He was a popular Formula 1 driver, and the girls loved him. Boy did he know it. But as fun as it was spending time with his friends and having the fan girls throwing themselves at him, sometimes he enjoyed just being by himself. Currently he was sitting on the deck of his yacht in the marina, enjoying the night sky and the quiet. It wasn’t always that he had time like this, but he was between races and need some much tlc. It was while he was sitting there enjoying the view when something else caught his eye. A young girl who looked oddly familiar was walking across the dock towards one of the other boats. He shook his head though, because it couldn’t be her. She never dressed up and if he remembered correctly, they were all at some dance. He leaned his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes only for a few minutes before his phone started to ring. He picked it up and saw his little brother’s name.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dancing?” he teased his brother.

“Charles, I need your help.”

Charles sat forward, alert. “What’s wrong?”

“It's Yn.”

“Is she ok?”

“I don’t know. She’s not here and she’s not picking up her phone. That dickhead of a date dropped her.”

“What do you mean?”

Charles heard his brother sigh. “Dante asked her to the dance, but he is here with another girl. When I asked him where she was, he said she cancelled. But his date said he lied. It had been some sort of prank.”

“Merde.” Charles realised that it had been her he had seen.

“Charles, I need to find her. We’re leaving the dance now. Can you help?”

“Art, stay. She would want you to have a good time.”

“How can I?”

“I have an idea where she might be. I’ll take care of her. She’ll be pissed if you left because of her. I promise I’ll call you if I can’t find her, ok?”

“I don’t know. “

“I got her.”

After much convincing Arthur agreed and Charles made his way over to a yacht near the end of the jetty. He saw her sitting there. “Permission to come aboard?” he asked loud enough for her to hear.

She turned her head in his direction. “You’re going to whether I say yes or no,” she shrugged.

He could hear that she had been crying and he felt anger surge. She was his friend too and he cared about her. Anyone who could hurt her didn’t deserve to know her. He climbed aboard and made his way up to her. He could see she was wearing a dress and had pulled her hair into a messy bun. But it was her face that hurt him. She had gotten all made up and now her face was stained with tears and smudge makeup, and she was shivering. He took off his hoodie and held it out to her. She tried to smile as she took it before pulling it over her dress. He sat down next to her. “Are you ok?”

“Don’t know why I’m surprised really.”

“What do you mean?”

She tugged her legs up under her and wiped her tears before leaning on her elbows. “I’m not good enough.”

He twisted so that he was looking at her and his was pissed. “What? How can you even think something like that?”

“Because it’s true,” she shrugged.

“Look at me. Hey,” he reached out and lifted her chin, so she was looking at him. “You are so much more than you think.”

“So then why does nobody care about me? No body want me? Even my own father would rather be travelling the world than spend time with me.”

“Cherie, there are people that love you. My mother loves you, my brothers, me.”

“I just.... feel like I’m not enough.”

He pulled her against him and allowed her to cry into his shirt.

Hours had passed in which both of them had fallen asleep. It was only the sound of his phone ringing that woke him up. “Hello?”

“Did you find her?” Arthur’s panicked voice sounded through his phone.

Charles looked down at the still sleeping girl in his arms. “I got her. She’s sleeping at the moment.”

Arthur sighed in relief. “So, she’s, okay?”

“She is. But that guy won’t be if I see him.”

“We took care of that.”

“Art, what did you do?”

“Nothing illegal or that will get us into trouble. Don’t worry. Where did you find her?”

“Pop’s boat.”

“Of course. I’m an idiot.”

Charles chuckled. “I’m gonna let her sleep a bit more. Will bring her home later. Don’t think she should be alone.”

“I’ll meet you there.”

“Ok. Hey Art, bring some supplies.”

“You got it.”

Several hours later Y/n, Charles and Arthur were all stretch out on her large sofa watching horror movies. Arthur had come through with all her favourite snacks and after the day she had Y/n was feeling loads better. She was conscious of the fact that Charles was sitting rather close to her while Arthur was on the other side of them, in actual fact the younger Leclerc boy had fallen asleep a little while ago. Something jumped out in the movie startling Y/n, and she grabbed hold of Charles’ hand. He chuckled as she realised what she had done and quickly tried to withdraw her hand, but he held tighter. “It's ok Cherie.” He whispered. He took their joined hands and placed it down on her thigh making her feel something she hadn’t felt before.

Arthur shifted making her quickly pull away from Charles letting his hand fall on her thigh, when she tried to shift away from him, he increased the pressure making her stop. She gulped. She felt her face begin to heat up as his hand slowly began rubbing circles up and down her leg. Her breath got caught in her throat as she felt his hand slide higher and higher. He turned to her a look in his eyes, “Can I?” She licked her lips hesitantly before nodding. He leaned closer to her till she felt his breath against her skin leaving goose bumps. “Tell me when to stop.” She nodded not sure her brain could form sentences. Her head fall back against the sofa as his hand reached the top of her leg and continued till, he touched her most intimate spot. He kept his eyes on her to make sure she was ok before moving his hand to the top of her shorts. “Open,” he gently instructed. She moved slightly so that her legs were more apart and moaned softly as he slipped his hand down her underwear and touched her bare clit. His hand was warm, but she still shivered as he moved his fingers up and down. She bit down on her own hand as he slipped a finger inside of her. He pressed his lips against her neck before whispering, “Do you like that, Belle?”

“Yes.” She whimpered in pleasure.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, please.”

He increased the speed and inserted another finger, stretching her out causing her to moan a little louder. “Shhh Belle. Don’t want to wake Arthur.” She closed her eyes and bit down on her lips, but Charles quickly reacted. “Take your lip out your mouth.” She complied. He could feel her reaching her climax and just before she could make a noise as she reached her high, he kissed her swallowing her moan. She was so high in that moment that she didn’t even think about the kiss or what any of this meant. As soon as her breathing had returned to normal, Charles withdrew his fingers and popped them in his mouth all the while watching her. He liked how flushed she looked. He pecked her lips one more time before getting up and headed for the bathroom.

A few days later Charles was due to leave for Maranello but every time she was alone with him, he had touched her in some way. She was a little confused by it because whenever someone else was around it was like she didn’t exist. She was currently at home studying, alone yet again when there was a knock at the door. At the door stood Charles with a single red orchid in his hand. “Hey,” she smiled.

“Hey Cherie. Can I come in?”

“Of course.” She stepped aside to let him in. “Who’s that for?” she asked indicating to the flower.

“You.”

She took it from him and smelled it. “I love orchids.”

“I know,” he chuckled.

She walked to the kitchen and quickly found a small vase to put the flower in. As she was pouring water in, she felt his hands on her waist. He had followed her into the kitchen. She felt his lips against her neck as he gently began to pepper kisses on her skin as his hands roamed over her body. She couldn’t help but lean back into him.

He turned her around to face him pulling her into a deep kiss that left her breathless. Shifting them slightly he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her on to the counter causing her to let out a squeak of surprise. He pushed her legs apart and stood between them hands on either leg. Almost on instinct she wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to kiss her once more. After a while he wrapped her legs around his waist and picked her up, carrying her to the sofa. He laid her down, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Remember to tell me to stop if you want.”

“Ok.”

He went back to kissing her neck as she felt his hands slide under her top fingers brushing against her nipples. As one of his hands took a nipple between his fingers the other slowly trailer down her body to the band of her skirt, leaving her skin burning at the contact. He detached his lips from her neck where he had left a dark mark and looked into her eyes. “I’m gonna take them off.” She nodded. He sat up and grabbed the band of her skirt with both hands as she lifted her legs slightly allowing him to pull down her skirt. “I think red would suit you better Cherie.” He remarked seeing the black panties she had on. She squirmed slightly as he pressed his lips to her inner thigh just inches away from where she was beginning to ache. “Charlie?”

“Yes Cherie?” he felt his cock twitch when she called him Charlie.

“Can you......”

“What?” he asked. “Tell me.”

“Touch me here.” She pointed to her clothed pussy.

“How? Like this?” he asked rubbing his finger against the garment. “Or how about like this?” he leaned down and placed a kiss against her sex. Both actions had made the ache even more but something about the kiss had her begging for more.

“Like that Charlie.”

“Then I think we should get rid of these,” he pulled on her panties. He felt himself twitch again at the sight of her bare pussy underneath him. “Si belle ma Cherie.”

He couldn’t wait any long before lowering his face and taking a long swipe of his tongue along her pussy. He had to taste, and it was better than anything he had ever tasted. It was like he was starving, and he hadn’t realized it until now. The faster he licked and longer he sucked, the wetter she got, and the louder her moans. He sure as hell wasn’t going to silence her, the sounds coming out of her mouth was driving him crazy. But his turn would come. He was going to drive her off the edge and then do it again.

“Faster, please Charlie,” she begged as she thread her fingers through his hair. She was close.

He added a finger into her pussy causing her to buck her hips, but he pushed them down with his free hand and held them there as he slid another finger inside her. Her breath quickened and her grip on his hair tightened but he barely felt it as all he could think about was how good she tasted.

“I’m cumming,” she gasped seconds before she felt her release. He kept going till she begged him to stop because of how sensitive she was. He pressed one last kiss on her sensitive nub before moving closer and kissing her lips, letting her taste herself.

“Think you have one more for me? I want to be inside you.”

She reached down and rubbed her hand against his cock, feeling how hard he was. “I want you.” She reached up and undid his belt almost impatient to release him. He stood up making it easier for her to get his pants off. She needed a minute to appreciate the view before she pulled him closer. “I’ve never done this before.”

“We can stop.”

“No, I don’t want to. Just maybe be patient and tell me what you like.”

“Ok.”

She started placing little kitten kisses along the length of his cock on either side but when she placed her mouth around it holding onto him with a hand, that was when he groaned. She wanted to pull away thinking she was doing it wrong, but he held her head exactly where it was. “Don’t stop Cherie. Feels so good.”

She slowly moved her head up and down. His groans were now doing things to her down there. She began moving her hand as well making him groan louder when suddenly he pulled away. “Cha....”

“Need to be inside you right now,” he said before making her lay back. He positioned himself above her entrance before asking her one more time, “Do you want to stop?” As soon as she shook her head no, he was pushing himself inside. Man did it feel amazing how her walls gripped his cock. He tried to go as slow and gentle as possible to allow her time to adjust but she had other things on her mind. She wanted, no she needed him to go faster, harder. She was close to the edge again and so was he, so he picked up the pace. Faster he moved, groaning as he began to feel that pressure increase.

“Right there, I feel it cumming,” she cried.

Right at that moment she climaxed once more, and he pulled out just as he released all over her stomach. Once their breathing was back to normal, Charles got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he had a warm wet face cloth and sat down beside her, before gently cleaning her up.

“What is happening Charles?” she asked.

“I thought that was obvious Cherie?”

“You know what I mean?”

He sat back and pulled her legs onto his lap. “I like you Y/n.”

“But?”

“I have really amazing fans, but also some pretty toxic ones as well. And I’m in the spotlight.... a lot. I don’t want you to get hurt. Or lose you. I’ve seen it happen before. I don’t have a normal life.”

She moved her legs away and stood up,” Okay, I get it.��

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna take a shower.”

Charles sighed watching her close the bathroom door behind her. He sat there for a few minutes hearing the shower running before standing up, “Fuck it.” He pulled his shirt over his head and went in after her.

That night as she lay in her bed, she thought about the conversation they had after he had made her come again in the shower. They both cared a lot about each other and wanted to keep doing what they were doing so he had suggested that they kept it a secret from everyone even their families, at least for the time being. And she had agreed.

And that’s how it started. Every chance they got to sneak away together they took. Y/n would travel to certain races under the pretence that she was going to support Arthur at his races, or she would suggest to her friends to go on mini trips to get a break from school. Charles would constantly send her little gifts of her favourite things to remind her how much he missed her. Weekends away just the two of them. It had been hard keeping the secret from Arthur and the family, but they made it work and even when y/n started getting acceptance letters to medical schools across the globe, Charles had promised things wouldn’t change no matter where in the world they were. And everything was great for over a year......until she showed up.

Charlotte Tilbury was a beautiful, smart leggy blonde who had joined the Ferrari team for the new season. She was their media liaison and the longer they spent together the closer she and Charles became. Night-time calls became shorter and quick weekends away became less but when they were together, Charles reminded y/n how much he loved her. But the weekend of the Italian grand Prix things changed. Charles was spotted out with Charlotte and speculation was rife amongst the media of the new “couple” in the paddock. When she and Arthur had met her for the first time , Arthur had commented on how beautiful and smart Charlotte seemed which was exactly Charles’ type. The media and fans alike couldn’t get enough of the driver and his media liaison.

Y/n stopped answering his calls and responding to his messages. When the time came for Formula 1to hit Monaco he was standing at her door with an explanation. It was a PR stunt that management was forcing him to do. Ferrari were controlling his life and if he wanted to renew his contract, he had to go with it. Apparently, the fans had seen a connection between the driver and his media officer and had run with it. But he was adamant that he loved only her. He asked her to trust him and let it run its course and like a fool she had believed him. She endured the family get together which she had been politely ordered to attend and she had never been one to deny Pascale of anything. Charlotte had joined them and slowly she had to watch as the man she loved was photographed with the other woman. She didn’t attend many races anymore, but she answered his calls and messages pretending she was ok. It wasn’t till he was home for two weeks between races that she reached her braking point. One day he had been helping her study concerned that she was over doing it. But she assured him that she was okay. He had left an hour or so before everyone was due to head over to Pascale’s house for dinner. Y/n finished up her paper before quickly hopping in the shower.

She had been catching up with Carla, Arthur’s girlfriend ever since she had gotten to the house unaware that Charles was even there. It was only when she excused herself to use the rest room did she find out. He was sitting in his old bedroom sitting on the sofa phone in his hand. He was talking to someone who she recognised as Charlotte. She wasn’t one to listen in to other conversations but when she heard her name she stopped.

“Charlotte she’s my friend that’s all.”

“Come on Charlie.” y/n felt her heart crack. As far as she knew she was the only one he let call him that. “It’s painfully obvious that she has a thing for you.”

“She can feel what she wants but she’s not my type.”

“Which is why I’m perfect to fit the role. I’m exactly your type.”

“I guess.”

“I can tell you want more Charles. Maybe when we spend the summer together in Corsica, we can explore our relationship more.”

Summer together? Y/n was confused, he had made plans to go with her and Arthur to Los Angeles for her birthday. Guess that wasn’t going to happen anymore.

“Ok. I can’t promise anything, but you are beautiful and smart, so maybe we can see what happens.” Charles replied. “I need to go. Family dinner and all.”

“Would have been nice to be there.”

“Yep. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Good night, Charlie, Boy.”

Y/n knew it was over. Charles wanted a woman like Charlotte not her. Suddenly everything just made perfect sense and she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t seen it before now. She quickly rushed downstairs and collided with her best friend.

“Hey Petal, where’s the fire?”

“Art, can you tell your mom I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just feel really sick. Think I ate something bad at lunch. I need to go.”

“Go where?” Charles had joined them.

“y/n isn’t feeling good. Thinks it was something she ate.”

“y/n?” Charles was concerned. He knew she hadn’t eaten anything all day so it couldn’t be that. “Maybe you need to sit down, Art, can you get some water?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.”

“Y/n come sit,” he took her arm, but she quickly withdrew it. “Cherie, what’s wrong?”

“I just need to go home. I really don’t feel good.”

“You haven’t eaten today. That’s probably why you feel ill. Eat something then I’ll take you home.”

She mustered up a small smile before looking at him. “I’ll be ok. Just need to go lay down a bit.”

He eyed her suspiciously. “Ok, let me get my keys.”

“I can walk. Fresh air might do me some good.”

“No way in hell I’m letting you walk home. Wait here.”

Arthur returned with a glass of water which she quickly drank down. “Woo slow down there.”

Charles quickly returned, keys in hand. “I’m gonna take her home. Tell Maman not to wait.”

The car ride was quiet as she rested her head against the window, her mind going over her whole relationship with Charles. Had anything been real at all? She had thought he was different, that he actually loved her, but she had been deluding herself all this time. She quickly opened the door as soon as he pulled to a stop and raced inside. He followed after her calling her name, but she didn’t stop till she had locked herself in the bathroom. If she was using that excuse, she may as well make it believable. She heard him call her name from the other side of the door, but she just sank against it. After a couple breaths she called out, “Go to dinner Charles. I’m just gonna clean up and go to bed.”

“I’m worried about you Cherie.”

She forced down a sob slowly breathing in and out before she responded. “I just feel so nauseous. But I’ll be ok. Your mom is waiting for you.”

“Ok Cherie. If that’s what you want.”

She waited till she heard the front door close before getting up and slowly made her way to her room.

She woke up around 3am and felt a strong pair of arms around her. She shifted slightly to see Charles laying next to her asleep. She gently removed his arm so she could get up and tip toed to the kitchen before putting on the kettle. She sat down at the table pulling a bunch of papers closer.

“Bébé?” Charles walked into the kitchen topless and hair a mess. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Got thirsty. Making some tea, you want?” she had decided last night that she wasn’t going to cry over anything anymore. She was tired of feeling like she wasn’t good enough. She was going to start over and knowing the man in front of her, he would try to stop her, she had to do what was best for her. He could have Charlotte; she would not make him chose. Besides what’s that saying? “If there’s a choice between two women, pick the second. Cause if you really loved the first you wouldn’t have found something in the second.”

He pulled out the chair next to her. Sitting down he took her hand in his, rubbing his thumb against her skin. “I want to know what’s wrong.”

“You were right. I was pushing myself too hard and it just hit me.”

“You need to take better care of yourself Cherie. I need my bubbly girl.” The kettle began to whistle, she began to stand but he made her sit. He got up and made the two of them some chai tea with honey. After placing the cups down, he got a container out of the fridge and popped it into the microwave. “You still haven’t eaten, have you?”

She shook her head, “Haven’t really had an appetite.”

“I brought some food.”

“Thanks. I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“You were sleeping so I didn’t want to wake you.” The microwave dinged and he pulled out the food which y/n had to admit smelled amazing. Pascale was an amazing cook. He placed the steaming bowl on front of her with some hot sauce, knowing how much she loved it. He grabbed a fork out the draw. “Eat, please?”

She smiled softly before placing some food in her mouth. It tasted so good, and she heard her stomach grumble. Causing Charles to chuckle. She grabbed another fork full and held it out to him. He shook his head. “Please?”

He leaned forward and she popped the fork in his mouth. He looked at her the whole time and it made her stomach flip, not from hunger. He loved holding eye contact with her especially when they were having sex, and it always made her excited and loved. But now that she knew the truth it felt different. She looked back down at the food. He knew something was off, but he knew he couldn’t pressure her. He turned to the papers. “Have you thought about where you want to go?”

She shrugged, “There’s John Hopkins and Oxford. Harvard has offered as well. All three have amazing med programs.”

“Oxford is closer though. You wouldn’t be so far from me.”

“I still have to figure somethings out before I make a decision.”

“We can talk about it, if you want.”

“It’s late. Maybe later.”

“Ok just promise me that you won’t make one without talking to me first.”

“I won’t.” But that would turn out to be the biggest lie she would ever tell him.

7 Years Later

“Dr DuPont? Dr Adams needs you in treatment 4 please.” y/n looked up from the chart in front of her towards the nurse.

“Did he say what he needed Sarah?”

“He had a little boy on there and you know how he is with children.”

“Yep, okay I got it. Can you make sure Mrs Leire gets to x-ray please. I think she has a fractured fibula.”

“Will do Doc. Hopefully it stays like this today.”

“As long as no one says the word,” she pressed her finger to her lip with a small chuckle.

As a resident at North-western Memorial Hospital y/n was used to how chaotic the ER could get so it was kind of nice that it wasn’t as busy as it usually is. She had managed to help Dr Damian Adams with his “small” problem before she was drawn back into the ER by the nurses. She was handed an iPad and made her way into the next treatment room to find a young woman sitting on the bed holding her left arm tightly to her chest. Y/n looked over the chart. “Hi Alexandra, I’m Dr DuPont. How are you doing this evening aside from the obvious?”

The brunette woman smiled softly at her clearly in a significant amount of pain. “I’ve felt better.”

Y/n noticed her accent and mentioned as much. “Is that a French accent I detect?”

“It is. I’m from France.”

“Enchante.” (Nice to meet you.)

“Tu parle français?” (You speak French?)

Y/n nodded. “I grew up in Monaco.”

“Oh, wow that’s great. My boyfriend is actually from there.” She grimaced as her arm shifted. “He’s on his way.”

“Let’s have a look.” She began gently taking Alexandra’s arm and trying not to cause any more pain she proceeded to examine it. “What exactly happened?”

“Some of us went ice skating and I’m not really good at it. Took a tumble and landed on my arm.”

“Does it hurt anywhere else?”

“No, just my arm.”

“I’m going to send you for an x-ray but I think at the very least you have a fracture and the worst a broken arm.”

“I hope it’s not broken.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you up to x-ray and have you sorted out in no time. Everything else seems great.” She got up and stuck her head out of the room, “Nikki?” she called to one of the nurses at the charge desk.

“Dr DuPont?”

“Can you please take Miss Marlowe up to x-ray please?”

“No problem.” the young girl got up and came over. “Miss Marlowe, you ready?”

Alexandra nodded and got up off the bed. “Thank you, Dr DuPont.”

“We’ll see you in a little bit.”

Y/n was helping another patient when Alexandra’s boyfriend and another friend walked into the hospital. Alexandra was still currently getting her x-ray, but Sarah allowed the two men to wait in the consultation room for her. Y/n had just handed over care of her other patient for admission when she headed over to the nurses' station to find them huddled together whispering among themselves. “Ladies, is everything okay?”

“Oh, that girl with the broken arm?” Nikki asked.

“What about her?” Y/n asked.

“Well, her boyfriend just arrived and all I can say is Wow.”

“Has her x-ray come through yet?”

“Yep,” Sarah handed her the iPad.

“Great, now can you act like the professionals you are and get back to work?” she narrowed her eyes slightly.

“Sorry Dr.” they mumbled half-heartedly together.

“You can see for yourself Y/n,” Sarah said to her softly as she passed.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Have Andy come down to put a cast on her, I’ll speak to the boyfriend and write up a prescription for meds,” she said before heading into the consultation room.

She felt her heart stop for a second when she saw the two men standing in there. He looked even better then when she had last seen him all those years ago. He was just staring back at her in shock.

“Y/n?” Joris, Charles’ best friend was the first to break the silence. “Wow.” He walked over and pulled her into a hug which she returned still looking at Charles.

“Hi.”

“Alexandra is your girlfriend?” she asked them both unsure.

“She’s his girlfriend,” Joris pointed at his friend who had evidently last his ability to talk. Joris looked between the two noticing how awkward it was. “I’m gonna go.... somewhere not here.” Neither of them seemed to take note.

After what felt like an eternity Charles stepped closer to her and pulled her close, placing his face in the crook of her neck, “Cherie.”

She didn’t want to, but her body reacted of its own accord, and she returned the hug. An announcement sounded outside and broke the spell causing her to pull away. “Its good to see you Charles.”

He didn’t want to let her go. He tried taking her hand but she moved away from him. “You look good.”

“Thanks. Alexandra has broken her arm and will have to wear a cast for about 6 weeks. She can go to her local doctor to have it removed after that. I have a prescription for some pain medication which will help. She’s getting the cast now but as soon as she’s done I’ll discharge her but she might be a bit drowsy from the medicine.”

“Thank you. I miss you.” He again tried to move closer to her but just as he did Alexandra returned.

“Hey Babe, I see you met my doctor.”

“Yeah we’ve met.”

Joris choose that moment to return. “You okay Alex?”

“Yep. They gave me the good stuff.”

“Yeah about that, no driving or anything too strenuous at least for a few days. Need to let that bone heal. Doctors orders.”

“Thank you Dr DuPont.” She smiled.

“Hey, y/n you coming to the wedding?”

Everyone turned to Joris, Alexandra surprised. “Art will kill me if I don’t. Besides Carla asked me to be maid of honour.”

Alexandra looked at them before asking, “Am I missing something? You all know each other?”

Y/n smiled lightly at the girl, “Monaco is a small country. I’ll go get your discharge papers ready.” She left the group in the room and found Sarah.

“Are you okay Doc?” the older nurse asked her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Been a long night. Can you please get everything sort for Alexandra? She’s good to go.”

“Sure no problem.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna go get some air. I’ll be back in a few.”

Sarah was busy finishing up the paperwork when Charles came out of the room looking for someone. She smiled at him as he approached her. “Hi there. I’m looking for Dr DuPont?”

“She stepped out for a minute. Maybe I can help?”

“Thank you, but I really need to talk to her.”

Sarah nodded knowingly. “Coffee truck outside. But you didn’t hear from me.”

He smiled in thanks before making his way outside. He saw her standing talking to a man inside a small caravan. He made his way over.

The older man looked away from the young doctor and smiled. “Hi there, what can I get you?”

“Actually, I’m here for her,” Charles replied looking at y/n. “Pouvons-nous parler?” (Can we talk?)

“Je dois retourner au travail.” (I have to get back to work.)

“Please?” he looked at her, eyes pleading.

“Ok.” She walked over to a bench in front of the hospital and sat down. He joined her.

“I’m proud of you Cherie.”

“Please don’t call me that.”

“Why did you leave? You didn’t even say goodbye.”

She sighed, “I had to make a choice.”

“I thought we were going to make it together. You promised you wouldn’t decide without talking to me.”

“What would it have matter?”

“I loved you Cherie.”

“I asked you not to call me that.”

“Why? Last I remember, you loved when I called you Cherie, or Mon Amour. But especially Belle when I was inside you.”

She stood up. “I need to get back.”

He got up and grabbed her hand stopping her. “Did I do something wrong? Did you not love me?”

She pulled her hand from him. “Are you kidding me? You had my heart Charles. I would have done anything for you. But I was just your little secret.”

“What are you talking about?”

Y/n felt her pager go off and quickly grabbed it. “I have to go.”

“Y/n?”

“I’m sorry,” she threw her cup on the trash and raced inside.

Several weeks later.

Being back home in Monaco after all these years felt like nothing she could describe. The familiar sights and smells made her realise just how home sick she was. And that didn’t even include seeing her friends and family again. Sure she had met up with a few over the years here and there but to be sitting across the table from her second mom Pascale was beat by nothing. She had only arrived at the airport a few days ago and they had been waiting for her. Pascale, Carla and Charlotte, Lorenzo’s girlfriend. The three women had engulfed her and she knew she needed to come back more often. But it was when she saw Arthur and Lorenzo that she really felt back. She hadn’t seen Charles yet but she wasn’t surprised. They hadn’t spoken again since Alexandra had been discharged but she had noticed that he had followed her on Instagram. They were busy discussing some wedding plans when Charles and Alexandra arrived. The feel of his lips against her skin when he had kissed her cheeks lightly burned. How was it possible that after all these years he still made her feel things. After everyone had settled and enjoyed lunch, y/n had excused herself under the pretence of seeing some other old friends. She had just reached Pascale’s car which she was borrowing when Charles stopped her. “My car.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m driving.”

“Okay, well have fun,” she said opening the door. But he pushed it closed making her realise how close he was.

“Cherie, don’t argue with me please. Get in my car.”

“Why?”

“Because we need to talk. I’m not above dragging you,” he smirked.

“Sure, but what would your people think?”

“Our people, and I don’t care.” She bit her lip thinking about it. He reached out and pulled her lip out. “Don’t do that. Am I dragging you?”

She shook her head. “Fine.”

He went around the side and opened the door for her waiting for her to get in before closing it. He walked over to the drivers side and climbed in. “Where to?”

“You tell me, seeing as how I’m here against my will.”

“And I thought you wanted to go somewhere?”

“I wanted air.”

He nodded in understanding. “Ok I know where to go.”

“Where?”

“You’ll see.”

They drove around for a while before he pulled into the marina. He got out and was by her side before she had a chance to unbuckle her seat belt. “The marina?”

“Yep, I know how much you love the open water.”

“Last I checked,” she waved an arm around, “this is the marina not open water.”

“Technicalities Mon Amour. Come on.” He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her along the jetty towards his boat. “After you.”

She climbed aboard the boat and made herself comfortable while Charles got them out into open water. He watched her as he drove, she was more beautiful then ever and he had missed her when she left. Hell he still missed her everyday. “Cherie?”

She looked towards him. “Why do you still call me those nicknames?”

“Because they are yours.”

“What about Alex?” she asked looking back over the water.

“What about her?”

“I’m sure she can’t be happy that you out here with me. Besides don’t you call her those things?”

“No. And we are free to do what we want.” He stopped the boat and went to sit down beside her. “What did you mean? Back in Chicago.”

“Charles I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“You owe me an explanation.” She looked at him. “You left. You basically cut me out of your life, no goodbye, no reason. You ignored my calls, my messages. Why?”

“Charlotte.”

“What does this have to do with my brother’s girlfriend?”

“Your girlfriend Charlotte. She was your type, beautiful and smart.”

He sat back, “I know I have a type. What I don’t understand is your point.”

“She’s not my type.”

“Excuse me?”

“I heard you talking to her, the night of your mom’s dinner. You told her I wasn’t your type.”

“Yn I said what I had to say to keep the powers that be happy. You’re more my type then any other girl. You’re the smartest person I’ve every met. And why do you think I call you Belle?” he took her hand and pulled her close. “Every inch of you is perfect and beautiful.”

He ran his fingers down across her cheek. She closed her eyes at his touch and bit down on her lip. He groaned. “What?”

“The only one who gets to bit those lips is me.” He took hold of her chin and pulled her in for a kiss.

She knew it was wrong and she felt like she couldn’t trust him but her body reacted of its own accord and she responded. It was only when he pulled her into his lap that she came to her senses. She pushed off him and began to pace. “No. You can’t do that.”

“Cherie.”

“Charles no. You treated us like a secret. For over a year, we had to sneak around and when others were around it was like I was invisible.”

“We agreed that it was for the best. You know how the media and the fans can be.”

“No you decided that and I went along with it because I love you. Yet Charlotte and Alexandra get hate. I’ve seen it and you don’t bat an eye.”

“I thought I was protecting you. I knew how hard it was for you, how you felt like you weren’t enough. But Bebe you have always been enough for me. More than.”

“What about our families?”

“I admit that was for my own selfish gain.”

“What do you mean?”

“I liked having you all to myself. Just us and no one else. Arthur already has you as his best friend. Maman sees you as her daughter. I just wanted you for me.”

“Charles,”

“No, I was a selfish bastard.” He got up and walked over to her needing to touch her. “It was so hard watching other guys talk to you especially the drivers. But knowing you were mine made it easier.” He pulled her flush against him. “Cherie, I’m sorry for all of it. If I can go back and change things I would. I just wish you would have talked to me.”

“Would it have changed anything? I was always going to go to med school.”

“I know, but I would have been by your side. Supporting you just like you did for me.”

She tried to pull away from him, knowing that if she didn’t she was going to give in to need for him. “Charles please let me go.”

“If you can tell me you don’t still love me.”

“What?” she choked.

“You said you went along with me because you love me. Present tense. So Cherie look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t and I’ll let you go.”

“I.....”

“Why are you crying Cherie?” he asked brushing her tears.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

‘Say I don’t love you.” He pulled her in for a searing kiss but before things got out of hand, she pulled away. “I’m getting married Charles.”

He stepped back in surprise. “You’re getting married?”

“Yes.”

Sitting back down he patter the seat next to him. She sat down. “Who is he?”

“His name is Ryan and he is a detective back in Chicago.”

“Why isn’t he here and where is your ring?”

“He is testifying on a case but he’ll be here for the wedding. As for the ring, it was too big so it’s getting resized.”

Charles couldn’t believe it. He had thought it would the two of them together forever but now she was telling him that some other guy was going to get to make her his wife. “When?”

“When?”

“Are you getting married?”

“We haven’t got a date yet.”

“Why not?”

“Just been busy and we just got engaged a month ago.”

“Ok.”

“Okay?”

“I have time.” Charles got up and went to start the boat

“Time for what?”

He just winked at her and turned the boat back towards the marina.

As soon as he had dropped her at his mom’s house, Charles made his way to his brother’s place. “Arthur, I need you to help me get Yn back.”

“Back?”

“You have beer? We need to talk.”

Over the next few days Y/n found herself been teamed up with Charles at almost every event. Not to mention she received a lot of little gifts here and there, she knew it was Charles. Ryan arrived just five days before the wedding and Yn was happy to see him but she didn’t miss the way Charles would watch them or the fact that Alexandra wasn’t around. The night of the rehearsal dinner Arthur dropped the bomb that y/n and Charles would be walking down the aisle together and as party of the wedding party they would be sharing a dance. She pulled Arthur away just before dessert. “What are you doing?”

“No idea what you mean?”

“I’m supposed to be walking with Enzo.”

“Change of plans, Carla wanted Charlotte and Lorenzo and you and Charles.”

“Why are you both pushing me and Charles together?”

He shrugged, “We’re not. It’s just how it’s worked out. Come on y/n it’s one day. Look I know things with you and Charles is complicated...”

“You have no idea,” she mumbles.

“Actually, I do.”

“What?”

Arthur looked towards the door, making sure they were alone. “Charles told me.”

“How much?”

“All of it. I wished you would have told me. I kinda sensed that something was different, the fact that he was always worried about you and how he’d get irritated when some guy was talking to you. I should have seen it.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept it from you. You’re my best friend.”

“It’s okay. He explained it all. Even the part of Charlotte. She never made him happy. Now I know why.”

She walked over to a little bench and sat down. “It doesn’t matter now anyway. He’s with Alex and I’m with Ryan.”

Arthur joined her, “They broke up “

“Who?”

“Charles and Alex. That day when you two disappeared, that night after he told me everything he broke up with her.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s in love with you.”

“Arthur...”

“Y/n hear me out.” She nodded for him to continue. “Do you know he went after you?”

“He did?”

He nodded. “It was a few months after you left for America. He had to wait for summer as he had back to back races but I remembered he would pester me with information about where you were. Apparently you blocked him. But he found a picture of you with some of your class mates and he was able to track you down to Baltimore but by the time he got there you had gone on summer vacation with some of your friends.”

“He never told me.”

“He never told me why he was going there. He just said he was taking a trip to the US. He knows he screwed up big time and I know that he is in love with you. The question is how do you feel?”

“He knows how I feel but I love Ryan. We’re getting married. I can’t just throw the last 4 years of my life away. Besides I live in Chicago my home, my job it’s there.”

He took her hand, “Petal you are my best friend and you know I love you and want only the best for you. Whether that’s Charles or Ryan, only you can decide. But I want you to promise me that you well think about things before you actually marry Ryan. Before you commit yourself to anything.”

She nodded. He pulled her close and kissed her upon her head. Before getting up and re-joining the party. She sat there for a few more minutes before Ryan came out looking for her. She got up took his hand and kissed him before they too re-joined the party.

The day of the wedding arrived and even though Carla was supposed to be the show stopper, Charles could not take his eyes off of y/n. The dark purple dress that Carla had picked for her bridesmaids looked amazing on her. It flowed down her body in soft silk, hair up exposing her beautiful cream neck. That neck that he loved to suck on, leaving his mark on her. He had sent her little gifts, everything she loved. But he knew his time was running out of he was going to get her back, He hated seeing her with Ryan, he just hoped that his plan would work.

“You look gorgeous Mon Amour.” Charles finally had the opportunity to talk to her and have her on his arms as the bridal party took to the dance floor. Arthur had made sure to pick a good song which allowed him to hold her close to his body without suspicion.

“You can’t call me that anymore Charles. You know that.”

“I’ll never stop call you that, or Cherie or Belle. Because that’s who you are. I don’t care about Ryan.”

“He’s my fiancé.”

“For now.”

“Just what does that mean?”

“You haven’t set a date.”

“So?”

“So are you sure you want to marry him?”

She tried to pull away but he held her tighter, tight enough to make her gulp. “Charles,”

“Song is still playing. Might raise some questions Cherie.”

“Well maybe I don’t care.”

“Oh you care because your fiancé is watching and if you rush away now, he’ll have questions. How are you gonna explain to him that you have feelings for someone else?”

“Don’t do this Charles.”

“I love you and you love me.”

“It’s not that simple. You know that.”

With that the song ended and she was finally able to move away from him. He did not get the chance to be alone with her again that night.

Two days after the wedding Ryan had to return home and Yn was staying behind a few more days. She and Pascale were spending some time together when she got a phone call.

“Hello?”

“Good Afternoon is this Dr Yn DuPont?”

“That is correct. Who may I ask is this?”

“My name is Giovanni Merlenti I worked for the FIA. We’re the....”

“I know who the FIA is, I grow up around Formula 1.”

“That’s right, I read that in your resume.”

“My resume? I apologise for being blunt but why are you calling me?”

“Its about the job. We would very much like for you to join our team. Your resume speaks for its self and added to that the recommendations we’re received, well you’re perfect for the position.”

“What position?”

“Head of our medical staff. You’ll be travelling the world with the formula one teams making sure that everyone, especially the drivers are healthy and should the need arise make sure they are taken care of should anything happen.”

“I’m sorry Mr Merlenti but I didn’t send in my resume. I wasn’t even aware of the position.”

“Of course, we received it from a team principal, you come highly recommended.”

“Which team principal?” she asked bit having the feeling she already knew the answer.

“It doesn’t matter Dr DuPont. I can sense that this has come as a surprise but I would really like you to think about it. You will of course be well paid and get to see the world. I have your email address, so I will send you a contract to go through and give you a few days to think about it. You can respond to that email. Have a good day further.”

“Thank you. Good bye.” She put down the phone, fuming. Just what the hell was Charles doing?

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Charles had just sat down to watch a movie when someone started banging on his door. He put down his cup of coffee. “I’m coming, just relax.” When he opened the door he came face to face with a very pissed of Yn. “Hey Cherie.”

“Don’t ‘Hey Cherie;’ me. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she slammed her purse on the kitchen counter. He walked over to her and reached out his hand which she slapped away. “Don’t touch me.”

“Calm down Yn and tell me what’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? You applied for a position with the FIA for me?”

“Oh that.”

She hit him in the arm, quite hard. “That’s all you have to say? Why would you do that? I have a job.”

“Yeah, in Chicago.”

“It’s my home.”

“No, you’re home is here in Monaco. Actually technically it’s with me.”

She sighed, “I’m not having this discussion with you again. I’m getting married Charles. You need to accept that.”

“I can’t,” he said moving closer and trapping her between his body and the counter. He placed his hands on either side of her.

“Move.”

He shook his head, “Why haven’t you set a date yet?”

“I told you, we’ve been busy. We both have hectic jobs.”

“The truth Yn. Are you in love with him?”

“Stop.”

“Answer the question first.”

“I love him ok?”

He shook his head and lifted a hand to run his thumb across her lips. “That’s not what I asked.”

“Please.”

“Does his touch make you ache like mine does?” he ran his finger down her neck towards her chest. “Does he make you wet just thinking about his fingers, like I do? Does he touch you in just the right places? Does he even know the right places?” She felt her eyes close as his hand continued to travel down her body to the hem of her dress. While he leaned in and started trailing little kisses on her neck. She instinctual moved her head to the side to give him better access. She let out a moan as she felt his hand slip under the dress and into her panties. “Your already dripping Belle. Can he make you do that?”

“Charlie,” she gasped as he easily slid a finger into her wet pussy.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he looked her in the eye finger still inside her but not moving. “Tell me now.”

Without a word she crashed her lips onto his. He pulled his hand out and grabbed her making her jump into his arms. He wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to his room never detaching his lips from hers.

He made her stand as he removed her dress and underwear before pushing her onto the bed. He made quick work of his own clothes and joined her on the bed, his lips leaving searing kisses along her body. He grabbed her hands and held them above her head as he gently slipped his cock inside her warm, wet walls.

“Charlie,” she moaned as he filled her up, reaching the deepest parts.

“Tell me what you want, what you need Cherie.”

“You.”

He began moving faster and harder, the sounds of skin slapping on skin, heavy breathing and moans that were like music to his ears. He let go of her hands so that he could touch her clit while he moved his cock in and out.

“Please go faster,” she cried as she grabbed onto the bed sheets, the pleasure building inside her. She didn’t know if she could last much longer.

He knew it, he knew her body, just how to make her squirm and thrive. “You look so beautiful. You were made for me Mon Amour. And I was made for you. Cum for me,”

“I’m close. Don’t stop, please.”

He felt her tightening around him, and he could feel his own ache coming, “Let go Amour.” He felt her body begin to shake as she reached ecstasy crying out the name he loved to hear caused him to explode inside her , coating he walls with his cum. He flopped down next to her pull her with him so that he was still inside her. Just the fucked out look on her face made his cock twitch again. He kissed her, before pulling her into him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you and Alex broke up?”

“I didn’t want you to blame yourself.”

“But you broke up with her because of me?”

“I broke up with her because I didn’t love her. It would have ended soon anyway. No one lasts because their not you.”

“Charles.”

He kissed her again to silence her. “ No, lets just enjoy this. Tomorrows problems are tomorrows. Right now all I want to do is hear you scream my name again.” He pulled out of her causing her to whine. “Oh Cherie, just you wait. I’m not done with you.” Sliding down the bed he grabbed her legs and pulled her down placing each leg on either side of his head he dipped down ready to taste.

The sunshine work him up and he turned with a smile which quickly fell away as he saw the empty bed beside him except for a piece of paper with two simple words, “Goodbye Charlie.”

It had been several weeks since she left and Charles had not heard from her at all. He had thought about calling her but he had realised that this was her answer. He missed her, it was almost eating him up in side and he knew it was effecting his driving. He was struggling out there and today’s qualifying was the tip of the ice berg. He had just barely made it through to Q2 of the English Grand Prix when he lost control of his car and ended up in the barrier. It wasn’t a bad crash but he had some how managed to cut his arm while getting out the car and was currently waiting in the med bay to see the doctor. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear someone come in until they spoke.

“You miss me that much?”

His head shot up at the sound of her voice, “Cherie?”

“Hey Charlie. I’m sorry I left. I had to go back and sort some things out. I mean if I’m going to be travelling the world with f1 I had to pack up in Chicago.”

“You took the job?” he replied getting up.

She nodded.

“What about Ryan?”

“I ended it. You were right, I never picked a date because even though I loved him, I wasn’t on love with him.”

“Really?” he smirked.

“Yeah, turns out there’s the Monegasque guy who kinda stole my heart along time ago. And I can’t seem to find anyone who makes me feel the way he does.”

“Do you want someone else to do that?”

“No, I want him. But I’m not sure he is available.”

“Oh I know for a fact his available.” He pulled her into his arms.

“Careful, we need to fix that arm.”

“It can wait. I need my girl more.”

“Charlie,”

“Don’t call me that here Cherie.”

“Why?”

“While I don’t think you’ll want me to take you right here do you?”

“I love you but nope.”

“I love you too Cherie. And as soon as I get this arm fixed up and do my media duties I’m taking you out on a date.”

“Really? Where we going?”

“Somewhere extremely public. I want the world to know who is the love of my life and who is going to be my future wife and mother of my children.”

“Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself there?”

“I lost you once Cherie. I have no intention of ever making that mistake again. You stuck with me for life.”

“I like the sound of that.”

#charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader

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List of accepted characters:

This will be updated as I review submissions.

Lord El Melloi II/Waver Velvet from the Fate series

Ranpo Edogawa from Bungo Stray Dogs

Atsushi Nakajima from Bungo Stray Dogs

Osamu Dazai from Bungo Stray Dogs

Doppo Kunikida from Bungo Stray Dogs

Kenji Miyazawa from Bungo Stray Dogs

Junichiro Tanizaki from Bungo Stray Dogs

Kyoka Izumi from Bungo Stray Dogs

Akiko Yosano from Bungo Stray Dogs

Yukito Ayatsuji from Bungo Stray Dogs: Another Story

Ryuu Amakusa from Tantei Gakuen Q

Kyuu Renjo from Tantei Gakuen Q

Megumi Minami from Tantei Gakuen Q

Kintarou Tooyama from Tantei Gakuen Q

Kazuma Narusawa from Tantei Gakuen Q

Lady Love Dies from Paradise Killer

Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa from Detective Conan

Shenanigan Swift from The Swifts: A Dictionary of Scoundrels

Phenomena Swift from The Swifts: A Dictionary of Scoundrels

Erf from The Swifts: A Dictionary of Scoundrels

Tsukauchi Naomasa from Boku no Hero Academia

Carlton Lassiter from Psych

Juliet O'Hara from Psych

Damien Darkblood from Invincible (The TV adaptation)

Shawn Spencer from Psych

Nick Valentine from Fallout 4

Will Graham from Hannibal

Goro Akechi from Persona 5

Neal Caffrey from White Collar

Erin Lindsay from Chicago PD

Aniq Adjaye from The Afterparty

Detective Danner from The Afterparty

Hank Voight from Chicago PD

Antonio Dawson from Chicago PD

Bruce Wayne/Batman from DC Comics

Tim Drake from DC Comics

Julia Argent from Carmen Sandiego

Alvin Olinsky from Chicago PD

Chase Devineaux from Carmen Sandiego

Shikanoin Heizou from Genshin Impact

Beverly Katz from Hannibal

Sam Vimes from Discworld

Herlock Sholmes from The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles

Columbo from Columbo

Hercule Poirot from the Hercule Poirot series

Dick Gumshoe from Ace Attorney

Jay Halstead from Chicago PD

Kim Burgess from Chicago PD

Kevin Atwater from Chicago PD

Adam Ruzek from Chicago PD

Jean-Baptiste Adamsberg from the Commissaire Adamsberg series

Sean Roman from Chicago PD

Llewellyn Watts from Murdoch Mysteries

Sheldon Jin from Chicago PD

Parker Pyne from Parker Pyne Investigates

Karen Vick from Psych

Keith Mars from Veronica Mars

Harley Quin from The Mysterious Mr. Quinn

Ariadne Oliver from the works of Agatha Christie

Burton Guster from Psych

James Gordon from DC Comics

Veronica Mars from Veronica Mars

Nancy Drew from Nancy Drew

Henry Spencer from Psych

Vinnie Van Lowe from Veronica Mars

Chloe Decker from Lucifer

Dan Espinoza from Lucifer

Peter Burke from White Collar

Clinton Jones from White Collar

Reese Hughes from White Collar

Verges from Much Ado About Nothing

Auguste Dupin from the Dark Tales series

Blue from Blue’s Clues

Françoise Dupont from Fantômette

Renee Montoya from DC Comics

Kostas Charitos from the Kostas Charitos Series

Gertrude Loveday from the Ryder and Loveday series

Phryne Fisher from Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries

Raquel Murillo from Money Heist

Miss Jane Marple from the works of Agatha Christie

Javert from Les Misérables

Inspector Gadget from Inspector Gadget

Patrick Jane from Mentalist

Daisy Day from Anansi Boys

Joss Carter from Person of Interest

Arthur Lester from Malevolent

Sherlock Holmes from Sherlock Holmes

Juno Steel from the Penumbral Podcast

Lilly Rush from Cold Case

Sherlock Holmes from the Beekeeper’s Picnic

Koichi Zenigata from Lupin III

Loki from Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok

Hildibrand Manderville from Final Fantasy XIV

Shotaro Hidari from Kamen Rider W

Terezi Pyrope from Homestuck

Hershel Layton from the Professor Layton series

Shuichi Saihara from Danganronpa

Miles "Tails" Prower from The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog

Kyoko Kirigiri from Danganronpa

Adrian Monk from Monk

Nightbeat from Transformers

L from Death Note

Dale Vandermeer from the Rusty Lake series

Yuma Kokohead from Master Detective Archives: Raincode

Vivia Twilight from Master Detective Archives: Raincode

Saguru Hakuba from Magic Kaito

Benoit Blanc from the Knives Out series

Inspector Cabanela from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Phoenix Wright from Ace Attorney

Nagito Komaeda from Danganronpa

Looker from Pokemon

Kaname Date from AI: The Somnium Files

Makoto Naegi from Danganronpa

Heiji Hattori from Detective Conan

Masumi Sera from Detective Conan

Little Red Riding Hood from Once Upon a Crime

Enola Holmes from Enola Holmes

Detective Pikachu from Detective Pikachu

Tom Barnaby from Midsomer Murders

Riz Gukgak from Fantasy High

Seiji Nanatsuki from Special 7: Special Crime Investigation Unit

Shiori Ichinose from Special 7: Special Crime Investigation Unit

Makoto Date from Yakuza

Richard Castle from Castle

Nick Burkhardt from Grimm

Dr Temperance Brennan from Bones

Catherine Chandler from Beauty and the Beast

Sokka from Avatar: the Last Airbender

Yagami Takayuki from Judgement

Workaholic Detective from Process of Elimination

Stone from City of Angels

Angus McDonald from The Adventure Zone

Gina Lestrade from The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles

Bobby Bronson from Roar

Cellbit from QSMP

Hunch Curios from Mentopolis

Hazel Wong from Murder Most Unladylike

Frog Detective from the Frog Detective Series

Victorique de Blois from Gosick

Gabriel Utterson from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Sherlock Holmes from BBC Sherlock

Jacques Clouseau from Pink Panther

Olivia Dunham from Fringe

Joseph Rouletabille from the Rouletabille series

Daisy Wells from Murder Most Unladylike

Pippa Fitz-Amobi from A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder series

Lisbeth Salander from the Millennium series

Wato Hojo from Process of Elimination

Ideal Detective from Process of Elimination

Renegade Detective from Process of Elimination

Techie Detective from Process of Elimination

Bookworm Detective from Process of Elimination

Posh Detective from Process of Elimination

Doleful Detective from Process of Elimination

Gourmet Detective from Process of Elimination

Rowdy Detective from Process of Elimination

Mystic Detective from Process of Elimination

Downtown Detective from Process of Elimination

Armor Detective from Process of Elimination

Halara Nightmare from Master Detective Archives: Raincode

Mashita Satoru from Spirit Hunter: Death Mark

Dogberry from Much Ado About Nothing

Shi Qiang from The Three Body Problem

Azuma Tsuyuri from Clock Over Orquesta

Cherry Ames from the Cherry Ames series

Leroy "Encyclopedia" Brown from the Encyclopedia Brown series

Lobster Cop from the Frog Detective Series

Sandra the Fairytale Detective from Sandra the Fairytale Detective

Geronimo Stilton from the Geronimo Stilton series

Paul Prospero from The Vanishing of Ethan Carter

Elijah Baley from the Robot series

Dirk Gently from Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

Suiri from Pop'n Music Lapistoria

Joan Watson from Elementary

Roquier from Puyo Puyo Quest

Holly Short from Artemis Fowl

Jo Martinez from Forever

Alex Parrish from Quantico

Cristóbal Cuevas from Cable Girls

Oskar Rheinhart from Vienna Blood

Emily Prentiss from Criminal Minds

Jane Doe from Blindspot

Dick Grayson from DC Comics

Ziva David from NCIS

Nell Jones from NCIS: Los Angeles

Lou Ransone from 9-1-1

Megan Hunt from Body of Proof

Cal Lightman from Lie to Me

Carrie Wells from Unforgettable

Spy Rise from Skylanders: SWAP Force

Flavia de Luce from the Flavia de Luce series

Camille Bordey from Death in Paradise

Florence Cassel from Death in Paradise

Jessica Jones from Jessica Jones

Charlie Eppes from Numb3rs

Elizabeth Keen from The Blacklist

James Hathaway from Lewis

Vern Loomis from Why Women Kill

Erika Furudo from Umineko

Sissel from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Lafcadio Boone from The Sexy Brutale

Lynne from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Mabel Mora from Only Murders in the Building

Oliver Putnam from Only Murders in the Building

Charles Haden Savage from Only Murders in the Building

Jowd from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Scooby Doo from Scooby Doo

Daphne from Scooby Doo

Fred from Scooby Doo

Velma from Scooby Doo

Shaggy from Scooby Doo

Naoto Shirogane from Persona 4

Fenton Hardy from the Hardy Boys

Ema Skye from Ace Attorney

Natsuko Aki from Re: Cutie Honey

Naomi Misora from Death Note

Sakurako Kujou from Beautiful Bones -Sakurako's Investigation-

MaoMao from the Apothecary Diaries

Vic Sage/The Question from DC Comics

Detective Chimp from DC Comics

Madame Vastra from Doctor Who

Terry from Rune Factory 5

Cecil from Rune Factory 5

Chromedome from Transformers

Xie Lian from Heaven Official’s Blessing

Phosphophyllite from Houseki no Kuni

Sam Spud from Between the Lions

Dana Scully from the X-Files

Fox Mulder from the X-Files

Sherlock Holmes from Elementary

Barbie from the Detective Barbie series

Bill Stork from Hoodwinked

Nicky Flippers from Hoodwinked

Hercule Poirot from Agatha Christie's Great Detectives Poirot and Marple

Ross Sylibus from Armitage III

Kansuke Yamato from Detective Conan

Kirill Vrubel from Double Decker! Doug & Kirill

Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation

Spencer Reed from Criminal Minds

Harrier Du Bois from Disco Elysium

Mário Fofoca from Elas Por Elas

Roxy Hunter from the Roxy Hunter series

Dr. Thomas Silkstone from the Dr. Thomas Silkstone series

Endeavour Morse from the Endeavor series

Vera Stanhope from Vera

Kristin Sims from the Brokenwood Mysteries

Brenda Johnson from The Closer

Rex from Hudson and Rex

Alec Hardy from Broadchurch

Billie Webber from Unit 42

Hannah Zeiler from Murder by the Lake

Sherlock Holmes from Moriarty the Patriot

Helena Wayne from DC Comics

Angel from Angel: The Series and Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Nick Knight from Forever Knight

Navia from Genshin Impact

Luo Wenzhou from Mo Du

Brother Cadfael from the Brother Cadfael Chronicles

Miss Maud Silver from the Miss Silver series

Fei Du from Mo Du

Mitsuko Hoshino from My Dear Detective: Mitsuko's Case Files

Saku Yoshida from My Dear Detective: Mitsuko's Case Files

Jake Peralta from Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Steven Stone from Pokémon

Anthony Lockwood from Lockwood and Co.

Thea Stilton from the Thea Stilton series

Saito Yakumo from Psychic Detective Yakumo

Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls

Pennington from Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door

Jessica Fletcher from Murder She Wrote

Tetsuo Tsutsumi from Paranormasight: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo

Jun Erio from Paranormasight: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo

Richter Kai from Paranormasight: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo

Abe Lincoln from Who Killed Markiplier?

Steve Carella from the 87th Precinct Series

C. Auguste Dupin from the works of Edgar Allen Poe

Gesicht from Pluto

#fictional detective tournament #accepted characters

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astra-galaxie · 8 months

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what are some of your LGBTQ headcanons for some of the CC characters?

My LGBTQ headcanons for CC characters? Sure, I’ve got some! I’ll also list some characters' canon facts since I support them, but let’s see what non-canon ones I can come up with!

And disclaimer! These are my current LGBTQ headcanons; there is a chance that they could change as my story progresses!

Sexuality-based LGBTQ Headcanons:

Main Characters

Heterosexual/Ally:

Samuel King

Eduardo Ramirez

Frank Knight

Elizabeth Ripley

Angela Douglas

Elliot Clayton

Arthur Wright

Issac Bontemps

Diane Parker

Gloria Hayes

Gabriel Herrera

Penelope Sage

Priya Desai

Felix Reed

Gay:

Nathan Pandit

Amir Devani

Orlando Ordelaffi

Ben Shepard

Lesbians:

Hannah Choi

Carmen Martinez

Michelle Zuria

Evie Holloway

Rose Zhao (She and her husband married for none-romantic reasons)

Bisexuals:

David Jones (Has a preference for women ((and hasn’t realized his attraction to men yet…))

Grace Delaney (She tried to get Jones to realize his sexuality in high school but couldn't get him to understand…)

Alex Turner

Andrea Marquez

Yann Toussaint

Jack Archer (With a preference for women, but unlike Jones, he recognizes his feelings toward men)

Lars Douglas (He likes to call himself and Jack bi-bros and bi-buddies)

Marina Romanova

Jonah Karam

Cathy Turner

Nebet

Jacob Arrow

Hugo Mercier

Pansexuals:

Amy Young

Roxie Sparks

Maddie O’Malley

Charlie Dupont

Deigo del Lobo

Martine Meunier

Janis Rivers

Jean-Philippe Delacroix

Gauthier Delacroix

Enzo Traoré

Léa Bonnet

Polyamory:

Zara Tien

Theo Moon

Kai Malano

Nadia Den Yamin

Demisexual:

Russell Crane

Ingrid Bjorn

Rupert Winchester

AroAce:

Dick Wells (This man called science his mistress once, and I have headcanoned him as AroAce ever since!)

Hope Newman

Acesexual:

Armand Dupont

Viola Pemberton

Questioning:

Rita Estevez: Thought she was straight but started having feelings towards a certain woman…

Luke Fernandez: He thought he was straight, but after everything with Fabien de la Mort, he started questioning

Carrie James: Unsure of her sexuality

Émile Bardot: Unsure of her sexuality

Other Characters

Olivia Hall: Lesbian

James Savage: Demisexual

Edward Dante: Pansexual

Karen Knight: Bisexual

Nigel Adakue: Gay

Asal Hawaa: Bisexual

Katherine Woolf: Lesbian

Jasper Everett: Gay

Mia Loukas: Bisexual

Arthur Darkwood: Gay

Geroge Mathison: Gay

Cody James: Pansexual

Gender-based LGBTQ Headcanons:

Nathan Pandit: Transgender (female to male)

Alex Turner: Demiboy

Hannah Choi: Demigirl

Jean-Philippe Delacroix: Genderqueer

(I don’t have many gender-based headcanons yet…)

That’s everything I could come up with! And like always, I am open to hearing about your opinions, headcanons and suggestions on this topic!

#criminal case #criminal case grimsborough #criminal case pacific bay #criminal case save the world #criminal case mysteries of the past #criminal case the conspiracy #criminal case travel in time #criminal case supernatural investigations #criminal case city of romance #headcanons #ask

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WITH ARMS WIDE OPEN ✦ cl16

PREFACE; THE NIGHT WE MET

Previous: The Cast

word count: 5.4k (i'm so sorry)

warnings: accidental pregnancy, sexual content (kinda, is very brief ) mentions of an attempt of abortion.

The night was cool enough for her to hug herself in search of warmth, but not enough to make her want to return to her hotel room.

She approached the improvised bonfire that her friends had made and sighed as she felt a pleasant warmth flood her body. She looked at the scene in front of her—the guys were playing and jumping into the water, while the girls tried to escape the same fate.

Not all of them were her friends. She was more of one person’s friend there, and that person had invited her to a gathering with many more people. But she didn't complain. She had always loved the beach, and if she was honest, that group of friends seemed quite pleasant.

"Are you hiding?" a playful voice asked from behind her.

Amélie turned slowly, finding herself face to face with that guy from the group who had caught her attention. She was surprised she hadn't seen him before, considering they were both from Monaco. His name was Charles, just a couple of years older than her. He had messy hair, beautiful eyes, and a smile that caused dimples to form on his cheeks—dimples that Amélie had refrained from touching all day.

"Of course," she laughed, turning her gaze back to the group. "If I let them soak me now, I won't stop shivering for the rest of the trip."

Charles noticed how the girl hugged herself, and quickly took off his jacket to put it on her shoulders. Amélie smiled softly and adjusted the garment to keep her warmer.

"Thank you," she whispered. Charles smiled at her as he sat down next to her on the sand. "You know, I'm sure I haven't seen you before in Monaco, but your face seems very familiar."

"Oh... You probably know my brother, Arthur. He's at home more often than I am."

The girl's eyes widened in surprise. Suddenly, the pieces started coming together, and the resemblance was so evident that it felt embarrassing.

"So that was it!" she said, genuinely excited. Charles smiled again, and Amélie tightly clasped her hands to keep from burying her fingers in his dimples. "Nice to meet you, Charles Leclerc."

The girl extended her hand, smiling friendly. Leclerc's stomach filled with butterflies at Amélie's beautiful smile. He took her hand and shook it gently, feeling breathless as their skin touched.

They had introduced themselves before, of course, but they only knew each other's names. Charles wanted to know everything about her. Perhaps her last name wasn't a big deal, but he had to start somewhere.

"Pleased to meet you, Amélie..."

"Dupont. Amélie Dupont."

"It's a beautiful name, Amélie."

He repeated her name once more, savoring it on his lips as if it were the most exquisite thing. Amélie, on the other hand, was enchanted by the way her name sounded coming from Charles' lips.

"You have beautiful dimples," she blurted out without thinking. Despite the poor lighting, she noticed that Charles had blushed. "Can you smile again so I can see them?"

"Of course, Amélie."

2016

"Where are you taking me, Arthur?"

The younger Leclerc didn't respond. Instead, he continued pulling the blonde girl's hand. She let out an audible groan as she tried to remove the blindfold covering her eyes.

"Hey, that's cheating!" Arthur exclaimed when he realized what she was doing. "What part of surprise don't you understand?"

"I'm impatient, okay?"

"Annoying, that's what you are," he teased, and Amélie managed to locate him and playfully hit him in the stomach. "Ouch, Ames!"

"You're the annoying one," she complained, growing impatient with not being able to see. "Where are we?"

"You need to pay more attention at school if you don't understand the concept of surprise."

"It’s okay, Arthur."

A third voice joined them, one that Amélie knew perfectly well. Her smile widened, and the anxiety disappeared from her body as if it had been wiped away with a cloth. It didn't matter anymore where they were or what they were doing there, or even if Arthur was incredibly annoying. Nothing mattered because Charles, her Charles, was there.

Amélie didn't know when, but Arthur had already left, leaving them alone.

"What is all of this about, Charles?"

The elder Leclerc let out a chuckle, unable to hide his nerves. He could never hide his nerves when he was near Amélie. He took her hand, and she smiled, causing Leclerc's heart to race.

"Well... I wanted to do something for you before I leave again," he explained briefly. "But first... wait."

He stood behind her, and Amélie wasn't quite sure what he was doing. But when she felt something cold on her chest, she knew he had put a necklace on her. Then she felt Charles' fingers on the back of her neck, barely grazing her skin but eliciting a sigh that made him smile. His fingers gently traced up through her hair until they reached the knot of the blindfold covering her eyes. He quickly untied it, and Amélie could finally see her surroundings.

They were in Charles' apartment. She had been there a couple of times before, but she had never seen it as beautiful as it was at that moment. The balcony door was open, and outside there was a small table with two chairs, set up for a lovely dinner.

"Charles?" she asked with curiosity, and he shrugged, smiling softly.

"Look," he said, pointing to his chest.

She lowered her gaze, observing the necklace that Charles had put on her a few seconds ago. It was a delicate golden chain with a tiny red heart-shaped gem pendant. The charm was barely visible, and Charles felt a bit embarrassed, but he had bought it with his own money and had spent hours choosing it.

"I know it's not much..."

"It's beautiful."

She wasn't just trying to be polite. Amélie genuinely looked at the necklace with adoration, as if it were the best gift she had ever received. And it actually was. She had received hundreds of luxurious and extravagant gifts, but none of them were as beautiful as that necklace.

"I wanted you to have a part of me when I'm away," he said, scratching his neck. "Amélie..."

"Yes?"

"I really like you," he murmured nervously, taking her hands. "But I don't want this to be ruined because I'm always away."

"Charlie," she whispered, looking at him sweetly. "It doesn't matter that you're far away. As long as we see the same moon and you don't forget about me, and I don't forget about you, everything will be fine."

"Would you let me be your boyfriend?" he asked on impulse. "I promise I won't forget about you when I'm away, and I'll always come back to you."

He had spoken quickly, causing Amélie to giggle. She quickly took his face in her hands and stood on tiptoe to press a kiss on his lips.

"Of course, Charlie."

Leclerc smiled broadly, and Amélie dared to leave a kiss on one of his dimples.

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"You shouldn’t be here," Charles said, laughing, but Amélie just shrugged her shoulders, moving her head to the rhythm of the music. "If our parents find out about this, they'll kill me."

"Come on, Charlie, nothing will happen if we sneak away for a while," she said, taking his hand and pulling him towards the dance floor.

Amélie didn't particularly enjoy those kinds of places, but when she heard the song, she knew they had to go in. It was the same song they had heard together the day they met, as there was a party a few meters away from their spot on the beach, playing only 80s songs that Amélie loved thanks to her grandmother and her parents.

Charles wasn't a fan of old songs, at least not until he met Amélie. After that, every time he heard one, he imagined what it would have been like if they had both lived in those times.

And now there he was, dancing to "Hands up" by Ottawan with the girl of his dreams, whose English became fluent as she sang along.

And he loved every single part of it.

Charles was young, and many people had told him not to settle down, that he had so much ahead of him, that Amélie would just be another one of his girlfriends, and that it wouldn't last a lifetime. But he believed that all of that was a load of bullshit. It wasn't just a teenage impulse; he couldn't imagine his life without her. He had eyes only for her, and he had no interest in being with anyone other than Amélie.

He loved her.

As the thought crossed his mind, a whirlwind of emotions stirred in his stomach. However, the moment he laid eyes on her blonde hair swaying to the rhythm of the music and her blue eyes gleaming with excitement, a sense of serenity washed over him.

"I love you," he said for the first time.

Amélie felt like her heart would burst out of her chest, unsure if it was from dancing so much or because Charles' words had completely shaken her.

"I love you, Amélie. I love you. I love you. I love you," he said, placing kisses all over her face.

She burst into laughter with each touch and hugged Charles tightly, not wanting to get lost in the crowd of people who were still dancing ecstatically.

"I love you too, Charles."

2017

"What about you, Amélie?" her friends asked, and she paid attention to their words. "What's the biggest fight you've had with Charles?"

"The biggest fight?" she tried to remember, searching deep within her memories, but she was surprised to find nothing. "Charles and I don't fight."

"Come on!"

"It's true!" she defended herself with laughter. "Of course, we've had disagreements because we have different points of view, but we can always resolve it peacefully."

"They are like the perfect couple," one of Amélie's best friends muttered. "You won't find a single flaw in them."

Amélie rolled her eyes and got up from where she was sitting to go to the bar for another piña colada.

"She's unbearable as if she wants to rub her perfect relationship in our faces."

"I'm sure it's just a façade," one of the girls in the group whispered as Amélie walked away. "Charles is a race car driver; he probably has girls wherever he goes."

Amélie heard that comment just as she returned from the bar, but she decided to ignore it, although the idea lingered in her mind throughout the afternoon.

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"You're very quiet. Is something wrong?" he asked, genuinely concerned. "Is everything okay?"

Amélie sighed heavily and set her fork down on the plate, shaking her head as she lowered her gaze.

"It's something silly, but I can't help but let it affect me," she murmured. "This afternoon, someone said that you probably have many girls wherever you go."

Charles furrowed his brow and clenched his jaw. He didn't like people assuming things about him, but he especially disliked seeing Amélie being hurt by such absurd comments. She wasn't an insecure person, but it was difficult to brush off those remarks when she heard them so often.

"Ma petite lune," he cooed, focusing all his attention on her, extending his hand across the table to reach for hers.

Amélie placed her hand on top of his but didn't lift her gaze.

"I know it's silly, but after hearing the same thing for a while, my head starts believing all the nonsense they say."

“Don't worry, I know it's difficult," he gently stroked the back of her hand and looked at her with a smile as if apologizing. "None of that is true, my love. I only want to be with you, okay? I wouldn't throw away something so precious for something that wouldn't even be worth it. Never."

And Charles meant it. Although he understood that doubts might assail Amélie's mind, he planned on reminding her that it wasn't true whenever she needed it.

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“AMÉLIE!" Charles's sudden shout startled her

"What's wrong?" she asked anxiously as she got up from her spot on Charles's bed. He was crying. "Is everything okay?"

Tears were flowing uncontrollably, and it was challenging for Amélie to regain control. Charles held her tightly and refused to let go. The blonde's anguish grew with each passing second, as she had not yet received an answer and needed to know what was happening.

"Breathe, sweetheart, breathe," She said when he finally released her. She stroked his hair, and Charles smiled through his tears. "What's wrong, Charlie?"

"I did it, Mellie. I'm in Formula 1."

It was Amélie's turn to cry as she hugged Charles tightly. Because it felt so good to know that he was achieving his dream, and she felt incredibly fortunate to be able to share it with him. Charles was immensely talented, and Amélie was sure he could go far. He could become a world champion, and this was just another step towards that goal.

That night they cried a lot and talked about the future. Charles was filled with excitement, knowing that Amélie would be by his side every step of the way.

"Would you like to get married?" he suddenly asked, gently stroking her back.

"Eventually, I would like to," she murmured, nodding, and Charles smiled. “What about you?"

"I wasn't too fond of the idea of marriage before. But if it's with you, I would gladly do it," he left a soft kiss on her forehead, making her sigh. "If I don't marry you, I won't marry anyone else."

"Liar."

"I’m not lying!" he said, laughing before looking at her more seriously "I mean it."

She nodded, believing his words. It wasn't the first time they had talked about their desires, but it was the first time it felt so serious. Instead of scaring them, it brought them a sense of peace. They weren't just fantasizing; they were making plans that now held more weight and could be easily realized.

They were eighteen and twenty, but neither of them wanted to go through the typical teenage experimentation. Both of them had their own desires but also shared the dream of living together and starting a family. It was a desire they hadn't shared with anyone else because they preferred to keep that kind of things just for themselves. What did others matter when they were happy together?

"Would you like to have kids?"

"I would go crazy if I had a child, Amélie," he said with a laugh, and then his gaze softened. "Not in a bad way, but I think I would leave everything behind and give my all for my family, just like Dad did for me."

It still hurt to talk about his dad, but Charles was always happy to remember him.

"Would you really leave everything behind?" she asked, astonished. "Even if we had a child now?"

"I would," he affirmed.

"No!" she exclaimed, laughing. "You couldn't do that."

"Of course, I could!" he furrowed his brow while smiling. "But, again, I wouldn't have children if it weren't with you."

"Come on, Charles."

"It's true," he murmured, looking at her intently. "You ruined me for every girl out there, Amélie. You've got me trapped."

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She clung tightly to his back, knowing that she might leave marks, but neither of them cared. He was too lost in her to think about anything else but the sounds coming from her lips.

"Charles..." she whimpered, her eyes teary and her lips swollen.

"I know, princess," he muttered, pressing his fingers a little harder into the blonde's hip. "Do it with me, okay?"

She nodded, unable to utter any word other than his name. And when he buried his face in her neck and bit her gently, she couldn't hold back any longer, and a small cry escaped from her lips. Her body trembled slightly, and every muscle in her convulsed with pleasure. Charles noticed it and couldn't hold back any longer.

And then he felt it, something had definitely happened, the sensation had changed, but he was too absorbed in the pleasure of his orgasm to pay attention to anything else.

"Is everything all right?" he asked once his accelerated breathing allowed him to, and Amélie nodded. "Okay..."

He left a gentle kiss on her forehead and then began to slowly withdraw from inside her.

Something was wrong. He noticed it immediately and didn't hesitate to check.

"Shit," he muttered when he realized.

"Charles?"

"Don't panic " he pleaded, causing Amélie to sit up immediately.

"What's wrong?"

"The condom broke" he murmured, thinking about what to do. "I'm sorry, love..."

It took her a moment to process that information because everything had happened so quickly that the thoughts hadn't fully settled in her mind.

"I felt something like a snap, but it was too late to stop anyway," he muttered through clenched teeth. "Forgive me, angel, I should have stopped immediately."

“Don't worry, it wasn't your fault" she said, her mind becoming clearer, suddenly recalling her last appointment with the gynecologist and feeling a wave of relief wash over her body. "These things happen. Besides, I’m on the pill again, remember?"

That was the calm in the storm for both of them. Neither of them had remembered it until that moment, and when they did, their souls returned to their bodies.

"So, everything is fine then?" the pilot asked to make sure.

"I hope so" she whispered, and he nodded. "I'll ask the doctor next time."

"Let me know when your next appointment is, okay? I want to go with you."

"Deal."

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She emerged from the bathroom once again, looking pale, with slight dark circles under her blue eyes.

"What did you eat?" her friend asked, getting up from the couch, visibly concerned. "Ames, you look terrible."

She took her arm and helped her sit on the couch, covering her with one of the blankets she had there. Amélie thanked her and curled up under the blanket, wanting to feel warm. She was used to the winters in Monaco—not extreme, but still somewhat cold. However, this month she had been so busy with school that she felt extremely tired.

"I just need some rest."

"Are you sure you're not pregnant?" her friend jokingly.

"No, I've had my period regularly since what happened in Russia," she said with confidence.

"I've heard of girls who still have their period even when they're pregnant," her friend said, no longer joking. She knew that Amélie had been worried about that for quite some time.

“Should I take a test?” she asked, nervousness taking over her voice

“Well... if you want to be completely sure, you should do it, " the Spanish girl said, shrugging her shoulders. "I know you've been somewhat stressed about the situation. How about I go and buy you a test?"

—Okay, that sounds good. Thank you, Liv.

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Her trembling hands held one of the three tests Olivia had bought for her. Her breathing was rapid and she had her eyes closed. She didn't want to open them; she was afraid. Everything would have been much easier if Charles were with her. He would know what to say and do to calm her down. But he was in Italy, about to find out if he had the opportunity to drive for Ferrari or not, and Amélie wouldn't dare interrupt such an important moment.

Finally, she gathered the courage to open her eyes. The two red lines were the first thing she saw, and Amélie felt her soul leave her body. This couldn't be happening.

She let go of that test and quickly grabbed the other two to check them. They all had the same result: two red lines.

Her mind clouded, and although she tried to make it to the bathroom door quickly, she couldn't. She fainted before she could even let Olivia know what was happening.

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"I came as soon as Arthur called," Charles said, lying down on the bed beside her. "How are you feeling, love?"

"I'm better, it was just stress," she reassured him with a small smile.

Amélie hadn't wanted to say anything, at least not yet. Only she and Olivia knew about her pregnancy. She wanted to wait, although she wasn't sure what she was waiting for. She just didn't want to tell Charles anything yet.

"Are you sure? We can go to the doctor" he said, taking her hand.

"No, I'm fine, don't worry," she said, squeezing his hand. "Tell me how things went in Maranello. What did they say?"

Charles's eyes immediately lit up, and it brought so much joy to Amélie that she was on the verge of tears.

"They want me at Ferrari, Mellie," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm starting this season."

"Charles!" she shouted, her voice filled with excitement. Unable to contain herself, she threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I told you you would make it. I'm so proud of you and so happy for you, my love."

But when the initial excitement and joy faded, doubts crept in. This was a huge step in Charles's career, it was what he had always dreamed of, and now Amélie found herself in a situation that, to be honest, didn't favor anyone.

And the dream of having a family with Charles wasn’t bigger than the happiness of letting him fulfill his dream.

"...I think I would leave everything behind and give everything for my family, just like Dad did for me."

Charles's words echoed in her head, and she knew he wasn't lying. She knew him well enough to know that it would put him in a very difficult situation. Amélie didn't want that, she just wanted Charles to be happy, to fulfill every one of his dreams, and of course, she wanted to be with him... but not by ruining his life.

It was time for Charles to focus on his career, to give his all to become the best driver on the grid, and not to worry about being a father.

Amélie definitely couldn't tell him, but most importantly, she couldn't have it. Because she didn't feel ready either, because she was scared.

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—Ames... — Arthur's hands trembled.

It hadn't been his intention to come across that. He was just looking for the bag Amélie had asked for, and the pregnancy tests had fallen out of it.

Arthur wasn't stupid; he knew what they were, and he also knew they were positive. But a thousand questions swirled in his mind, along with a thousand answers. It explained many things but left many others in doubt.

"What..."

Amélie's face turned pale, her stomach churned, and her breathing became erratic.

"Are you... pregnant, Amélie?"

"Please don't tell Charles!" she pleaded, gripping him by the arms.

Arthur observed her tearful eyes, the way her body trembled, and how her chest rose and fell rapidly. He feared the worst and even felt a sting of betrayal.

"Why?"

"Because if you do, he'll leave everything behind, and it's not the right time for that. He needs to pursue his dream, Arthur. He doesn't need this," she said, pointing to her belly.

A sense of relief washed over the younger Leclerc as he realized his initial theory was wrong.

"But he has the right to know; it's his baby..."

"I know, but it's not going to happen, Arthur," she said, more resolute this time. "Think about how you would feel in his position and how much it would jeopardize everything."

He thought about it carefully, and Amélie was right. If he were in Charles's shoes, he wouldn't know how to react or what to do, but he probably wouldn't want it because his career would be overshadowed by the responsibility of being a father.

"Ames..."

"Promise me you won't say anything," she pleaded once again. "Do it for him, please."

"All right..."

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She had decided not to have it, but she couldn't go to a clinic because, in Monaco, everyone knew Charles, they knew he was her boyfriend, and the rumors wouldn't take long to appear.

"Don't worry, Mellie, we're here, right Arthur?" She nudged the younger one, and he nodded.

Olivia's mother was a doctor, so Liv had no problem getting information about a method to terminate the pregnancy without having to go to a clinic. She also had no trouble obtaining the medication.

Arthur and she had offered to accompany her throughout the process, and the youngest of the Leclerc family had supported her unconditionally and suddenly become quite protective of her.

"Arthur, I'm so sorry," she pleaded tearfully, looking at him as if begging for forgiveness.

He approached her and knelt, taking both of her hands in his.

"You don't have to apologize, Ames," he said, his hand gently caressing her cheek. "It's your decision, and no one will blame you for it, understand?"

Amélie nodded and wiped her face with the sleeve of her hoodie.

"Can you give me a moment alone?" she asked.

"Of course, sweetheart," Olivia took Arthur by the arm, and they both left the room.

When Amélie was alone in the room, her thoughts became chaotic. She couldn't deny that in the past few days, she had started fantasizing about what it would be like to start a family with Charles. It was a dream, and the idea of becoming a mother had settled in her mind so naturally that she found herself absentmindedly caressing her belly on several occasions.

And now, her desire to become a mother was equal in strength to her desire to see Charles fulfill his dream.

She held back a sob as she looked at the box of medication her best friend had given her, wondering if she was truly capable of going through with it. Many times, she had convinced herself that it was a way to erase a mistake, an inconvenience. But then, a thought that had been quite recurrent invaded her mind.

Amélie realized that what was growing inside her was just a manifestation of the love between her and Charles. It had come at a very inconvenient time, but it hadn't been created with any less love.

However, she truly didn't want to hold Charles back. He had so much ahead of him.

How could she do both?

She thought for a moment, and everything seemed to make more sense, even though it broke her heart.

She got up from the bed and walked to the door, opening it and peeking her head out. Both of them looked at her with concern, and Arthur was the first to approach. Amélie opened the door fully and broke down in tears once again, and her brother-in-law held her in his arms, gently stroking her back.

"I can't do it, Arthur, I can't."

"It's okay, calm down. Everything is going to be okay."

January 2019

"Why are you telling me this?" Charles asked, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. "Why are you telling lies, Amélie?"

"It's not a lie, Charles."

Amélie seemed calm on the outside, but inside, she was in agony because she was doing something she never thought she would do, and her heart knew it.

"Mellie, I love you. We have plans together, and now we can make them happen."

The lump in the blonde's throat grew, and she had to take a moment to hold back tears. Her heart was telling her to stop, to pause, and talk to him because he would understand. But the logical part of her knew that Charles would stop focusing on his career and put all his effort into their baby, and all the hard work he had put in so far would go to waste.

"My plans no longer align with yours, Charlie. I want to go out into the world and work on my designs. I want to be a great designer."

"We can do it together, Mellie!" he exclaimed, grabbing her arms, visibly frustrated. "You can come with me to the races, and we'll find someone there who can support your designs! We'll focus on your growth if that's what you want..."

"No, no, no, Charles," Amélie pulled away from his grasp and began packing her bags. "I want you to focus on yourself. You're doing amazing, and I know you'll do even better."

"No, Amélie, please."

"Charles, please... Don't make this harder," she said, wiping her face. "If you love me, then you'll understand that this is the best thing for us, please."

"Are you going to come back?"

"Charles..."

"Promise me you'll come back to me one day, Amélie. Promise me."

"Perhaps someday," she murmured. "I want you to fulfill your dreams first and let me fulfill mine."

"Do not stop looking at the moon, Amélie, never stop looking at the moon," he sobbed, pulling her into an embrace and giving her one last kiss, breaking the blonde's heart completely, and causing her to sob. "I will always love you, ma petite lune."

"I will always love you too, Charles."

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"Don't forget to call every night," Arthur warned her. "Send me the schedule of your doctor's appointments, I'll do the impossible if necessary to be there for all of them."

"Okay," she nodded softly, smiling as she gave him one last hug. "I'm going to miss you so much, Arthur."

"And I'll miss you too," he said, looking at her with sadness. "Don't worry too much, okay? You’ll be fine, I'll take care of whatever is needed."

"Thank you, that's thoughtful of you," Olivia said, patting him on the shoulder as she walked toward the entrance

"I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about my niece and Ames," he frowned. "Anyway... Take care, all right?"

"Of course, we will."

July 2019

Arthur rushed through the hospital corridors, still wearing his racing suit, holding the trophy they had given him, and feeling incredibly tired. But Amélie's call had surprised him immediately after stepping off the podium, so he hadn't taken any time for himself. He insisted on getting a flight to Milan right away.

"Is Miss Amélie Dupont here?" he asked at the reception desk.

"Room 207," the nurse pointed out, and he started running again. "It's on the other side."

"Thank you."

He reached the room and opened the door without much care, startling the nurse who was inside.

"Only family members are allowed in," the nurse complained.

Amélie chuckled and sighed.

"It's okay, he's family," she said, laughing.

Arthur entered the room slowly, taking in every detail. Amélie was lying in the bed, wearing a dreadful hospital gown, her skin free of makeup, and she had dark circles under her eyes. But she didn't look upset; on the contrary, she appeared incredibly happy, and Arthur couldn't help but smile upon seeing her. His eyes traveled to Amélie's arms, and a shiver ran down his spine as he saw the small bundle nestled between them.

"Are you the father?" the nurse asked as she checked something on Amélie's monitors.

"Uncle" he corrected, smiling proudly.

"Congratulations. I'll leave you alone for a moment."

As soon as the nurse left, Arthur practically sprinted to Amélie's bed, approaching with gentleness to see the baby. Amélie adjusted the blankets so that he could fully admire the baby's face.

She was so tiny, extremely tiny; her lips formed a little pout that completely melted Arthur's heart. His heart swelled with happiness and pride at seeing her there, simply existing.

A lump formed in his throat, and he wiped away the treacherous tears that threatened to roll down his cheeks.

"Uncle Arthur brought you something, beautiful," he whispered as if she could hear him, lifting the trophy he carried as if the baby could see it. "It's for you. Today I won for you."

Amélie couldn't contain her tears because she could vividly imagine Charles saying those words. Their voices were so eerily similar that she even closed her eyes and imagined him for a second.

"Do you want to hold her?" Amélie asked, her voice trembling, and Arthur nodded eagerly before placing the trophy elsewhere. "Be careful."

He gently cradled her in his arms, taking utmost care as she seemed to slip through his arms due to how tiny she was.

"Hello, my little angel," he whispered, smiling, unable to control the tears now rolling down his cheeks. "I'm your Uncle Arthur, and I love you. It makes me so happy that you're here." He softly brought his lips closer to the baby's head and placed a gentle kiss on it. "Do you have a name yet?"

"Eliane Juliette," Amélie murmured. "Juliette is for Jules... I know he won't know, but I know he would have wanted it."

"Eliane Juliette Leclerc," he whispered with adoration, giving her another kiss. "Welcome to the world."

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