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folkloresthings · 8 months
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BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY / CL16.
in which the world’s favourite pop princess becomes tangled in the life of a certain formula one driver, flipping her entire world upside down.
( charles leclerc x singer!au )
track one: lonesome. track two: fast times. track three: nonsense. track four: opposite. track five: how many things. track six: bad for business.
✩⡱ warnings: nope
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it was finally here. the weekend of the final grand prix in abu dhabi, the end of another season of racing. you’d had your flight booked for weeks, but you hadn’t decided what you were going to do with it. all of your contemplating had made you late to the airport, having to rush through the terminal just in time to make the flight. and even then, thousands of miles in the air, you kept wanting to turn back.
you wanted charles, that much you knew. but you didn’t want to get hurt again, you were sure your heart was running out of bandaids.
no one knew you were here, besides lewis. he had helped you sneak in and out of the hotel, and into the paddock, without being caught. you didn’t want to let anyone know you were here, considering you might still change your mind at the last second.
but then it was sunday, before you knew it, and you were donning a red ferrari cap as you waited the race prep out in lewis’ driver’s room. every so often, you got the sudden urge to get up and run away, far far away. your heart was racing — maybe charles had changed his mind since you last spoke. three months was a long time, long enough to find someone else.
the race began and you watched it intently on the screens, biting at your fingernails every time charles rounded another corner. come the final lap, your feet were carrying you out to the paddock, away from the mercedes hut and towards ferrari. the crowd erupted nearby, charles crossing the finish line in P2. your heart swelled with a thrill, happiness for him filling you. a podium on the last race, something he’d spoken of time and time again.
you squeezed yourself through the celebrating ferrari employees, right to the front of the fence, watching as charles’ car pulled into it’s space after the cool down lap. you pulled the hat off, hoping your hair on show would catch his attention better. his fist pumped as he clambered out of the car, pulling off of his helmet and beaming at the crowds.
by instinct he moved to run towards the group all in red, the usual celebrations waiting to follow. but the monegasque driver stopped, his eyes stuck in the middle of the group. on you. you had come — you had actually come. charles could have pinched himself, sure he could never have gotten so lucky.
you felt your mouth run dry, unable to read his expression from where he was standing. everyone around you carried on celebrating, but the two of you were frozen. you smiled a little, shoulder shrugging with a slight chuckle. and when he smiled back at you, you knew.
you knew this was where you were meant to be.
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writers note: i was THIS 🤏 close to her not getting on the plane
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emotionaldamages · 4 months
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american girl & british boy - lando norris
summary- established relationship
pairings- lando norris x sargeant!reader
authors note- might be spelling errors, feel free to put in requests
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smooth-perceval · 7 months
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“Make the world go away”
Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader
Summary: The reader is struggling after going public with Charles- reader has a breakdown when Charles returns home.
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of depression, reader hating herself a lot- a lot of body shaming, death threats, Charles being so sweet, a lot of tears, fluff, my bad writing.
Word count: 2,041
Music: Make the world go away- Duffy.
Key: Y/N (Your name)
A/N: I’ve been feeling a bit off lately- and there was no other song to describe how I felt than the one I have tagged- it’s a cover by Duffy, original singer Timi Yuro if I’m correct <3
THIS WAS RUSHED I HAVE A VERRYYYY GOOD CHARLES SERIES THAT IM STARTING AND IM EGER TO GET THE FORST CHAPTER OUT BY TOMROROW EVENING!!
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Charles and me went public roughly 3 weeks ago- not officially public, but I mean it’s official in the sense I had been spotted with him during race weekend- and not exactly in a friendly manner, wrapped up with one and another at the back of his garage- stealing sweet kisses and adoring smiles.
I’ve attended races before- been in exact same spot before yet this time we got caught, and well-
My, oh my you should’ve seen the headlines…
-Charles newest trophy,
-Leclerc at it again,
-Leclerc’s mysterious girl.
-The Ferrari driver and the other woman.
The other woman? It’s been a year since his ex and him announced their split- somehow I’m the other woman? I mean give me a break…
Seriously, give me a break- the hate I’ve received for liking a boy was just unreal. Charles was a saint in their eyes- but me? Oh I was the wicked witch of the west, I somehow bewitched this boy into wanting me- it was all my fault!
Overtime the hate as always gets too much, and now I find myself every night finding a new flaw on my once perfect body. A new feature on me I didn’t realise was so disgusting until that one user online commented about it.
I found myself stuck in rotation infront of a mirror I used to once love admiring myself in. The same old mirror that now shows a broken girl, struggling to breathe like I was drowning in a pool of hatred. The world weighing me down sitting like devils on my shoulders, always reminding me that I am not good enough for the world.
Not ever good enough for Charles.
And just like a routine I was stuck in crying myself to sleep every night and ensure Charles that I was fine, “I’m just tired” I was tired truthfully, I was tired of it all, I couldn’t take it anymore- I hated myself for not loving me more, I hated me for not loving Charles more, I hated me for not being perfect for him. I hate me.
I finally urged myself to get in the shower tonight. Not only the fact I needed one- but because Charles was soon to arrive home, and I had to wash off every piece of evidence that I’ve been feeling so lost and alone.
As the night rolled on more, I laid in bed- Charles robe tied tightly around my body hiding the matching black underwear set, hair still wrapped up in a towel. The mirrors were avoided- I knew for a fact I looked terrible, but couldn’t bring myself to confirm it. My eyes were glued to the time on my phone, expecting the guy I need is such desperate times to walk through the door.
Another 10 more minutes and his back to being mine. Sighing to myself I rolled my head to the side the towel coming loose and sprawling across the bed, finally catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and like a trance I found myself sliding off the bed and over to the exact mirror, watching myself like I was hunting me down. The girl in the mirror wasn’t getting away again, she had to be judged.
My damp hair dripped behind me leaving a little trail from the bed to the mirror, some wet strands sticking to my face. With a huff I brushed them back before untying the robe, revealing my semi-naked self, my bra strap sliding down with the robe- and like my hair I brushed it back up with a defeated sigh.
Moving side to side, I observed every crease in my body, every mole, every dent, every scratch. I observed everything- stepping away from the mirror I took in my entire body, it was horrid. What did Charles see in me?
The girls he could have and he chose me- I feel sick looking at myself, I don’t know how he must feel… I hate me. I hate that nobody thinks I’m perfect for him, perfect for their Charles.
Lip quivering, and my cheeks slowly getting wetter by the moment, I slid my hands over my stomach and hips- my skin feeling rough, biting my hands at every movement.
Eating me alive- and with shallow breaths I glanced away from the mirror trying to regain some control over myself. The shallow breaths soon eased, and I finally felt like I could breathe again.
Like I wasn’t suffocating anymore, or that the room wasn’t getting smaller and as soon as I could breathe I looked back at myself once again.
“mon chéri-” (my darling)
Spinning around on the spot- caught in the act I stared at a very confused Charles.
“What are you doing?” A little smile on his face as he stepped in the room, forgetting his suitcase and bags behind him.
“I didn’t hear the door go-” swallowing the lump in my throat I quickly crouch down scrambling to grab Charles robe from the floor.
Charles had moved further into the room crouching down to my height. “And even so you still haven’t welcomed me home.” His smile grew even more teasing as he placed his knee onto the robe holding it down.
“Charles move over-” a fake laugh left me as I tugged away at the robe, more self conscious by the second.
“Where’s my kiss?”
“Two seconds let me just cover up-”
“Do I have to kiss you hm?” Raising his eyebrows he brushed my damp hair over my shoulder.
“Charles move.” Looking up at him with a glare, I pulled hardener at the fabric underneath his knee.
Now furrowing his eyebrows, he lifted his knee watching me, like a lion stalking his prey, eyes glued to me just like I was not long ago in the mirror.
Quickly scrambling away, I pulled the robe over me quickly tying it even more tighter around my waist, abruptly standing up.
“Sorry… I didn’t meant to raise my voice.” Chewing my lip anxiously, looking down at Charles, still knelt on one knee, on the floor beneath me.
“What was that all about?”
“What? Me raising my voice?”
Shaking his head, he now knelt on both knees raising himself up a little, his head at waist line as he looked up at me.
“You practically begged for this robe.”
His face showed no emotion. Truthfully he looked like he was still piecing together what just happened. “I was just getting cold that’s all- come stand up so I can welcome you home-” rubbing my hands through his hair, I slid my hands to either side of his face.
And like in a trance guided him to his feet, him now standing tall above me.
“Welcome home” leaning up onto my tip toes I kissed his lips softly.
Charles lips didn’t move against mine, they was stiff. He was now stiff.
“You’ve been crying.” Closing my eyes, I pulled away from him stepping back.
“No I haven’t long showered Charles.”
“I know what this is.” Nodding his head with surety he stepped closer. Guiding his hands to my hips and pulling me in, both of us now inches apart.
“Take it off.” His hands now found the strings of the robe pulling them loose.
“Charles-”
“I’m not asking Y/N.” With tired eyes, they silently begged me to re-undress. Mine? They filled with tears once again, lip trembling as I tired to hold it all back.
“I’m so sorry Charles…” looking down at his hands watching him intently, them now brushing the robe back off my shoulders and back onto the ground, kicking it aside.
Gulping to myself Charles now moved, looking up quickly wondering where he had gone, I then felt his presence behind me. “Look at you.” He brushed my hair over the other shoulder, now resting his head on the bare one, hands now resting on my hips again.
“Look at you mon chéri.” (My darling)
“I am looking at me…” sighing I tilt my head slightly, the tears making their way down and dripping off my chin.
“Why you crying?” His hand reached around wiping both cheeks and cupping my jaw, bringing my head to tilt his way.
“Because-”
With a delicate kiss to my cheek, he then stared at me through the mirror.
“Use your words Y/N”
With another loud sigh, I finally gave in. Pushing my back closer into his chest, his arms in an instinct manner wrapped securely around me holding me tight.
“I’m not good enough for you Charles.”
“Who said so?”
“Everyone says so-”
“My maman thinks your perfect.” Smiling a little at me his hands started caressing my body.
“I think your perfect.” He placed a gentle kiss to the top of my spine and slowly trailed kisses down it.
“I just want them all to leave me alone…” looking up at the ceiling I bite my lip, to stop more tears, and to suppress any other emotions wanting to escape.
“Who?” While once again knelt on the floor he grabbed my waist softly twirling me on the spot.
“the whole world.” Subconsciously my hands now rested on his shoulders squeezing them tight.
“Make the world go away.”
Smiling sadly up at me, his head placed itself resting against my stomach, arms hugging my legs, like a child.
“Get it off of my shoulders.”
Wrapping my arms protectively around his head I bent slightly trying to lower myself to his level. He was quick to move, now throwing me over his shoulders and moving over to the bed, and ever so softly placing me down. Throwing the towel that was once wrapped around my head somewhere else in the room.
“ma jolie fille” (my pretty girl)
Charles started placing sweet kisses over every inch of my body, whispering sweet nothings between each kiss.
“Do you realise, how absolutely gorgeous you are?” Now hovering above me, one arm supporting him up, the other tracing small circles on my inner thigh. Clouding my thoughts.
“Do you realise, that no matter if you was a worm-” pausing he rolled his eyes with a smile, reciting when I asked him a few weeks ago if he would still be with me if I was a worm.
“You do realise I would still love you with my whole entire heart and soul?”
Leaning down his lips brushed mine, hand now stopped moving- but gripping onto my thigh kneading it slowly.
“I’m not good enough for you Charles…” breathing hitched, not for holding back tears- better yet holding back a moan, Charles had me wrapped around his finger always, and the way his making me forget the such hate I have had, and the emotions I have shed. Made me love him.
“You right.” Like a shot to the chest- I started to close up.
“You more than perfect for me.” Sighing a breath of relief, my arms wrapped around his neck pulling him a little closer.
“Je t'aime Y/N.” (I love you Y/N)
Once again my breathing hitched, and my heart skipped a beat.
“I love your smile, your eyes, your nose, your lips, your ears, your neck, your shoulders, your chest, your stomach, yours legs, your feet, even your toes. I love you.”
Eyes welling up I sighed in a bliss.
“I don’t think I can ever stop the hate mon chéri… I wish I could protect you from the world truthfully. But I make you a promise that for every day I’m breathing I promise to love your heart- and fill it with pure utter happiness and love. Whatever them people are saying are wrong, and even if you looked like your little worm, I will still love that caring heart of yours.” (My darling)
Leaning down to my chest, he kisses just between my breast so gently, like if he didn’t my heart would break.
“je t'aime aussi Charles.” (I love you too Charles) Finally with a genuine smile on my face I rest my head back comfortably into the cushions.
“Now let me show you how much I love you.” Biting down on the middle of my bra he pulled at it teasingly. Causing me to giggle.
“let me welcome you home mon beau garçon.” (My pretty boy)
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A/N: Okyyy it was very rushed but like I said I have a Charles x Fem!Reader series coming outttt and I wanna let you all have the first chalter as soon as possible!!!
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sunny44 · 8 months
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Me or him? Pt.2
Pairing: Pierre Gasly x best friend! Reader
Warning: nothing serious I guess.
Summary: After the fight with Pierre and the break-up with your boyfriend, you and Pierre end up in the same boat on an outing with friends but he was not alone.
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When the Hungarian Grand Prix weekend was over I was exhausted.
Pierre wasn't speaking to me, Jason and I had broken up and were now on summer break and I had never had such a lonely vacation as this.
After the fight with Pierre I thought it would be as silly as the others that we would talk as usual after we had calmed down but apparently for him that wasn't going to happen.
I tried to talk to him and apologize for being so insensitive about his feelings for me and that I shouldn't have blamed him for Jason's craziness.
But when I went to him all he did was ignore me and he is doing that to this day. I hadn't even been able to tell him that Jason and I were no longer together and that he could be happy that he didn't have to see his face anymore.
Before the fight we had arranged with Charles and Max to all go out together on Charles's boat and that was what we would do today.
I had packed up my things and was now in the harbor and soon saw Charles from a distance talking to Pierre who as soon as he saw me I could see the displeasure on his face.
"Hi boys."
"What's up y/n." Charles says excitedly hugging me and Pierre just gets into the boat. "Are you guys still fighting?"
"Apparently."
"He'll get over soon, he's just angry.
"I know but I hate being in bad terms with him."
"I know but he'll get over it you'll see." We confide in each other for a while until Max shows up next and minutes later Pierre comes out of the boat all excited and walks straight past us to a girl who was standing there.
I didn't know her which was strange since we had the same friends but when Pierre kissed her I understood that she wasn't just a friend.
That made my eyes roll back because this was classic of him, one week he would say that he was in love and the next week he would show up with a completely different girl.
And this only made me angrier because I spent days blaming myself for having said those things to him when in fact they were just more empty words.
"Well folks this is Scarlett. This is Charles, Max and y/n."
"It's a pleasure to meet you all." She smiles kindly and shakes everyone's hand. "I've heard a lot of things about you."
"Oh I hope good things." I answer that not to say I had never even heard of her.
"Don't worry, they were good things." I smiled at her and turned my back on them heading toward the boat.
Honestly, he managed to end my day in less than five minutes.
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Scarlett laughed out loud at anything Pierre said and honestly I think she was only pretending because Pierre was many things but funny was not one of them.
Yes he was spontaneously funny but not that funny for her to laugh so hard.
“Are you ok?" I get scared by the voice. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's okay, I was just distracted." Max smiles and sits down next to me.
"You don't like her?" I looked at her and him again.
"I have no reason not to like her, I met her today and she was very kind."
"Then why aren't you talking to each other?"
"We fought over some things."
"Over your boyfriend?"
"Ex-boyfriend." When I say that I could notice Pierre's surprised face and that's where I realized that he was listening.
"I didn't know you guys had broken up."
"We brake up in the Hungary race, because of Pierre."
"Did he do something?"
"In parts yes but that's not why we broke up." Max was silent waiting for me to continue explaining. "Jason always had this crazy idea that Pierre was in love with me and every time he could bring it up he did and that was the cause for a fight between us and in Hungary Pierre confessed that he was really in love with me and when I told Jason he thought that would be a reason for me and Pierre not to be friends anymore so he made me choose between the two of them. And I chose Pierre."
"Wow. But I still don't understand why you’re fighting."
"I said some things that I regretted up until the moment he showed up with her here. I thought it was wrong of me not to validate his feelings for me but really he just did what he always does, says he's in love with a girl one day and then shows up with another one a day after. So now I'm mad at him too."
"I get it, but he really is in love with you and that's nothing new."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because one time he almost hit me because I said I wanted to ask you out."
"Well but that doesn't matter if he's with her." Max just agreed. "And just for you to know I had the biggest crush on you when we were younger so I probably would have accepted if you had asked me out."
"I missed my chance." He says and I laugh bringing the attention of the others to us.
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Max and I stayed a long time talking until the others joined us.
Now I was walking home happy for the first fun day I had so far on this vacation. I left my slippers by the door and put my backpack on the couch and as I was going to my room to take a shower the doorbell of my apartment rang and when I opened the door I saw Pierre standing there.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk."
"So now you want to talk? Really?"
"Yes."
"Well it's a shame you came all this way for nothing because I don't want to talk to you." I went to close the door but he held it and came in. "What part of I don't want to talk to you don't you understand?"
"Please just listen to me okay?"
"No I don't want to listen to you because when I wanted you to listen you ignored me."
"I love you okay?" He says making me stay silent. "I've always loved you and when you started dating Jason I hated it, I hated that it wasn't me in his place and I think that's when he realized that I was in love with you. And I thought it wouldn't last so I accepted it without saying anything because I thought that as soon as he broke up with you that would be my chance. But that didn't happen and I've been blaming myself all these years for not saying anything sooner."
"Pierre..."
"And then you said that in Hungary and I couldn't hold back and said I was in love with you but I didn't think you would react that way so I got angry."
"React in what way?" I asked him.
"That the idea that I like you is so disgusting that you blame me for you two fighting." I looked down at the floor in shame. "And then I took Scarlett today because I knew you'd be there and I wanted to act like I was over you but then I heard you tell Max that you weren't dating anymore and that's when I decided I wouldn't make the same mistake I made years ago. Even though you don't want anything to do with me now I had to do it or I would regret not doing it..."
I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him, he immediately stopped talking and when he realized it was really happening his hands went to my waist pulling me closer and his tongue slid across my mouth.
I actually don’t know why I kiss him, I had never felt anything for him or at least I didn't think so.
But now that I’m here kissing him I wonder why it took me so long to do this and why I wasted years of my life with Jason when I actually had a guy who loved me right in front of me.
"You talk too much." I said as soon as we stopped kissing.
"If you're going to interrupt me like this all the time I'm sure I'll talk more often." I started to laugh at him, who gave me a quick kiss. "So what do we do now?"
"Well I'm going to take a shower while you order a pizza and we'll watch a random movie. We don't need to deal with any of that right now, we have time."
"Sounds perfect to me."
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oyesmendes · 1 year
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heartbreak anniversary
a/n: just saying, i may break your heart... and this has barely anything to do with the song...
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pierre is laying flat on his back, eyes tracing the wallpaper lined on the ceiling. he never thought wallpapers should be put up there, but that wasn't what you thought. the intricate details of the slightly reflective material curving the white background reminded him of stars in the sky, the shining light in darkness. he remembers the exact day you picked this out, lugging the entire roll through the front door.
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"mon amour, what are you doing?" pierre asked worriedly, helping you to pull the roll through the door.
"wallpaper! thought it'd look good on the ceiling." your forehead was covered in sweat, but you still grinned at him lovingly.
"wallpaper on the ceiling? what for? our walls are painted just fine."
"oh just wait till i stick it up there."
"careful, mon ange." he warns.
you look down at him smiling, "i'll be okay, pierre."
the door bell rings, and that's pierre's cue to snap back to reality. he trudged to the front door, opening it to reveal charles, holding a case of beers and takeout.
"i'm really not in the mood, charles." pierre tells him as he walks straight into the house.
charles chucks the beer in the fridge, "well, i honestly couldn't care. you need to get out of this foul mood you've been in for the last month."
"i broke up with her, don't expect me to be popping champagne." pierre mumbles.
"yeah, you made a mistake. mourn, then get over it."
mistake. yeah, he made a grave mistake. pierre plops himself on the couch while charles pulls out plates for the both of them, piling each one with food. he hands one of them to pierre - chinese takeout from your favourite restaurant. but he couldn't blame charles, the boy wouldn't have known a mere chao mien could bring up unwanted memories.
charles takes a seat next to him, "she's in milan, yknow. walking for dior and versace next week."
pierre nearly drops his chopsticks, but he turns to look at charles.
"how did you know?" his friend looks at him sympathetically, but turns back to his plate.
"i had dinner with her and charlotte a couple of days ago. she was in monaco."
pierre doesn't respond, a silence falling between them. he thinks to the time they went on double dates, travelling the world together, doing the things they loved. they made a great friend group, if only he didn't fuck up.
"she's doing okay, pierre." charles finally says. pierre hums in response.
"you fucked up, but she's doing okay. she's moving on, maybe you should too."
fucked up. that was the understatement of the year. he more than royally fucked up, pierre knew he broke the one good thing he had going on in his life just because of a bad night.
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"i can't believe you, pierre gasly. i can't fucking believe you." you pace the walls of the room, anger boiling in your chest.
"we had one bad argument, then you get on the plane without me - fly home and find some chick?!" you shouted, almost screamed at him. pierre sat on the couch with his head in his hands. he hasn't seen you this angry in the two years he's known you.
"i'm sorry, mon ange. i'm sorry, i'm so sorry." he shakes his head, repeating the words over and over again.
"what were you thinking? do you still want to do this?" your voice cracks, and god knows you're trying so hard not to cry. pierre's head shoots up at your words, and he grabs your wrist.
"don't leave, mon amour. i still want us, i still want you."
you pull away from him, crossing your arms in front of you, "i don't think you do, pierre."
"i do, i really do." the pain in his voice was unbearable to you, and the tears started to fall.
"then why did you do that, why did you even bring her to see your mom? how could you do such a thing?"
"i-i didn't, you have to trust me on this, mon ange. we were at a cafe, and saw my mom- and i- we-" pierre had tears in his eyes, he was choking on every emotion he was feeling in his body. he wanted to scream at those damned paparazzi, following his every move; if the pictures didn't leak, maybe none of this would've happened.
"i don't know if i can trust you anymore." although it was sort of a relief, hearing that he didn't exactly mean for his mother to see that woman, you still felt so stuck, so in pain that the one person you trusted with your whole life had betrayed you, just like that.
"please, mon ange." he begged.
"i''m sorry, pierre."
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"it's our third anniversary tomorrow." pierre finally says.
charles looks at pierre, and he can't quite decipher his emotions - was it sadness, pain or anger? he squeezes his best friend's shoulder, "it'll be okay, you will get through this."
will he though? no one actually knew. not pierre, not charles, not even the gods above. charles gathers both their plates - his empty, pierre's barely touched, and puts them in the dishwasher. he contemplates getting a beer for both of them, but decides against it as he watches his best friend stare into empty space.
charles sighs, "i'm gonna let you have the space. i'll see you next week, pierre."
"thank you for dinner." was all that pierre managed to say. his friend smiles at him, "it's the least i could do."
midnight strikes and pierre is still laying on the couch, tear stains on his cheeks, and his ragged breathing returning to normal. he picks up his phone to check the time, and the dreadful notification is on the top of his screen.
💕third anniversary!!💕
he doesn't know why he needed to set up a god damn calendar notification, because everyone knew that was the one day in the year no one could touch. he almost throws his phone to the ground in anger but he stops himself, unlocking the screen and going straight to your name. your contact was saved with a picture of you in his helmet at the very first race you were invited to, your eyes were glistening with joy. it was one of his favourite pictures, though he could barely see your face, he could feel the happiness even through the screen. he taps on the keypad carefully, making sure there were no typos, no mistakes.
joyeux troisième anniversaire, mon amour. tu me manque.
happy third anniversary, my love. i miss you. hit send. the deed was done. he couldn't turn back now. the screen dims for a moment, then lights up, three hopeful dots changes the mood in the room immediately. he watches the text bubble move, then disappear; move, then disappear.
it takes an hour, whole sixty minutes before his phone vibrates again. immediately pierre grabs his phone, fumbling with the screen to get to your message. it's only one sentence, but he didn't expect it to break his heart all over again.
j'espère que tu vas bien Pierre
i hope you are doing well, pierre. nothing more, nothing less. and it hurts. like a knife to his chest, it hurts like hell. pierre pushes his phone onto the coffee table, dragging his body through the house and into the room. he practically throws himself on to his unmade bed, burying his head in his pillow.
he was defeated, and he felt in his heart that this was the end. there was no return for you and him. this was goodbye, he thought to himself. this was the sign he needed to move on.
but the phone buzzes once more.
tu me manques aussi
i miss you too.
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little-racing-driver · 5 months
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Hi! I really enjoy your takes so I’m gathering enough courage to ask this: do you really think (fun and shipping goggles aside) that Lestappen would be great teammates? As much as I’m here for the fun I can’t help but be scared of an outcome like this. No hate though, but we know Red Bull Racing ain’t a saint either…
Hello! Thank you so much for putting trust in my judgement! Which shouldn’t be too decisive or standard for you, but I’m going to try to be as rational and as unbiased as possible.
For the record, I don’t really ship Lestappen romantically – as I’ve talked about this before in previous meta posts, I’m mainly interested in the dynamic they’ve created inside the walls of this big racing industry. If they are good friends outside racing that’s great, but I don’t really follow what they do off track. I feel like it’s something I’m not privy to – after all, they are not working there so that makes them just a bunch of filthy rich guys who I don’t really have much in common with. But the way they tackle racing and this institution? Now that’s something that fascinates me a bit too much for what would be considered healthy haha.
Allllrighty, let’s dive in, and start with a sort of confession: I’m sharing your concerns. But let’s start further back and make this a more well-rounded post, shall we?
So, the 2023 season is turning out to be an absolute disaster for Charles Leclerc, with talks arising about him joining another team that would respect him more and hone his talents better. Red Bull Racing has been exceptional throughout the year, very consistent, very strong in pace and at the strategy department, car a rocketship and reliable as hell. And this is exactly what we wish for Charles as well. A well-organised team and a car that is not dying under him every two weeks. Since Charles and Max are seemingly becoming closer friends, it’s awakened the RBR Lestappen agenda – which I’ve also been fueling as a form of coping mechanism. A terrible race for Charles? Let’s imagine he’s finally cutting ties with this disasterclass and joins a more recent team (performance wise, at least).
In theory? It sounds absolutely lovely. The RB team seems to have a soft spot for Charles, Max thinks really highly of him, their driving styles are similar which would be great convenience, and we are also shamelessly hoping he’d stick the middle finger at the team ruining his childhood dream by joining the main rival. Childhood rivalry cumulating in this moment, them fighting wheel-to-wheel, them participating in lots of fun challenges for PR, we could see so much more of their famous “Maxplaining and Leclerifying” sessions everyone (not just shippers) enjoys to no end. It would bring the sport back to its glory days again. Two strong competitors going at it week after week, spoiling us with glorious battles on track and fruity champagne showers on the podium. As teammates they would be able to share so much more with each other regarding stategy and tyre management and issues, so that would surely unlock a new level of race-talk between them. Their conversations already seem endless at times, imagine what it would mean if they actually allowed to talk more in-depth. A delight, innit? And believing in this agenda isn’t as delusional as it might seem, considering we’ve witnessed some interesting PR moves that definitely gives room to suspicion.
But reality is NEVER that simple. The idea of Lestappen becoming team mates is inherently romanticised due to the pair’s shared history and the narrative that is being written.
There are many variables existing, so there’s a chance it might actually work put! Knowing how RBR’s PR works, stealing Ferrari’s golden boy and treating him much better than his dream team is a narrative they’d milk FOR SURE. Them appearing as saviours, the good side in the good-bad dichotomy is something they’d capitalise on in a heartbeat. But there are so many other factors we can only get a glimpse at.
Ever since Max’s arrival, every single second driver has been wilting away next to him. Max’s had one too many team mates, Checo lasting the longest. Yes, he’s putting on some terrible(??) performance lately, but people seem to forget that Checo started this year pretty strong! He has wins and podiums and is still second(!!) in the WDC. Where has his perfomance gone? I know Max is an exceptional driver, but how come no one seems to be able to keep up with him? Yes, Charles would definitely be able to challenge him and take the fight to him, but would it still be the case if they were wearing the same colour? The team is built around Max, after all. And what if Charles actually proved everyone wrong and started beating Max? What would happen then?
Yes, we all know Red Bull wants to outperform Mercedes every chance they get. We witnessed how two number one drivers fell away in their championship battle.
There’s a chance though, that Lestappen might survive such a close battle, there’s always a chance for it to be something different other than total disaster. The game pieces are different after all, considering the narrative RB would try to capitalise on, and let’s not forget Charles’ immense influence. he’s becoming big with brand deals and he has a follower base scond largest after Lewis’. He has assets, he wouldn’t just conform to circumstances harmful for his performance and image. And what about Max? How would he react? He’s expressed this idea that he’d be alright with two number one drivers, but it’s one thing to talk and another to actually experience it. Charles is a force to be reckoned with and they all need to adapt.
Yes, you could argue that he was so happy for Charles’ win back in Austria 2022, but the circumstances were different then. Max was leading the championship and it was a rarity to witness Charles on the top step of the podium (compared to Max at least). I might be underestimating them, since they are known to enjoy battling each other, and their dynamic is so strong, but at the same time we are also underestimating the cruelty of this sport (and Red Bull!!).
So would it be possible to have to number one drivers and make it healthy and functioning in a team that has Max as its centre of gravity? If I remember correctly, the FIA has encouraged this formula for the sake of entertainment and engagement, and since the views keep the sport alive and thirving, teams are often forced to bend the knee and pull off stunts like this in order to fuel engagement. Even if it goes against the inner mechanisms and hierarchy and system of rules. (I mean, why do we have sprint weekends? Yeah, you guessed it. Spectacle.) But would it really work out without damage to both the team and its drivers?
Lestappen as teammates work so spectacularly in theory, but we should also thread carefully because things are rarely as smooth as the surface of unused tyres. But if there’s one duo that could make it work, I’d like to believe it is them. But I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Our concerns might be for nothing because we can always be left high and dry, but what’s this sudden Lestappen obsession on main, then, right?
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One: Good Days And Bad
Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)
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Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?
A/N: And here it is the first part of of probably one of my favourite series I’ve written ❤️
Warnings: strong themes of memory issues throughout
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Staring across the bar, a heavy sigh escaped my lips as I tossed the damp rag into the stainless steel sink. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, no matter how hard I tried. In one of the booths sat the one person who meant the absolute world to me, the one person who never gave up on me when others had. The one person who was always in my corner fighting for me when I had lost all my strength. The one person who knew how to turn a shit day into something memorable. The one person I would do anything for, including giving my life if it came to that.
There were good days and bad, unfortunately today was one of the bad ones. We had to take each one as it came, but either way we made sure someone was always with him, that he was never left alone, especially on days like today.
Not that anyone could do anything about it– nothing would bring him back to the present. Once he slipped into his own world it was like his soul was being taken over. The vacant look on his face became permanent making him look older than he was. And unfortunately, there were only a handful of people who knew how to deal with these trances.
Between running the bar, the cafe, and tag teaming his care with Jax and Chibs, I didn’t have time to breathe let alone spend any time on myself. I always found myself checking the vacancy pages for any of the Formula One teams and every so often the position of social media manager or assistant came up. I knew Pops would have wanted me to apply but I could never bring myself to press the apply button.
No matter how bad the situation got I would always put my family first.
Finally I dropped my gaze to my phone, tapping the button on the side, causing the screen to light up. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips at the cheesy grin of my niece staring back at me. The sight of her wearing my Ferrari hoodie always made me chuckle, the damn thing buried her but she didn’t care, all she wanted was she had her Auntie’s hoodie on.
Shaking the memory away, I rolled my eyes realizing that once again the boys were late. I should have known they would be, time keeping wasn’t their strong point. Locking my phone, I slipped it into the back pocket of my jeans before pouring a fresh mug of coffee, making my way around the bar. Within a few short strides I found myself at his corner booth.
“Here you go, Pops,” I hummed, placing the mug on the table in front of him. “Chibs will be here soon okay.”
“When’s the race on?” he grunted, pointing at the tv that was positioned over the bar. “Isn’t it Monza this week?”
Reaching out I took his hand in mine, somedays all I wanted to do was cry when he was like this but, by now, I had become a pro at hiding my emotions around everyone, especially him.
“Pops, it’s summer break, remember?” I whispered. “There aren't any races until the end of August.”
“No, no, no, no,” he exclaimed, snatching his hand away from mine. His gaze was on me but it felt like he was staring right through me. “You have it all wrong.” His voice was clipped in anger, but I knew it came from a place of fear and frustration rather than real animosity. It was easier for him to believe that we were wrong than to accept what was happening.
Taking a deep breath, I mentally counted to ten in my head remembering that this wasn’t his fault, this was just a bad day. I knew it was better to just agree with him rather than try to argue, but it didn’t always stop me from trying to get him that nudge back into the present. I needed to think on my feet, pulling my phone out of my pocket pretending to check on the race schedule when I was actually on Instagram, liking one of Charles Leclerc’s recent posts.
“Okay Pops, I’ve just checked and the race is going to start soon.” I whispered, leaning forward pressing a kiss against his cheek. Pushing myself from the booth I swiped the remote from the bar. I didn’t need to ask which year of Monza he was talking about.
It was always 2019, at this point I could recite the commentary word for word from how many times this had happened. Luckily for me, it was a race I was happy to watch over and over again being a Ferrari and Charles Leclerc fan.
It didn’t take long to get everything set up, so I could make a start on the list of stuff that needed to be ordered. Although it was the end of July and peak time for our summer rush, due to the recent bad weather we had been having, the town was quiet. People didn’t want to venture out to a small town in the middle of nowhere when the storm hit, normally it was around the start of September which was perfect because the summer tourists had ventured back home but this year it was like the world was against us, as the storms graced us with their presence at the start of July meaning our regular summer visitors decided to stay away.
I had a love-hate relationship with storm season. There was something calming about watching the sky light up as the rain thrashed down. Many times I would grab a blanket and a fresh mug of coffee, setting up camp on the sofa located on our porch, with the canopy providing the much needed shelter from the heavy rain. But recently, I began to hate the change in weather, realizing they had become one of the triggers for Pops. We couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason for his mental decline, but we assumed it had something to do when he was in Vietnam.
Summer tourists always kept me running, but now with Pops, it was even more hectic. Jax tried his best, but once he became a single father, his priorities shifted, his mini-me becoming the center of his world. I know it weighed on him, not being able to help as much, but I refused to let him feel guilty for being a good father, so instead of complaining, I worked harder, slept less, and caffeinated more.
Glancing from the TV, I spotted Jax and Chibs strolling into the bar. The first thing I noticed was Jax wasn’t wearing his kutte, it was quite rare he didn’t have the leather hanging from his shoulders but he always made a point of keeping the days we spent together just about us, not about the club or the business. Chibs on the other hand never took it off, I swore he slept in the damn thing.
the moment I raised my brow at them their smirks fell from their faces, instantly being replaced by a guilty look. “What time do you call this, aye?” I hummed, folding my arms across my chest.
“Sorry lass, we got held up at the garage.” Chibs nodded, flashing me an apologetic smile, rushing across the room joining me from behind the bar. “How’s JT been this morning?” he asked, quickly changing the subject, not wanting to receive a bollocking.
“Vacant, but not as bad as last night.” I sighed, resting my head against Chibs’ shoulder, letting the smell of leather and tobacco wash over me. “He keeps thinking it’s race week so the next month is going to be tough.”
“We will just keep putting old races on,” Chibs hummed, pressing a kiss against the top of my head. We quickly found that putting races on was the best way to calm him down when he was getting worked up, something about watching the cars making laps around the track helped him gather his thoughts.
“Yeah, all the ones where Leclerc loses or DNFs.” Jax teased, causing me to flip him the bird. “Anyway, you good to go?”
“The bikes ready?”
“On the flat bed so get your ass moving, because lord knows you need a break more than any of us.” Jax smiled softly, I could see the guilt shining bright in his icy blue eyes. “You know how much we appreciate everything you do for this family.”
To the world, Jackson Teller was an arrogant asshole, the President of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle club here in Charming, who had no heart and showed no mercy. Although, there was some truth in what people saw, to me he was my older brother, best friend, and confidant all rolled into one. I knew he felt guilty about not being able to look after Pops as much but I never held that against him. I knew that his daughter, Elenor, was his top priority. She had the face of an angel but we all suspected she was the devil in disguise. There was no hiding who her father was - she was a Teller through and through.
His words caused a lump to form in the back of my throat, replacing the one I had finally swallowed down about Pops having a bad day. “Nope, ain't happening, not today,” I said sternly, jumping over the bar, pressing my palm against his chest. “We aren’t going down that path today, okay? You know I’d do anything for this family. You guys saved me so it’s only fair I return the favor,” I whispered the last part, feeling his large hand wrap around mine. “Now come on, there is a bike and a muddy track that is calling our names.”
Pushing myself away from him I made my way around the room, once I had reached Pops I leant down pressing a kiss against his cheek. For a moment he broke his gaze from the TV flashing me a soft smile before squeezing my hand.
“You let me know who wins okay?” I hummed, as he turned back to watching the race. Of course, I knew who won the race but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was how excited he would be to talk about it with me when I got back. “Love you Pops.”
Feeling Jax wrap his arm around my shoulders told me it was time to go. Flashing him a soft smile I let him guide me out of the bar and to the truck.
The moment I saw our dirt bikes secured on the flat bed I couldn’t help but smile. This was something we planned once a month, no matter what was going on in our life, we always made time for this.
Not only was it a way to make sure we spent time together outside of the bar, but it was also an escape from reality. There was something about tearing around the dirt track, getting covered head to toe in mud that really cleansed the soul.
Taking a deep breath I wrapped my fingers around the door handle, rolling my eyes when I realized Jax still hadn’t fixed the damn thing. I swore this truck was one strong wind of becoming a pile of metal in the corner of the yard at the garage.
It had been in the family for years, all the paint was peeling, the arches were rusted out, the roof leaked when it rained and there was always a plank of wood strapped to the bed of the truck ready to load the bikes.
“We own a garage and you haven’t sorted this yet!” I scolded with a playful smirk on my face as I yanked the door open. I knew why this truck hadn’t been restored, every dent and scratch held memories for both of us. My fondest memory was the dent the shape of Jax’s head from when we had one of our rare fights and I slammed him into the truck.
“I will get round to it,” he chuckled, running around the front of the truck. “Now get your ass in, we haven’t got all day.”
Rolling my eyes at my brother, I pulled myself into the truck, slamming the door behind me. Without asking I reached over and grabbed the crumpled pack of smokes from the dashboard.
“That's it, just steal my smokes,” Jax laughed, raising his brow as he slammed the truck into reverse.
“Want one?” I hummed, holding the cigarette between my teeth.
“What, of my own smokes? Of course, I want one, dipshit.” He huffed, snatching the pack from my lap.
A silence washed over the two of us as Jax sped through the streets of our hometown, filling our lungs with nicotine. Even with my rare time off, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander back to Pops. No matter what I was doing I always found myself worrying about him, even though I knew he was in good hands.
“Stop it,” Jax said softly.
“You know I hate when you do that,” I huffed, resting my head against the window. “But I can’t help it. I worry.”
“I know,” he sighed, running his fingers through his messy hair. “I worry as well but you know he’d hate it if we put our life on hold because of him.”
He was right, but it was exactly what I was doing. When we found out he was suffering with his memory, I abandoned my dreams to do what I could to help the man that I called my father, the man that raised me as his when both my parents decided that drugs were more important to them than their own flesh and blood. So, instead of pursuing my dream of working on the formula one circuit, I took over the bar and cafe without batting an eye.
Before I could manage a reply, I felt myself being tossed around in the seat. If it wasn’t for the seat belt I would have probably been through the window.
“Now we are talking.” I grinned, slapping my palms against my thighs as I focused on the muddy track that laid before us. “The only good thing about weeks of rain.”
Jax didn’t need telling twice as he practically threw himself out of the truck and, from the sounds of it, was already working on the ratchet straps that secured the bikes. Following suit I joined him as he jumped onto the bed of the truck.
We had plenty of practice getting the bikes down so it didn’t take us long before we were pulling on our protective gear. Once I was straddling the bike I instantly felt at home, the grin on my face was wide as I wrapped my fingers around the throttle.
“You know having the number 16 on your bike doesn’t make it any faster.” Jax teased, passing me my helmet. “You aren’t Charles Leclerc.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I scoffed, pulling the lid on my head, flipping the visor up before speaking again. “Just because my bike is better than yours.”
“Squirt, we have the same bike.”
“Yet I’m still faster than you,” I said smugly. “Now, are we riding or chit chatting?” I hummed, slamming my visor down leaving Jax in a spray of mud.
“I’m gonna kill you for that.” His pissed off tone echoed through my helmet through the ear pieces we had installed.
“You have to catch me first, asshole,” I giggled, opening up the throttle, racing up to the tree line.
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theemporium · 5 months
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alright og angst anon is back because what the fuck lestappen angst anon that hurt... so i'm gonna make it hurt more
...cheaters suck but we gotta go there
max and charles finally got their shit together and started dating but there's only one problem... they're a bit too in love while still racing in places that are very bad for queer people so while trying to come up with a solution charles jokingly suggested getting beards or at least one of them
soon after max "askes you out" and you become a happy couple
but if lestappen had one big problem you have several massive ones because somewhere along the way max had forgotten to mention that your relationship was supposed to be fake, as far as you know this sweet hot successful guy asked you out and you're dating and in love
sure he spends a lot of time with his best friend charles but charles is always so kind to you and you don't mind him tagging along to dates because he seems a little lonely and something about him just makes you want to take care of him
charles is just happy that max found such a good fake girlfriend, you're fun to be around and don't fuss about them spending time together and even go with them to places so that when pictures come out it just looks like charles is the one third wheeling and not you, maybe he suggest bringing you along a little more than necessary but he likes having you around
now max is just facing a moral dilemma on a different scale because either he forgot to tell you it's fake or he deliberately lied to you to make you think you're dating, either way because you're spending so much time together he slowly starts developing feelings for you which just send him in a spiral because he loves charles more than anything but he's also crushing on you and kinda dating you?
charles is just freaking out because how is he developing feelings for his boyfriend's fake girlfriend?
and you're a mess because you catch yourself thinking about your wonderful boyfriend's best friend more and more and just feel like the worst person alive
maybe charles confesses to max because he just can't handle it and while you don't overhear max telling charles that he feels the same way about you, you definitely hear him telling charles how your entire relationship had been fake and he never felt the way about you that you did for him
you rush out of his apartment, just leaving your things there and fuck why do you even have things at his place why has he been asking you to spend the night spend weeks there if he never liked you, and just rush straight home
how long would it take the boys to notice you disappeared? how long until they found you again when max doesn't even know your address and you won't answer their calls?
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oh wow😭😭😭😭
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Klein Bar, Windenburg
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Margaret: *A voice in the other room* Laurel! Can I borrow your blue dress for tonight? The one I wanted to wear has a tear in the hem I've just noticed!
Laurel - Yes of course! *on the phone* No, not you. Are you sure he will be there?...... Okay see you soon.
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Laurel - I’m Laurel, the daughter of -
Bouncer - Move along
Laurel - I'm not going to do that, and instead I'm going to do you a favour. Because I'm nice like that. You see the Princess over there? Yes? Well she's my best friend. You can look it up. And I’ve brought her here to this club, to your VIP lounge because I know that she would enjoy it. Which brings all sorts of publicity and a certain sort of clientele right to your door for weeks to come. I know that your bosses know the benefit of this particular type of client.
Bouncer - Right this way Your Royal Highness
Laurel - That's what I thought.
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Margaret - Oh no
Laurel - What??
Margaret - Ugh my brother is over there at that private booth.
Laurel - So?
Margaret - I'm here to have fun - not get a lecture.
Laurel - You don’t want to go and say hello? It will look bad if you don’t
Margaret - What! No! I - wait, I see Robert. Fine, let's go over. But I'm only going to talk to Robert.
Laurel - Why hello boys
Robert - Margaret! You're alive - you weren't at family dinner 
Charles - Clearly, she had better things to do. What is this - the fourth night in a row?
Margaret - *to Robert* I'm going to ignore him right now because I don’t want to be thrown out of this club
Robert - Can I talk to you over here for a moment?
Robert - I'm not saying anything at all okay? But Mum was worried when you didn’t even let them know you weren’t coming. 
Margaret - Whatever, I had plans
Robert - With Laurel? You seem to spend every waking moment with her
Margaret - So? I can have fun with her! And not be reminded of the past
-back at the table-
Charles - I’m Charles by the way
Laurel - Lovely to meet you again Your Royal Highness
Charles - We’ve met before? I would have thought I would remember someone with a face like yours
Arthur - Maybe you would if you were looking at her face
Charles - My sincere apologies, I can’t believe I have forgotten such a close friend of my dear sister
Margaret - *returns to the table* Laurel, let's go and leave these boys to their fun. We have our own to get on with
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ladysomething · 13 days
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Oh my goodness thank you so much for such a detailed answer and for entertaining my long, rambling mess of an ask. I appreciate you and I LOVE learning more about your writing process. It’s so interesting to me and it makes me appreciate the fic even more knowing how much work and care you and SaiyanWitcher put into every chapter. I will ask again at the end of WYGIG to find out what foreshadowing moments you loved the most, I promise! And in the meantime I am so excited to see what things I’m right about and what things are gonna surprise me! (Also I think I’m already wrong about the Kelly thing because I forgot in ch2 that Charles said she didn’t have a mating bite, so my new prediction is that Max was helping Kelly escape from a bad situation and that Max’s mum was the one he saw go through mate withdrawal, but don’t tell me if I’m right! I’m living for the suspense!!)
And tiny details like the vase thing are truly my favourite thing. Idk, they just are that special something that makes a fic go from amazing to like, god-tier for me. And now since you said you love when people pick up on tiny details, here’s some others I noticed that I loved, just in case me noticing them can also bring you some joy.
Before the auction, Mattia touches his own face when referring to Charles’ muzzle in ch1 and Max gestures at his face similarly in ch2 when trying to get permission from Charles to remove the muzzle (and then the contrast of Mattia’s cruelty and Max’s gentleness that follows those similar actions is !!!!! so good !!) 
I loved how in ch1 when Charles is trying to mentally block out the auction, he focuses on pretending he’s back in his childhood apartment since that was a safe place for him, and then that’s the same place his dreamworld is based on when we see it in ch3!
Charles self soothing by stroking his teddy in ch2 and by stroking the sheets in his nest the same way in ch4 broke my heart a lil.
And Charles described Max’s scent as most collecting on petals of daffodils and jasmine when Max was trying to calm him down in ch3 and then max describes Charles’ scent as strawberries and jasmine in ch4. Love the subtle overlap, those boys are meant to be (even if it’s a Rough Start)!!!
This ask is now longer than my first outrageously long ask, I am so so sorry. And I don’t even have a question so def don’t feel obligated to reply to this one LOL. But I have so much love for your writing and so appreciate your willingness to answer my (and everyone else’s) questions about your writing and this story!!
anon, I need you to understand that I've had a really difficult week writing WYGIG. I know exactly what has to to happen, and I'm so excited for the next chapter, and yet I am struggling to get words down on the paper.
Your previous ask, and now this one, are so immeasurably delightful to me and they are the exact type of thing I needed to hear. I don't know if you'll ever be able to understand just how meaningful the things you've said are.
I honestly don't think I even have the words to thank you for your extremely kind and thoughtful asks, so instead I'm giving you what is an extremely meagre offering in return: a snippet from chapter 5.
It's below the cut, for anybody who doesn't want the spoilers.
“Is this your Dreyma Ver-öld?” 
Charles’ fingers slip on the keys, discordant noise filling the air. He whips around on the seat, horror filling him as he sees Max standing in the middle of the living room, dripping water everywhere and looking around curiously. 
“You,” Charles seethes. “What are you doing here?” 
But he already knows the answer, of course. Max claimed him, so just like every other part of his life, Max gets access to this, too. At least he seems to have woken up outside, where it’s still pouring rain. At least there are small justices. 
“Mine doesn’t look like this,” Max says, ignoring the question entirely. 
Charles wouldn’t have any idea what Max’s Dream World might look like. He’ll never get to see it, because to see it he’d have to claim Max back. No, instead, Charles is doomed to a life giving everything to Max and getting nothing in return. 
“Was this your home?” 
Charles grits his teeth and turns back around to his piano, stubbornly refusing to answer. 
“What was the shed outside?” Max asks a few moments later. “I tried to go in, but—” 
“You can’t go in there,” Charles snaps, shoulders hunched. He doesn’t care how confrontational he sounds—he’d rather die than let Max near the memories locked in that shed.
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(trying to choose between all of the fics we talked about hdjshd) the vampire geochalex au
YOU KNOW WHAT. I had thought about this fic the other day.
I kept plucking out ideas out of my brain while watching a speedpainting video of some gothic buildings and stuff. And it just became something so easy to think of. A nice house in the outskirts of a big city, chickens and pigs, some cows in the backyard, Alex tending patiently to the animals. (It's a common myth that vampires can't stand the light, they can if they just eat sufficiently well. Depleted vampires rot in the sun, well fed ones are thriving in society!). He's often more at home than George is, he had this dumb idea of working in Saville row, the late 1800s and George trying new things, what could go wrong!
It goes wrong. George is a man with a too open, albeit not beating heart, and he comes home everyday to tell Alex about the tall, handsome student that comes to the tailor every week. Sometimes he buys things, he is quite wealthy, but he's mostly lonely. "How can you tell?" Alex asks, running his fingers through George's hair. And George sighs, eyes lost somewhere in the distance. "He comes every week, he chats, he sits around, watches, sketches things. But he's always alone". And Alex... Alex starts to feel for this kid.
So when George opens his very own tailor shop, Alex tells him to invite this Charles kid to join them for the opening. Something private and overwhelmingly boring, with a glass of champagne each and some pastries on a silver tray, borrowed from an old friend in the Mediterranean. And Alex... Alex can see why George is weak at the knees for him, because Charles is stunning, his eyes are so rare in their shade, and his smile is dimpled and lovely. And Alex wonders then, how long until they start missing him? The trouble of being immortal is that you eventually lose everyone you love. Which is why he and George work, they are doomed to be eternal, they may as well love eternity as one.
One day George tells him he's worried, he hasn't seen Charles in a while. Alex shrugs it off, the kid must be busy, isn't he a student? Oxford is quite demmanding, so they say. Alex can't fathom a reason why a handsome boy like Charles would stick around them for long enough to consider ever bringing him in on the secret of their real nature.
Then days go by and he asks George about Charles. George says he went to see him, he's ill, bedridden. Alex's heart shrinks. Oh, oh no. But George, oh foolish George, brings the unthinkable to the table.
"We could save him." "No we couldn't," Alex bites back and the topic gets closed as he walks out to tend to the chickens. If he feels bad about it, he doesn't let the grey sky know.
A week or something like that after that little discussion. Alex wakes up to hearing strange noises in their attic. He makes it up there slowly, soft footsteps as he pads through the empty house, floorboards creaking. Then he lights his gas lamp and he finds the gruesome scene. George, a ritual half started and oh, bugger, poor little Charles, so pale and so thin he's almost a skeleton with a skin wrap. He would scream at George, in fact he should, but there is blood in George's lips, eyes shot wide open, mouth hanging agape, and he knows that if he doesn't finish the ritual, Charles' soul will be trapped in limbo and that is worse than torture.
There is a new vampire working in the little tailor shop at the very end of Saville row. He's a bit averse to the sun, looks at people with wild eyes, like he's learning to be a human again. The tailor, a tall man called George, tells him to behave and bring the nice gentleman a good top hat, grey and fitting. Charles, Nico learns his name is and leans in to ask the lovely George if he's been turned before the end of last month?
"A bit unstable, eh?" He says, before taking his hat, leaving the money and watching George stammer a reply he doesn't get to finish, the door closing being Nico like a curtain.
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folkloresthings · 8 months
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BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY / CL16.
in which the world’s favourite pop princess becomes tangled in the life of a certain formula one driver, flipping her entire world upside down.
( charles leclerc x singer!au )
track one: lonesome. track two: fast times. track three: nonsense. track four: opposite. track five: how many things. track six: bad for business.
✩⡱ warnings: i don’t think so
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user they seem so happy awh
⤷ user she’s probably just using him as a rebound on her ex, he deserves better
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⤷ charles_leclerc honey, you do that yourself
user he called her honey im—
carlossainz55 bring her to the paddock this weekend!!
⤷ yourusername already coming! can’t wait to see my favourite ferrari boy 😩
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the last comment makes you smile, one last look to the picture of charles on the screen (one you had taken) before you lock your phone, tucking it into the bag on your shoulder. it had been a magical few weeks — that time in a relationship that felt like you were floating, on top of the world. despite all of the comments online, criticism of die hard formula one fans, nothing could touch the pair of you. charles leclerc had swept you off of your feet, and there was nothing you could have done to stop it.
there was a party being thrown that night, one for all of the drivers, a small opportunity to relax after weeks and weeks of racing. lewis had sent you the location, some big nightclub in barcelona that the fia had rented out. full of celebrities, some you knew, some you didn’t. but you knew the drivers, at least.
“y/n!” lando slurs out, stumbling into your view as soon as you’d stepped inside the loud, dark room. the music was pumping, vibrating through your entire body and shaking your chest. you grinned at the young english driver’s evident drunkenness, many drinks ahead of you. “so glad you made it!”
“hi, lando,” you chuckle, patting his damp shoulder. he takes your hand, murmuring something about how nice your dress looked, before dragging you to the area that the driver’s had made themselves comfortable. each and every one of them greeted you kindly, hugging you and kissing your cheek. lewis slung an arm across your shoulder, pulling you into a photo without warning.
“hey! she was my best friend before she was charles’ girlfriend — back off.”
a smile tugs at your lips, fondly leaning into lewis’ grip. as they continue drinking, you make yourself comfortable with the other girlfriends, each of who had taken you under their wing.
“hey, have you seen charles?” you lean across to talk right in lily’s ear, the only way she’d have heard you. her eyes dart around, trying to place the monegasque boy amongst the crowds. she shakes her head, mirroring your previous position.
“last i saw him, he was going to get drinks.”
you send her a grateful smile, getting up to look over to where the bar was. you wanted to see him, desperately. to kiss him again, to have him hold you too close as you dance. as much as you loved lewis and the others, charles was the reason you were here.
excitement danced in your eyes, lovesick as you searched for the boy you’d committed to memory. you find him, right at the side of the bar, waiting for a drink. you push past someone to get closer, widening your view of him. your view of him and another: a brunette girl. she’s got her hand in his hair, her lips dancing near his ear. he laughs at whatever she says, handing her a glass of something.
your heart drops. right from your chest to the floor below you, and even though you haven’t had a drop to drink you swear you could throw up right there. he knew you were coming, didn’t he? either way, he didn’t seem to care. preoccupied with another, too cosy and too close, you want to laugh. how could you have been so stupid?
after minutes of being frozen to the same spot, shaken awake by the salt water that drips down your cheeks. fight or flight kicks in, six inch heels wobbling as you hurry backwards, pushing through everyone once again. tunnel vision to the exit, shoulder crashing roughly with another. a hard grip turns you to look at them, the silhouette of lewis blurred from your teary eyes.
“y/n, what—”
“i have to go. i’m sorry.”
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gerec · 1 year
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Hello! Could you please rec the cherik funniest stories for me? I desperately need a laugh.
Thank you!
And because I don't want to just post angst recs, here's a very long list of my favorite cracky/humorous fics! Enjoy!!!
Protect, Serve, Troll by keire_ke
Erik's fire department has a special relationship with the local university. They visit often. Sometimes, there even is a fire.
Erik Lehnsherr's Guide to Parenting by keire_ke
Alex disapproves of school car washes, despite the abundance of wet bikinis on pretty girls. Erik doesn’t approve of his son shirking money-making duties.
Humane Society by smilebackwards
Once Erik finally allows himself to decide that Charles is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread, he spends the next week being incredibly bitter that he's Charles' cat and not his boyfriend.
Other Life Challenges by professor (series)
“Why am I here again?” Erik groans.
“I need you to lift things and glower at people over my shoulder when I tell people that it’s not ‘politically correct’ or a ‘war on Christmas’ to have a non-denominational winter holiday festival,” says Theresa Pryde.
Well, at least those are two things he’s good at.
Wednesday by Red
Getting confined to a nursing facility for a six-week course of iv antibiotics would have been dreadfully dull, had Charles not found a way to "occupy his time."
In which Erik Lehnsherr, retired nazi hunter, becomes the latest victim of Charles Xavier's charms.
Scenes from the Wild by nekosmuse
Erik Lehnsherr, world renowned wilderness survivalist, alongside his husband, Charles Xavier, survive the perils of the wild in order to bring you, Two Men, One Knife, an award winning reality survival series, available only on the Discovery Channel. Follow Erik and Charles as they travel to the world's most remote locations with only the most basic of supplies. Pitted against nature, this husband-husband team struggle to survive in some of the world's harshest climates while battling the planet's fiercest predators. Can they survive the Canadian North? Find out next season, on Two Men, One Knife
The O(l)dd Couple by winterhill 
Futurefic, fixit, fluff. In public, Erik and Charles are immensely powerful and charismatic world leaders. In private, they're a pair of stubborn old men. 
Assassination (It's Not For Everyone) by silverdawn89
In which there are guns, mayhem, cold-blooded torture, more guns, explosions, girls (and boys) in leather, even more guns, knives, chess, and just for a change, a fuckload of guns. Or to put it another way: assassin AU!
Timeline by Unforgotten
After Magneto of an X2-ish future succeeds in the unthinkable, Charles sends his consciousness back to 1962 to guide Erik away from the path that will lead to the genocide of the human race forty years hence.
Charles knows that Erik has always loved him, and intends to use this knowledge + sex to seduce Erik away from his ideals in his youth.
There's no way this well-thought-out, sensible, debugged and 100% bulletproof plan can possibly go wrong.
scandal of the century by joshriku
The headline reads:
STEAMY SEX TAPE BETWEEN MAGNETO AND PROFESSOR X LEAKED!
“All right,” Charles says. “I wouldn’t call it steamy, you know, that’s an exaggeration.”
“That is seriously not the point, Professor,” Jean answers.
(A sex tape is leaked. PR crisis ensues).
Bad Guy Saves the Day by ferretbaby
Total crack. How the 'divorce' could have been averted if Azazel and being pregnant worked in your favor. Also Charles is really pissed at Erik's penis.
Salem Center Mass by listerinezero
Erik Lehnsherr is a professional hitman and has no intention of attending his ten year high school reunion. But since he happens to have a kill lined up in the same town at the same time, he decides he may as well stop by. After all, his high school sweetheart, Charles Xavier, might be there. And it's not like he's spent the past ten years pining over Charles. Not at all.
How to Get a Midgardian Boyfriend: a Guide by Charles Odinson by cachinnation
The king of all Asgard had three sons, and of the three Odinsons, one was golden and tempestuous and kingly, and the other two were right headaches. After Charles, Odin stopped bringing children home.
True Story by Unforgotten
In which Charles and Erik meet for the first time at the urinal, and somehow years later end up basically co-parenting Erik's baby daughter.
[A How I Met Your Mother AU featuring Charles as bi!Ted and Erik as gay!Barney.]
Big Gay Mutant Miracle Baby by listerinezero
Erik is under the mistaken impression that Charles is somehow pregnant, and he's so happy that Charles doesn't have the heart to tell him that the bump he's caressing is just a food baby.
surely shifted my way by Traincat
The one where Erik and Charles get engaged, Raven is an x-treme wedding planner and the kids get way too involved. Oh, and there are doves everywhere. Modern slightly!AU, where everyone is together and alive and happy because it's weddingfic and weddingfic is allowed to do that.
Omega Online by miss_aphelion
Newly imprinted Charles is having trouble dealing with his overly protective alpha—so in desperation he seeks advice in an omega chat room. Emma Frost is more than happy to help, Raven isn't helping at all, and Erik can't stand to be out of touch with Charles for more than five minutes at a time.
Kidnappings, Hangovers, and Homecomings by listerinezero
Seven years after Cuba, Erik is miserable. His life is nothing like he expected it would be. He hates the Brotherhood, his subordinates are all idiots, and now, on top of everything else, he's been kidnapped. But when Charles comes to rescue him, Erik starts to think that maybe things might turn out all right for him after all.
We Welcome Our New Sexbot Overlords by professor (series) Robot!Erik falls in love, takes over the world, and keeps Charles in a giant birdcage. And then, it gets complicated.
Grin and Bear It by professor
The one where Erik hates bears, and falls in love with Charles -- who is a werebear. Hijinks and feels ensue.
Oysters and Champagne by listerinezero
Erik is the extremely talented, extremely scary chef at one of the top restaurants in New York, and Charles, the head waiter, is the only person with the balls to stand up to him. Their fights are the stuff of legend, and their argument over the Valentine's Day menu turns into one for the history books.
I thought you already knew by winter_hiems
“Wanda… did our dad… boink Professor X?” Wanda took a sip from her mug of coffee. “Pietro, our dad is still fucking Professor X. I thought you already knew. Literally everyone knows.” - Pietro finds out about his father and Charles Xavier. Apparently everyone else already knew.
drastic measures by goodmorningbeloved (3799steps)
Erik glowers.
“I can’t believe we’re back to this,” Charles says, like he wants to throw his hands in the air. He’s pouting a little bit. “Years of progress, and we’ve returned to you brooding. Don’t tell me I have to break out the terrible flirting again.”
Erik glowers a little less. “Flirting,” he repeats, bland but also maybe just very, very, very slightly, faintly, vaguely hopeful.
“Oh, yes,” Charles says absently, until something seems to strike him. “Don’t tell me you don’t…” He raises his left hand and brandishes the ring. “We promised ourselves to each other last week.”
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Alternatively: Erik's memory is swiped clean of his and Charles's relationship.
One Hundred One Night Stands. by Sophia_Bee
Charles has a rule. Never fuck the same guy twice. When he refuses to see Erik again after a one night stand, Erik goes about trying to get Charles to violate that rule using accents and disguises.
My Barbaric Darling by baehj2915
Erik is revivified caveman. Charles is the anthropologist(?) taking care of him. This is as ridiculous as it sounds. Romcom misunderstandings and prehistoric wooing ensues.
Charles Xavier's Baby by Gerec
Charles Xavier is pregnant. With a baby. Due to a previously unknown secondary mutation.
He might be a little freaked out.
Also, there's a fifty percent chance his ex fathered his baby. And a fifty percent chance the new boyfriend knocked him up.
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pullakori · 9 months
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Febuwhump 2023
Day 16. Semi-conscious
Sequel to last years febuwhump prompt fill for day 13. "Won't regain consciousness", in wich after holding Shaw still for Erik to kill him, Charles passes out. He opens his eyes soon enough, but is basically just an empty shell.
Frost had agreed to check if there was anything that she could do for Charles, but said that they owed her one. Erik didn't care if he had to sell his soul to the woman, just as long as she tried to help his friend. After all, it was his fault that Charles had ended up like this.
The other telepath had taken a seat next to Charles, demanding that the others would let her work in peace. But Erik didn't trust her enough to let her stay alone with his friend and the others had thought the same. In the end, Erik, Raven and Moira had been allowed to stay in the same room, while the boys stayed nearby.
It had been few hours later, that Frost had stood up and told them her findings.
"The good news is that he is still in there." Those words had lifted a huge weight off of Erik's heart, but not completely.
"And the bad news?" He pressed.
"His consciousness is very weak. If I try to pull him out, he will shatter and be gone for good."
"But you can help him, right?" Raven asked, keeping a brave face, but Erik could tell she was having similar emotional turmoil inside as he was. They were so close, but everything was still so uncertain.
Frost seemed to think about it, before she nodded.
"I think so. I need to make him stronger, before trying to bring him back. It will take time, but it can be done."
And that's what she did. For weeks she sat near Charles and used her powers to help Charles remember who he was and brought him away from the edge of the abyss.
The signs of her work showed themselves slowly. When Erik had first noticed them, he had been reduced to tears. He had been sitting with Charles, reading to him. Emma had told them, that interracting with him helped to ground him, so he had found any excuse to do so. He had been holding onto Charles hand, but let go to turn the page, as he had been doing many times already. But his had had been suddenly held tighter, not by much, but enough for him to notice and stop moving.
He had looked at their hands, Charles' hold had been weak, but clearly there. He had lifted his gaze to the telepath's face, he hadn't been looking at Erik, but out of the window instead, his eyes seemingly still as unfocused as they had been ever since this all happened. But there had been tears in his eyes, falling slowly down on his cheeks.
Erik had held his breath, terrified to disturb the moment, but he couldn't stop the telepath's name from escaping his lips.
"Charles?" He hadn't known what he had expected, but when he had felt another small sqeeze of his hand, he had broken down. He had cried and sobbed. He had moved to stand in front of Charles' chair, without letting go of his hand, and leaned down to touch their foreheads together. Charles was still there. Charles was still there and he would be alright. He had wiped the tears from his friend's cheeks with his free hand, before his legs had felt like they would give up on him and he had to kneel down. He had sat there for a long while, trying and failing to get his emotions in check, the relief and hope too much for him to handle.
That had been few days ago and Erik now accompanied Frost to the sitting room, where Charles was already waiting.
"We've been making good progress lately. I don't think it will take much longer for him to be strong ebough to wake up properly." Emma informed him, before sitting down on the chair beside Charles.
"Yes, I noticed." Erik said, distracted by the news. Soon, he would have Charles by his side again. Soon, he would be able to properly apologise. And hopefully, Charles could find it in him to forgive him.
Emma tilted her head.
"I could make sure he will." She told him and the offer took him so off guard that he didn't even snap at her to stay out of his head.
"What do you mean?" He asked instead, unsure if he wanted to know. Emma's smile was secretive, like she truly was a devil offering him a deal.
"I've been helping your dear Charles build up his sense of self and consciousness again. It wouldn't be too hard to add something that wasn't there bedore." She explained. "He is a bit naive, isn't he? Too tolerant with the humans and not ready to do what we both know has to be done to keep our people safe." Her words rang true. All of those things Erik had thought about his friend at some point, wishing that Charles would just see his point and admit that Erik was right.
And now he had a way to make it so. He could see it in his mind's eye, two of them, standing side by side as they led their people to victory against humans. How they would build a new world for them all.
But that man he saw in his mind, was not his Charles. Not if Erik let Frost change his inner being like this.
"No." Erik told, his answer clearly taking the woman by surprise.
"What?" She sounded almost offended that Erik had declined her offer.
"You heard me, the answer is no. You will not alter Charles' mind in any way." The metalbender insisted, his tone making it clear he would not change his mind and Frost expression turned disapointed.
"I guess I misjudged you. Maybe you are the one who doesn't know what has to be done." She coaxed, trying to get a rise from Erik, but she didn't succeed. Until she shrugged and remarked off handedly. "Shaw didn't have such a weakness."
Those words made Erik see red.
"I know what Shaw was cabable of, and I would never want to be anything like him!" He moved to stand in front of Frost, who turned into her diamond form, staring daggers at Erik. "And futher more, Charles could have easily done same to me. He wields the same power as you, but he has never used it on me like that." It was completely against Charles' morals. And while Erik had sometimes played with an idea that Charles would just use his power to change the minds of the world leaders, he realized that it would mean that he could never feel safe with him. "And I will never do it to him either."
They stared at each other for a moment longer, until Erik took a step back.
"Now do your job. And if I find out that you have done something to him, I will make sure that you won't leave this place alive." He looked Frost in the eye, letting her know that his words weren't an empty threat and she seemed to realize it too. Still, she sat straighter on the armchair and changed back from her diamond form.
"Fine." She once again looked like she was completely in control, but Erik could tell that on the inside, she was furious.
But as long as she did her job, Erik didn't care. He watched her work extra carefully that day, to make sure that Charles was safe.
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lovelytsunoda · 2 years
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behind the clouds ( iii ) // charles leclerc
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summary: charles challenges judge bacri to a drag race, hoping that it will get him out of radiator springs faster. in the process, he also discovers that mateo and y/n aren’t that bad.
pairing: alfa romeo!charles x female reader
warnings: horrifically inaccurate drag race, sexual innuendos. mentions of jules ( may he rest in peace ) and charles's dad ( may he also rest in peace ).
authors note: part THREE of the radiator springs series based on disney pixar’s ‘cars’. so sorry that this has taken so long, i got distracted with the cozy collection and then monza is for believers! i hope you enjoy : )
it was another beautiful morning in radiator springs when emilie opened her diner at exactly six in the morning. l
the bustling diner was fifties themed: all red vinyl booths, bright linoleum countertops, elvis playing on the jukebox, a big poster of the ronettes behind the counter where emilie was standing by the old fashioned cash register. the diner must have been quite something in it's heyday, but when the decline in tourists began, so did radiator springs' downfall. the diner that was once packed to the brim was now half full on a good day.
ike clockwork, lukas and giovanni came in half an hour after opening for their full english breakfasts and coffee.
and also shockingly early in the morning, y/n y/l/n appeared to gather meals to bring to none other than the bane of her existence: charles leclerc.
she had thought about the devilishly handsome race car driver more often than she should have, thoughts about his delicious accent and distracting thighs keeping her up at night, fighting the urge to slip her hand down her cotton pajama shorts.
charles leclerc was fucking with her head, and she couldnt stand it.
"bringing racer boy a meal again?" emilie asked, quirking an eyebrow at the young lawyer as she packed another brown bag. "is there something we should know about? please tell me that you're at least using protection!"
"emilie!" y/n shouted in disbeleif. "come on, we all know volkov is barely feeding the guy. a growing boy like him needs to eat, and god knows his personal trainers probably dont let him eat anything with fat or grease."
"oh, i bet he gives you a different kind of grease, if you catch my drift, y/n." emilie chuckled. "romain said his car is gonna take a few weeks, you and leclerc might as well have some fun." the woman encouraged, pouring out a mug of coffee for one of the truckers sitting at the counter.
charles' face had been printed on every single newspaper printed in the last week, seemingly backing up the story he had attempted to tell the night that he was arrested. but bacri wasn't letting up, the judge deciding that now was not the time to reverse his decision. he'd been the judge in radiator springs for twenty five years, and he wasn't about to go back on a decision just because the accused was famous.
and y/n was partially grateful that she had made the man stay in town. she enjoyed getting to know charles, even if he was a bit of a jerk sometimes.
"that's enough, i'm leaving." y/n rolled her eyes, grabbing the keys for her porsche. "i've got two truckers staying at the inn tonight, and I gave a key to leclerc but i don't think he's made up his mind. i'd prefer if he stayed though. i don't really want to be alone with truckers for too long."
"it's a hallmark movie waiting to happen!" emilie shouted after her as she exited the diner through the front door, cutting of the end of the older woman's sentence with a smile and the slam of the glass door.
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charles had tried to force himself to eat breakfast. he really had.
but the sherriff of radiator springs was a worse cook than charles' own brother, arthur, and that was saying something. the driver was lying on the sad excuse of a mattress, staring at the ceiling and weighing his options. there had to be something he could do to get to germany in time, something other than speed-running the assignment and half-assing the garden.
the sound of a lock turning over made him jump, breathing heavily as he stared at the wooden door. the door swung inwards, a familiar face behind it.
y/n's hair fell in dutch braids over her shoulders, and she was dressed in a dainty summer romper with short, billowy sleevs and a v-neck that showed off her collarbones but didn't quite go down far enough to give charles a view of her breasts.
the intrepid young lawyer had been on charles' mind since the hearing, made even worse after she basically handed him keys to her house.
and he was seriously debating taking her up on that offer: better food, a better bed, and better company.
"i brought you breakfast from emilie's." she closed the door behind her, clearly intent on staying. "and i also wanted to ask if you could stay at the inn tonight? there are a couple truckers passing through, and i'm sure im worrying for nothing, they just look a little shifty and i don't really want to be there alone."
how could charles say no to a damsel in distress?
"yeah, sure. i can do that. but i feel like i should be doing something in return for you?"
"if you ever get back on the circuit, you can bring publicity back to radiator springs. lord knows this town needs it."
there was something wistful in her voice, something that pulled at charles' heart strings.
"i challenged that judge friend of your to a race. if i win, i get out of here." the driver said slowly, through a mouthful of fried egg. "people are probably worried sick, and that bastard volkov still has my phone. and my wallet."
y/n sighed. "thats the shittiest idea you've had yet, leclerc. even worse than that little private island suggestion you made in the courtroom."
charles flushed pink. "shit, i'm sorry about that. it was entitled of me and uncalled for."
"yeah, it was. i'll talk to volkov, see about getting you your stuff back. but are you sure that you want to go through with your plan? hilaire is a little bit of a legend around here. even romain can't beat him and god knows the guy has tried. have you ever even driven a stock car? it'll be a dirt race."
the radiator springs stock car race had been a big deal once upon a time, a tourist draw for the town. the curated collection of stock cars was still at mateo's, parked in a back lot.
hilaire bacri was the reigning champion, bit nobody knew how he had gotten that good. he was a straitlaced law student who graduated from oxford, not the kind of american heathens who were into nascar. emilie's husband romain had been driving anything with four wheels since he was twelve years old, a former karting champion who made it as far as formula renault in the mid-eighties before an accident ruined the muscles in his leg and he was told he could never drive competitively again.
over time, the tourists stopped coming, so the racing and the pageantry stopped. one of the many things that had dried up in the town. y/n missed stock car weekend. she and emilie had made a good team way back when.
charles scoffed "it can;t be that much different than what I normally drive."
"you keep telling yourself that, racer boy." y/n smiled, secretly looking forward to watching charles in his element. "i watched some of your old races. you weren't terrible, but your team is shite."
"the end goal is to get into ferrari, and that's why i need to be in germany. it's for jules, what he would have wanted."
it had been almost five years, but everything charles still felt about jules bianchi was raw and laced with emotion. all he wanted was to make his loved ones proud, to fulfill something that jules had died trying to accomplish, something his father would never see him do.
he just wanted to make them proud.
"you'll get to germany in time. i promise."
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the sun was high in the air as the residents of radiator springs gathered in the dust fields to watch charles leclerc race against the town's judge. gio and luk were decked head-to-toe in ferrari merchandise, waving flags with the prancing horse and waving red and yellow flares around the desert area.
mateo and y/n had gone to get the cars, pulling out the two that were in the best condition. truth be told, tending to the stock cars had become a hobby of y/n's. she had always been a car enthusiast, going for joyrides around normandy with her father when she was younger, which had translated to her interest in classic cars during her adolescence.
of course, paul walker had helped with that one via the fast and the furious franchise.
the folded up race suit for charles sat on the unused passenger seat as she drove the car out of the impound yard, flying down the streets at a dangerous speed.
it didn't matter, nobody was there to stop her. or get hit. technically stock car radios were only supposed to relay communications from the pits, but in this specific stock car, y/n had wired the radio differently so that she could play music, thus enjoying her joyrides that much more. technically it was a safety hazard at the speeds she was driving, but who was she to give a shit?
fall out boy was playing on the radio, wind blowing in from the cage on the window as she yanked on the steering wheel, practically drifting onto the sand and gravel where mateo was already waiting by bacri's car, an unamused expression on his face when he heard the punk music leaking from the stereo.
"where have you been, y/n?" corporal deveraux shouted over the music. the corporal had served in the french navy for fifteen years before taking early retirement. he finally wanted both his feet to be permenantly on solid ground, but the conditioning and the routines never left, and there wasn't a single soul who didn't complain when he started the morning with bugle exercises. "we've been waiting for hours."
"sorry, dev!" she laughed, taking off her hot pink helmet and cutting the radio beforfe clambering out of the window. "you know i can't resist a good joyride."
charles was awestruck as he watched y/n get out of the car. here was a gorgeous girl he had a love hate relationship with, who spoke his language: racing. he could hardly stop himself from gawking when she tossed her head back, long hair barely held back by a bandana as it tumbled down her back. she was wearing a faded ferrari shirt and cutoff shorts, her signature stan smith adidas on her feet.
"stop staring, leclerc." bacri scoffed, zipping up his mustard-yellow race suit. "i want you out of here as fast as possible, don't go laying down roots with the best lawyer in this godforsaken place."
"i'm not staring." charles defended, averting his eyes to stare at giovanni, who was muttering to himself in italian as he messed with a signal flare. "i want to get out of here just as much as you want me gone."
"leclerc!" y/n shouted, capturing his attention quicker than a sniffer dog who found cocaine in a suitcase. he could hear judge bacri laughing at him in the background but couldn't bring himself to care. "careful with my car, yeah? built her from the ground up with romain's help. there's a boiler suit on the passenger seat, and a helmet. i had to guess on the size, I wasn't quite sure hoe big that head of yours was."
"i'm sure there's an insult in there somewhere."
"tell me what it is, then." y/n laughed, tossing him the keys. "the camry's all yours. don't fucking crash, hot shot."
charles caught the keys, but just barely, floundering for a second as he tried to figure out which one was the key to the toyota stock car. "wait, do you know how i'm supposed to get in the damn thing?"
"crawl through the window!" y/n shouted back, settling into a lawn chair next to emilie, who passed her a white claw seltzer. "this is going to be so entertaining."
once both racers were suited up in their boiler suits, and romain had helped charles figure out how to get into the hot pink car, emilie stood up and grabbed the two large chequered flags, standing in front of the revved-up stock cars.
"i want nice clean racing, boys. don;t kill each other, please. and don't crash into anything, my hubby is busy enough trying to fix that alfa romeo, which i have been told is a really fucking expensive car."
"damn right it is." charles murmured under his breath, shifting in the front seat as he shuffled his hands around the steering wheel to try and get used to the car.
speed. i am speed.
"on your marks!"
float like a cadillac, sting like a beemer.
"get set!"
one winner, one loser.
"go!"
in a cloud of dust and haze, charles was off, the car bouncing over the imperfections in the desert landscape.
and hilaire bacri was still at the starting line.
"uh, your honor?" giovanni asked hesitatnly, the ferrari-red face paint on his alabaster skin beginning to flake off. "emilie waved the flag. you are supposed to go."
emilie shook the flag again, as if to prove a point. hilaire still remained motionless, smirking to himself.
"keep your eyes on the kid, you'll see."
confused, y/n got out of her lawn chair and ran over to the dirt track, the corporal following closely behind as she searched for the pink camry in the cloud of dust. she saw charles spinning uncontrollably, and could only imagine that he was swearing in that deliciously sexy voice of his, sweaty and covered in sand and gravel-
nope. stop it.
"my car!" she whined
"the kid can't drive on dirt. f1 cars beach on gravel." bacri announced, climbing out of his own stock car. "so he stays and he fixes our square."
back inside the stock car, charles screamed. raw, unadulterated emotion as he punched the dashboard. once the emotions started flowing, he couldn't stop them. here he was, stuck in the middle of buttfuck nowhere with dust and sand in every crevice of his body because he lost control and he spun out.
charles leclerc never loses control of his car.
he never spins out.
but he did.
twice.
charles leclerc was losing himself. and it scared the shit out of him.
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"don't feel bad, stock cars are hard beasts to tame." mateo remarked.
“fuck you, mate.”
charles and mateo were in the impound lot, sitting on the hoods of two old stock cars, cars that hadn’t run in upwards of five years. the boys had beers in their hands, and they were shooting the shit as they watched the sun dip down past the radiator springs skyline.
“y/n can drive one.”
“she’s been practicing for almost six years now. there’s not much else to do around here. maybe she can teach you?” mateo wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning a punch to the shoulder from charles.
"i'll be out of here in a week, max." charles scoffed. "I don't want to lead her on and break her heart. it wouldn't be right."
mateo chuckled. "so now the hot shot has morals. but you never said you didn't think she was smoking hot."
"shut up".
"you know," mateo hummed, sliding off the hood of the car and walking back to the main garage. "if you really want to impress her, I can teach you how to drive one of these things."
there was an image that charles couldn't get out of his head. him and y/n racing stock cars across the sand, her loud laugh as she overtakes him, fall out boy blaring from the speakers like it had earlier that day. the way her body would look in a boiler suit.
"fuck it. teach me how to drive one of these suckers."
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it was dark when mateo pulled the venom green stock car to a halt behind a porsche carerra, in front of a quaint building with ivy growing up the side. the two had been at it for hours, and charles still couldn't get the hang of drifting on the gravel. mateo assured him that was a skill he would acquire with more practice, but charles wanted to master it before he left, before his future was decided once and for all.
"y/n and charles sitting in a tree-"
"shut the fuck up, mateo!"
"you're bloody staying in her motel!" mateo laughed, reaching over charles to undo the netting over the window so that the alfa romeo drive could get out of the car. "listen, just be gentle with her. none of us want to see her get hurt."
"thanks for this, mate. really." charles gushed. learning how to drive on the sand had been an experience like no other, something so fundamentally different from what he had been doing his entire life. "i know i talk a lot of shit about this town, but you're not too bad."
mateo beamed. "you're not too bad yourself, leclerc. come find me again tomorrow and we'll give drifting another shot, yeah? tell y/n i said hello."
charles clambered out of the car, opening the heavy wooden door, painted a pale mauve color. the main lobby of the inn was cozy, with a scented candle burning on the checkout counter. a crossley record player softly played a country tune in the background, and when he turned his head towards the ornate fireplace, he caught a glimspe of y/n.
her long hair was tied back, and she was wearing an oversized t-shirt with the artwork for an old whitney houston album on it, a pair of pale pink shorts disappearing under the hem. she was sitting on the suede couch, laptop on her thighs as she typed away at something on her screen.
"charles!" she said in surprise when she looked up to see the man standing there awkwardly. "i'm glad you came. i feel a little better already." she placed her laptop on the coffee table, padding acfross the marble floors barefoot.
it was all charles could do not to imagine y/n's thighs wrapped around his abdomen, his fingers in her hair, his lips on her neck.
but even more so, he couldn't deny the feeling in his chest when y/n said she was glad to see him.
he nodded at the record player. "alanis morrisette?"
she shook her head. "sheryl crow, 'if it makes you happy.' i made that mistake the first time too, but no, it's sheryl, not alanis."
"oh." charles said simply, suddenly aware of how close they were standing, holding his gaze level with hers.
he had never noticed before how soft the young lawyer's skin was, or how pretty her eyes were.
he was fucked, and didn't he know it.
she cleared her throat. "can i show you to your room?"
he had no idea how he was going to survive staying in a house with her for the rest of his stay.
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how would you rank the characters in s7 i assume cheryl and toni take the top 2 spot but everyone else?
yes, they are top two, always.
cheryl: forever my fav, but i think what they've done with her this season is so, so good. the way they've used the 50s to show cheryl's growth is on par with how well they're using it show choni's. i do think the difference in her is also a result of her not having jason related trauma, but it's also obviously showing how much she's matured over the course of the show. i'm just so proud of her every week and pray they can keep it up for just nine more eps.
toni: her best season, bar none. they've finally figured out how to write her and write for her, and it's both so satisfying to finally see and frustrating that it took them this long to do it. but this is the toni i always knew she was, and seeing her perspective and struggles has been so nice. my single complaint is that she's missing so many episodes. anyone that has a bad word to say about her this season is dumb and nasty and has no empathy for black characters.
tabitha: no we haven't seen much of her but i love her so much and i miss her so much and i just can't rank anyone else higher than her, sorry.
reggie: we haven't seen much of him yet but i already love him so much. it's so interesting to see such a different version of him and think charles is doing a great job. best boy for sure.
archie: i do not find most of his plots interesting and he's been kinda meh in the last few eps, but i can't deny that i've found him really endearing for the first time in seasons. i do wish they would pull back on the straight savior stuff a bit, but still. i'm charmed most of the time.
kevin: it's been nice to see him get some meaty stuff to work with again, and to not be made a villain for once. i wish the writers would give his relationship with clay more onscreen development, but i'm glad kevin's journey has at least gotten some focus and has been taken seriously. i really hope they take the time to show that it helped him with his internalized homophobia in the present.
midge: listen is it unserious of me to put midge so high? yes, but i think she's cute and i love her dynamic with cheryl and toni and i appreciate her existence when it comes to fangs and i don't care which way they choose to bring her back to the present (there's a lot of ways i can think of), just that they do.
clay: i really like this guy and think he's sweet and a great match for kevin and a great fit on the show and in the gang. i wish we knew more about him and still think he should have been a topaz to give toni a family as well as kevin a love interest, but whatever.
veronica: i'm happy to see her with a bit of her spunk back, but i will just always struggle to find veronica or her stories interesting. i think she started the season off strong but now she's just fallen back into boring business and family related plots or mooning after boys with betty. meh. still, gets point for variety.
betty: i usually love betty, but find her kinda meh this season. i understand what they've been trying to do with her and i think lili is doing a good job, but it just feels so repetitive every episode, omg. we get it, betty is horny and wants to fuck the patriarchy both literally and metaphorically, can she come up with something else?
fangs: i don't mind him this season at all and i appreciate that he shaved and cut his hair so he doesn't look like the nasty man he was last season, but it's not like he's gotten anything to do for me to enjoy. but i don't hate him so good for him.
jughead: ranking him below fangs... look how they massacred my boy. i grew to love him at lot in the time jump, but i guess i'm just never going to like high school jughead because woof. the fact that i completely forgot about him until i almost hit publish says it all. completely isolated from the rest of the cast, with the most boring storylines on the show that's largely just him and guest stars... it's bad for him. not even tabitha could get me to pay attention to him.
julian: he does his job as a villain well and nick seems lovely, but obviously he's last. the one good thing i can say about him is that i'm glad they went with him over jason because i hate jason and think they've beaten that dead horse more than enough, and i'm actually intrigued by the dynamic between julian and cheryl.
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