𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜
ʚ charles leclerc x female reader
ʚ charles gets the one call he never wanted to get, and despite your worries about his precious pista, he doesn’t care about the car. just you.
ʚ angst, description of injuries (minor), mentions of blood, panic attacks, violence (minor), tears and lots of soft charles
ʚ okay idk why i thought of this idea, but i have and here we are, i know people have been asking for angst, this idk if it qualifies as the angst you’re all looking for but I will work on some other ideas too:)
Time was frozen as you sat in the driver’s seat of what once looked like a Ferrari 488 Pista. Only now you could make out the back of the car, the front of it might as well be in a what not to do when you drive a luxury vehicle catalogue. Your head was ringing and your chest pounding as adrenaline and anxiety pumped through your veins, as much as you’d started to feel pain in a multitude of places, your brain was thinking of only one thing;
Charles is going to be so mad.
To make matters worse, the man who had hit you was now cursing through the tinted window, claiming the accident to be all your fault. Deciding to think about Charles’s potential anger later you picked your phone up and called his number.
Thankfully it didn’t take long,
“Hi baby, are you on your way back”
A pause
“Um…I-I got in an accident Char…”
The line was silent before he spoke up, panic laced in his voice.
“Qu'entendez-vous par ‘accident?’ Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé? Où es-tu, es-tu gravement blesse.”
“Charles, english please my head hurts so bad.”
Normally you’d be able to hold an entire conversation with him in French, but right now it was just too much.
“I’m sorry, where are you baby? Are you hurt bad?”
Sniffling softly, you hummed
“I am down by the marina; my head really hurts. The man who hit me…he-he is yelling loudly at me…can you-oh Charles your poor car….”
“No, don’t even worry about my car baby, you matter more to me, I can’t replace you, but I can replace the car. I’ll be there in ten minutes, keep the doors locked, don’t get out.”
You nodded, only then realizing he couldn’t see you.
“Yes, okay, I’ll wait here…please hurry”
“I will chérie, I promise.”
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Just like he’d said, a familiar black Alfa Romeo pulled up next to the crash site, Charles quick to get out and come towards the driver’s side door, only to see the man banging at the window.
“Hey, can you step away from my car?”
The man turned to look at Charles
“Cette stupide salope a détruit ma voiture!”
“Je vous le redemande, éloignez-vous de ma voiture”
It was getting harder for Charles to reign in his anger, quickly pushing the man back, giving him a look that at this point in the evening, had him backing away, finally allowing Charles to open the door and see you
“Hey..hey.. I’m here, its okay?”
Charles swore his heart broke as you looked at him with teary eyes, a bruise above your eyebrow, but thankfully you appeared alright otherwise.
“I-I’m so sorry about your car Charlie, he just-he came out of nowhere, and I-I couldn’t-I am so so sorry!”
Holding back the sobs was almost impossible at this point, but Charles was quick to undo your seatbelt, helping you turn towards the door and put your feet on the ground. Once he had you turned toward him, he brought his hands up to hold your face, his thumbs swiping your cheeks.
“My love, listen to me, you are my main priority, you are the love of my life, and this car is just mental and parts, all which can be fixed, but you cannot, and I cannot have another one of you, ever okay?”
Sniffling you nodded
“Okay…”
In the distance you could heard the sirens coming your way, knowing you’d be going to the hospital, it was a given but for now you really just needed Charles, and he wasn’t going anywhere, that was for sure.
“Are you hurting badly baby?”
“No, just my head…can you help me up?”
Your boyfriend nodded, holding onto your arms gently as he helped you stand up, before bringing you into his chest, your arms wrapping around him, as he did the same to you.
“I am so glad you’re okay, you have no idea how worried I was…we’ll get you to the hospital and then i’m not leaving your side”
“Promise you won’t?”
Charles smiled as he saw your pinky finger come up, quickly linking his in a pink promise, a tradition you’d both been doing since your third date.
“I promise, i’m not going anywhere”
As the sirens got closer, you leaned further into Charles, knowing no matter what happened, he’d be by your side for as long as you needed him, he’d be there. It didn’t matter if he had a race, media or social events to attend, for you he’d drop them in a heart beat over and over again.
Because he never wanted to get that kind of phone call again.
translations:
-Qu'entendez-vous par ‘accident?’ Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé? Où es-tu, es-tu gravement blesse : What do you mean by 'accident?' What happened? Where are you, are you seriously injured?
-Cette stupide salope a détruit ma voiture!: This stupid bitch destroyed my car!
-Je vous le redemande, éloignez-vous de ma voiture: I'm asking you again, get away from my car
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23 agosto 1927: Sacco e Vanzetti giustiziati da innocenti in America
Il 23 agosto del 1927 Nicola Sacco e Bartolomeo Vanzetti furono fatti sedere sulla sedia elettrica e giustiziati per un duplice omicidio che non avevano commesso. I due italiani aderivano al movimento anarchico e sostenevano le battaglie operaie, solo dopo 50 anni fu ristabilita la verità
Il 23 agosto del 1927 la sedia elettrica poneva fine alle vite di questi emigrati italiani, un ciabattino e un pescivendolo, ingiustamente accusati di un duplice omicidio durante una rapina in un calzaturificio.
La loro tragica vicenda ha inizio nel 1920, durante una manifestazione operaia, i due venivano fermati in possesso di pistole e degli appunti. Sacco e Vanzetti per le loro idee anarchiche, il loro status di emigrati appartenenti al movimento operaio, erano i perfetti “agnelli sacrificali” da immolare sull’altare della giustizia americana del tempo.
Inoltre con il loro arresto veniva lanciato un monito ai movimenti popolari dell’epoca, considerati un pericolo per la stabilità degli U.S.A. A nulla valse la confessione del gangster Celestino Madeiros che scagionava Sacco e Vanzetti, così come non contribuì alla loro scarcerazione la mobilitazione popolare a loro favore. Con un processo fazioso (il giudice più volte li definì bastardi), portato avanti con metodologie gravemente erronee e ingiuste, il foggiano e il cuneese, venivano condannati alla pena capitale.
Solo nel 1977 il Governatore del Massachussetts, Michael Kukakis, ammetteva l’errore giudiziario commesso cinquantanni prima, quando venivano uccisi nella giornata d’estate del 23 Agosto del 1927 due innocenti: Nicola Sacco e Bartolomeo Vanzetti
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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤMISSÃO 2
LÍDER: Styx (patrulheiro)
EQUIPE 7: Keith Doori, Styx e Victorio.
OBJETIVO: Recuperar o arco lunar de Artemis.
INFORMAÇÃO: O arco da deusa foi detectado por Hermes estando em Iqaluit, no Canadá. Não se sabe o motivo dele ter ido parar ali, mas os deuses querem recuperar o artefato antes que caia nas mãos de criaturas erradas. Cabe aos semideuses rastrearem o arco e recuperar o artefato.
MONSTROS QUE IRÃO ENCONTRAR: um minotauro e deacaenaes.
HAVERÁ ALGUÉM VOLTANDO GRAVEMENTE FERIDO? Sim, uma pessoa, escolha da equipe. Feridos levemente são permitidos também.
ESTA MISSÃO NÃO TERÁ SUCESSO, motivo a ser escolhido pelo grupo em conjunto.
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