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Fate Charles Leclerc Story…

…Chapter 11…

Waking up felt like a dream... like a pinch me moment...

I never thought someone like Charles would ever express interest in me. Charles was a world famous racer and I was just an ordinary girl from Miami Florida. What did he even see in me? The self doubt was starting to set in... Charles was this handsome, funny, kind man... and I was just an ordinary girl who worked as a nanny.

We spent the night cuddling in bed talking until we both had fallen asleep. I had fallen asleep wrapped up in Charles arms with my back pressed against his chest the weight of Charles arm resting on my waist.

For the first time in forever, I fell asleep feeling safe and cared for. There was something about Charles that made me feel so comfortable and safe since the moment I met him.

Everything with him just felt right like there was an invisible string pulling us together from the moment we met at the airport... almost as if we were destined to be together.

From the moment I met Charles he has done nothing but prove to me that he is a gentleman... I had only known Charles for less than a month and he was proving to me he was nothing like my past relationships.

I could feel Charles start to stir in his sleep as he wrapped his arms tighter around me slowly pulling me closer into his chest, sighing in content. A faint smile forming on his face as I kissed his forehead.

Flashbacks of the night before fresh in my mind... we spent most of the day cuddled on the couch as we discussed our childhood memories... our goals and dreams. We sat for hours talking and enjoying each others company.

Charles even tried to impress me with his cooking skills as he made pasta for dinner. Everything felt different in regards to Charles... and for the first time in forever I felt cared for and happy.

"Morning Belle," whispered Charles, his voice raspy as he slowly started to wake up, "God you're so beautiful."

Charles leaning forward to his my forehead as he sighed happily... he still couldn't believe that I was finally his. He had dreamed about last night since the moment he met you and it was better then he could have ever imagined.

I rolled over slightly so that Charles and I were facing each other. I reached up with my hand and brushed the hair out of Charles eyes before kissing his lips lightly. I couldn't help but giggle as I pulled away from the kiss, as Charles had an adorable pout on his face as soon as your lips left his.

"Mmm...more kisses." He moaned as he pulled your lips back onto his, deepening the kiss. "That's better." He said as soon as your lips left his once again.

"Am I dreaming or are you really here?" Questioned Charles jokingly as he started to pinch himself.

I couldn't contain my giggle as I said "yes, I'm really here."

"Can we just stay in bed all day?" Questioned Charles just as his cell phone started ringing from it place one the bedside table.

Groaning Charles rolled over and picked up the phone, "Bonjour maman. Comment vas-tu?" he said sweetly into the phone. (Good Morning Mom. How are you?)

My eyes slightly widened as I heard Charles start talking to his mom... I wonder if she had also seen the new paper article.

"Je vais bien Charles. C'est la fille dont tu me parlais ? La fille de l'aéroport ?" (Im good Charles. Is that the girl you were telling me about? The girl from the airport?)

Charle winked at me, "Oui maman. Je lui ai finalement demandé d'être ma petite amie." (yes mom. I finally asked her to be my girlfriend.)

"tu avais l'air si heureux sur la photo du journal. Quand puis-je la rencontrer?" (you looked so happy in the picture from the news paper. When can I meet her?)

"Je ne connais pas maman... Peut-être bientôt ?" Charles said as he kissed my forehead, and started to play with fingers with the hand that was not holding the phone. (I dont know Mom...Maybe soon?)

"Ce soir Charles... Je préparerai même ton plat préféré." (Tonight Charles...I will even make your favourite food. )

"Mais maman." Charles started to say before getting cut off by his mom. (But Mom)

"Je ne prends pas non comme réponse Charles." Pascal said before hanging up the phone. (Im not taking No as an answer Charles.)

Charles shook his head laughing as he set his phone back on the bedside table and kissed my lips.

"My mom wants to meet you tonight..." Charles said as he studied my face hoping for a good reaction to what he had just told me.

"Really?" I questioned, "I would love to meet her." I leaned in to kiss him once again on the lips.

"Are you sure? I know its pretty early into our relationship to be meeting my mom." Questioned Charles with a big smile on my face.

"Yes Im sure Charles, I want to meet the women who raised you to be such a gentleman." I said as I smiled at him.

"Why are you so perfect Belle?" Charles said as he looked at me with such admiration in his eyes.

I blushed at his words and I smiled at him, "when are we heading to your moms house?"

"Whenever we want... she didn't give me a time. " Charles said smiling at me.

"Oh My God... I hope she likes me." I said as panic started to sink in... "what should I wear?"

"Belle, she is going to love you. Your amazing." Charles said as he gave ne a reassuring smiles. "as for clothing, I like what your wearing now," teases Charles.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, currently I was wearing my underwear and one of Charles Ferrari t-shirts that was two sizes to big for me.

"I don't think I should have my ass showing when I meet your mom." I said as I sat up in bed.

"Fine..." teased Charles as he stood up from bed... he leaned down and kissed my forehead before he made his way to the doorway heading into the hallway. "I'll be right back, stay there princess."

"Okay," you giggled as you shook your head smiling... it honestly felt like you were in a dream.

Not to long after Charles disappeared into the kitchen he came back holding a tray filled with two coffees and some cut up fruits with some yogurt and granola.

You couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips at the sight of Charles looking as sexy as ever wearing only shorts carrying some breakfast in bed for you. No one has ever done something like this for you before.

"For you my Belle," Charles said as he placed the try down in front of you. Quickly climbing into bed so that his back was touching the backboard of his bed. Smiling he pulled you into his arms so that you were sitting in front of him in between his legs so that your back was up against his chest.

"Thanks Charles," I said as I leaned up and kissed the base of his neck snuggling into the warmth of his body, before reaching down and picking up a piece of fruit placing it in-front of Charles lips so that he could have a bite. Smiling as he took a bite of the strawberry.

"My turn," Charles said as he reached down and picked up a piece of cut up pineapple and placed it in my mouth.

"Mmm, my favourite," I said as a soft moan escaped my lips as soon as the sweet pineapple was placed in my mouth.

"Belle," he groaned at the sound of the moan escaping my lips.

I smirked at him, before reaching forward to pick up one of the two coffee mugs that were sitting on the tray.

I couldn't help but feel at ease as Charles and I sat eating breakfast in bed and sipping coffee as we sat talking.

Charles had to leave for a training session with Andre, so we said goodbye to each other and headed our separate ways.

By the time I got back to the apartment Lucy was also arriving. We shook our heads laughing as we opened the door of the apartment

"Well...well...well...what do we have here?" joked Max shaking his head as both Lucy and I arrived back home.

"Oh Max, Leave the poor girls alone," Kelly teased as she also walked into the room where we were all standing.

"So Elle?" Questioned Kelly, curious to know how last nights conversation went after I had gotten the advice from her especially because I didn't come home last night.

"Well...I'm officially joining the F1 WAG group," I replied with a big smile on my face as I remembered the night before.

"Woohoo," Kelly exclaimed as she pulled me in for a big hug "I'm so freaking happy for you, you deserve all the happiness in the world."

" What!" Exclaimed Lucy as she gave me a look to spill the tea, "Apparently I missed a lot last night."

"Charles asked me to be his girlfriend last night," I said as I gave Lucy a grin. "How was your night with Lando?"

Instantly Lucy started blushing, "it was amazing Elle.. we just sat and talked the whole night until we both fell asleep cuddling on his couch."

"I'm so happy for you Luce." I said as I gave her a big hug.

"He is so different Elle, he's not like any other guy I have ever been on a date with. He actually seemed interested in getting to know me better instead of just wanting sex from me."

Lucy didn't really have a good track record when it came to dating. Most of the guys she went on dates with only wanted one thing, and as soon as they got it they would end up ghosting her. They would only put in enough effort to get what they wanted and then they disappeared into the night... never to be heard from again.

Lucy has a heart of gold and anyone would be lucky to be with her, and my only hope is that Lando also realizes what an amazing women she is.

"Okay... I think this is my cue to leave," joked Max as he stood up from the couch and made his way towards the front door, kissing Kelly before heading out to meet up with his trainer.

Laughing as Max left the apartment I turned my attention back to the ladies, "I need both of your help."

"Ooh what do you need help with?" Asked Kelly intrigued.

"I'm meeting Charles mom tonight... she phoned Charles this morning and demanded that he bring me over to meet me."

"No way!" Gasped Lucy in shock "your meeting his mother already."

"Ooh you are going to love Pascale" Kelly said as she smiled at Elle. "I've met her a couple of times she is amazing."

"Jeez, I'm so nervous... I need some help picking out an outfit."

"Don't worry Elle, we will find you the perfect outfit." Kelly said as she grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards her closet.

"Okay, I'm thinking Jeans with a really cute sweater. What do you think Lucy?" Kelly said as soon as we step into her huge walk in closet.

"Ooh paired with a pair of cute heel booties." Suggested Lucy as she looked at all the different pairs of shoes Kelly owned.

"Here," Kelly said as she shoved the clothing into my arms, lightly pushing me towards her bathroom door.

Laughing at my two best friends I made my way into the bathroom to try on the outfit.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I made my way over to the mirror to see what the outfit looked like on. It was the perfect outfit... the prefect mixture of cute and conservative.

As soon as I got the text from Charles saying that he was ready to go. I grabbed my purse and made my way downstairs to meet Charles in the lobby.

Charles eyes lit up as soon as he stepped out of the elevator and locked eyes with me. "Elle, you look so beautiful,"

Within seconds Charles was standing in front of me pulling me into his arms and kissing me on the forehead murmuring just loud enough for me to hear him 'I'm such a lucky guy.'

Charles looked as handsome as ever wearing blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a black leather jacket.

"Thanks Charles, you look handsome," I said as looked up at my boyfriend.

I couldn't help but check out my hot boyfriend. I still couldn't believe that one of the worlds hottest drivers was my boyfriend. Surely I was one of the luckiest women in the world.

"You ready to go my belle?"

Nodding my head, Charles gave me a smile as he grabbed my hand slowly bringing it to his lips before placing a gentle kiss on my hand. Winking at me before moving his hand towards the lower part of my back, Gently leading me towards the parking garage.

Charles stopped in front of a red Ferrari and opened the door for me. I couldn't help the shocked expression on my face as I sat down in the Ferrari, I had never been in such a nice car before.

Charles couldn't help but laugh at my expression as he shut my door and made his way to the drivers seat.

"Babe, you're going to have to get used to driving in style." Charles teased as he put the car in drive and made his way out of the parking garage and into the busy streets of Monaco.

Watching Charles drive through the streets of Monaco was so hot and the way he concentrated on the roads made me melt into a puddle. It didn't help that while he was driving he had one hand on the steering wheel while the other hand rested on my thigh as he absentmindedly rubbed up and down on my thigh.

We listened to the radio as we drove through the streets of Monaco, Charles pointing out things for me to see while we drove to his mothers house.

"Who will be at your moms place tonight?" I questioned randomly as the nerves started to kick in... holy shit I was meeting Charles mother the day after we made it official and a month after our first meeting.

"My mother Pascale, and I think maybe my younger brother Arthur who still lives at home," Charles said as he looked over at me and smiles reassuringly.

"Hey..." I teased "Eyes on the road mister...you're carrying precious cargo."

"Don't worry... I'm an excellent driver!" Joked Charles as he stepped on the gas pedal making the car jolt at the sudden increase in speed. Causing me to jump in my seat I shook my head at my crazy boyfriend as laughter filled the car. "Plus it's my job to drive fast belle."

"Maybe we should talk to Max about driving slower every once in awhile so that you can have the fastest car, " I teased Charles as I stuck my tongue out at him. I may not know much about racing but I did know Redbull has one of the fastest cars on the circuit.

"Im deeply offended," teased Charles as he lifted his hand of my thigh and placed it on his chest.

"We are here," Charles said as he pulled up in front of a beautiful house.

Before we could even step out of the car, the front door flew open as Pascal rushed out waving at us.

"You ready?" Questioned Charles as he reached over an gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, before he opened his door and stepped out of the car.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the door. Charles rushing over to me to help me get out of the car. I could hear Pascal awe at the sight of her son helping his girlfriend getting out of the car.

"Bonjour Maman," Charles said as we walked up the steps to where she was standing waiting for us.

Before I could even finish climbing up the stairs I was being pulled into her arms, her arms engulfing me in a big hug. The second Pascales arms wrapped around my body I instantly felt at home and comfortable.

"Oh my Elle, you're so beautiful my dear. How did my son get so lucky...." Pascale said as she pulled away from the hug so that she could hug Charles, "blink three times if he is holding you hostage." She teased as she reached up and pinched her sons cheeks.

"Very funny Mom," blushed Charles as he shook his head at his mothers joke.

"I mean... she is definitely out of your league bro," Charles younger brother Arthur said as he stepped into the door way holding his hand out towards me so that I could shake his hand, "Hello Elle, Im Arthur the better looking and more talented Leclerc brother."

Before I could reach my hand out to shake his hand, Charles pushed my hand away "don't touch that" he teased "Im not sure where that hand has been."

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips as I watched the two brothers interact with each other.

"Boys," Pascale called out putting a stop to the shoving match that the boys were just about to start, "Behave, I don't want Elle to think I raised animals instead of men."

"Sorry mom," both boys said as they looked over at Pascale.

"Come on Elle," Pascale said as she grabbed my hand and led me into her beautiful house.

As we walked further into the house I could hear Arthur tell Charles how beautiful I was and that he was lucky to be with someone so pretty.

"So dear, how is are you? Is my son treating you well?" Pascale said as she lead me towards the couch in the living room.

"Im doing good Mrs. Leclerc." I said smiling at Charles mom. "Charles is a perfect gentleman, you raised him well" I added as I watched Charles walk into the living room and sit down beside me on the couch.

"Oh Elle, please call me Pascale... Mrs. Leclerc makes me feel old."

"You are old mom," teased Arthur as he sat down beside his mother on the couch. Which earned him a gentle slap to the back of the head from mother.

"Ouch... So how are you liking Monaco," questioned Arthur as he rubbed his head in the spot his mom had just smacked him.

"Im really loving it, everyone I have met here have been super nice." I responded as I looked over towards Arthur and Pascale smiling.

"Oh Im so glad," Pascale said as she reached over towards my hand in a reassuring gesture, "Charles has mentioned how you guys first met... it's absolutely adorable that you guys kept running into each other."

I could feel Charles arm wrap around me as he pulled me closer into his sides, "Im just glad I kept running into you... it took me a couple run ins to finally get the courage to ask you out." Charles said just before he kissed me on the forehead.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Pascale had lifted her hand towards her chest with a happy expression on her face as she watched her middle son interact in a loving way with his new girlfriend, while Arthur was pretending to gag.

"Im just glad he got his head out of his ass," Joked Arthur "you should have heard him the whole flight home... complaining about how stupid he is for not getting your name or number."

Charles rolled his eyes at his brothers behaviour and reached for the pillow beside him and threw it at Arthur smacking him right in the face.

The shocked look on Arthur's face made everyone burst out laughing.

"Oh Elle, do you think you can handle my crazy family?" Pascale asks with a big grin on her face.

Laughing I replied, "yes.. I think my family is even crazier then yours if that is possible... you should see how me and my sister behave when we are together."

"Then I think you are going to make an excellent addition to our crazy family." Pascale said as she shook her head at her sons. You could see how much Pascal loved her boys and how happy it made her to have her boys at home with her.

"Where is Lorenzo?" Asked Charles as he started looking around the house wondering where his older brother was.

"He's on a work trip." Pascale answered as she smiled at her middle son and his girlfriend, "he told me to tell you that he is sorry he isn't here and that he can't wait to meet the women who has made his little brother smile again."

I looked over towards Charles with a questioning look. Was he not happy before he met me?

"Before I met you I was having a rough patch... especially because I was struggling on the race track and in my personal life." Charles said as he gave me a reassuring smile.

"We hated Charles ex girlfriend," mumbled Arthur just loud enough so that Pascal and I could here. Thankful Charles didn't hear or Arthur would have gotten another pillow to the head.

"Maybe Elle will be your lucky charm" suggested Pascale as she observed how her middle son and his girlfriend were interacting with each other. She could already tell that her son had met his match and that Elle seemed like the perfect person for her son.

"Elle, are you excited to be going to the races this year?" Asked Arthur

"Very excited, though I think I will be in the red-bull hospitality and Garage with Penelope and Kelly most of the weekends." I said as I looked over towards Charles, wondering how he would feel about his girlfriend spending most of her time in the red-bull area of the paddock instead of in the Ferrari area with him.

"Oh Belle, I think I will be able to convince Max to let you be in my garage during the races" Charles said with a determined look on his face. "Im not going to let him take away my good luck charm." Charles added as he gave me a wink, instantly I could feel a blush start to creep up my face.

"When did you become such a romantic," teased Arthur as he looked over towards his brother, the look of admiration present on his face.

"The moment I found Elle," replied Charles as he winked at me.

God... why is this man so hot when he winks at me like that... i could feel the blush start to form as I looked away from Charles gaze.

"Oh no!" Pascale exclaimed as she stood up quickly from the couch. "I've been so distracted with getting to know Elle, I forgot to offer you something to drink."

"It's okay mom," Charles said as he stood up from the couch as well "you sit down Arthur and I will go get us all something to drink."

As Charles started to walk out of the room he turned and winked at me before continuing on into the kitchen

"Thanks boys" Pascale said as she sat back down on the couch.

"Thank you Elle, I have never seen my son so happy. For a long time the only thing that would bring him happiness and put a smile on his face was racing. Ever since the death of my husband he has been very guarded especially when it come to his heart. I think it is because he is terrified to lose another loved one. Even when he was with his ex-girlfriend Tessa you could tell he was holding back on loving her. You have only been in his life for less than a month and you have changed his outlook on finding love."

As I listened to Pascale talk I couldn't help the tears that started to roll down my face.

"Oh Honey," Pascale said as she pulled me into her arms, giving me a sense of comfort as I thought about everything that Charles has went through with the death of his father, and everything that Pascal went through when her husband passed away... leaving her to take care of her three boys all alone.

"He saved me too," I said as the realization hit me, I may have saved Charles but he had also saved me. Especially after everything that Jake had put me through.

Charles came back into the room carrying a bottle of white wine, Arthur following closely behind carrying four wine glasses.

As soon as Charles locked eyes with me from across the room he could tell that I had been crying. With a concerned look on his face he rushed over to where I was sitting and pulled me into his arms whispering 'are you okay?'

Nodding my head yes, instantly feeling comforted by the fact Charles was sitting down beside me once again. Charles wasted no time resting his arm around my shoulder, grinning as he absentmindedly began rubbing his thumb up and down my arm as my body melted into his embrace.

Once Charles noticed that I was okay, he reached forward and began pouring the wine into the glasses, handing everyone a glass when he was finished.

"To love... Happiness... and winning some races." Charles said as he held his glass of wine in the air

"Cheers," everyone said as we all took a sip of our wine.

From across the room I could see Arthur studying his big brothers moments. A big smile on his face as he watched his brother interact with Elle, he had never seen his brother so happy. Growing up Charles had always been his role model and mentor on and off the track. The brothers both working hard to achieve their dreams, and now that Charles had achieved his dream of driving in formula one, he could see his older brothers dreams evolving as they got older and older. Charles made it perfectly clear that his next goal besides winning the world racing championship was to get married and start a family. The minute Arthur met Elle, he knew that Charles was going to accomplish his goal of finding his wife sooner then they both thought, and it would not surprise him if Charles and Elle got engaged by the end of the year.

"Mom, why don't we just order a pizza?" Suggested Charles, "That way you can relax and not have to worry about cooking."

"Ooh..." answered Pascale her eyes widened at the idea of having pizza for dinner and not having to cook, "but the restaurant we order pizza from doesn't deliver so one of us will have to go pick it up."

"I can pick it up mom," Charles offered "Elle do you want to come with? Or you can stay with my mom."

"I will stay with you mom Charles, Im really loving getting to know her better."

"Arthur why don't you go with your brother, that way Elle and I can have some girl time,"

"We should probably order the pizza soon," suggested Charles as he look at the time on his watch.

"Yes we should. Elle is it okay if we order Charles favourite pizza?" Questioned Pascale "I promised him on the phone this morning that if he came tonight, I would make him his favourite meal."

"Of course," I said as I could feel Charles looking at me with a look that made me want to melt from happiness.

"You are going to love it." Charles said with a big smile on his face as he thought of his favourite pizza.

Pascale quickly pulled out her phone from her pocket and phoned the restaurant ordering the pizza.

Hanging up the phone she looked over at Charles and Arthur, "Boys the pizza will be ready for pick up in 20 minutes, maybe you guys should leave in the next couple of minutes. Its about a fifteen minute drive to the restaurant from here."

"Okay, ladies we will be back soon," Charles said has he stood up from his spot on the couch, leaning down and kissed my lips, before heading towards his mom to kiss her cheek.

Charles walked over towards the door, where his car keys were hanging and made his way to his car.

"Bye Ladies," Arthur said as he followed his brother out the door.

"God, I never thought they would leave," Joked Pascale as she smiled at me.

Pascale and I sat down on the couch and chatted about anything that came into our minds. I felt so comfortable with her that I even told her about everything that happened with Jake. Just like Charles, Pascale made me feel comfortable and safe the moment I met her. Pascale was an amazing person and I could already tell that her and I would have a good relationship.

Time seemed to fly by when I was with the Leclerc family, and before we knew it Charles Ferrari pulled into the driveway.

Seconds later Charles walked into the house carrying two bouquets of flowers in his hands as Arthur carried in the two boxes of pizza.

"For the two beautiful women in my life," Charles said as he walked over towards both Pascale and me.

I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my lips as I watched Charles walk into the house carrying the most beautiful bouquet of flowers I had ever seen in my life... flowers are not cheap and they mist have cost a fortune.

Pascale quickly walked up to Charle and grabbed the flowers, saying a quick thank you as she followed Arthur into the kitchen to set the table for dinner.

"For you," murmured Charles as he walked closer to where I was now standing. Holding the bouquet in one hand and pulled me close with the other.

"Thanks Babe," I said shocked that Charles had bought me some flowers.

"Anything for you mon Cheri," Charles said as he leaned down and kissed my lips softly.

I melted into his kiss as fireworks once again went off in my body, it felt like time had stopped and that there was no one but be and Charles.

"Uh hum," Arthur said clearing his throat trying to get both Charles and my attention. "Im sorry to interrupt your love fest but dinner is on the table." Arthur added as he teased his brother.

Pulling away from the kiss I could help by laugh at the look on Charles face, he was very annoyed that Arthur interrupted his kiss with you.

"Don't worry Elle, we will get him back one day... he just needs to find a girlfriend that will tolerate him," teased Charles as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the kitchen.

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ferrarihamilton · 7 months

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Begging on my knees for a snippet of frat yukierre 🧎🏼‍♀️

I REALLY THOUGHT I HAD CRACKED MY WRITERS BLOCK WITH THIS ONE. alas. here's almost 2k that hopefully i will finish one day, inspired by yuki's outfit back in miami:

Pierre does make a pros/cons spreadsheet when he’s keeping track of all his bids, and he talks to his parents and his older brothers but at the end of the day he picks his frat mostly based on which one played the least shit music during rush, which lands him in SigEp. It’s a good choice: the house is newly renovated with a pool, and they don’t make him do anything too awful or offensively American for pledge, thank fuck.

But most importantly, SigEp is on good terms with most of the sorority houses. This means every weekend Pierre gets to flirt with a pretty girl over beer pong and drink Rolling Rocks instead of Coors.

Their last mixer before finals is with ADPi, which he’s glad for: the ADPi girls are hot but not crazy, and the other frat there is SigNu, who are always a good mix of chill and rowdy. He does the rounds before things get too wild, dialing his smile up a notch when he says hello to the girls he already knows, leaning on his vowels as he lets himself get introduced to a gaggle of littles in identical neon bandeaus.

“Are you French?” one of them asks, eyes wide.

“Oui,” he says, patiently, and smirks as they all giggle again. Amy and Laura, behind them, simultaneously roll their eyes, and Pierre winks at them. He’s hooked up with both of them before— together and separately, and he wouldn’t be opposed to a repeat, but the night is still young. He’s in no hurry.

He’s finishing his third beer and flirting with a girl from his stats class when Charles— who isn’t even in Greek life, and somehow gets invited to most mixers all the same— appears next to him.

“Pierre, mate,” she says, in a tone that never means any good. The other girl makes herself scarce almost immediately, because Charles has a reputation for being sweet until she’s not. Pierre suppresses a sigh and turns to her.

“Hello Charles,” Pierre says drily. “Yes, I am good, thank you for asking. How are you?”

Charles flashes him a crinkly smile, either oblivious or uncaring of his sarcasm. “Have you met Yuki?” she asks in French.

“Who?”

Charles points over her shoulder at a guy on the other side of the room. He’s wearing a bright pink shirt in a shiny fabric, with matching shorts. “Yuki, he’s from Japan. He is a mech-E major.”

Pierre raises his eyebrows. He’s known Charles his entire life, and she’s never meddled with his hook ups before. “I think you are supposed to show me a girl, no? You will get in trouble with the ADPi board.” He still looks though, because why wouldn’t he. The guy’s back is turned to them, talking to some people around the beer pong sign-ups. “He’s not my type.”

Charles just grins and starts shouldering her way through the crowd. Pierre shakes his head, feeling a smile pull at his mouth, and grabs another beer before following her.

“Yuki!” Charles calls when they get close.

Yuki turns around, breaking into a smile when he catches sight of Charles. It’s a nice smile. He’s short— shorter than most of the girls here, even, with round, soft features and broad shoulders. He’s wearing a pink snapback backwards, and his shirt is unbuttoned all the way.

Pierre knows he’s staring. Next to him, he can feel Charles’ smugness radiating off of her.

“Hey Charles,” Yuki says, holding his fist out for a fistbump. Once Charles has knocked their knuckles together, he turns to Pierre, looking up through his eyelashes at expectantly. “I’m Yuki,” he says. His lower lip is pinker than the top one, like he’s been biting it. On a girl, Pierre would call his expression coy.

“Pierre.” Pierre’s mouth is dry. He can’t stop looking at the line of Yuki’s tummy where his shirt is open. He wonders if he slipped a hand there, if Yuki’s waist would feel as solid as it looks.

“I know,” Yuki says. “I was in Intro to Civil last year.”

Pierre had TA’d that class last year, a freshman paper. Which makes Yuki a sophomore. “But you’re a mech major?”

Yuki shrugs, his grin widening. “Guess you were a shit TA.”

Pierre surprises himself by laughing. Charles, who had stepped around Yuki to peer at the beer pong board, gives Pierre a shit-eating smile of delight and two thumbs up, before disappearing into the crowd.

Yuki’s beaming up at him now. It makes Pierre feel powerful, confident; he puts on his best smile and angles his body so he’s leaning against the wall, facing Yuki. “You’re with Sigma Nu?”

Yuki looks him up and down. His smile falls into something more private, and Pierre’s about to straighten up, thinking he read the situation wrong, when Yuki deadpans, “No, I’m with ADPi.”

Pierre relaxes, laughs again. “I mean,” he drawls. “You’re the right height.”

“Hey, oi!” Yuki shoves at his shoulder. He’s laughing too. Pierre’s already leaning against the wall, so the movement does nothing but bring Yuki closer to him. His hands feel sure, strong. He’s the perfect size to fit against Pierre’s side, under his arm.

He takes a sip of his drink, smirking. “And what are you wearing, all this pink and purple? Definitely a sorority girl.”

“I’m on theme.” Yuki waves at the rest of the room, decorated with LED lights and projections of city skylines for the vaporwave theme, whatever the fuck that means. “Unlike you. Lazy. Every other frat boy here is wearing a white graphic t-shirt too.”

“You live in a frat too,” Pierre points out. It’s hard to forget, with the way he looks: open shirt, shorts string untied at the hips, snapback and sunglasses and delicate chain on his collarbones.

"A better one," Yuki says, grinning.

“No way, your house is old as fuck. And we’ve got a pool.”

“Not all of us need a pool to get people wet,” Yuki says, straight-faced, and Pierre squawks, startled, before laughing so hard he’s basically crying. When he wipes his eyes, Yuki is watching him, the apples of his cheeks dimpled with how wide he’s smiling.

He ducks his head when Pierre catches him, picking up his drink again, and asks, “You’re from France?”

The change of subject is so cute that Pierre gives in, and slides an inch closer to Yuki so their arms are touching. He can feel the muscles in Yuki’s bicep jump, briefly, before he’s pressing back, warm and sweaty. “What gave it away?”

“Charles told me.”

“Ohhhh,” Pierre makes an exaggerated sound. “You were talking about me, were you?”

Yuki rolls his eyes. They're crowded close together in the packed room, though they still have to raise their voices to speak. Yuki's smirking a bit at him. From this angle, he has to tilt his chin almost all the way up to look at Pierre.

“Want to play beer pong?” Pierre asks. He feels hot under is collar, clammy at his armpits.

“Fuck yes,” Yuki says. It’s hard to tell under the dimmed lights, but it looks like he’s blushing, and he’d stumbled just a teeny bit before replying. Pierre puts his hand on his lower back, steers him to the end of the beer pong table.

They win, easily. The girls on the other side of the table pout, which Pierre is definitely going to get a word about from his chapter president in the morning: the unspoken rule is to let the girls sink some cups in, break the ice for conversation later, but Pierre is having too much fun listening to Yuki’s cheers every time he makes a shot, feeling his body next to his, sweaty in the packed room. When he sinks his third cup in a row, he wraps an arm around Yuki’s waist without thinking, lifts him up. His side is warm, and Yuki turns his face into his neck for a moment when he puts him down. Pierre can feel him grinning against his shoulder.

“Bravo, bravo.”

“We make a good team,” Pierre says.

“We?” Yuki shoots back. “I sunk more cups than you.”

“One more cup than me.”

“One more is still more. Better start practicing.” Yuki touches his wrist, easily, with warm fingers. Pierre has to lean down to hear him, which puts him right in line with the shock of his neon cap. He steals it, puts it backwards on himself.

“How do I look?”

“Like a frat boy,” Yuki says. He’s teasing, but he’s also fixing Pierre with the growing smile of someone who starting to realise they’re going to get laid tonight, so Pierre doesn’t mind much. He can feel a matching smile on his own face.

“Want another drink?”

Yuki gives him a once over, so deliberate. “Not really.”

It’s still pretty early. If Pierre was doing this, he’d draw it out a little, maybe talk to someone else for a bit, circle back around to Yuki when it got closer to midnight.

“SigNu house is a bit far from here,” he says.

“It’s like, 15 minutes.”

Pierre grins. “SigEp is 10.”

Yuki rolls his eyes. “Let me get a drink. Then we can go.”

“Thought you didn’t want another drink.”

“I realised I need another one to deal with you.”

Pierre grins again. He can’t stop; he feels a bit giddy. “I can get them. Meet you outside in five."

When they meet out the front, he says, “Here," innocently, and hands Yuki the White Claw he’d nicked from Amy’s secret stash.

Yuki rolls his eyes, but still says, “Thanks,” and cracks it open to chug immediately. He gets halfway before making a face.

“Don’t like it?”

“American alcohol sucks.” He eyes the fresh Coors in Pierre’s hand. “Do you actually like that?”

Pierre does have some taste, so of course he doesn’t. “We’re in the land of the free,” he says. “Need to get the full experience.”

Yuki snorts. It's unbearably cute.

“I do miss wine though,” Pierre says.

“Mmm,” Yuki says. “Have you been to the Connection? They have a good selection, for pretty cheap too.” “You’ll have to take me,” Pierre says.

Yuki raises an eyebrow, like it’s a challenge. “Okay.”

He’s still at the top of the porch, much too far away for Pierre’s liking. He’s taller than Pierre, now that Pierre’s standing two steps down.

“You’re cute,” Pierre says.

“You wear too much cologne.”

“Bro." Pierre sniffs his collar. "No I don’t.”

“You don’t,” Yuki says, smirking. “But you were worried for a second.”

Pierre can’t remember the last time he genuinely laughed this much at a mixer. He shoves Yuki a little, then has to lean forward to reel him back in when it looks like Yuki might lose his balance.

“That was so your fault,” Yuki accuses.

“You didn’t spill your drink,” Pierre says instead of denying it. They're very close now, enough that Pierre can smell the sugar of White Claw on Yuki's breath. Pierre’s still got his hands on his hip and shoulder from steadying him; his body is just as solid as Pierre thought it would be.

“I have priorities,” Yuki says, and there’s a beat of pause, and then Yuki’s leaning down and slotting their lips together, still smiling as he kisses him. Pierre shifts, tightening his grip as he kisses back, pulling Yuki down and straining up. He licks Yuki’s lower lip and catches it against his teeth.

When they pull apart, Pierre tries to dive back in immediately. Yuki steps away, still smiling. “Let’s go,” he says.

#and then they fuck nasty etc etc #yukierre #jo writes fic #the day i actually finish this one i'll pop some massive fucking bottles bc i had such grand visions about #yuki getting fucked in his little pink and purple miami outfit

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All Hallow’s Eve (A Stranger At My Gate Drabble)

summary: A little look at what is, technically, Tessa and Pero’s second Halloween together.

rating: G (though my entire blog and its contents are only for those 18+)

word count: 1.5k (I’m still counting it as a drabble, fight me)

a/n: I started having some Tessa and Pero thoughts on my walk home from work this afternoon, then cranked this out after dinner. It occurred to me that it might be fun to spend just a moment or two with these two today, given the importance of All Hallow’s Eve to their story. Happy Halloween, everyone!

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Pero will never admit this out loud, but he secretly loves when Tessa fusses over him. Little touches that show that she cares, like she’s doing now, adjusting the collar of the white shirt that lays under the light blue vest she’d picked out for him.

“Alright, Flynn Rider, gimme your best smolder.”

“I will do no such thing,” he replies evenly, scowling at her.

“Perfect.”

“Hey now,” Pero grumbles, reaching down to tickle her side, “it worked on you, didn’t it?”

Tessa lets out a small shriek and twists away from him.

“Pero, behave. I promised Amie we’d hand out candy at her place while she and Thom take the kids trick-or-treating and we cannot be late.”

“With you in that dress, mi amor?” He cocks an eyebrow at the frilly purple garment that is turning his love into Rapunzel for the evening. “I make no promises.”

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“Moira make it to Florida okay, Tess?” Henry says as she and Pero fill bowls of candy in her sister’s kitchen.

“She texted me when she landed earlier,” Tessa confirms.

“Tessa said she goes on this trip with her witch friends every All Hallow’s Eve?” Pero asks.

Amie nods.

“And Moira never misses a year when it’s Nancy’s turn to host. The woman takes to South Beach like a spring break co-ed.”

Henry barks out a laugh.

“Remind us, Pero, to tell you one day about the time we had to bail the whole lot of them out of the Miami-Dade County jail when they got booked on disorderly conduct.”

As with every nugget of information Tessa’s family shares with him about Moira, Pero is equally impressed and terrified.

Thom wrangles the kids into the kitchen, their whole family outfitted this year as Toy Story characters. Molly, Toby, and Finn — done up as Bo Peep, Rex, and Woody — rush to give their aunt and uncles hugs before racing out the door, eager to start collecting candy. Thom places a big red cowboy hat onto his wife’s head, completing her Jessie ensemble, and she helps him shuffle out the door sideways so as not to damage his Buzz Lightyear wings.

“Be good until we get back, you crazy kids!” Henry shouts at Tessa and Pero, one hand on Walter’s leash and the other around Martin’s waist. The two of them had decided to go out with the kids this year, wanting the chance to show off their costumes as Blue and Josh after the rain had thwarted everyone’s trick-or-treating plans last year.

Tessa and Pero settle themselves on Amie and Thom’s front stoop. The whole month of October has served as the last round of modern holiday education for Pero, Tessa and the rest of the Walsh family including him in their Halloween traditions as they had those of Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, St. Patrick’s Day, Easter, and the Fourth of July over the past year. Pumpkins Pero had picked and helped to carve now stood guard on either side of Tessa’s front door. He’s gone on a hayride and wandered his way through a corn maze. He’s watched spooky movies and been the eager beneficiary of Tessa’s return to fall cooking, their house always smelling of pumpkin, cinnamon, apples…

And now, he’s let her dress him up to partake in the tradition of costumes and trick-or-treating, happy to spend a few hours dressed up like that Flynn character from that movie with the long-haired girl with the pretty voice if it means he gets to see Tessa all done up in her lace-edged dress, an innocent pink bow sewn to the neckline between her breasts that makes him think anything but innocent thoughts.

Paper bags with battery-powered tea lights line the driveway and front walk, a collection of carved pumpkins are clustered on either side of the door. The air is cool and crisp, the sky cloudless, the faint smell of fallen leaves on the breeze. The yellow glow of the porch light lets folks know there’s candy to be had at this house, and turns Tessa’s hair appropriately golden.

Slowly, children and families start wandering up. There are a few costumes he recognizes, classics like vampires and ghosts, a number of tiny witches to whom Tessa gives a little extra candy, characters from that movie The Wizard of Oz that Tessa loves so much. There are plenty of others he doesn’t — a lot of young girls are going as Ms. Marvel this year, and many teenagers and grown women are the Scarlet Witch. Tessa coos over a young boy dressed as the Mandalorian (who, she insists, Pero is a dead ringer for, even if he doesn’t see it), who comes up to get candy along with his Jack Russell terrier dressed as Grogu.

Some of the children eye Pero with trepidation, the inherent spookiness of the holiday and the shadows cast by the porch light making him look even more intimidating than usual. But then a girl of about five dressed in an absolutely precious Rapunzel gown of her own approaches them, and Tessa and Pero can see the look on her face change when she realizes who they’re dressed as.

“You’re Flynn Rider!” she squeals, then marches straight up to Pero to loudly whisper in his ear, “You’re my favorite Disney prince.”

Pero has had enough practice at playing pretend with Tessa’s niece and nephews that he’s able to get over his surprise and muster up a suitable reaction.

“Thank you, princesa,” he says, giving the girl a courtly little bow from where he sits. He drops an extra large handful of candy into her bag with a wink, and she practically sprints back down the drive to her waiting parents, loudly telling them how Flynn Rider and Rapunzel live at that house.

Tessa giggles next to him and leans her head on his shoulder, murmuring something about how she knew Flynn would be a great costume for him. But Pero is lost in thought, the mirror image of this scenario playing out in his head, in which he and Tessa are the ones standing at the end of the drive, and the little girl in the princess dress running excitedly to meet them is theirs.

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Once they’re home, Tessa plops their doggy bag of leftover candy down on the counter and goes to get herself a glass of water. Pero unlaces his boots, tugging them off and placing them on the mat. There are so many places for his things now in the house, so many reminders in every room that this place is theirs, not just Tessa’s alone.

When he straightens again and looks to her she’s gazing out the window over the sink, the one that in the daylight offers a view of the woods that conceal the Gate in their depths. Pero makes his way over to her and wraps his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head.

“You are thinking very loudly, angel.”

Tessa sighs, but it’s a contented sound.

“I was just remembering…it was a year ago tonight.”

Pero hums.

“I’ve been thinking about it, too.”

Tessa turns in his arms, resting her hands on his chest.

“You left quite a first impression that evening.”

Pero grimaces, imagining the way he must have looked, wet, injured, unkempt, unconscious, Tessa and Henry literally dragging him into the house that first night to take care of him.

“You were quite a surprise too, you know,” he tells her.

“Oh yes? What was it exactly?” She teases him gently. “My house full of magical gadgets? My inability to understand any of your languages? My absolutely incredible grilled cheese sandwich-making skills?”

Pero shakes his head, brushing the tip of his nose against Tessa’s.

“You were so kind to me,” he murmurs. “So kind when you had no reason to be. And you weren’t afraid.” He says it like he still can’t quite believe it.

“Of you? Never.” Tessa curls her fingers into his shirt. “You were mine, right from the start, even if it took me a while to realize it. And I was yours.”

A year. A whole year she’s been his, a whole year they’ve belonged to each other. It’s not enough. Pero wonders if any amount of time ever will be.

He slots his lips over hers and kisses her, loving the way she responds, always meeting him kiss for kiss. Tessa never leaves any room for doubt that she wants him.

She pulls away for a moment, a suggestive glint of mischief in her eye.

“Trick or treat, Pero?”

His answering grin is her only warning before he scoops her up and tosses her over his shoulder, pulling an indignant squawk out of her.

“I think, mi amor,” he says, heading for their bedroom with his prize, “I won’t be satisfied until I’ve tried both.”

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pero tovar x ofc #Pero Tovar #pero tovar fanfic

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