hey could you please do a one shot for pierre where he wonโt admit that he is sick and still does race but is ill during the race and he says on radio that all he wants is you and then you comfort him
DESCRIPTION I Pierre might pretend is not sick, but sometimes you know your boyfriend more than he knows himself
PAIRING I Pierre Gasly ร fem!reader
WORDS COUNT I 1,5k
A/N I It felt good to write about Pierre again?? I love that stupid boy with my whole heart. I changed the end a little i think so i hope youโll love it babe ๐ค
โAre you sure youโre alright?โ
You knew a lot of things in life. The integrality of your favorite authorโs bibliography, almost every line from your favorite sitcom and the entire calendar of the F1 season to follow your boyfriend.
But there was one thing you definitely knew by heart: your boyfriend. You could figure out every one of his little reactions and understand what he was thinking or going through. Whatever Pierre said, he was an open book for you.ย
Honestly, you didnโt even try to memorize everything, you just did. Or maybe you just had a very demonstrative boyfriend that was terrible at hiding his feelings.
โFor the hundredth time, yes, Iโm fine.โ Pierre answeredโฆcoughing. Which made you frown and wondered when he was going to stop lying.
You tried to tell him that no, it might not be a good idea to bathe in the hotelโs pool last week after his podium. Sure he was happy and you wanted to celebrate just as much. But the temperature was low outside and in the pool. It was just a good way to get sick when he had a race this weekend too.
Needless to say Pierre was as stubborn as a mule. So he did go to the pool with his friends while you watched. You even took pictures. To remember that night. And to remind him how stupid it was when he would be sick.
โSo we are totally going to ignore the fact you were super warm last night?โ you asked, putting a hand on his forehead to check his temperature. He was still warm but this idiot didnโt want to take anything.
โThatโs because I was sleeping next to you, chรฉrie.โ
You laughed, not even bothering to remind him he didnโt need to flirt with you. After three years, itโs not like he needed to win you again. You were all his. Even when he was annoying like that. You just hit the same forehead you were gently checking a few seconds ago. To which Pierre reacted by grabbing your wrist to make you climb him. When he approached his face, and more precisely his lips from yours, you pushed him away.
โThere is no way Iโm kissing your sick mouth.โ
โIโm not sick!โ
โYou totally are!โย
Pierre rolled his eyes right when his phone rang. It was time to go to the circuit. There was no time for jokes anymore. The reality was there: your boyfriend was going to race because he refused to admit he felt bad. You sighed, letting him get up and take his stuff. There was nothing you could do. And even if you tried, it was too late.ย
โLetโs pretend that Iโm sick. Which Iโm not!โ Pierre told you when you woke up this morning. โIโm institing on the not.โ
โI got it, Gasly. Go Onโ.
โSo letโs pretend Iโm sick. The race is today, the team clearly doesnโt have the time to call a reserve driver to take my place. And I canโt let them have only one car today. It would be a mess. So even if Iโm sick, which Iโm not again, I canโt miss it.โ
Sometimes you wondered if you were engaged to Pierre or to F1. Maybe a little bit of both.
Maybe it should have been a sign for Pierre that when the taxi drove you to the circuit, he turned white. You hold his hand, trying to comfort him even if, of course, he was absolutely not sick. He was just a driver with motion sickness. How logical.
As always, the craziness of the event took over everything once you put a foot on the circuit. Pierre got monopolized by the team to get ready, do some interviews and all that stuff. Meaning, you absolutely lost sight of your boyfriend. So you tried to think about anything else to stop worrying about his condition. You saw the other girlfriends and spent some time with them. And it worked for a good moment.ย
Even when you watched the parade together, you absolutely forgot about Pierre being sick in your hotel room earlier.ย
No, not sick. He wasnโt, thatโs what he said.
So you sat in the Alpine motorhome, putting on your headphones to ear Pierre through the race. And it wasnโt after the first lap that you remember all the mess that had happened before.ย
When you saw him miss a corner. He managed to go back on the road naturally, so you assumed it was just a mistake.
And when it happened again, on the same lap, you understood it was more than that.
โEverything alright?โ his engineer asked on the radio.
But Pierre didnโt answer.
You thought that maybe you had missed his answer in the mess of the race. Or maybe he didnโt take the time to answer because he was focused on the road.
But when it became obvious that something was wrong, you started to worry.
โPierre, is everything alright?โ he got asked once again.ย
โSometimes I hate how everyone can hear our radio, you know. Other teams, the publicโฆ I wish I could have some private conversation with my team.โ he told you one day.
โWhy, you want to flirt with them?โ you replied, laughing, which led to a night full of flirting and love making.
But now you understand why he wanted to have a private conversation.
โNo.โ Pierre simply replied and your heart just broke.
โDo you want to stop?โ His engineer must have noticed how bad he felt because there was no world in which a team would ask its driver to stop driving.
โIs [y/n] there?โย
Everyone looked at you. And oh boy you hated how suddenly the world was on your shoulder. You gave his engineer just one look. A look that held a question. To which he answered with a simple nod.
โBabyโ. You couldnโt find any other words. What were you even supposed to say? Reassure him? Seeing him drive like that you were ready to stand in front of the car to stop him. โPlease, tell me whatโs wrong.โ
โYou know whatโs wrong.โ and this absolutely didnโt sound bad at all.ย
You knew Pierre by heart. Every little reaction. Every tone in his voice. Every look.
So you knew what he was waiting for.ย
For your approval.
โStop, please.โ you asked him.
And then nothing. You just waited. Staring at the screen. Hoping he would listen to you. Hoping he wonโt make a mistake. Praying for his safety.
โHeโs stopping.โ you heard his engineer say. For himself, for the team. And maybe to reassure you too.ย
You watched as he entered the pitlane. You followed the car carefully, waiting until he was parked to be sure he was safe for good. Youโve never been more scared for Pierre than at this precise moment.ย
Not even when he crashed in previous races. Accidents happened and he always managed to reassure you immediately. This time was different. You had a sick boyfriend stuck in a car and nothing could assure you that he would be fine. What if he gets unconscious before he can get out? What if itโs worse than you imagine?
You closed your eyes, just a few seconds, like you needed to get ready for what you were going to see. And thankfully, it wasnโt as bad as you imagine.ย
Pierre struggled to get out, like his legs couldnโt support the rest of his body. Some mechanics held him and helped walk inside. Thatโs when you took over. You immediately ran to him and took him in your arms. It probably didnโt even help him because you hugged him so hard you probably could have made him fall in reverse. But it didnโt matter. He was here.
And you could feel Pierre relief when he started to hug you back. He still had his helmet on so when he put his head on top of yours, it wasnโt comfortable for either of you. But when he grabbed your shirt and how fast his heart was beating was enough. He needed you. You were here.
โToo early to say I tried to warn you?โ After all that mess, Pierre asked the team to avoid the media. And even if they technically disagree, they knew they didnโt have the choice. Pierre looked awfully sick. So they let the both of you leave the race before the end and go back to the hotel room so he could rest before you fly back home the following day.ย
So you were laying in bed, after you helped Pierre take a shower. If he wasnโt sick, you would melt for his soft look: his hair was messy and he was wearing one of his too big sweatshirts, looking like a big baby in your arms. You were massaging his forehead. This was why you laughed when he moved his head to look at you.
โToo early.โ he groaned before cuddling against you. You pinched your lips to not laugh again and not insist on all the things he told you to keep racing. That man was stubborn as hell.
But damn, how annoying your life would be without him.
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๐๐๐๐บ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐: witch!reader and potions master!pierre run a cute little shop to fulfill anyoneโs magical needs. itโs nearing valentineโs day, and the shop is bombarded with desperate humans looking for love charms & potions, even though thereโs no magic spell strong enough to replicate true love. oddly, news travels from a few villages over that thereโs a potions master who managed to make a real love potion. pierre has to get his hands on itโfor the bit, obviously. thereโs no way it will work.ย
๐๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด: 18+ only. explicit. not beta read. witchcraft. familiars. cunnilngus. aphrodisiacs. inherent dubcon. vaginal sex. unsafe sex. sudden orgasm? desperation. coming inside. vague structure and explanation of magic.
๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐ป๐: 5k words.
๐๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด: pierre gasly x fem!black!reader
๐๐ด๐ฒ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฒ: oneshot.
๐๐๐ผ๐๐ป๐ฑ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ: need to know โข doja cat
๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ: inspired by amortentia. what can i say at every fanfic writer's core, theyโve read an unhealthy amount of hp ffโs, i donโt make up the rules. we know pierre is a fiend, but uh, i do not even feel like i truly tapped into his true unhinged power with this. n joy, loves !!!
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the shop has been open for fifty-five minutes and itโs already been overwhelmed by desperate humans. valentineโs day is tomorrow; and every naive soul is scrambling to get a love charm or potion. the problem with that is: thereโs no magic spell or potion able to mirror true love. however, nobody coming into the shop appreciates that answer.ย
after the third time a customer hysterically screamed at you for saying thereโs no such thing as a โlove spell,โ you made a slight tweak to the doorbell. now, every time the door opens a bass-boosted audio of you screaming, โLOVE POTIONS, CHARMS, OR SPELLS DO NOT EXISTโ echoed through the shop. unfortunately, that message did not seem to help. you had to change the way you welcomed customers when they stepped up to the counter.
โgood morning! welcome in to runes and brews; if youโre looking for a spell of true love, it doesnโt exist. nor does a potion or charm. the most i can offer is a hyperfixation charm, which makes the subject pay more attention to you for twelve hours. this charm doesnโt affect their emotions, you still have to make them attracted to you with your, hopefully, natural charm. are you interested in one, theyโre buy-one-get-one free for valentineโs day?โ
your customer service grimace smile is stained across your lips as you parrot the same words to each customer. youโve become an npc. the customers try to interrupt your spiel, but you act as if itโs a piece of unskippable dialogue. if theyโre going to come here and harass you over their inability to rizz somebody upโtheyโre sure as hell going to listen when you speak. at this point, youโve adopted the โit is what it isโ mentality. youโre selling a record number of hyper-fixation charms, you think you might run out of your entire supply hours before the store closes.ย
at first, you felt a little guilty about selling these charms to the desperate souls. all they want is true love and you can only offer a temporary fix. but after youโve been screamed at countless times for telling these non-magiques that you canโt supply them with what theyโre asking for, the guilt quickly transforms to โidgaf.โ with a twitching eye, you kindly told the customers inside the store to wait just a few seconds while you adjusted the doorโs charm.ย
you grab the outer doorknob with a hand covered in lapis powder, and imbue it with your aura to edit the current protection spell. thankfully, you remembered to meditate this morning, so casting comes easily. you breathe deeply, before releasing the handle and you make your way back towards the customers. and suddenly, the amount of people entering the shop decreases dramatically.
you have such a manic grin on your face that the customers inside the building stare at you in mild terror. one of the humans swallows their fear, and asks the question theyโre all afraid to hear the answer to, โw-what did you do to the uh- to the d-door?โ
the lights brighten around you as your grin grows larger, and you nonchalantly answer, โthe door reads your intentions before you step inside. if a customer plans to come in and harass me over what is magically impossible, they get cursed.โ
the humans gasp in fear, and youโre eyes widen in realization, โoh! no-no, donโt worry, itโs nothing bad! itโs just a floating rose that screams out โi have no rizzโ to every person they talk to for the next forty-eight hours. theyโve ruined their own valentineโs day with their terrible manners,โ you state proudly.
the mass of customers inside thins out pretty quickly after that.ย
thankfully, the door charm seems to do the trick with keeping out unruly folks. youโre able to start working on requests from your usual customersโthe barkeep needs her rune for a bottomless keg replenished, the butcher needs his new set of utensils charmed with sharpness, the bakerโs assistant needs your help working on the heating charm for the warming-tables, and so on and so forth. you get a new vampire customer today, requesting a sunshade potionโthey indulge in telling you that theyโre planning to spend valentineโs day outside with their human partner as a surprise. you coo at the vampire adorably as you check them out, and you see their cheeks faintly tint with pinkโthey must have fed recently. this is why being open for valentineโs day is worth it to you; customers like this remind you that true love still exists.
you wish him luck with his surprise, and hand over the potion, which was made by your true love, pierre. who was supposed to be helping you in the shop about thirty minutes ago. he claimed to have to run out and get a few extra supplies to be able to fulfill all of his orders, but that heโd be back before the shop opened. when he shows his face, the true love between you two may not exist anymore. because youโre going to kill him for hanging you out to dry. you sigh, and make your way into the back storage closet to get a fresh box of dried peonies for the new batch of hyperfixation charms, when you hear the doorbell scream the warning message.
you call-out, โgive me one moment and iโll be right up to help you out! feel free to look around in the meantime!โ you summon the box of peonies forward, and spell it to float after you as you make your way out.
turning the corner, you automatically begin your npc introduction, โgood morning! welcome in to runes and brews; if youโre looking for a spell of true love, it doesnโt exist. nor does a potion or charm. the most i can offer is a hyperfixation charmโoh, itโs just youโohmygodโhow did you pick up my door curse??โ
pierre stares at you in a mixture of bewilderment and amusement, as the rose screams โI HAVE NO RIZZ,โ at you. you can only laugh, and summon your phone to your hand to take a video. pierre laughs in reflex, still not sure whatโs going on, and suddenly heโs being climbed over like a cat tree by your familiar.
โaha!โ you exclaim. โiโve been looking for you all day, maโam. what pocket of the universe were you hiding in? you always disappear when the non-magiques come around instead of defending me, cat. what kind of familiar are you?โ
pierre struggles to wrangle cat off of his head from where sheโs fucking up the rose hanging over him. he side-eyes you heavily when he still sees you recording the whole interaction, and you put the phone down before you step over to get cat off of his head. โmadame catalytic converter!โ you yell with the force of your ancestors.
yes, you named your familiar catalytic converter, cat for short. it makes perfect sense, she improves your efficiency and decreases the chance for any harmful side-effects when you do magic; just like the car part. pierre says thatโs why she never listens to you, for giving her a terrible name. when you asked him what he wouldโve named her, he said, โprobably, escargot, or something.โ you said thatโs probably why she hates him more.ย
you remove the curse from pierre with a quick touch of your hand to his forehead, and the rose poofs away. madame catalytic converter, hops away quickly, uninterested in either of you again, and struts away to sit on top of the box of peonies you brought up. you narrow your eyes at your familiar, โohโso youโre not even going to explain yourself? where were you?โ
cat stares at you dead in the eyes, before she looks away and starts licking her calico fur clean, dismissing you. you scoff, rolling your eyes, and turn to pierre, โand where were you, monsieur?โ you ask, poking a finger to his chest.ย
pierre presses a kisses to your cheek in greeting, and raises the one bag he has in his hand as part of his answer, โi told you i was running errands, remember?โ
you purse your lips at him, and he smiles at you, wrapping an arm around your waist to try and pull you in for a kiss. you smack your teeth disapprovingly, gripping his jaw with your hand, and holding him back, โyeah, you told me you were getting extra supplies. plural. and, that youโd be back in time to open the shop.โ
pierre avoids your eyes, chuckling anxiously.ย
โiโm not sure if youโve noticed, but, youโve only come back with one item, and itโs well past the time the shop opened,โ you pause, letting pierre simmer, โexplain yourself.โ
โokaysoilied,โ pierre rushes out, and you hum in shock sarcastically, gesturing for him to continue, โbutโbut! mon amour, iโve come back with something that could potentially level up my potion making skills!โ
you stare at him unamused, โoh okโwell, show me, what is this wonderful thing?โ
pierre shifts on his feet, and you are suddenly afraid to know what heโs bought. if his confidence is faltering, you know whateverโs in that bag cannot be good.ย
โso, you remember how people were saying the potion shop a few towns over has actual love potions,โ pierre starts eagerly, you nod in resignation, already knowing where this is going, โi bought one! well, two actually. i tried to bug the potion maker into telling me what he put in it, but he was so shifty about it. which is completely understandable, if i made a new potion as great as this, i wouldnโt tell anybody my secrets either.โ
โokay, pierre,โ you sigh, rubbing a hand across your face, disappointed, โwhy did you buy two of them?โ
โoh,โ pierre begins, his usual ludicrous smirk returning to his expression, โone for me to study, and one for me to take! the best way to see if it works is to test it out myself.โ
you tug his hand off your waist, and step away from him, pointing at him in vindication, โthatโs why my curse worked on you! youโre harassing me with this goddamn love-potion shitโyou snake, we both know itโs not real!โ
pierre groans, following after you as you storm back to the front counter, the peony box floating over as well, cat yowling at the sudden movement.ย
โoh, come on, mon amour,โ pierre pleads, brandishing the love potion at you, โwhere is your hunger for magical breakthroughs? arenโt you curious to learn how it works?โ
โpierre, babe, it doesnโt work! thatโs why i donโt care! and, why would it work on you? weโre already a true loveโs match. weโre soul-tied!โ
โso, thereโs no harm in me taking it,โ pierre claims, like heโs found a loophole.ย
โpierre, you shouldnโt,โ you warn him. the potions master deflates at your words, and you sigh at the sight of his point. you take a few steps to press your lips to his in a sweet kiss, and your aura swells with pierreโs love passing to you.
โif you do end up taking it, which you probably will anyways, at least take the time to properly study it. you donโt know if theyโre any weird side effects,โ pierre perks up, his blue-green eyes losing their saddened look immediately. he happily presses a few more kisses to your lips, and pulls away before pressing a kiss to your hand.
โi will! iโm going to go to the back now and start studying itโโ
โuhm, no you are not! you still have to help me run this store, sir! i have plenty of things for you to do. starting with cleaning our cauldrons!โ
pierre groans in disgust and whines like a child, โmon amour! please, you know i hate doing that. you can do it with a snap of your fingers, why do i have to do it with manual labor?โ
you arch a sharp brow at him, and gently remind him of his behavior, โyou shouldnโt have lied to me then, hm?โ pierre sulks, and moves towards the back to get started on cleaning the cauldrons.
โdonโt look so sadโi couldโve had you collecting the eyes of spiders!โ
pierre cringes when he accidentally slams the drawer of his desk closed, pausing cautiously to listen for any movement in the house. itโs late, and youโve gone to bed hours ago; heโs stayed up trying to identify what exactly this so-called love potion is made out of, and what order of processes it was created with. the frenchman is certain that there are at least seven ingredients in the brew: mature peonies, smashed pearls, crushed dates, powdered rose thorns, rose water, and a potion base of moonstone and lapis. itโs odd, because to pierre the potion smells like warmed vanilla, shea butter, a dash of espresso, and a brush of peppermintโbut with every extraction he makes from the potion, thereโs no sign of those ingredients. in addition to that mystery, he can tell that this potion took a few weeks to prepare and that it needed constant stirring. he can figure out when ingredients were added to the potion based on how much affect the cooking and heat had on them; the dates and pearls were first, followed by the rose thorns, and it seems like the peonies were added lastโhe just canโt figure out how they were integrated in the brew. were they added in batches, all at once, did they need changes in stirring motion, etc..ย
putting aside all the unknowns, there is one thing that pierre is sure of: none of the ingredient combinations in this potion would cause any harmful side effects. the powdered rose thorns and crushed pearls are a rare sight in potions but, they create the base of hyperfixation charms and he hasnโt heard of any reports of strange or harmful reactions from these two ingredients. so, the only responsible option for the potions master is to drink the concoction and see if it lives up to be the โtrue loveโ potion everyone is claiming it to be.
pierre knocks the draft back quickly and hums pleasantly at the taste, a curious eyebrow raised at how it doesnโt mirror the scent at all. the flavor is sweet and tangy, with a lingering dash of saltinessโitโs delicious. he finds himself wishing he didnโt waste the first potion with experiments so he could taste it again.ย
the potions master rocks back and forth on his feet impatiently, he expected the brew to take immediate effect, alas, he feels nothing. pierre shrugs, the potion may take longer to kick in if itโs replicating one of the strongest emotions. he leaves his study and makes his way to the bedroom, and right before he enters the bedroom, he stumbles over cat. your familiar looks at him reproachfully, before she pauses and comes over to sniff at pierre. in the dark, he can see the calicoโs eyes shrink into pupils and suddenly she hisses up at him, before she apparates into thin air. pierre scratches at his scalp in a confused manner; cat hissing at him and then disappearing, is not out of the ordinary (it reminds him of the you first brought him home and he tried to charm her with a laser pointerโthe familiar stared at pierre like he disparaged her family name), he doesnโt know if that was a reaction just because of him, or if it was a reaction to the potion.ย
he continues with his usual nightly routine before he joins you in bed, dressed in a pair of old sweatpants alone. you pout in your sleep, pierre can feel your aura calling to him, unhappy that heโs not curled up against you. he tucks you into his chest when he settled comfortably on his back. he feels your magic calm, the air relaxing when the force of your influence fades.ย
the potions master tries to stay up for as long as he can to see if he notices an effect from the brew, but deflates when he doesnโt feel any changes. he knows the chances of this potion working was slim to none, however, he kind of hoped it at least had some effect on him. pierreโs eyes flutter shut as he drifts to sleep, and his last conscious thought is that you were probably right, the potion may not have an effect on true loveโs matches.
you squirm awake. itโs boiling hot under the sheets and it shouldnโt be, you placed a cooling charm on the bed. as the fog of sleep unfortunately fades from your mind, you notice that the heat is radiating from pierre. turning around in worry and slight annoyance, you check in on your boyfriend, and the annoyance disappears when you examine his state.
heโs still asleep, but heโs drenched in sweat. his brow is furrowed in what must be pain, and his body squirms across the bed in discomfort. you press a hand to his forehead and hiss at the burning heat from his skin. you groan, already knowing what happened to your dumb potions masterโhe should be stripped of his title after this. he was working on the damn potion before you went to bed, and he fucking drank it, ignoring your warning, and now, heโs suffering the consequences. you take the same hand that was on his head, and bring it to his shoulder to gently shake him awake. pierre, on the other hand, awakens dramatically, jackknifing upright like youโve poured water all over him.
the man pants desperately, chest heaving with his stuttering breaths, tongue swiping at his upper lip to clear the sweat gathering there, his teal irises swallowed by enlarged pupils, and his hair is matted and curling against his forehead from the mixture of sweat and heat. his eyes are glazed over, you can tell heโs not quite aware of whatโs going onโthatโs probably thanks to the incredible fever heโs runningโbut thereโs a hidden glint to them that you canโt puzzle out.ย
โoh, pierre,โ you lean forward, hands coming to grasp at the sides of his face, steadying him, โyou fucked around and found out, didnโt you? thereโs no chance youโre capable of telling me the antidote to this, it seems. maybe a spell can alleviate the effects briefly enoughโฆโ. as you ramble on, mostly to yourself, you fail to see the look in pierreโs eyes change. the hidden intentions you werenโt able to make out are as clear as day now. the haze over his stare is still present, but the confusion has disappeared. only hunger remains.
you startle when pierreโs trembling hands grasp at your waist. you quirk a brow at him in question, but donโt receive an answer, a verbal one at least. youโre suddenly knocked flat on your back and pierre bodily shoves himself between your legs, hovering over you. and the intense look in his eyes is made aware to you; youโve seen it before, but itโs never felt this ravenous. you press your eyelids closed and whimper under your breath at your revelation: the โtrue loveโ potion is a fucking aphrosodiac.
pierre is so hot. he feels his body shivering dramatically as he holds himself on his hands above you. his muscles weaken from the strain of the fever, and he collapses on top of you. his head lands in the valley of your neck, and he moans at the cooling feeling of your brown skin against his faceโhe needs more of it, he needs you naked. reinvigorated, pierre attempts to wrangle your clothes off, but heโs unable to do much with his shaky limbs. he begins to anger when your sleep shirt fails to disappear, and tries to rip it down the center. you force his hands away, and tug the shirt up and away before tossing it aside, leaving you in just panties. his anger dissipates, and he presses his body against yours again, and a choked groan escapes him at the relief your naked torso gives him, he goes boneless.ย
the relief lasts for less than a minute, before he starts squirming desperately againโhe needs to be closer to you. he suckles marks into your neck, moaning lewdly when he feels your hand tangle in his hair, pulling at it firmly. he fights your grasp, unsatisfied with his unfinished claim on your neck and chest, but he submits when he notices youโre guiding him to your lips.ย
the meeting of your lips is messy, he canโt manage to find any of his usual finesse. he pants into your mouth in between sloppy, wet kisses, if you can even call them that. his tongue fights against yours, and his hips buck forward at the feeling, which reminds him of the fact that he still has sweatpants on and you have on panties. pierre jerks away, resisting the urge to continue kissing you when you whine out for him so prettily, chest arching upwards, nipples perky and egging him to bite, the bruises on your neck blossoming with reds and purplesโhe shakes his head erratically, and focuses enough to tug his sweatpants off; heโs never been so happy that heโs not wearing underwear. the skin contact must have done him well, because his hands arenโt shaking anymore as they grasp at your panties. he may not have torn apart your shirt, but the cotton undergarment doesnโt stand a chance, he rips through it like water.
the sound of your shriek at his actions is muted in his ears, and he barely registers the feeling of you shoving at his shoulder in irritation. pierre can only see your pussy. a broken whimper escapes him as he stares; his eyes tunnel to your throbbing hooded clit, the way your entrances tightens and relaxes, like youโre taunting him to fill you up, and youโre soaked for him, lips shining with your wetnessโhe should just get a brief taste, before he fucks you. he lays between your legs, hands coming around to grip at your thighs to firmly hold you against his mouth, and heโs eating you out like heโs never had a meal before.
the potions master vaguely hears a pleasure-filled scream burst from your chest as he broadly strokes of his tongue against your vulva to collect any wetness youโve spilled. he muffles his moan into your pussy at the taste, and shifts downward to prod his tongue inside of you to coax more of your juices out. he feels your hips try to buck him off of you, and he growls into you, tightening his grip on your thighs to allow you no escape. you leak steadily into his mouth, even as you try to run from the constant barrage of his lips, tongue, and teeth. pierreโs brow furrows with the effort he puts into eating you outโyour taste is addicting. itโs a mouthwatering combination of sweet and tangy, with lingering saltiness. he has a small lapse of deja-vu at your flavor, but itโs quickly dismissed at the drag of his cock against the bed.ย
pierre whimpers into you at the pleasure flaring behind his eyelids, as he begins to hump against the bed. he switches from forcing his tongue inside of you and moves his attention to your clit, suckling and twirling his tongue on the button. it sounds like heโs making out with your cunt. your thighs to clamp shut around his head, your hand scrambles to tug at his hair and hold him exactly where you want him, and you start rubbing your pussy against him. fuck, how did he not realize how hard he is. pierre sobs into your pussy overwhelmed, he wants to keep eating you out, and the friction of his cock against the bed feels so good. he knows being inside of you would be better.
the frenchman breaks free from the grasp of your legs, and scrambles back upwards, not giving you time to register the change in position before he breaches your entrance. when the head of his cock pops inside of you, he throws his head back and moans erotically at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him. he starts to burn hotter. pierre struggles to hold-off from thrusting into you in one smooth motionโheโs usually cautious when he fucks into you for the first time because heโs well aware of his size and how you struggle to take it all in one sitting. he whimpers hotly, and picks his head up to look at youโand all sense of waiting for you to adjust leaves him head. a line of drool has slid down your cheek, your eyes have rolled back in pleasure, and the sounds of your squeals of pleasure from just the tip of his cock break his restraint.
the man drives his cock deep inside of you in one smooth thrust, and he shudders on top of you, humming in satisfaction at the pulsing grasp of your cunt. pierre feels how he forced the air out of your lungs, your corresponding scream still rattling in his eardrums, but he canโt help how he grinds his cock into you, one, two, three times. he groans out, and starts making proper thrusts into youโhe needs to fuck you properly. one of your hands sneaks between your joined bodies and presses at his navel in a weak attempt to halt his movements. pierre knocks it out of the way, before he brings both of his hands to tighten on your waist and starts fucking you with a purpose. itโs selfish and dirty; in a way pierre usually isnโt. he uses himself as a tool to make you cum first all of the time, but you can tell tonight, this is all about himโyour orgasm is just a byproduct. he gathers you up in his arms, making sure thereโs no gap of air in between you, and starts pumping his hips into you deeply, not pulling out of you any more than a few centimeters.
itโs feels so pleasurable that it could be torture. heโs applying pressure against that spongy spot on your walls so consistently, that youโre legs have already started shaking. heโs fucking you up the bed with the force of his thrust, and heโs conscious enough to place a hand on the headboard to make sure he doesnโt shove you up to hit your head. pierreโs making these sweet, whiny, whimpers, that he attempts to muffle into your neck as he feels himself start pulsating inside of you, dancing along the edge. he feels your nails claw into his back, and itโs like his senses are suddenly returned to full strength from where they were clogged with fuzz. he can hear you try and moan out for him, but his thrusts are so powerful that you keep choking on your words.
he catches the ending of your warning, โpierre-ohโmโ gonna cum! oh, fuck!โ
the clenching of your orgasm pushes him into his own, and itโs the most intense crash of pleasure heโs ever felt. his vision whites out and it feels painful in a way only too much pleasure can give. his whole body shakes through each wave of pleasure, and he feels lightheaded at the feeling. pierre canโt even do anything more than jerk his hips forward to pump through the aftershocks, he falls limp on top of you, pinning you under him. his skin feels raw and blown open, and thereโs a ringing noise in his ears. he whimpers against your neck, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, and then heโs pretty sure he faints for a few minutes.
when he comes back to the present, youโre humming underneath him, hands rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion. pierre brokenly moans against your throat, oversensitive. you shush him, and scratch at the nape of his neck, just the way he likes but wonโt admit to. his breaths slowly even out against your skin, and in a croaky voice he starts talking, โthe potionโit smelled like the shea butter of your lotion, the vanilla and coffee of your perfume, and the peppermint of your aura.โ
you pause in your motions, and softly ask, โreally?โ
pierre shifts, hissing at the jostling of his cock still inside of you, and settles again, raising his head up to make lazy eye contact with you, โyeah,โ he whispers quietly, before carefully pulling out of you and falling onto his stomach next to you.
you nuzzle up to his side and press kisses against his shoulder, before you offhandedly mention that his feverโs gone down. pierreโs fighting the call of sleep, and mumbles something into the pillow that you canโt make out, and he turns his head to the side so you can hear him, โi dunno how, mon amour, but it tasted like you too.โ
you stare at him with wide eyes, neither of you are aware of an aphrodisiac of this caliber. pierre falls asleep, and you close your eyes in a quick prayerโthis potion better have run its course, you wonโt survive another round of that.
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vettel reincarnate * fem!driver
after retiring from formula 1 at the end of the 2022 season, f1 legend sebastian vettel realised a while after the announcement that he would miss the paddock way too much. instead of taking back his announcement, he pairs up with an up-and-coming driver and gets her a seat in a race car in formula 1.
this is SOOO heavily inspired by @sebscore and also @thepersonnamedsam (i was doing some research how to start and came across theirs too) and i'm lOVING IT!!
i wanted there to be a twist that didn't make it seem like it's an outright copy, so there it is! do feel free to send in requests here or questions!!
if there are too many similarities and/or copies, do drop me a message to let me know so i can address them </3
do take note that these are written in no particular order, just based on requests and scenarios sent in or that i come up with!
about fem!driver
get to know her
-> a short summary on fem!driver
meet the yln's
-> meet femdriver and her siblings
pre-formula 1
2023: the rookie season
2024: the sophomore year
2025: fall from grace
2026:
2027: championship contender
2028: the time is now
a day in the life
radio
smau specials
the yearly recaps: special dts editions
misc
the schumacher problem
extras
asks
in another life | fem!driver au x logan sargeant
the vault
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my works !!!
โณ โ [ formula one ] ยก! โ
ห เผโก โ๏ฝกห f1 drivers x reader ยทห เผ
shoutout to my ex
how you get the girl
'cause summers go so fast
the ghost you dressed up as sure knows how to haunt
lo mein kayamat tak hua tera
the greatest films of all time
ห เผโก โ๏ฝกห charles leclerc ยทห เผ
it's golden like daylight
you can hear it in the silence
you are in love
you're my best friend
this is what it feels like
yeah my boyfriend's pretty cool
modern day romeo and juliet
i'd like to hang out with you for my whole life
always, evermore, even after and still
all of the girls you loved before
ishq wala love
sometimes all i think about is you
i'd never walk cornelia street again
you're the best in my life and i lost you
you got me thinking nonsense
they don't know about us
we caught that holiday glee
ห เผโก โ๏ฝกห daniel ricciardo ยทห เผ
the love of our lives
used to love you
i loved you so hard for a time
and i know i'll pay for it
hell was the journey but it brought me heaven
ห เผโก โ๏ฝกห carlos sainz ยทห เผ
about damn time
boyfriend
no comment
mi corazรณn mi alma mi amor
always you
i love u forever
ห เผโก โ๏ฝกห lewis hamilton ยทห เผ
paper rings
king of my heart
single thread of gold
we could've had it all
'cause summers go so fast
ห เผโก โ๏ฝกห lando norris ยทห เผ
my boyfriend's boyfriend
us and our cats
this is how you fall in love
you are my sunshine
my sunshine
take a look at my girlfriend
tujhe kitna chahne lage
light as a feather
ห เผโก โ๏ฝกห max verstappen ยทห เผ
you're losing me
i hope i never lose you
u dumbfuck i adore u
ห เผโก โ๏ฝกห pierre gasly ยทห เผ
loved you three summers
my entire universe
ห เผโก โ๏ฝกห fernando alonso ยทห เผ
por siempre, mi amor
ห เผโก โ๏ฝกห toto wolff ยทห เผ
power couple
ห เผโก โ๏ฝกห sebastian vettel ยทห เผ
laundry and taxes
ห เผโก โ๏ฝกห mick schumacher ยทห เผ
maahi ve
โณ โ [ formula two ] ยก! โ
ห เผโก โ๏ฝกห ollie bearman ยทห เผ
you are my favourite everything
... more !!!
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I have no ideas but i love to support writers so here we are
Charles with reader that speaks italian and french fluently, but they're not her first languages. and he didn't know that. So he's Very pleasantly surprised when he hears her talking with the ferrari people in italian. And then with his mom in french and he's all heart eyes for her๐
Summary-ย you learn French in order to make a great first impression on Charles family and Charles is over the moon about itย
Warnings-ย poorly edited , badly translated French, mention of marriageย
Authors note-ย I hope that this is ok and to your likingย
It was a sunny evening in Monaco you and Charles where on your way over to his mums house for a family dinner. You were quite nervous was you had never met his mum before, you had met his brothers around the paddock and at races but you had yet to meet his mum and your really wanted to make a good impression. You ha doit your nicest dress on and tried to look as classy as possible not wanting to look tacky around the mother of the love of your life. You also had another little trick up your sleeve you had been learning a little bit of French so you could interact with the family in their native language, Charles hadnโt known you had been learning the language and you couldnโt wait to see his face when he found out , you just hoped tou wouldnโt miss pronounce anything cause that would ruin your prefect first impression.
โ here we are โ Charles spoke up
โ itโs really nice, this where you grew upโ you inquired
โ yep this is where little Charles livedโย
โ aww itโs so cuteโ
Charles came around and grabbed your hand as you walked up to the door. He could obviously feel your sweaty palms and he turned to face you before ringing the bell.
โ itโs gonna be ok Cherie, sheโs gonna love you, how could she notโ
โ yeah itโs just meeting your mum is a big deal I just want to make a good impressionโ
โ and you will โ he says pulling you into him kissing your temple before ringing the doorbell.
After a few minutes the door finally opened. โBonjourโ
โ bonjour mamaโ Charles spoke leaning in to kiss his mum on both of her cheeks.
โ et vous devez รชtre o/nโ ( and you must be y/n) she spoke turning to you
โOh mum y/n dosent speak French โ Charles spoke this was your momentย
โ c'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer Mme Leclercโย ย ( itโs so nice to meet you Mrs Leclerc )ย
Charles turned to you stunned at the fact you had just spoken such fluent French, he didnโt know you knew how to speak any other language other then English and he wasnโt gonna lie this made him fall in love with you even more.ย
โ oh tu parles franรงais โ ( oh you do speak French ) she looked humorously at Charles.
โ juste quelques petites choses alors peut-รชtre ne comptez pas sur mon franรงais pour toute la nuitโ ( just a few things so maybe donโt rely on my French for the whole night ) you laughed
โ well anyone nice to meet you dear, come in come letโs go settle inside and get to know each-other.
you and Charles followed her inside. Charles stopped you by grabbing your arm . You turned around to face him.
โ since when could speak Frenchโ he looked at you
โ since a couple weeks ago, I learnt some specially for today although I only know a few things I thought I might need to say โ you laughed rocking back on your heels
โ marry me โ he stared at you
You burst out laughingย
โ whatโ
โ I mean Iโm just so in love with you right now , you went to all that just for my familyโ
โ I mena i love you and I will do whatever for your family to love meโ
He pulled you in to kiss your lips
โ your perfect for meโ he looked lovingly in your eyes still holding your cheek.
โ you guys okโ Pascale shoutedย
โ coming mamaโ Charles linked his hand with yours as you walked further into the house. Itโs safe to say the rest of your French knowledge paid of that nightย
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GOSSIP GRID
pairings: pierre gasly x driver!reader / charles leclerc x driver!reader / yuki tsunoda x driver!reader
warnings: mention of sex and the whole piastri x alpine drama.
authorโs note: this idea was dropped in my inbox, so thank you to the person that submitted it! I hope you like it!
โข โข โข โข โข โข โข
โOh my god, Gasly! Youโre never gonna believe this- oh, hey Yuki. Charles.โ Y/N found them in front of the Alpha Tauri hospitality.
They greeted her back. โHi, Y/N!โ โWhatโs going on?โ Yuki simply giving her a small wave.
โI just found out about something, but you canโt tell anyone!โ The young woman unsubtle looked around them, scanning if anyone was eavesdropping on their conversation.
Charles, Yuki and Pierreโs face immediately turned serious at her words, taking a step closer to her.
โAllegedly, Alpine are going to announce Oscar Piastri as their new driver for the next season over the summer break.โ Y/N whispered to them.
Charles furrowed his eyebrows and Yuki glanced at an unimpressed Pierre. โThatโs it?โ
โThatโs it?โ She mockingly copied him, โof course thatโs not it, you bimbo.โ
โThe problem is that apparently McLaren want to sign him for the next season and Oscar is actually considering it.โ She continued, looking at their reactions as she finished the whispers she had heard.
The three of them looked at her wide-eyed, not believing what they were hearing. โThat canโt be true.โ The Monegasques said, shaking his head.
โYeah, and McLaren already have their two drivers for the next season, that wouldnโt make any sense.โ Pierre concluded, finding it weird that McLaren would drop one of their drivers for a rookie.
Y/N shrugged her shoulders, simply chorusing what she heard from her โsourcesโ. โThatโs that I was told.โ
โYeah, but you believe anything if itโs any form of drama.โ Pierre argued.
โThatโs not true.โ
โY/N, remember when that rumour went around that you were pregnant? You literally believed that even thought you hadnโt had sex in months.โ Charles added, pleading Pierreโs case that the woman was gullible.
She gasped as Charlesโ words left his mouth, making the Japanese man next to her chuckle. โHey! There was that girl on Dr. Phil that said she was pregnant by Jesus, you never know what can happen!โ She defended herself, even though there was some truth to the driversโ claims.
โBut I am serious about this! Youโll see when that announcement is made that Iโm right.โ Y/N smirked, pointing her finger at herself and walking away.
โThe girl's crazy.โ
โSheโs gonna get herself in trouble one day.โ
โ[BREAKING] Oscar Piastri drives for Alpine in 2023!โ
โOscar Piastri denies he will be driving for Alpine next year!โ
โPiastri allegedly to sign contract with McLaren to succes Daniel Ricciardo!โ
The headlines sounded, the summer break being bombarded by F1 drama.
The two French speaking men who had condemned their female friend for believing anything and everyone, were absolutely shocked that every single thing she had told them was actually true.
As soon as Oscar had send out his tweet, claiming that he wasnโt going to drive for Alpine, Pierre called her.
โOkay, how the fuck did you actually figure that out?โ
Y/N loudly laughed, like a super villain would do. โOh, now you believe me, Gasly? What were you saying a few weeks ago again? That I was gullible?โ
โAlright, alrightโฆ I was wrong, Iโm sorry.โ He apologized. โBut just- how?โ
โLook Pierre, when youโve got a pretty face like mine, itโs not that hard to get information out of people.โ She smirked over the phone.
The Frenchmen couldnโt help but give her credit, she knew how to get stuff done. โWell, Iโm impressed, Y/N. I wouldnโt have been able to do that.โ
โโฆ if thatโs your way to get me all like โoh no, Pierre, youโve got a pretty face tooโ forget it!โ
โI tried.โ
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Who Do You Think You Are?
Pairings:: F1 drivers x Female driver! Reader, Christian Horner x Daughter! Reader, Geri Halliwell x Daughter! Reader
Summary:: Y/n Horner is officially announced as a 2024 f1 driver
Author note:: This is set during July 2023 just so the time frame makes sense
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Here it was.
This is all she had ever worked for. And now she had it. Becoming a Formula One driver was all she ever dreamed of, and now that it became true she didn't know how to act.
She knew it wouldn't be easy, hell, everyone around her knew that. Especially her parents, Redbull Racing Team Principal Christian Horner and 90s Popstar Geri Halliwell. They knew better than anyone that Y/n becoming an F1 driver would spark controversy, but that's exactly why they didn't hold her back.
Y/n's parents wanted her to have everything she ever wanted. And if helping her with her journey into motorsports was what she wanted, they would do anything in their power to make it easier for her.
Contrary to popular belief her father wasn't as involved with her career as many people thought. I mean of course he gave her advice that the other drivers in F4, F3 and F2 wouldn't get, but they would just have to find it out for themselves. The main part Christian played in her motorsports career was being the person to introduce it to her, and get her her first ever go-kart.
They always tried to keep their father-daughter relationship away from the world of motorsport, because as Christian knew, and y/n would later find out, the media can destroy relationships with information that isn't even true.
Y/n practically grew up at the race track. She was always begging her mother to let her go karting after school and Geri almost always let her with the conditions that she had to do all her homework, and if it wasn't done she couldn't go until it was.
It was almost inevitable that Y/n became a driver, she was meeting new drivers every time she came to a race with her parents. And they could all tell that the way she spoke about karting and her dreams, she was going to go far.
The moment Y/n got off the phone with the Team Principal from Porsche she sprinted down the stairs of her childhood home, as she was staying with her parents at the time, and ran to find her parents.
"Spider in your room or something?" Her father teased, knowing her fear of spiders.
"Much better than that" Trying to hide the smile on her face, however it was growing bigger by the second.
"Go on then, what's happened?" Her mother asked her, confused by her behaviour.
"I'M GONNA BE A FORMULA ONE DRIVER FOR PORSCHE NEXT YEAR" She exclaimed at insane volume.
"Oh my goodness, sweetheart, I'm so proud of you" There were tears forming in Geri's eyes as she spoke. "Come here", she widened her arm's for Y/n.
"That's definitely not what I thought you were about to say", Christian joked, and joined in the group hug.
They all took a few moments to comprehend what was going on. As soon as they let go from their hug Christian spoke up.
"I'm sure you'll be good competition"
"I hope so", Y/n joked. "I'm so excited" She squealed, "but I'm also terrified"
Geri laughed at her statement, Y/n always had conflicting emotions. "I'm sure you'll be brilliant, my love" She reassured her daughter, "Who's your teammate going to be?"
"Mick Schumacher" She replied, "I mean, he's been in F1 before, what if he's much better than I am?"
"Nonsense", Christian answered, "They wouldn't have signed you if they didn't think you would good enough." He tried to soothe her worries, it always upset him when she would second guess herself, she was his baby girl, and he wanted whatever was best for her. "You're going to be fantastic, and I know that"
Y/n hugged her father tightly, she knew her parents would always be her biggest fans. "Thank you, Dad"
"So, how long have you been keeping your signing a secret?" He pondered.
"Since September last year...", She quietly admitted.
"That long?"
"Well, it wasn't certain until about 15 minutes ago" She admitted, "They want me to go sign the papers next week"
"My little girl is all grown up", Geri spoke up.
Herself and her father laughed and rolled their eyes.
After a few conversations, and a few more tears, mostly from Geri's eyes, but Y/n could've sworn she saw Christian's eyes become glossy at one point, Y/n went to her bedroom and decided to pack her suitcase, to go back to her own home and then to Germany to officially sign her contract.
It was now 6th July 2023 and Y/n was about to sign her contract.
"Are you ready, Miss?"
"I suppose so"
She didn't even have enough time to take in all her surroundings, the pen was in and out of her hand in seconds.
"You are officially a Formula One driver for Porsche now, congratulations" The team principal of the team said whilst they shared a handshake after her signing.
This was it.
It was now official.
This is Y/n Horner, and this was her story.
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a dream p.g.10
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parings: pierre gasly x fem!reader ; friends to lovers
word count: 3.9k
summary: a drabble on pierreโs unrelenting feelings for you, what started as a childhood crush turned into full fledged love and it was eating him alive.
a/n: for context purposes, pierre isnโt with kika (duh) and the fia dropped those penalties 11pm in austria just so the scene makes sense. started writing this before silverstone so weโre going into our own little world with this. will make other parts if people like it enough
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AUSTRIA WAS OVER,ย finally, and the weekend proved to be more than eventful. For your best friend, the results were just what he needed. Ferrari made some additions to their car and Charles was finally to get back on the podium. Unfortunately for your other best friend it wasnโt perfect.ย
โTenth isnโt bad, youโre still in points,โ you remind Pierre as you perfect your makeup and touch up your hair in the mirror.
โA point,โ he stresses.ย โOne singular point, Iโm still 15 points behind Esteban,โ he slouches further into the arm chair heโs occupying. His hair is a mess from how many times his hands run through it, his white linen shirt only getting more wrinkled and he decompresses in your hotel room.
Walking past him to your suitcase, you reach for the only pair of heels you brought, and slip them on. The thin white straps perfectly matched the white silk dress you decided on. โThere will be more races, the gap will close. Besides, tonight we can get drunk and celebrate Charles, forget about your sour mood until the morning.โ You stand up and walk over to him, hands reached out. He placed his hands in yours and allowed you to pull him up begrudgingly.ย
Standing at now an almost equal height, you mess with his hair to try and make him look more presentable. Pierre keeps that far off look in his eyes while he stares down at you. Thereโs something behind his eyes you cant quite place but you chop it up to being unpleased with todays results.ย
โYou look more presentable now, lets go,โ you grab your purse and keep one hand wrapped around his while you exit the hotel room. You meet up with Charles in the elevator and give him another congratulatory hug before making your way to whatever club everyone wanted to go to tonight.
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Drinks were flowing, moral was taking multiple hits, and you were out of your mind drunk dancing with Lando off the side of the dance floor. It was roughly midnight now, and someone had gotten the memo of the twelve penalties given out and told everyone. You canโt remember exactly who got the information, but it spread quickly throughout the group. As formally mentioned, Lando was having the night of his life. He benefitted from all of it and moved up to fourth so he decided he was going out in style tonight.
Poor Esteban was at the corner of the bar slowly nursing his drink while he was grieving the news. Lewis had left to facetime Roscoe, thinking it could make him feel better. Carlos, already in an off mood since breaking it off with Isa, was singing some of the most depressing Spanish songs youโd heard, his back against the booth while Charles watched over him.ย
Pierreโs mood hadnโt changed, he was still sulking but this time it was Charlesโ problem. He watched you have fun with Lando, wishing it was one of those nights where your happiness rubbed off on him. Charles could almost smell the desperation flowing off of him as he watched you as well. He turned his head and faced Pierre, he knew that look.ย
Charles released a quick breath,ย โYou know, weโve known each other a long time, weโre getting too old for this mate,โ he took a quick sip of his drink and pointed his eyes at Pierre.
Pierre turned his head to face Charles, โYeah..โ he didnโt know where Charles was going with this.ย
โSome things canโt be bottled up forever, feelings, secrets..โ he pushed further.
โOkay..?โ he still didnโt understand.
โSecretly pinning over your friend youโre in love with, is kinda tiring,โ Charles sighed.
โLook mate, I love you but not like that,โ Pierre scooted a few inches further from him.ย
โMerde,โ Charles rubbed his face,ย โyou love her.โย
โWhat? Iโve known her for years, sheโs my best friend,โ he said with a little extra stress on the friend.
โAh, but you knew I was talking about her.โ Charles eyes dart over to you, still dancing with Lando. Your head was knocked back in laughter, he must of said something, because while you laughed Landoโs face was pink and he had a shy smile.
โCharles,โ Pierre started but got quickly interrupted.
โYou canโt lie to me, I know you too well. I know whatโs in your head.โ Charles wrapped his knuckles lightly over the side of Pierreโs head.ย
His hand was quickly shooed away.ย โ Youโre not a guru mate, relax.โ The Frenchman reached for his drink again and took a lengthy sip.ย โSheโs my best friend, I canโt lose her if it doesnโt work out. Things are perfect as they are.โ
โAre they? Youโve never held a solid relationship and follow her like a lost puppy. Youโll never know unless you actually make a move.โ
โAnd if she doesnโt want to talk to me anymore?โ
โShe wonโt. You know sheโs not like that, she loves you too much.โ The two men shared a long look as Pierre let his gaze fall back to you, Charles let out a deep sigh went back to babysitting Carlos.
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Maybe two hours had passed and Pierre was dragging you back to the hotel. You all had a flight around midday, and he knew you would prefer if you werenโt drunk during it. Youโd bid goodbye to both Charles and Carlos an hour ago when they left before you, Charles leaving with a pat on Pierreโs back and a silent look.
Now it was just the two of you, long time best friends walking back to your room. Your shoes had been long discarded as they only got harder to walk in. Pierre was holding them in his hands while you rested against his back. As soon as youโd left the club you begged him to carry you, the dancing had tired you out too much, you said.
Knowing how chivalrous he was, and how he could never say no when you looked at him like that, he let you hop on his back and he carried you to bed. From the street, to the lobby, to the elevator, and back up in your room, he absorbed the feeling of you. Your arms around his neck and your soft breath tickling him as you quietly sang all your favorite ABBA songs, the warmth of your chest on his back and the soft skin of your legs. He let himself dream, just this once, and dive into a world in his mind where you were his. Where touches like these happened freely and more occurring.
But thatโs exactly what it was. A dream. Thatโs all he would let it be. If you put both on a scale, his intensely deep love for you would be outweighed by his desperate need to keep you as his friend. Regardless of how Charlesโ words echoed through his mind he couldnโt act on it. He knew that reality well.
โChรฉrie, I need you to open the door now,โ He readjusted his hold on you and leaned down a bit further so you could put your key card in. Your hair tickling his neck as you reached forward to open the door sent a shock wave through his system. Walking through the doorway he cleared his throat as he sets you down.
The feeling of your hands sliding down his back as you let go made the hairs on his neck stand up. It always got harder to focus when you were near, even so when you made any physical contact. Pierre sets your heels down next to your suitcase as you suddenly start stripping out of your dress and into your pajamas, getting ready for bed.
If his face wasnโt bright red before it was now, as he whipped right around to give you some privacy and try to maintain his dignity.
โThank you so much for carrying me back,โ you call out to him as you slip your dress off.
โO-Of course chรฉrie,โ he fidgets in place as he keeps his back turned.
Still inebriated you giggle at his stutter, โYouโre such a good friend,โ his heart aches at the word. โCanโt believe you took care of little drunk me instead of finding some girl and taking care of her,โ you giggled suggestively and slipped a t-shirt (that may or may not be Pierreโs) on over your head.
โAnd leave my favorite girl all alone? Never,โ He was glad you couldnโt see him at the moment. His face wouldโve betrayed him if his voice didnโt already, leave you by yourself? Choose another girl over you? The idea was so foreign to him.
โIโve tamed the playboy! Quick, call the press!โ You laugh as you fall backwards on your bed, now fully clothed. He turned around and chuckled with you. Pierre crossed over to your side of the bed and goes to tuck you in. Seeing you nestle into the covers only made him adore you more.
When youโre settled in, he places a long kiss to your hairline, pulling away and pushing the strands out of your face, โSweet dreams amour,โ he whispered so quiet not even a mouse could hear.
โI love you Pear, never change,โ you mutter into your pillow.
All he can do is smile as he turns the lights off and leaves your room. As soon as itโs closed his head hits the door, โI love you more than you could imagine.โ
He says it like a prayer in the night, to himself, for his ears only, but he has to say it.
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The jet was due to take off anytime soon, as it sat on the runway waiting for itโs last passenger.
โYouโre late,โ Charles tsks as you sit down next to Pierre and lean your head against the wall.
โCalm your tits, youโll make it in time for the next race.โ You groaned, adjusting your giant black sunglasses to filter out more light.
โRough night?โ Pierre asks as he tips the bill of your cap upwards, exposing more of your face.
โI donโt want to drink ever again,โ you shuffled to lay your back against his side and kicked your feet up to the edge of the bench.
โWhere have I heard that before,โ Charles comments, at that you pull one of your slides off and throw it at him with surprising accuracy.ย โOuch, okay miss grumpy Iโll leave you alone.โ
He sticks his tongue out at you now that you canโt see him. The trip was going to long with you like this if you didnโt get some coffee in you to sober up. You knew this, and the boys knew it even more than you since having to deal with your hangovers for years.ย
So, adjusting your position against him you, Pierre holds your weight with one arm while holding his cup of coffee to your lips.ย โHere, have a sip.โ He angled the cup upwards and watched as you took a little more than a sip of his coffee.
โUgh, thanks Pierre. Youโre always so sweet to me,โ you reach up and pat the side of his face before falling back into your comfortable position against him.ย โUnlike someone,โ you let your glasses fall down a little bit so Charles can see the look you send him.
โYeah well one of us isnโt in love with you,โ he muttered into his own coffee, not intending for anyone to hear.
โYou say something Cha?โ you piped up from your spot.
โNo he didnโt, heโs just being annoying because he canโt let anything be.โ Pierre wraps an arm around your resting frame and gives Charles a look that would definitely kill him if he and the Frenchman were in a more private space.ย
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Free practice is in a day and Pierre is restless. He runs through the track in his mind, memorizing the corners he could overtake and making a play-by-play of the best way he can preform. He also has an itch that's been begging to be scratched in a while. Being hopelessly in love with your best friend makes it really hard to have any kind of love life.
If he finds a girl he likes, which is rare, its either only for a night or he constantly compares her to you in his mind, and no one deserves that. With that in mind, it means most of his romantic adventures last for a night before he can feel guilty about being with someone else, even if he isnโt with you. Or he spends the nights alone.
But he still does it. He goes out every night, finds a girl, and goes back to her place. Bringing her back to his hotel room where you are so close, his hotel room that you spend most of your time in, it felt vile and disgraceful. He always goes back to her place, trying to have a good night without thinking of you. Closing his eyes and trying to erase you from his thoughts.ย
As he walked back in shame to his hotel room, he could hear your laughter echoing from your door. Some cruel twist of fate always puts your hotel rooms close together and it makes him feel worse. Pierre couldnโt take the sick feeling he got when he realized what he just did and he jumps into the shower immediately. Scrubbing and scrubbing to get the feeling off of him. Using the hottest water possible to burn the feeling off his skin.
Pierre wraps a towel around his waist once heโs out and he sees a new message from you. You were inviting him over to watch a movie together when he was done and he just couldnโt say no. He slips his pajamas on and goes next door to yours.ย
He knows youโll sit cuddled together on your bed while whatever movie youโve picked plays on the tv. He knows youโll end you falling asleep on his shoulder like you always do. He knows heโll put the volume lower, so as to not wake you, and stay there with your death grip wrapped around him. He knows heโll lay there dreaming of a life with you where it was like this every night.ย
He really has it bad, doesnโt he?
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The three of you were walking to the garages, laughing and chatting on your way. You usually got distracted while on the way so Pierreโs hand was softly holding your elbow while he pulled you out of the way of trees, other people, trash cans, just about anything you would run into.ย
This time, he hears someone progressively getting loader behind you. Out of curiosity Pierre turns around and sees someone running up but their head was turned. For whatever reason this person was in a rush they were positioned perfectly to barrel straight into you. With his super fast reflex his hands reached out to grab your waist and pull you into his chest, making sure you were safe.
โWoah!โ you called out, surprised by the sudden movement shocked by the sudden proximity. Whoever it was that he saved you from blew past and yelled out aย โSorry!โ. Youโd all stopped walking and your hands were gripping the front of Pierreโs shirt. The way he was staring down at you and lightly laughing felt weird.
โAlright, cherie?โ he pushed some hair out your face that was obstructing your view.
Were his eyes always this blue? Have you ever been this close to him before? Did he always smell like lemons and freshly washed linen? Were his hands always so warm on your skin? You could feel his fingertips on your hips and it made tingles shoot through you. You donโt remember his lips being that pink and soft looking. Actually, you donโt remember thinking about his lips before. You didnโt know why you were, still, thinking about his lips. Shaking yourself out of this daze, you cleared your throat and laughed.ย
โYeah Iโm, uh, alright. Thanks,โ You smoothed down your shirt and readjusted your shorts around your waist. When you look back up Pierre looks a little unconvinced but laughs it off as he keeps walking. As he passes you Charles fall right into view, and he look heโs giving you is smug.ย โWhat?โ you ask him.ย
โNothing! Nothing at all,โ he shrugs and starts walking very slowly.ย โSomeone got a little nervous for a second there.โ His shit-eating grin is wider than youโve seen it before, and youโve seen it a lot.ย
โNo I didnโt!โ you were getting defensive now, which normally means youโre hiding something or afraid to admit youโre wrong.ย
โI dont know if I believe you,โ he says in a sing-song voice and you respond by shoving him. Now youโve both stopped in your tracks and Charles was rubbing the side of his arm.ย โYouโre the one who got lost in Pierreโs dreamy eyes in literal public.โ
โIf youโre saying his eyes are dreamy I think we need to have another conversation, mate,โ Now you were just plain deflecting and you knew he could see right through it.ย
โActually, if my ears donโt deceive me, you just called his eyes dreamy.โ If his grin got any wider youโd swore it would split his face in half. You turned forward and watched Pierre chat with someone who stopped him to say hi. While watching him you get lost in thoughts that felt brand new.ย
Charles watched you watch Pierre and just raised his eyebrow and deadpanned. He could only shake his head and keep moving forward while pulling you behind him. Sometimes he felt like he was the only one with eyes in this friend group.
โYou guys coming or what?โ Pierre called from way ahead of you and waved his hand in a come here motion. You ran up to him and the second you got close enough he slotted you underneath his arm and kept chatting about as you two went over to the Alpine garage. Charles stood in his place and veered off to Ferrari as he watched you and Pierre from behind. You were slightly awkward now but trying to shake off whatever the weird feeling was plaguing you at the moment. Looks like Charlesโ plan to get you two to admit your feelings for each other and get together didnโt need that much meddling from his part after all, fate was pushing you into his arms and oh, how Charles loved fate right now.
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You sat in hospitality while you waited for Pierre to finish his shower. You were scrolling on YouTube and found a video you wanted to watch, so you went to reach for your headphones when you realized they werenโt there. The only obvious place for you to have left them were in his room. Maybe you could just sneak in and grab them, and sneak out unnoticed.ย
You creeped into his room and kept your head down. He was humming quietly to himself and you found yourself smiling at it, before blinking and getting back to the mission. Hand wrapped around them you went to exit just as quietly but you caught a glimpse of him in the corner of your eye. His frame seemed to glow from behind the shower curtain, why was there light in there anyway?
You stared at his wide shoulders and watched the muscles move as he washed his hair. You stood there mesmerized watching his back move as he kept showering. His waist tapered and got smaller as your eyes travelled down his back, but his frame stayed strong. Before your eyes started going further down you shut them quickly.ย
This time you rushed out of the room quickly and you sat with your back against the wall. Youโd seen his back before. Plenty of times really. Youโd know him since you were kids, youโd gone to the beach and gone swimming with him before. You swore you knew what he looked like. But youโd never seen him like that before, it felt different. You didnโt know what to even think anymore. From earlier this morning to now, you were confused.
Why did a Formula 1 driver even need those muscles? Doesn't it like, make him heavier and affect the drag or something? Since when did he have them anyway, 'Hey!' His voce dragged you out of your head. 'I'm almost ready, you got all your stuff?'
'Yeah, all good!' you gave a thumbs up even though he couldn't see you. Your head fell into your hands and you almost laughed in your own embarrassment. Nearly a second later Pierre opened the door and you fell backwards onto his chest.
'Woah there,' he laughed and held your shoulders, he leaned forward just ever so closer to your face. 'You're all over the place today, huh?'
'Apparently.' You shot back onto your own two feet trying to shake the feeling of his chest on your back out of your head. The entire walk to the car you were silent, just listening to Pierre voice his concerns and ideas about qualifying and the race. Then in the car you stayed silent as music flowed through the speakers and filled the silence.
What was wrong with you today? Why was this happening to you? Why can't you stop thinking about him and how his body felt against yours? His hands felt so large on your shoulders and his chest so solid when you leaned against it. And what was that this morning? You'd hugged Pierre before so why did it feel so different now. You'd felt him before, but this felt like you'd felt him. Your mind was racing the entire night so you texted Charles to see if you guys could talk once you got back.
And talk you did.
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'Hmm, yes,' Charles rubbed his chin after you just told him everything about earlier. 'I think I know what the problem is.'
'Okay?' You were really starting to question him after he sat in silence for five minutes.
โYou like him.โ He stated like it was so simple. He sat there with his arms crossed and that stupid look on his face.
You stared mouth agape, what drugs was he on. You? Like Pierre? Your best friend? No, no way, 'I highly doubt that Cha. It's probably just, pent up energy.'
'Then relieve it, maybe that'll being some clarity to the situation.'
'No! What are you on about? Mon dieu, Charles you're losing your mind.'
'If you knew what was actually wrong with you, why'd you come to me then?' Charles asked with his arms crossed.
'I think I just need to clear my head.' You got up and walked out, 'Thanks Cha, really.'
'You're welcome,' he mutters as you walk away. Why is he always being put in this position where he's stuck between two very stubborn people. 'Everybody asks Charles for help, but no one ever listens to Charles.' He slumps down and goes back to his book that was previously put down at your urgency.
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You'd been sat off the pools ledge, with your legs moving steadily. Why did things have to start changing? Why couldn't things stay the same? What were you supposed to do now?
It was getting late as you checked your watch so you decided to go back to your room. There were so many thoughts in your head you couldn't make a solid conclusion. You debated back and forth, to do or not to do. So there you stood, in front of the door, debating.
Before you get to decide, a familiar voice calls your name.
'Hi.'
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apparently i dont have anything better to do so im doing a fic list
NONE OF THE DRIVERS I PUT DOWN ARE FINAL! THEY ARE JUST WHO I THINK WOULD HAVE THAT SONG WRITTEN ABT THEM!
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ค๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฃ๐๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ง๐ โ ๐๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ช๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐โ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐๐๐จ๐๐ฎ
๐จ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐๐โ ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐
๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ค๐๐จโ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ค๐จ ๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฏ
๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฎโ ๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐จ๐๐๐
๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐ค๐๐โ ๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐๐ค ๐๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ๐ค
๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฌ๐ค๐ช๐๐โ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ช๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ง
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ค๐โ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ค๐จ ๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฏ
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข๐จโ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐๐ค
๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐โ ๐๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ช๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ
๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ถ๐โ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐๐๐จ๐๐ฎ
๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐จโ ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐
๐๐๐๐๐ฃโ ๐ข๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐๐ง
๐ฌ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐โ ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐
๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ค๐ถ๐โ ๐จ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ถ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐
๐ฃ๐๐ฌ ๐ง๐ค๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐๐จโ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐๐๐จ๐๐ฎ
ฬ๐จ๐๐ช๐ฉ!ฬ- ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ช๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ง
๐จ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐๐คโ ๐๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ช๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ
๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ โ ๐ข๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐๐ง
๐จ๐ช๐๐ช๐ง๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จโ ๐จ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ถ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐
๐๐จ ๐๐ฉ ๐ค๐ถ๐๐ง ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ?โ ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐
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midnights prompt list!
i've decided to make another prompt list based off my favorite songs from midnights, taylor swiftโs รกlbum that came out last year, you can request any of these prompts via the ask button!
gentle reminder that iโm currently writing for: daniel ricciardo, charles leclerc, george russell, lewis hamilton and others! please check my guidelines before submitting.
lavender haze โ talk your talk and go viral, i just need this love spiral
maroon โ and i lost you, the one i was dancing with in new york
anti-hero โ i wake up screaming from dreaming one day i'll watch as you're leaving โcause you got tired of my scheming
snow on the beach โ i canโt speak afraid to jinx it
midnight rain โ i guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted, just what we wanted and he never thinks of me
questionโฆ? โ can i ask you a question? did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?
labyrinth โ uh oh, iโm falling in love. oh no, i'm falling in love again
karma โ karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me
sweet nothing โ all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
mastermind โ what if i you none of it was accidental and the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me?
the great war โ that was the night i nearly lost you, i really thought i lost you
paris โ romance is not dead if you keep it just yours
high infidelity โ do you really want to know where i was april 29th?
thatโs it everyone! please, submit your prompt with the one person you would like! also, please let me know if you guys would like a prompt list based off speak now (since taylorโs version is coming in july!)
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Pierre Gasly; PG10
Autosports Masterlist | Main Masterlist
โWritten
There's nothing here...
โBlurbs
There's nothing yet...
โSmau
There's nothing here...
โMoodboards
There's nothing yet
Pierre + Kika
โWritten
There's nothing yet...
โBlurbs
There's nothing yet...
โSmau
There's nothing here...
โSeries
โฃThree's a crowd
โMoodboards
There's nothing yet...
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แฆ speed drive แฆ
the stories of the rich girl racing in formula one; dubbed by everyone as the barbie of the grid.
@angsthology @cashtons-wife @darleneslane
แฆ this barbie is a race car driver
แฆ this barbie's teammate is a schumacher
แฆ this barbie has a baby
แฆ this barbie can cook
แฆ this barbieโs love language is gift giving
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'cause summers go so fast !!!
*เฉโฉโงโห in which her only goal for the summer was to make it through the season without bashing someone's head in and have fun; not introduce more than half of her colleagues to her family and certainly not showing them around her hometown. but, universe always did fuck with her.
or
for when you realise that you don't have to be sorry for doing it all on your own. ห เผโก โ๏ฝกห
real life // f1 grid x fem!reader // lewis hamilton x fem!reader
warnings - language. unhealthy and toxic familial relationships. daddy issues. mommy issues. issues. a lot of self projection in this one so !!
author's note - hi hi hi :) this is a series that im truly excited for and i know that i have like two series in progress but yeah !! this is gonna be me self projecting my feelings onto the reader so beware and don't make fun of me <3 i love you so much!!
chapter i โยทห เผ *
โif i wanted to watch a man and woman scream at each other, i would just go and have dinner with my parents โ can i leave?โ
chapter ii โยทห เผ *
โare you okay? i mean, i did watch you fall down the stairs and lay on the ground for about ten minutes saying that you deserved this.โ
chapter iii โยทห เผ *
โoh my god, i shouldn't even have to say this but please, do not bite my cat. her name is coochie โ STOP LAUGHING!โ
chapter iv โยทห เผ *
โlook โ i'll speak on behalf of everyone, we think you're cool and the only reason we didn't really hang out with you is because you intimidate us. a lot.โ
chapter v โยทห เผ *
โcharles is a decent driver and we can make a run for it. go inside, tell them to fuck off, throw water at their face, scream at them and then we're getting the fuck out of here.โ
...more !!!
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3 little fics coming out tonight
two KUWTL and that filthy fic that Iโve been telling you about ( with Pierre)
but send in some little scenarios or questions for KUWTL for me to answer after posting because I feel like talking haha jut little scenarios about whatever your thinking about the leclercs xxx
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