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bloomingpresent · 7 months

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FERRO ROSSO CHAPTER VII

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Female reader digital artist older woman

Summary: in your mid 30’s you never imagined you’d be divorced. To help with the healing process you decide to return to your first love: digital illustration. Posting videos of your art online leads you to work for Ferrari. But you never thought it’d lead you to find somebody who’s going to bring you back to trust again in love.

Warnings: NSFW! 18+, swearing mention of sexual words, consensual sex, penetration, cheating, sexually themed. IT’S ALL ABOUT REVERSE AGE GAP HERE. Older woman with a younger man. They are both adults, don’t be judgemental.

Disclaimer:

I don’t mean any offense to Mr. Leclerc.

English isn’t my first language so all mistakes are my own. My Italian is basic so be gentle, please.

All the previous chapters are here

You already knew that something was off when almost a week after your last encounter with Charles happened and you haven't heard of him. Both of you were busy of course, but he hadn’t mentioned a thing about coming to London.

Either way, you are too busy with your art studio, which by the way, is still going and your agent had you packed with activities for it. Ferrari was still on the call but for the next weeks, you were on your own.

At the end of the week, you get Facetime from Charles.

“I might be able to be in London next week” he casually says.

You just smirked “Oh really? Got some free time?”, yep, you are being ironic about it.

“What’s with the attitude?” he asks shifting on his seat.

“Well you disappeared for days and now you come out of the blue and tell me you finally can come to London? What am I supposed to be waiting for you?”.

“Yes” he answers with his bright green eyes wide open, his confidence it’s something else. “As I made time for traveling to see you, you are making time to see me”.

You grim. “Where are you now?”.

“Paris, why you ask?” he raises an eyebrow

“No reason, I thought you were in Maranello with Carlos” you reply casually. You already know he was in France with Piere for fashion week.

“I was, I’m not anymore,” he answers drinking from a glass of water. “You’ve stalking me?” he asks with a cocky smile

“No” you answer, the truth it’s that you had been checking his IG account, and you tried not to think “I work at Ferrari PR, I have to know where you’re up” You wink.

“Well, do you know where I will be next Sunday?” His voice tone changes and he puts his phone closer to his face.

You shrug your shoulders and look at him with a flirtatious smile. "No" you answer almost whispering.

He moves closer to the phone "Inside you, Making you scream my name"

All you can see is his eyes shining differently as he whispers those words to you.

You can't stop your stomach from jumping and you even think you're blushing. But you played. "Ah well, I think I have time in my schedule for that next time for that" you answer, trying not to show how excited you are.

The next day you casually receive an invitation from Andrea Ferrari, Charles' trainer, and fellow Ferrari teammate, inviting all his teammates to London next Sunday to celebrate his birthday.

"Ah well, he probably isn’t coming to London just to see me," you tell yourself when you see the invitation.

You don't even think about it, you accept the invitation. You don't tell Charles, if he's in London that weekend, it's probably because of his friend.

By the time the weekend arrives, you don't want to set high expectations, but you can't help it. You're excited and a little nervous.

"So we'll see each other on Andrea's birthday?" you send him in a text.

The answer comes insanely fast "We're already in London since this morning" Charles replies.

'We are'. Yeah, he came for his friend's birthday and not just to see you.

Does it bother you? Yes, quite. Does this fit your purpose of not putting too many expectations on this weekend? Probably not. Are you going to admit it? Not even dead. And there's no way you're letting him ruin your fun.

So the mission is to look the most attractive and elegant to any man, not just for Charles.

As you get ready for the birthday party, you can't help but feel a little nervous. You dress up in your best clothes, and you are looking stunning. You know that Charles will be there.

When you arrive at the party, you start looking around for Charles. You immediately see him in the corner, chatting with one of your mutual friends. You smile to yourself and go around the room greeting everyone.

You’re wearing a form-fitting dress that accentuates your curves in all the right ways. The dress is elegant and simple, yet also sexy and bold. The material is silky satin that feels luxurious against your skin. Accessorized with statement earrings and a pair of heels to complete the look. The makeup is subtle yet natural, and your hair is down, adding to the overall effect. In one word, you feel divine.

Charles is a total heartthrob. He looks dashing and sophisticated. He has a confident and relaxed presence, which only adds to his overall attractiveness

You finally get to Charles, casually greeting him as everyone else. When you kiss him on the cheek, you can smell his perfume. making your skin crawl.

Charles: "Y/N, it's been a while. You look incredible."

Y/N: "Oh, thank you, Charles. Weeks out of the paddock are slow, yes. You look very distinguished yourself.”

You exchange smiles and look into each other's eyes, feeling the electricity in the air but trying to keep it subtle.

Soon, everyone starts asking about their personal lives, and they both keep it vague while maintaining their friendly demeanor and casual conversation.

As they chat, you are careful to avoid giving anything away. This it’s the first time you are in the same room with your co-workers outside your work.

You talk casually and make sure to keep the conversation light and friendly, while also finding excuses to stay close to each other. But there is a tension in the air, as you both know that there is more. The evening progresses, and as people and friends get increasingly drunk, you and Charles find themselves getting closer and closer together, getting away with subtle gestures that no one notices.

When the music is loud enough and everyone is into their own thing, Charles leans into your ear and whispers.

“There is a balcony next to the room at the end of the hallway. Meet me there” He says and walks away without saying any other word. There is a risk of doing this now and here and with all these people around.

You think about it for a few seconds until you decide to go.

The Airbnb apartment in London that Charles rented to have the party could be described as having a chic, modern vibe. The apartment is spacious, with lots of light coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. There's a stylish kitchen and a bright living room, perfect for entertaining guests. Making it an ideal space for having get-togethers. Charles thought of everything.

Walking to the balcony you can already see the view of London from up there. You’ve never seen something like that before, and you’ve been living there for 4 years now.

When you open the door to the balcony the chill air of the British summer hits your face. You can see Charles leaning against the rail watching you.

“Wow, so this is what a lot of money gets you everywhere you go uh?” you tell him as you take one last look to the hallway making sure nobody saw you following him.

“It’s for my friend, I want him to enjoy his birthday party,” he says, playing with his glass. “And don’t worry, Andrea won't let anyone come near here” he smirks.

You stop when you hear him say that. “he knows?!”

Charles nods with a mischievous smile “How do you think I convinced him to have his party here?”

“Awesome, bring more people into this,” you say taking your steps carefully. You haven't had that much to drink yet but the whole situation is making you feel a bit more edgy than usual.

“Andrea always has my back,” he says, coming close to you.

When you and he are close enough, Charles extends his arm and slowly brings your body closer to his. The bastard knows what he's doing. "Plus I needed an excuse to see you up close again before we go back to work"

You bite your lips and smile. "You're dangerously close and with all these people here, it's not good" You look into his eyes.

"AND?" he answers as you, approach your lips "I already told you, no one will come here."

You are the one who kisses him first. You can smell his perfume again, it's extraordinarily delicious. The combination is extremely sexy for you. You close your eyes and let yourself be carried away by him. The kiss grows in intensity. Neither of you has reservations about using your tongues, Charles's hands holding firmly to the sides of your face. Your hands are on his waist.

You can hear the party noise in the background. Charles notices it. "You know we can go somewhere more private if you're worried about someone seeing us," he tells you as he smiles close to your lips.

You smile flirtatiously "Oh I wonder what place that is?" you answer him

It only takes two seconds before Charles pulls you by the hand and leads you from the balcony through the sliding door that leads to a room. His bedroom. You both laugh like teenagers.

You can barely see what the room looks like. Charles makes sure the doors are locked and the curtains are drawn.

"Very clever of you, Leclerc," you say, taking off your sandals. There is nothing to hide here. You both want this.

"Clever? Why?" he answers and approaches you.

"No one will be able to hear us with all this loud music" you reply.

He sits on the edge of the bed "Come to me firecracker" he says biting his lower lip. His eyes shine in the dark.

You can see him take some condoms out of one of his pants pockets and put them to the side.

"You came prepared, did you expect action?" you tell him walking towards him

"Of course, if you didn't come I'd be looking all over London for you" he stretches and pulls you towards him.

You laugh.

Both of his hands cup your breasts while you are standing in front of him. His gaze is on your chest now, as his hands gently massage and squeeze your breasts. You feel confident in yourself, there is no doubt that he wants you and that ignites a new sense of security in you.

He continues massaging you without saying a word but his eyes are now examining every part of your body in that dress.

His hands now travel to your waist, down your thighs. Your hands are now in his hair. You have been together enough times to recognize each other's tastes for foreplay.

"This is a nice dress. I'd hate to rip it off you," he whispers.

"Then don't do it" you answer and try to get closer to kiss him. But he stops you. You stand up straight again and he continues his way down your body with his hands.

His hands reach to the edge of your dress. Now they go under the skirt in the direction of your panties.

"More than one man is wishing to have his hand where mine is now tonight” he looks at you caressing your folds through the fabric of your underwear.

"Really? I can keep my options open then." You love a good praising.

He smiles "No babe".

"Oh you can and I don’t?" you say ironically, you know he still sees that girl.

"Don't bring that up now" he tells you, bringing his fingers to the edge of your panties and he starts to slide them down.

Fine. You think to yourself.

When he tries to move your underwear to the side, you grab his wrist and stop him. "What makes you think that he came to this party for you to touch me?" you tell him almost challenging him.

He looks at you and smiles, "You're mad at me aren't you?" he guesses

"No". Actually yes you are, but you won't even admit it to yourself.

"Come here grumpy, I'm going to fuck out of you that attitude" he pulls you towards him. You put your knees on each side of his hips and sit on his lap. His hands are squeezing your ass.

You don't make a sound.

There is nothing like you two together. Neither of you can deny that. As soon as you two get rid of the inhibitions of work, age, and what’s going on in each other’s lives, you two are amazing together.

You kiss like there's no tomorrow. It feels good, without effort, without pretending. And this is new to you.

Charles pulls your dress up, you smile against his lips. “Let me see her” He looks down on you “Oh there she is” he runs his fingers over your folds.

You bite your button lip suppressing a moan.

“Look at you trying to hold back on me” the tip of his fingers now over your clit. “So wet,” he says and then he inserts one finger inside you making you whine a bit “Oh so wet” his eyes open wider.

“Now don’t touch if you’re not going to buy sir” You take his wrist and pull his fingers out of you.

He groans. “Come on!” he chuckles.

You stand up from his lap pulling your dress down.

“Show me” you point at his groin “I want to see him too”.

Charles laughs. He has no reservations about unbuttoning his pants, opening the zipper, and revealing to you the angry bulge making a tent inside his boxers

The sight makes you wetter. You take one step forward thinking about kneeling and have your taste of it. But he stops you.

“No no darling, I’ve said I was going to fuck out of you that attitude” He pulls you against his body and kisses you while he sits on the bed again. You see him grabbing a condom out of the box on the bed “You get to ride me until my cock wipes that brat smile from your face”. He says all of this while taking his cock out, already leaking and hard, and slides a condom on it.

You are more than ready for this. “You are going to regret this Leclerc” you mewl as you get on his lap again hovering over his hard cock.

“I fucking doubt it firecracker” he grabs you by the hips. You reach down and grab his cock guiding it inside you.

You sit comfortably on his lap full of his cock and both of you moan.

His hands keep caressing your body, you feel so good with him, he is trying to hold the feeling of you around him.

You throw your head back moving your hips in circles “Oh god yes”.

His hands go to your breasts squeezing them “i want you to move but…” he pulls down your dress and your breasts fall out of it “I don’t want this to end” his lips lash to your nipples

You moan out “Good, you know what to do”. You can’t help it, your body starts moving up and down his cock.

“Shit!” he gasps grabbing your ass and pulling it down “Wet, tight…” he grids his teeth.

You support yourself on his shoulders to move faster and look down on him. The world outside that room is fading away as your moans get louder. “Fuck Charles!”

“I know baby I know, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop” he looks up to you.

The feeling of his teeth on your neck makes you squeal in pleasure. Your pussy starts pulsing when you feel his thump on your clits pressing it “Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck” you grunt.

Charles chuckles at your reaction.

The sounds of your bodies against each other make it all more erotic. You can feel your orgasms approaching each time he presses on your clit and it’s driving you wild “Charles that’s …Oh god…” you moan “I’m.not.going.to.last.long” you punctuated each word with each move down his cock.

He grunts “Come on my cock” his voice sounds raspy, maybe a bit shaky. You look down and see his face red gridding his teeth holding in his orgasms too. Beads of sweat on his forehead.

His cock starts twitching inside you and he starts rubbing your clit harder trying to bring you with him.

You come first, your moans muffled against his neck. Squeezing his cock.

His hips push up and against your pussy making your orgasms more intense and seeking his release too.

Just a few more seconds and he pushes your ass down his cock grunting and moaning spilling his cum in hot waves.

He collapses on the bed. You just fall supporting yourself on your hands on each side of his body, catching your breath with him inside you.

He looks up to you with a satisfaction grim “You sure know how to ride cock firecracker” he runs his fingers tips on your lips.

You smirk and move your face to the side making his hand caress your cheek. Still catching your breath.

“Let’s not wait too long to do this again. We’re so good at it” he whispers

You slide up and off him with a gasp and lay next to him. “I have to admit we do know how to fuck each other,” you tell him turning your face to him.

He laughs, and you laugh too.

Both of you are gazing into each other’s eyes when his phone starts buzzing in his pants pocket.

It snaps you from his gaze. You sit on the bed as he takes out his phone and looks at the caller ID.

“Si Andrea” “Yes Andrea” he answers while you stand up looking around for your panties. “Che cosa?!” “What?!” he says and you look at him. He sits in bed “Quando?!” “When?!” he puts his hand over his forehead in distress. “Fuck!” he says looking at you.

You are frozen in place looking at his worried grim “What?” you whisper.

He hands the call and looks at his phone for a moment “My girlfriend is here” he looks at you.

You stop breathing for a few seconds watching him standing up and reaching for a tissue from the nightstand next to the bed for the condom he just used with you.

“Your…WHAT?!” the whole situation turns into a nightmare out of the blue

“She shouldn't be here,” he says cleaning himself with the tissue.

“What do you mean?! I thought you were here for…” you stop taking as you realize what is going on. “Oh shit!” your jaw drops open.

“Y/N this was a guy's trip for Andrea’s birthday, she shouldn’t be here,” Charles says fixing his pants

“What do you mean she shouldn’t be here, you’re dating now?!” you spit out without thinking about the consequences.

“Yes! “ He looks at you not getting your reaction. Honestly, you don’t get your reaction either. “What’s wrong with it?” he asks opening his arms

You shake your head not even believing it. But you breathe in, and start putting your panties on again without saying a word to him.

“You’re doing it again” he walks over you

“I’m doing what?” you snap back

“Getting mad at me because I have a relationship that’s not with you” he keeps coming closer to you

“We just had sex Charles! You can’t blame me!” you almost fall trying to put your panties back on

“So?” he tries grabbing your arm

You push his hand away “So?!” you finally get your panties on “You don’t travel to another city for just a fuck”

Charles crosses his arms on his chest his jaw clenching. He doesn’t have a good comeback. He is doing it again too, swallowing his feelings.

You laugh in disbelief.

Booths staring at each other until a knock on the door snaps you both back

“Bebè?”, a woman’s voice comes from the other side

You put your hands on your head not believing his silence. The knocking comes back.

He just looks at the door not moving an inch.

You turn around looking for your purse and walking to the balcony door.

“Y/n…” he whispers

“Don’t you dare Charles” You look at him with your eyes full of tears, it’s the first time you allowed yourself to get like this in front of him.

You open the balcony door. Not giving him a second to say anything else.

You closed the door behind you. The fresh air hits your face. You breathe in fix your dress and walk back to the door to the living room hall.

You come inside holding your tears in. You see her knocking on the door of the room you just had sex with her boyfriend.

She is pretty, elegant, and…young.

You put on a smile and greet her as you pass by her. You don’t even care if she suspects something, you just want to get out of there.

You reach the elevator, no one notices you leaving, the party is too good.

You get into the elevator. The mirrors inside of it show you what you don’t want to see: yourself broken for a man. Again.

You don’t want to share a tear more for a man. You breathe in and walk out of the elevator.

When you are outside the building, you take your phone and start typing away on it.

“This ends now for me”.

Let me know what you think, please.

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stetermonthlyprompts · 11 months

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June 2023: Reverse Age Gap

Let’s flip things around, reversing the age gap with young!Peter and older!Stiles.

#Steter Monthly Prompts #June 2023 #Reverse Age Gap #Young!Peter #Older!Stiles #fic prompt

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icedcoffeeandsleepdeprivation · 8 months

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#quotes #booktok #bookworm #spicy books #spicy romance #smutslut #reverse age gap #pucking wild

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jessread-s · 3 months

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Thanks to @micaleasmeltzer for providing me with an e-ARC in exchange for an honest review

✩🎨👓Review:

Smeltzer single-handedly won me over on reverse age-gap romances with this book!

“Eleven Eleven” follows thirty-two-year-old Via as she moves across the country to start fresh after her divorce. Enter twenty-one-year-old Reid Crawford. He’s only supposed to be a one-night stand, but their chemistry is hard to ignore. The next time she sees him it’s because she’s on a date with his dad. Falling in love with someone eleven years younger is something she shouldn’t want, but what if he is everything she needs?

One of my favorite things about this romance novel is Via and Reid’s relationship. It has so much depth and there are many layers to it. Smeltzer establishes that they are physically compatible at the outset when they have a one-night stand. From there onwards, Via and Reid prioritize really getting to know each other and go out on dates to become emotionally intimate. The dual pov really showcases how their feelings for each other grow stronger over time and the pacing of everything felt so true to life. It was SO good! I seriously adore Via and Reid as a couple!!

I also loved the internal struggle that Via faces throughout the book—learning to pursue who and what she wants without letting her age get in the way—it was so realistically done and I love how Reid was at her side to support her as she came into her own.

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anitabyars · 2 years

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"The heart, the raw authenticity, the original lens, this has become my favorite series of the year and I'm begging for more!" ~ Catherine Cowles, USA Today bestselling author

Bitter Sweet Heart, a steamy, reverse age gap, hockey romance from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting writing as H. Hunting, is now available!

From the outside looking in, I live a charmed life: hockey legend for a father, my own promising future in the league, a great family, awesome friends. It’s not untrue, but it’s not quite that simple either.

My dad’s advice has always been to make hockey my number-one priority—at least until I make it to the pros. So, going into my senior year of college, I have a plan. I’ll put in the effort required to pass my classes, play hockey like my life depends on it, and avoid relationships. All I have to do is stay focused on the end game, and I’ll walk away with a degree and into a career in the NHL.

It should be easy.

But when a woman literally floats into my dock, just before summer ends and my senior year begins, I can’t resist one last hookup. What harm could a one-night stand do? It’s not like we even exchanged numbers.

Everything is fine until I run into her on campus.

It’s a big school. I should be able to avoid her.

Except she happens to be in my class.

And she’s not a student.

She’s my professor.

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My Review

5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️Bitter Sweet Heart! (Lies, Hearts & Truths Series #2) by H. Hunting.

Utter Perfection! Page by page this brilliant, addicting, raw, emotional book consumed me. Infused with H. Hunting’s unique style, she weaves a sexy, forbidden love story, full of emotion, between these two broken characters with such finesse that I simply could not put this down and for me this is one of my top reads of 2022.

Maverick (Mav) Waters, is the son of hockey legend Alex Waters. With his college ice hockey career in the final stretch, all he needs to do is focus on his grades and hockey, and he will be rewarded with a degree and a NHL career. But then on one of the last days of his summer break, fate floats right into the dock he is sitting on, in the form of a beautiful, sleeping woman Clover Sweet.

This is Maverick and Clover’s story. Well written with strong characters, I was addicted after the first few pages. I fell hard for Maverick. He’s so protective and caring that every little action brought a smile to my face. I adored Clover she is just simply lovely, trying to fight for herself and put her past behind her. But what made this book one of my top reads of 2022 was the emotions they endured on their journey. It’s forbidden, charming and juicy and has the best banter. I swooned hard, smiled a lot, and savored the moments of angst that squeezed my heart until I had tears. The chemistry between Maverick and Clover is electrical. The heat level is incendiary, the heart even stronger. I could not get enough of them.

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femdomlitpublications · 11 days

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kcsavageauthor · 12 days

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JADEN I’ve got huge plans for my life. Falling for someone is not in those plans. College first, then making my dream of owning, and being the head chef of a restaurant in New York City a reality. One Friday night while working, I catch sight of the most stunning woman who’s ever entered The Oasis, sitting at the bar with her friend. Blaire shook my plans upside down and sideways from the moment we met. BLAIRE One night at The Oasis and my life is never going to be the same. After my divorce, I wasn’t looking for anything serious. I have a young daughter to raise. His inviting smile and mischievous gaze draw me in, and I can’t think straight. He’s amazing. So young, fit, and gorgeous. So, in tune with me and all my wants and needs. After we spend two magnificent weeks together, I go back to work at the university, where I’m a culinary instructor. My heart stops when Jaden walks into my classroom.

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theromanceriot · 10 months

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ARC Signups Open - My Last Fling by Isla Drake

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Author Isla Drake has ARC signups open now for her forthcoming book – My Last Fling. It’s only open for a few days because ARCs will go out on 7/7/23. To sign up fill out her ARC Form Here From the Blurb – Tips for being a good wingman:1. Always have her back.2. Help weed out the duds.3. Bail her out of bad dates.4. Never, ever admit you’re falling for her.Cole Prescott has always believed in…

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mandyloves2read · 2 years

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🏒Book Review 🏒

Bitter Sweet Heart by H. Hunting

Lies , Hearts , and Truths book 2

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This author penned a beautiful sexy emotional forbidden love story that gave me all the feels I absolutely adored the characters the writing was wonderful and the sexy times were spicy hot Maverick and Clovers story was amazing I laughed at some of the banter and the emotions the chemistry the passion had my heart pounding. Maverick is the ultimate book boyfriend he’s protective caring sweet and so swoon worthy but he’s also a little broken and Clover is also broken and dealing with her own demons these two are absolutely perfect for each other they are unique and beautifully broken and find healing in each other this was a remarkable story with unforgettable characters and one of my faves from this author!

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Bitter Sweet Heart, a steamy, reverse age gap, hockey romance from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting writing as H. Hunting, is now available!

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It should be easy.

Everything is fine until I run into her on campus.

It’s a big school. I should be able to avoid her.

Except she happens to be in my class.

And she’s not a student.

She’s my professor.

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thebiscuiteternal · 2 months

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I am a dumbass and accidentlly deleted the ask while trying to edit the draft, which meant typing it all over again, but here are some notes for the nonnie who asked for more of the reverse Nies with a larger age gap.

This Huaisang is probably one of my most quiet and withdrawn ones. Being the only child for so long meant he was given no slack by the grown-ups, so any frivolous things he likes are buried way, way down deep where they can't be mocked or taken away from him.

He still paints on the very rare occasions he can get time to himself, and he looks after the sect's hunting falcons with great zeal (a trait actually encouraged by Papa Nie, and the first thing they actually bonded over), but he never lets anyone see the paintings and he is so, so careful not to let himself get too caught up in wanting, or even looking at less "useful" birds.

Ironically, two of the people he was closest to before the murder were Wen Ruohan and Wen Xu.

The former was like an indulgent uncle (he thought at the time, though he came to question that quite a bit later), always praising his cleverness and never forgetting to bring a gift when he visited, and the latter was the one to sometimes drag him out of his metaphorical defensive shell and off on an 'adventure' (usually ending in some new food he'd never tried before).

He was introduced to the Lan heir and spare as a child, but he and Xichen never hit it off like Xichen and Mingjue would have (they're... okay, just kind of blandly polite to each other the way they'd be expected to be as sect leaders) and Wangji was of the age where he didn't like anybody.

Due to becoming sect leader on the same year he would have been sent to the lectures, he has to miss them. Lan Qiren "sells" him copies of the materials with the price being he has to keep up some kind of correspondence to show he's actually reading them at least occasionally. They become friends? Sort of? Though it's more like an amiable mentorship.

Mingjue is a rambunctious little hellion from day one. His laugh is loud, his crying is loud, and the only two people he actually calms down for are his wet nurse and Huaisang.

There are those in the sect who accuse Huaisang of trying to hoard Mingjue's attention and mold him into a less-than-proper heir to protect his position, which Huaisang tends to roll his eyes at because 1) who would want the kind of sect leader role he's been crammed into, and 2) it's deeply rich that they accuse him of doing the same thing they want to do to his baby brother.

Whenever Mingjue is being a particularly big handful, Huaisang calls him "Beastie"(<3) or "Little Monster"(<3), which just makes Mingjue laugh and laugh even though he has no idea what the words mean.

Mingjue's first word is "Ge" to the surprise of no one and the annoyance of many.

Mingjue's favorite animal in the whole wide world is tigers, and it's common to see him clutching a stuffed one as he snoozes in Huaisang's lap.

Once he's weaned, Mingjue loves mushed up fruit, but he likes gumming on preserved meat the most, because he is his father's son. Huaisang makes sure he always has snacks on him, and this also winds up forcing him to quit skipping meals because Mingjue gets snippy and won't eat without him.

There are nights where Huaisang is just so tired and so miserable from constantly fighting to do anything without being judged or second-guessed that he just wants to curl up in a ball and cry until he's empty, and then Mingjue will crawl across the bed and pap his face with little baby hands in a demand for sleep cuddles and the love of and from his baby brother is usually enough comfort to get him through to the next day.

#mdzs #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #nie bros #reverse nies #larger age gap nies #wen ruohan #wen xu #lan qiren #ideas #worldbuilding

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sadlittlecountess · 16 days

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I can’t stop thinking of older Rhaenyra and younger Alicent AU. the age gap au gives me heavy Mary Tudor and Catherine Howard vibes —- but the roles are reversed as in personalities.

#age gap rhaenicent #reverse age gap rhaenicent #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon

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bloomingpresent · 1 year

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Ferro Rosso Chapter V

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Female reader digital artist older woman

Summary: on your mids 30’s you never imagine you’d be divorce. To help with the healing process you decide to return to you first love: digital illustration. Posting videos of your art online leads you to work for Ferrari. But you never thought it’d lead you to find somebody that’s going to bring you back to trust again in love.

Warnings: none, this one it's pretty much fluff. Some swearing.

Disclaimer: I'm sorry it took me so long to update this. I've been so busy lately. But I don't want to leave this story. This chapter it's pretty much fluff. I tried to set the grounds for what's come. These two are fighting their own demons. All errors, grammar mistakes, and misspellings are my own. English isn't my first language.

You can find all the previous chapters on my Masterlist

The first races of the season were a disaster for Ferrari. Bahrain was disappointing for the whole team. But for Charles, it was incredibly frustrating.

You would have wanted to be there to support him, but with this policy of sex, "emotional support" does not apply. This was starting to get a little complicated. Not knowing how to act in this situation was beginning to take you out of your center. And that was not right.

Finding yourself thinking about him in certain situations, staring at him when they film material for the networks, and even not responding to other men's flirtations. Nothing was right. Your first reaction: don't talk to him, text him, or start anything. Your way of protecting yourself in this new situation is for you.

Seeing it from the outside you were the wonder woman: professional, running your art studio, working for Ferrari, traveling, meeting people, and experiencing new things. Inside a battle is taking place.

The race was devastating for everyone, but Charles felt it, and it showed on his face.

After the race, a battle raged inside of you. You wanted to give him encouragement and perhaps a hug. But your work situation and your sentimental situation do not allow it.

Every time his face appears on the screens you stop yourself from running to hug him.

Up to the next race you got, holding yourself from trying to contact him.

After the race in Saudi Arabia.Charles is angry, sad, and anxious, but most of all he feels trapped. He can't and won't show how he’s feeling. He chooses quiet and privacy. Chooses the safest path. He prefers to spend time in the hotel room. Doing whatever it takes to not drown and stay positive and open to new possibilities.

Safe mode for Charles means not showing himself out of control, which he clearly doesn't know how to do when you're around him. So he chooses to step away.

The weeks off are approaching and he believes that can help not thinking about you.

Both have buried all emotions you may have felt for each other. Or at least they both believe so.

You in your work, he in his.

On race day you stick to your tradition of having lunch alone, away from the Ferrari hospitality area. Sitting at a table, watching the pre-race fuzz from outside. Watching how people come and go, you take notes of what inspires you, and what makes you feel. Just dumping thoughts before getting back into the madness of formula one.

Professional treatment is always there. You have to have a contact for your work.

While filming footage for the Ferrari C2 Challenge, one of your teammates noticed the way Charles was looking at you. "Why is he looking at you like that? Is he looking at you? Do you notice that look?" he comments to you while he watches the images on the monitors.

You flatly deny it and continue with your work. There is so much work to be done these days, you don't have time for this.

Race time arrives, and Australia is ablaze with Formula One passion as the red lights go out and the race begins.

It does not go beyond the first lap and the number 16 Ferrari car goes off the track. The race is over for Charles. The radio goes silent for a few seconds. Until the voice of the engineer asks if he is okay. The sigh of Charles's response from the other end breaks your heart.

If you took off the sunglasses you're wearing, everyone could see your glassy eyes. It's not fair. It's all you can think of.

Charles doesn't even go through the garage, he just goes to his private room to wait for the race to finish.

The whole team has to be there for Carlos now. But you can only think of going where he is to cheer him up.

The race doesn't end well for Carlos either. Ferrari gets no points and everyone is discouraged. All that remains is to pack up and go home to recharge.

After everything is over, only the employees and those close to Ferrari remain in the hospitality area.

You are finishing coordinating the itinerary that will be filmed tomorrow for the networks, when you see Charles and Carlos go to the area where their private rooms are.

You consider the possibility check how he was.. One second, two seconds... and that's it, your emotions betray you. You take the sheet that has the itinerary for tomorrow as an excuse, and go up the stairs to his room.

On the way you don't even doubt it, but when you arrive at the door of the room, all the fears asault you. Still, you want to see how he is.

You knock on the door, footsteps are heard approaching to open.

When you look up to see who's opening the door, your blood freezes in your veins.

"Can I help you?" his girl asks you.

"Shit! when did she get here?!" your mind screams. “I…I….” Words fail you “ I came to give this to Charles… I mean Leclerc…. I mean Charles…” you suddenly forget how to speak.

“I think he’s the ingenier meeting, I can give to him for you…” she says, taking the sheet from your hands.

“Thank you…” you reply looking at her hands “oh I love your nails….” Words just ramble on out of you making no sense.

She gracefully thanks you and you begin to walk back to leave.

When the door starts to close and you turn around to leave and your face hits Charles’s chest.

“Y/n?! What are you doing here?” he asks you looking around. You can see on his face how upset he is.

“ I just came to leave the schedule for tomorrow shooting…" you lower your voice in case his girl was listening “…. And to see how you are” you look up and smile.

Charles instead looks annoyed.

“I’m fine, I’ll be on time for the filming” he says with a dry tone and walks past you like nothing.

You turn around in shock as the door closes behind Charles.

You feel the urge of punching the door open and ruin that pretty face of him.

A few seconds ago you worried and sad for him and he just dismissed you. That’s fucking it. You weren’t up for this shit, for his shit.

And that’s how this horrible day ends.

You leave along with your coworkers with the promise of not even looking at that man again.

No one in the team is actually it’s up to go out and celebrate the few weeks away ahead. But everyone gets together for dinner at the hotel restaurant. Mechanics, engineers, hospitality staff, media team…everyone, except for the drivers.

On your way up to your room you crossed paths with Esteban Ocon. Both of you had chat around the paddock after that party in Barhain. He is a cool and friendly guy.

“You looked tired” he says walking along the hallway on the way to the elevator.

The hallways are buzzing with f1 people preparing stuff to leave the next morning.

“I am tired..” you smike looking down at your feets while walking “...Haven’t you heard? Were the shitties team of the grid now”.

“Oh please!” Esteban gives you a light pat on the back “ Don’t give that shit to me ok? I know what lausy teams are and Ferrari isn’t one of them. You’d be back on top in no time.” he says.

Even though you appreciate his nice gesture, you are feeling like crap at the moment and nothing it’s working to cheer you up.

Both keep walking along side each other, talking about random things and laughing until you reach the elevators.

“It’s the king of Ferrari’s shity weekend himself, Mr. Charles Leclerc” Esteban says out of nowhere

Your gaze down as he said that. Your eyes quickly loock up to find him and his girls waiting for the elevator too.

You’re modified and your face surely is showing it up, because you feel you cheeks burning.

Charles on the other hand doesn’t even look at you, he just smiles at Esteban’s comment, shakes his hand and introduces his girl to Esteban.

He completely ignores you.

An awardk silences falls upon everyone as the four of you wait for the elevator’s doors open.

You start biting your nails in a nervous gesture. You don't know why you're nervous, you're not doing anything wrong or out of the rules, but you're about to faint. Nerves, anger, embarrassment, all mixed up.

"Don't bite your beautiful nails" Esteban says as he removes your hand from your mouth.

You freeze at that. You look at Charles, and nothing, his face is blank. As if he hadn't heard anything.

You smile nervously.

When the doors open, you panic and excuse yourself by saying that you forgot something in the restaurant. You don't get on an elevator with them.

You stay in the lobby walking in circles with your nerves on edge. You don't really know why, but you know that it didn't look good.

After a few minutes you go up to your room, take your phone and start typing away a text message.

Charle’s POV

This has all been a mistake from the start.

He’s always in control of all situations in his life.

This time it is not the case. His giving in to the instinct to be with y/n was a mistake, because now there is no turning back for him.

He started dating someone else to stop thinking about her. But everything is useless. Now she works at Ferrari and he has to see her day after day.

The "friends who have sex" deal was a mistake too. On nights when everyone goes to the hotel rooms, he only thinks about going to bed with her and he can't. He can't because of the agreement, he can't because he thinks she's fine that way, he can't because he's seeing someone else, he can't because they work together....he can't, he can't, he can't...

"Damn the moment I let her get under my skin."

Both are so tough that neither will be willing to give in to their true desires.

She had this habit of having lunch alone and away from everyone before the races. Charles managed to watch her from afar, like a hunter, or more exactly like a stalker. Sometimes through the windows of his room in the Ferrari bunker.

She is just sitting there eating her food, reading something, writing, watching how people walk past her. She looked so at peace, so free to do what she wanted without anyone caring. And he just wanted to share that with her.

Charles wants to be with her, but he's always in control, he always knows what to do, and he's sure he'll get through this.

Spending the night with her whenever they can slip away from the world is enough for him. Or it isn’t?

The races have been so bad for him, for the team, that he constantly found himself needing to share things with someone who really understood what was happening to him. And he constantly found himself looking up her name on her phone to contact her. But he always stops himself, he's not going to succumb to her, he's not going to show anything.

The season it’s crap. Everything goes wrong.

After the races it's hard to stay positive and in control.

He then asks his friends and his girl to come join him.

Everything is relatively in control.

All of that changes every time she tries to contact him.

Back in the Ferrari hospitality area after this Australian race, he meets her at the door of her private room. And the whole facade almost falls apart when she asks him how he is. She has clearly seen that his girl is with him.

His mind only thinks of not thirsting. He just answers her curtly and goes to his room, where the torture of pretending to be okay awaits.

He gets to feel better after having dinner with his girl and his friends.

Walking towards the elevator, he sees her in the distance, walking next to his friend Esteban Ocon, laughing happily chatting.

"What the hell...?" he mutters under his breath. His girl is next to him.

When the four of them arrive at the doors of the elevator, an awkward silence falls over them. Esteban dares to touch her and tell her not to bite her beautiful nails.

Every cell in his body is on fire with jealousy. But he knows that he can't do anything. And he won't do anything because he is in control of everything.

He knows that she is not comfortable because she decided not to get on the elevator with them.

On the elevator, things start to get out of hand for him.

"Chatting with the enemy?" Charles tells Esteban, who is laughing at something he is seeing on his cell phone.

"Uh? who? y/n?" Esteban answers looking at him.

Charles nods.

"Oh! We've talked a lot these days. She's nice. Maybe I'll buy some artwork from her to decorate my new apartment" he replies casually.

"You've talked a lot?...I see" Charles answers, biting his lip, refraining from asking anything else.

By the time Charles arrivesin his room, nothing is under control.

Charles is jealous. Who knows why, she's only been talking to Esteban. But even so, he no longer has control over what he is feeling. And that's not good.

The couple enters the room, the girl falls on the bed and turns on the tv.

Charles goes to the bathroom, and looking in the mirror washes his hands while he chews on his feelings.

He returns to the room, and begins to remove his bracelets and watch. His mind wanders everywhere.

Then his phone vibrates with a text message.

From: y/n

"I just went up to your room to check on you. I know it's been shitty weeks for you. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I promise to keep my distance."

Charles's eyes read the text message.

"Distance?, from me?" he thinks

His mind goes blank, he is purely instinct now.

"I have an emergency meeting with my team. I'll be back in a bit." It was the last thing he said before closing the hotel room door behind him.

Already in the elevator, with his phone in his hands, he could only think that he did not want to put distance between him and her.

His feet seem to have a mind of their own when they walk towards her room.

He knocks on the door.

"I don't want distance between her and me," he thinks as he listens to her footsteps approaching to open the door.

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