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Mind, Body and Soul (CL16 x Reader)

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In order for your family to possess sole dominion of Monaco, all you have to do is to take out Charles Leclerc, the heir to the Leclerc crime family. It'll be the easiest kill of your career. He is your husband, after all.

So @norrisleclercf1 (an extremely talented writer with an amazing brain and a dear friend) sent me mafia prompts because I was in a rut, and this will be the first of a few mafia-themed fics which may or may not take place in the same universe. I have yet to decide on that.

My (title to be determined) mafia collection will be a series on Patreon, but everyone gets access to the first installment ✨ I'm still thinking about if I will do abridged versions here on tumblr for the rest of them (coming soon: Max, Oscar, Lando), but do consider becoming a member of my Patreon if you want access to my works first and a few exclusives!

Warnings: Smut (minors DNI), mentions of violence, guns, murder, death, a bit of knifeplay, degradation

The sun is shining through the windows of your bedroom when you wake up.

Rays of light are soft and warm as they caress your face, making for a pleasant awakening.

How apt, you think to yourself, given the significance of the date today. A day that you’ve been eagerly anticipating for years. A thrill shoots through you when you think about what you have planned for today.

Today is the day you kill Charles Leclerc.

Your husband.

A marriage between your families, two of the biggest crime families in the country, was always going to be deadly. Merging your family’s resources and power with the Leclercs’ influence and connections made you unstoppable. At this point, you basically controlled the entire country, and then some.

Rival bloodlines were extinguished swiftly and viciously. Competitors doing business in the same areas were either acquired, or similarly exterminated.

You chuckle when Max, Charles’ second in command, comes to mind. A calculated, ruthless assassin- and Charles’ closest confidante. You looked forward to having him in your employ, and yours alone.

As Charles’ wife, you’d acquire all of his assets, Max included, when he tragically passed later today. The perks of marriage.

Something akin to guilt tickles your brain as you unlock the safety box that you have had stashed deep in your closet to reveal a pistol. It is nondescript, simple, common, and tonight’s murder weapon.

It is also not something that would be traced back to you, or your family.

You may be the heiress to a dominant crime family, but you’re also a woman. Your guns are typically embellished with delicate engravings of your family crest, your bullets punctuated with your initials. Some would call it idiotic to have such blatant evidence of your involvement in such violent crimes, but to you it was a combination of girlishness and pride- you had all branches of the country’s law enforcement under your thumb. The thought of them even pressing charges against you was comical.

Your name struck fear into the hearts of many, with many murders toting your signature.

For Charles, however, it was a murder that you couldn’t sign. No matter how much you wanted to.

It wasn’t that Charles was a bad husband, or anything- quite the opposite.

In your younger years, when you would encounter him at negotiations between your families, you had picked up on the fact that he always seemed to be fiddling with a knife, a slow, sadistic smirk on his devastatingly handsome face. You used to think that he’d be a psychopath, a bloodthirsty monster of a man, but through your families’ merger, you had come to discover that he was just as sweet as he was deadly.

The display case of knives and guns in your private armory hadn’t come as a surprise to you. It also looked quite good beside your collection.

What had come as a surprise to you, however, was how doting he was. Fresh flowers would fill the ornate glass vase on your dining table every morning. You’d once caught him arranging them by his own hand when you had woken up a tad bit earlier than usual. Birthdays would always come with luxurious gifts- clothes, guns, jewelry, knives. It was touching how intimately he had come to know you.

Charles was also an affectionate lover. You hated to admit it, but you would miss the way his arms would wrap around your waist when he slid into bed late at night, or the way he kissed your shoulder before heading out to a fancy dinner.

He would be missed, for certain. Even by you.

That was not going to get in the way of your takeover of the Leclerc crime family.

Nothing was.

The evening is quiet and intimate.

When Charles doesn’t have anything lined up after the sun sets, the two of you end up on the roof deck of your mansion.

You’d asked your husband to keep tonight free for the two of you to spend some quality time together- and it wasn’t like he’d ever say no to you, whether you asked for a Birkin or for a slaughter.

The result?

The two of you lounging on one of the many comfortable couches on the roof deck, an unreasonably expensive bottle of wine split between the two of you. The moonlight reflects off the wine glasses that rest on the table in front of you quite nicely, complimented by the candle light.

A quintessential romantic night between husband and wife.

Beside you, Charles is absolutely relaxed, his body sunken into the cushions. His green eyes are unguarded and half lidded. A slow smile spreads across his face, one that resembles a content kitten.

“I’m glad you asked me to take the night off, cherie.” Your husband tells you, reaching for your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. Green eyes flutter in satisfaction as he looks at you. “It has been a while since it’s been just the two of us like this, non?”

Charles really is deadly beautiful. His tan skin is warm against yours, even in the cool evening breeze. His hair gleams in the candlelight, casting shadows over his face that perfectly accentuate his angles. His pink lips are soft and gentle in the smile he gives you. It’s amusing to think that this is the same man who had grinned at you psychotically as he slit the throat of the head of the Binotto crime family two weeks ago.

In response to his words, you hum in a noncommittal fashion, stretching out on the couch. You are clothed in one of Charles’ polo shirts, which hangs loosely on your frame. As you stretch out on the couch, the bottom of his shirt rides up ever so slightly, revealing a sliver of smooth skin on your thigh. So little, but so tantalizing to the green eyes that track your motions.

“You need a break every once in a while, love.” You say placidly, patting Charles’ thigh affectionately. “Even a don has to unwind every now and then. Besides, I missed you.”

You take the glass of wine that rests in front of you between your fingers delicately. Red painted lips press against the rim as you down the remaining liquid. The sweetness hits your tongue, and you let out a small noise of disappointment when you realize that your glass is now empty.

So is the wine bottle.

“Let me get more wine,” you mutter to the relaxed lump on the couch that is Charles with a peck to his temple, giving him a sweet smile before you get up to head to the wine cellar. You smooth his shirt down on your body, then you make your way back into the house, hips swaying ever so slightly.

As you walk away from where you and Charles had been seated, his watchful gaze never leaves your form.

It’s time, you tell yourself as you enter the wine cellar.

You walk to the specific cabinet that houses your stock of 1945 Romanee-Conti. As you pull the bottle from the rack, you reach behind to also procure the gun you had been so meticulously polishing earlier that same day.

As the cold gun metal makes contact with your fingertips, you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you’re about to do next.

You like Charles well enough. His death- a real shame, truth be told.

Eh. It wasn’t like there was a shortage of rich, handsome men in Monaco. You’d find another husband soon. One that didn’t make your monopoly of the country a joint endeavor.

A perfectly manicured finger unlocks the bullet chamber. All you have to do is reload the gun, make your way back to the roof, and place a bullet in between Charles’ perfectly shaped eyebrows.

The desolate, grieving wife act would soon follow.

You had the perfect black dress for the funeral.

Now if only the gun would close properly. Damn these cheap, poor quality guns, you think as you struggle to lock the bullet chamber properly-

“Oh, cherie.”

A chill runs up your spine at the Monegasque accent reverberating throughout the wine cellar.

Before you can react, there is a large hand wrapped around both your wrists, holding them so tightly behind your back that you drop the gun.

Your husband is pressed against your back, and you can feel every inch of hard muscle pressed up against your body.

Charles’ other hand travels up to pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail, yanking your head back violently. You bite back a yelp at the pain.

“So much for unwinding, hm?” He whispers in your ear, his voice laced with danger, his breath caressing your skin.

Fuck.

You decide to play innocent. You have a backup plan of course, a particularly sharp one, literally up your sleeve. “You didn’t have to get up, Charlie. I was just getting more wine for us.”

A psychotic chuckle.

“I am not a fool.” Charles says to you lowly, his usually calm and pleasant voice laced with absolute ire.

Your husband roughly manhandles you, his motions so swift that you don’t even know how you end up bent over the table in the middle of the wine cellar.

Your mind is running a hundred miles an hour. All you have to do is to get to the knife that’s strapped to your forearm, and slit his throat. You start to wriggle in Charles’ hold, and you manage to wrangle yourself away from his grasp.

So close- your fingers are so close to your weapon when Charles is back on you, throwing the sharp blade to the ground, where it clatters loudly.

“Did you really think you could kill me?” Charles snarls out as he pounds into you from behind roughly, his hands gripping your hips so tight that you know he’ll leave handprints. “Think I’d be easy to take out, just because you have a pretty face? Think again, cherie.”

The sarcastic undertone of his words has you clenching around him, a lewd moan spilling from your lips, eyes rolling back in your head as he makes a particularly harsh motion that hits a spot inside you that you didn’t know existed.

You see stars.

“Charles!” You moan out, your hands grasping out helplessly onto the table to try and stabilize yourself against the man who’s rearranging your insides with each snap of his hips, whose hands are claiming each inch of your skin that he can reach, feral grunts and moans filling every space of the cellar. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

A sharp, cold sensation trails up your spine, tearing through the shirt that you’d stolen from Charles’ closet earlier that day to reveal the expanse of your back.

“Ah ah,” Charles laughs manically, tutting at you disapprovingly. One of his hands pushes your body down onto the table, making you let out a sound of pain. “Don’t squirm too much, my precious wife. You wouldn’t want to cut yourself, hmm?”

His words don’t strike fear into your mind.

Instead, the thought of one of Charles’ knives, much like the one he had been fiddling with at that meeting all those years ago, drawing blood from your skin, carving his initials into your body, mind and soul makes you pant even harder underneath his relentless ministrations.

“Please,” you whimper, squirming all the more, even going so far as to arch your body ever so slightly against whatever part of him you can reach with his strong hold on you. “Do it.”

The sharpness digs into your skin even more, pain only amplifying the pleasure you’re feeling more and more with each passing second underneath Charles.

“So much for taking me out.” Charles gloats, trailing the blade up your back and to your neck, pressing it down- not enough to break your skin, but enough for you to cry out at how it presses against your airway. “I could kill you right now, cherie. But you’re here, whining on my cock, crying with my knife to your throat. Pathetic- ah fuck, i’m close.”

Despite yourself, you know you’re close too. You can feel the familiar tension in your nether regions building more and more, the heat spreading throughout your body, primal need taking over as you reach our peak.

“Charles!” You whine out pathetically, nails clawing at nothing as you climax around him, your walls tightening around him, filthy wet sounds of your cunt clenching and spasming around his cock ringing in both of your ears, your entire being collapsing on the table from the absolute pleasure that racks your body.

Your vision goes white.

A purely animalistic growl fights its way out of the throat of the man behind you after one particularly hard thrust, then Charles is releasing inside you- filling you up with his seed, spouting filthy, nasty litanies.

“You would literally die for this cock to cream inside you, so fucking take it,” Charles moans as he continues to spill inside you, his entire body trembling behind you, a hand moving to pull you up against his chest roughly. He bites into your neck, pure domination running through his veins at how you’re helpless to his every whim, grinning at the way his teeth leave marks on your skin.

“Now what do I do with you, you nasty little traitor?”

“Did you have fun, cherie?” Charles asks you from beside you on the bed, pressing a gentle kiss to the indents his bite had left on your neck. “I think it’ll bruise. Do you want me to get you an ice pack?”

“Yes, it was perfect, amour.” You reassure him, turning in bed to be face-to-face with your husband. Your eyes are warm and loving as you look at your husband’s worried expression. Charles’ brows are furrowed in concern, lips slightly parted, eyes alight with worry. You stroke his face gently. “I asked you to bite me. You didn’t hurt me. It was hot.”

“I trust you,” Charles says to you softly, green eyes gazing intently into yours, his voice serious. “You would tell me if it was too much? If you are not feeling well? I may have gone a little too rou-”

You decide to cut the oncoming worried rambling immediately.

“My only suggestion is that we should do the scene the other way around too. It’s been getting too boring without any opposition.” You tell your husband with a small laugh, before pecking him lightly on the lips. “Now stop worrying and get some sleep, love. We’re taking Penelope to the shooting range tomorrow. Our best man’s child has to know how to protect herself, after all.”

Charles lets out a groan that is mixed with a chuckle at your words, rolling his eyes as he pulls you into his arms, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “You’ll have her getting her guns engraved. We’ll have to get Oscar to allocate a budget for that.”

“I’m sure I can make any hassle it would be for you worth your while,” you say teasingly, with a flutter of your lashes.

As you fall asleep next to each other, Charles makes a mental note to make the necessary arrangements tomorrow. Whatever his love desires, he wills into reality- anything for the one who possesses his mind, body and soul.

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costkappen · 6 days

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Boyfriend texts with Daniel 🫶🏻

Warnings: suggestive, 18+

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costkappen · 6 days

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Y'all won't fucking believe what happened today at work 😭 so to explain a bit, one part of my job is to bring food to the hospital patients, today while I was doing it my colleague went in the room, then RAN OUT with the most shocked face ever and said "you bring her the food please" she didn't say why so when I went in to the room, this woman turns her face to look at me and Istg half of her fucking cheek was missing she looked like those zombies in movies where you can see inside their mouth cuz half of their face is missing 😭 anyways when I got out my colleague was already to the next room pressed to the door with her hand over her heart I thought homegirl was going to faint💀

#the patient kinda looked cool tho ngl #btw she was like that because of a tumor #apparently she smoked like 70 cigs a day????#how do you even have the time to smoke so much #also i was told she was rich because she had a whole ass company

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costkappen · 10 days

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Have My Baby

Pairing: Mafia!Max x Reader

Words: 4.6K

Rating: R

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, slight size kink, p in v, oral (f receiving), wrap it before you tap it, dirty talk, mention of murder, etc.

Synopsis: Max wants another baby, but he'd have to convince you first.

A/N: I could cry with finally finishing this, @leclerced, @mariahcarreyyy, and @piastrification since here go babes, hope you love it, since I kept bothering y'all about it. Sorry, love ya ♥️

"Daddy, when do we go see Tante Victoria?" Max looks down and sees Casper playing with his toy cars on the floor. Max was getting ready to go into the office today, having just gotten out of the shower, and debated shaving. "Why would we go see Tante Victoria?" Max picks up the razor, still thinking it over. "Because Mama said she had a baby," Max hums, put the razor down, and moves into the closet.

He slid on his briefs and black dress pants, pulled out a belt, and weaved it through the holes. "That's right. She did have a baby, but she needs to heal first," Max explains, groaning, knees popping as he sits on the floor, joining Casper in playing cars. Are Mama and you going to have another baby?" Max chuckles, but honestly, that thought has been in his mind for a while.

Max wanted nothing more than to have a baby girl, but he needed to slowly convince you. You weren't in love when you two had Casper and Fabian—far from it. The marriage was arranged, and Max was so cold-hearted to you; the only reason the twins were born was out of the duty of needing an heir. Instead, he got two. Max slowly broke down when the boys were around five months old, and something in him changed forever.

It was maybe when someone tried to kill you three, he just snapped, and it made him aware of his feelings. Max didn't want a weakness, yet not showing it created one anyway.

Shaking his head, he leans over and kisses Casper on top of the head, who looks up with identical eyes, smiling. "Daddy, can we go wake Mama?" Max nods and stands, picking up Casper and carrying him into the bedroom. You lay there, sleeping peacefully, clutching onto Max's forgotten pillow. "Be gentle, mijn lieve engel." Casper nods and slowly crawls up, and Max smiles.

He never thought that five years after the twins were born, he would be carrying his little boy and happy at the thought of you waking up and smiling at him. "Mama, the sun is up; you should be up," Max smirks, seeing a small smile pull at your lips, fingers twitching. You probably woke when Caspian first came in and started to play on the bathroom floor while Max showered.

Casper loved being near Max, constantly surrounded by his father, and Max adored it. Fabian was always by your side; Max loved them both equally, but Casper reminded him of him when he was that age. He loved cars and wanted to be by his father. Max refuses to be like his father, but he still remembers the day he snapped at Casper, and the poor baby was terrified of him. Max still never fully forgave himself for that.

"Mama, wake up. Daddy and I need kisses." Max chuckles, moves to your side of the bed, and sits on the edge of it. Yeah, we need kisses," he whispers, giggling. You open your eyes and see your perfect boys, minus the one who loved sleep more than anything. "Well, let me pay the kiss tax then," Sitting up, you kiss Casper all over his face, turning your head. Max is quick and steals a quick kiss before kissing you again, this time slower.

"Ewwww," Casper gags, making you two giggle and pull him into a hug. "Go wake your brother," Max picks up Casper, who kicks and then runs down the hall, yelling Fabian's name. "Good morning," You breathe, and Max swoops down, stealing another kiss; you sigh, feeling his bare chest against your skin. "Go put on another shirt, we don't need another baby," You joke, but Max doesn't laugh. He wants another baby.

"Victoria had her baby." You smile, and Max nods. He wasn't very close to his sister, just enough to have a relationship, but with him being the head of the Dutch Mafia, Victoria didn't want her kids or husband in harm's way. He respected it. "Yes, a little girl. Is she cute?" Max asks, walking to the closet and grabbing a white button-down. "She's so adorable," You gush; you loved being an aunt but a mother even more.

Max smirked and walked back in, buttoning up his shirt. "Our baby girl would be cuter," He makes the comment offhanded, knowing you wouldn't think much of him saying that. He always liked to say your boys were cuter than his nephews. "Yeah," You whisper, looking at the picture of your niece with a smile. Max smiles and moves, pulling you close by your ankles, causing a squeal.

"Hey, you know I love you, right?" Max rarely said it, so when he did, it always caught you off guard and made you nervous. "I know, I've always known." You whisper, pressing your foreheads together before kissing him gently. "Go say bye to the boys. Come home safe to me." Max nods and kisses you one more time, savoring the moment. Sighing, he pulls away and heads to the boy's rooms.

He stops just a little from their door, hearing their laughter and play fighting. "You'll never win!" Fabby yells, and Casper's loud giggles fill the room. Max could listen to that sound for the rest of his life if he could. He did this job so they could laugh and have that innocence for a little longer. Moving, he knocks on the door and pokes his head in; blinking fast, he takes in the scene before him.

"Casper, why are your pants on your head?" The twins giggle like it's some secret, making Max smile softly and enter the room. "We're bandits, Daddy," Fabian says in an obvious tone as if Max should've known what they were doing. "Bandits, hm, alright, my little bandits, get dressed and eat breakfast. I've got to go to work." Max yanks the pj pants off Casper's head, who giggles and grabs some shorts and t-shirts.

Crouching down, Max helps the twins get dressed, giving each a hug and kiss. "Be good for your mother, understand me, little bandits?" Both boys nod, "Boys! Breakfast!" The twins shove each other all the way, laughter on their trail. Max stands and walks past the kitchen; catching your eye, he winks and walks out the door.

"Mommy, sleepy." Looking up, you see the time and notice you missed their nap. Placing your book down, you let Fabby crawl into your arms as Casper was knocked out on the floor. "Can we watch cartoons?" Kissing the top of his head, you pull him closer and nod. "Of course, Scooby-doo?" Fabby's little head moves up and down quickly.

Hearing the theme, you settle in, but with the warmth and weight of your baby, you, too, fall asleep.

Max hated when you didn't answer his calls, but honestly, it was the perfect excuse to get away from work, leaving everything to the kids and letting them get trigger-happy. He was getting older and didn't find the thirst for blood anymore; it's crazy how you and the kids have changed him so much.

There was also a slight butterfly feeling in his stomach. He learned this was called anxiety from you. He was never one to be anxious, but after you had the boys, whenever you didn't answer, or you weren't wearing your tracker. Max gifted you a first-anniversary diamond necklace; it was small, perfect, and didn't draw attention. While the diamond was perfect, underneath it was a little tracker.

You knew it was a tracker and always wore it for your protection. Today, though, you and the boys were having a lazy day as the nice weather had taken a turn, and it was raining. Max tries hard not to think the worst, as the guards alert him that no one has entered or even left the penthouse, so he knows you and the boys are safe. Pulling up, he doesn't bother locking the car as he steps into the elevator and hits his floor.

Living at the top pays off, especially when you own the building. Stepping off, he nods to his guards, and they move back downstairs, where they had only stayed in the house when Max wasn't home. Smiling, he hears the Scooby-Doo cartoon and slowly moves into the living room and stops, taking in the scene before him.

You lay on the couch with Fabby and Casper cuddled into you. Max can't help but think back to when they were newborns when you and Max would be so tired and fall asleep on the couch with them curled between you two. It was Max's first memory of truly falling in love with you and the kids. Moving closer, he leans over the couch and kisses your cheek gently. "Love you," He whispers, removes his shoes to not wake you three, and heads to the kitchen.

Seeing the staff, Max smiles and waves them off. "Have the night off; I can cook." They all nod, say their thanks, and leave out the back door, and Max smiles, thinking about the cook. Rummaging through the fridge, he finds chicken, nuggets, and other foods. He steps up the grill and turns it on. Max moves around cooking dinner and smiles at the finishing products. Grabbing the plates, he places the plates down and puts the boy's sippy cups and you in a small glass of wine with water, and he just drinks water.

Walking in, he sees Casper is awake and makes grabby hands for his Dad. "Take a good nap with Mommy?" Casper lays his head on Max's shoulder and nods his head. "Hungry?" Casper nods again, Max taking him, placing him in his chair, and passing him his apple juice. "Thank you, Daddy." Max turns and feels his heart melt, seeing his sweet boy so soft and warm. "You're welcome, Casper; I will get your mother and brother. Be good." Casper nods and stares at the strawberries beside the meal, and Max chuckles.

Heading in, he leans against the door frame, watching as you trace the outline of Fabian's sleeping face. "Makes me want another," You whisper, sensing Max's eyes watching you. Your husband has to take a deep breath to stop his body from reacting; smiling sweetly, he walks over and pulls you two into his arms. "I wouldn't mind another," You smile hearing those words but shake your head slightly as Fabby whines and rubs his eyes.

"Buddy, I made dinner. Are you ready?" Fabby sits up, and you're lucky you have fast reflexes. You lean back quickly when Fabian runs into the dining room. "You cooked?" You weren't shocked. Max used to cook for you all the time initially, but he stopped a while ago. I felt like doing it while you were sleeping with the boys." Max helps you up and pulls you into his chest, kissing the tip of your nose.

"I made you a salad if you want it. But I grilled chicken, rice, and some veggies. The boys are eating cut-up grilled chicken, a little serving of mac and cheese, and their favorite fruit. I will also try to get them to try out veggies." You swear you fall in love with him all over again hearing that. "You're hot being a dad, you know that?" Max chuckles and leads you to the dining room.

"I'm a daddy," You laugh, smacking his stomach as you join your two boys for dinner.

"Victoria, she's adorable." You coo, washing your hands, eagerly waiting to hold your baby niece. Victoria and her family decided to pay a visit after she was feeling better. Victoria knew it'd be easier to visit and safer for her to come to you four. Fabian and Casper look into the car seat, staring as their cousins play with Max on the floor.

"Mommy, can we have one?" Fabian turns, staring at you with wide eyes, and you think for a moment. Max's attention suddenly zeroes in on you. Fabby, why don't you go play with your Dad and cousins," You deflect the question, and Max stares at you; looking sideways, you blush at the way your husband is staring at you. "Here you go," you sit down and happily take the baby into your arms, Max clears his throat and tells the boys to run off.

The four terrors run down the hall to the twins, and Max stands, fixes his pants, and sits down next to you. "What do you think?" You giggle at Max's dumb question but really consider it. Did you really want a third? Recently, you've been seeing the kid's old baby stuff around, making you miss having a baby in the house. "Can I?" Max whispers as your niece has fallen asleep.

Victoria smiled, relaxing as her husband was watching the boys, letting her have a breath. Max gently takes the baby and stands, rocking side to side, and damn if it didn't do something to you. Seeing your husband in his suit holding a baby girl did something to you in a way you couldn't understand. It made your body light up with need, making it impossible to sit still.

Max knew what he was doing to you; it was a dirty trick, really. He noticed how you reacted to some character on a show who was still in his suit and holding his child. Max ensured they arrived right when he got home, so he had no excuse to change. Seeing how your breathing has picked up, your pupils dilated to the point he couldn't see the color in your eyes.

"Tori, she's so lovely," Max whispers, gently lowering the baby into the little cot. He smiles when she grabs his finger and holds on tight. And strong, too," he giggles and can't help but imagine holding his little girl. A little girl with your hair and his eyes, he could picture it. "Daddy, can we have one?" Max looks down, sees Casper, and chuckles, kneeling slowly with the baby in his arms. "You want another sibling?" Casper nods and leans, kissing his cousin's head gently before running down the hall.

You can't help but think about liking another baby in the house.

Standing in the bathroom, you gently remove your makeup and watch Max climb out of the shower. "Max?" Wrapping the towel around his waist, he grabs his toothbrush. He looks at you through the mirror, waiting for you to continue. "Um, I've been thinking about having another baby," you look down, embarrassed to even say this. "So have I, I'd like a little girl, but I'd be okay with another boy," Shrugging his shoulders, he starts to brush his teeth while you smile. "Yeah, I'd like a little girl too," Picturing yourself holding a baby with a pink hat.

"Do you have to go?" Holding your tea, you sit on the ottoman as Max packs a bag, fast and filled with anger. "Yes, I don't want to go, trust me. The last thing I want to do is leave you and the boys," Zipping it up, he almost breaks the zipper and leans on his dresser, the tension like a rubberband ready to snap.

"I'll tell them you went to visit Victoria," You never liked telling the boys what their father was really doing; they're only four years old. "That's smart, considering she lives far." Max stands up and faces you. It was early, far too early for you to even be up. But, the sound of his phone going off woke you, and here you sat with one lamp, wearing his shirt and drinking tea.

He couldn't love you more. "I love you," He can't help the words pass his lips as he stalks forward, pulling you up and kissing you deeply, but with such passion, you want to cry. It was the kiss he gave you, the same one that said goodbye in such a strange way that made your soul ache. Pulling away, Max smiles, seeing your eyes closed, taking in the kiss. "Come back to me," You whisper, eyes fluttering open as you stare into his. "I'll burn the world down to come home to you." Kissing you gently all over your face, arms strong around your body.

Kissing you one last time, he slips into the shadows, leaving you cold. You never thought Max would be your warmth.

"Mommy, I miss Daddy," Fabian whispers as you tuck him into bed. It was the fifth night Max was gone, and you were trying to explain why he had been gone so long. "I know, baby, I miss Daddy too." Lying on his bed, Casper is fast asleep and curled around his lion plushie Max got him when they were firstborn. Fabian curls more into your side as you read him another bedtime story. Soft breaths pull your attention, and you see Fabian is now passed out, clutching his lion stuffie close.

Sliding slowly off the bed, you're careful not to wake him. Bending down, you ghost over a kiss on both your boy's heads, slipping out of the room and closing the door. Resting your back on the door, you wish you had Max with you; the boys would love to sleep in your bed with your husband. They always slept with you two when he came back from his trips.

Closing your eyes, you take another deep breath, push off, and head to your bedroom. You hated how cold it felt still, how much you craved to smell just a hint of his cologne, his gummy smile when the boys did something that made him so happy, the way he moved through the house like he wasn't there, but you knew from the giggles that trailed him. You missed him in such a way that ached deep within. You fall asleep crying.

Max groans, rolling his neck as he steps into the penthouse. His guards nod, but he waves them away and slips his shoes off, not wanting to wake anyone. Max wants to slip into a hot shower, pull you into his arms, and fall asleep. He wants nothing more than to grab the boys, but he worries that seeing him slightly bruised and cut will scare them. So he just heads to your shared room and slips in; noticing how you're curled around his pillow, he feels a deep pang in his heart.

He missed you the most during the night, wanting nothing more than to reach over and feel your body melt into his. It's been cold at night, and he no longer refuses to deal with that. Sighing, he pulls at his shirt, groaning quietly as his ribs ache from the cuts and bruises on them. Mud and blood in his hair, face, and clothes, burying a dead body was not easy. Especially when the body used to be one of your men. Turning on the shower, his muscles relax as he thinks about how good it will feel to have the warmth on his cold-bitten skin.

Stripping off the rest of the clothes, Max stretches, steps into the shower, and groans at the heat seeping deep into his skin. Closing his eyes, Max leans his head back and enjoys the silence of his own home. Max craved silence as he grew up with such anger and hatred it was never quiet. Now, he loved the silence here, but it was a different type of silence. The silence meant everyone was happy, loved, and at peace. Max loved the noise; it was no longer filled with anger and hatred. It was one filled with childlike innocence and happiness; he craved it while he was away.

Max opens his eyes and smiles, turning his head and seeing the outline of your figure. "Join me?" It was a soft ask that required you to lift his shirt over your head and drop it. Max craved to feel your skin against him, like air, and he couldn't breathe. "You're home," You whisper, sighing when Max pulls you close to each other's naked body. "I'm home," He whispers, resting his forehead on your shoulder blade. You loved having his body pressed against you, which made you feel safe, but it was also dizzy. Max was built and bigger than you, and it just made your brain go fuzzy around the edges.

Max knew what he was doing, pushing his body against you; you made it no secret that you loved he was bigger than you. "Max," You whisper, running your hands down his back as he presses himself against you, pressing kisses over your neck and shoulder. "Max," You whimper as his teeth scrape the weak spot over your neck that makes your legs feel weak. "Yes, Schat?" His voice husky and deep, pulling back his eyes dilated and dark. "I want another baby," You whisper, slowly spreading your legs, and Max groans.

Reaching down, you let your head thump back on the glass as his rough fingers ghost over your lips. "Yeah? Do you want another baby? Want me to fill you so deep?" His voice turns into a growl, fingers moving and pinching your clit before rubbing slow circles. You whimper, grabbing onto his shoulders, and nod your head fast. "Yes, fuck please, fuck me so deep, use me. Please, Max." You beg, the ache between your legs growing so that you could cry from him just burying himself deep inside you.

Max smirks, moving his hand up your back and into your hair, grabbing it and pulling your head back, and you hiss, the burn scratching something deep in you. "Spread your legs, my little siren." You giggle, having not heard that nickname in so long. You clumsily grab the bars in the shower and spread your legs, Max slowly getting to his knees and pressing kisses on your hip. "Sorry," You apologize, and Max arches an eyebrow. "Siren, I don't care." He chuckles at the hair. He could give a damn.

You gasp, closing your eyes when his tongue flattens and suddenly licks up and down with slow, long stripes. Body relaxing, you let your weight fall on his face, and he groans, feeling it. Large hands move up the back of your legs before slapping your ass. A surprised laugh escapes you, and Max smirks, blue eyes bright, as his lips wrap around your clit and suck before letting go and moving his tongue fast before slowing down. His hands move away from your ass and hold onto your hips and groan, feeling the way you're getting puffy.

He's missed this feeling, the way your pussy feels on his face. He could die like this happily. You whine at Max's pace, and he moves one of his hands, fingers moving down and slowly entering you before curling and moving in and out. You sigh, the feeling in you turning warm as you feel that slight tightness in the stomach grow more and more. Max, feeling your warm and cushy, pulls, pulls his fingers out and lays one last kiss. You open your eyes, vision hazy as you slip, and Max catches you holding you up.

"Turn around, siren." You nod and turn around, spreading your legs as you feel him stand right behind you. He groans, staring at your ass, slapping it, the sound bouncing off the shower walls. You groan, dropping your head at the heavy feeling of his hand slapping you. Max smirks as he jerks himself slowly. He moves and rubs himself between your lips, and your mouth waters, missing the weight of him in you. "Max, don't tease me." You beg, and he chuckles, leaning over your back.

His hand grabs your throat and arches you back. "Don't mouth off to me, siren, or else I'll choke you with my cock instead." Moaning at the idea, he chuckles and slowly slides in, your mouth dropping open as he stretches you open with a delicious feeling. Max bottoms out, groaning as he takes in the sight of your back arching and the reflection of the glass, your mouth open and eyes rolled back. "Ready?" You nod at his question as he pulls back and then forward.

The motion has you rocking forward, slamming your hands on the glass they drag down as his hips slam hard on your ass, fucking you hard and deep. "Fuck, feel so damn good." You whimper, trying to find something to hold onto. Reaching around, Max takes both your wrists in his large hand and pulls your arms back. The sting of everything itched something deep in you. "Right there, fuck Max," Max smirks and pulls your arms and moves his hips faster, watching your tits bounce; leaning back, he enjoys the view of him pulling out and being swallowed by your pussy.

Max pulls you, and you whimper at the loss. Spinning you around, he picks you up with ease, and you whine as he presses your back onto the cold shower window and you whine. Max wraps his arms under your legs and places your ankles on his shoulders as he slides into you again. Your fingers pull at his short blonde strands, groaning; he fucks deeper into you from this angle.

"Want a baby? Want me to fuck a baby into you? Fuck, you'd look gorgeous all swollen with my baby. Goddamn," Max groans, his legs burning, but he doesn't care to be driven by his need to fill you and make sure you know who's gotten you pregnant. "Yes, please, Max," You cry, tears swimming in your eyes. "Yeah, going to fuck you, full baby, beg for it." You whimper as you try to find the words, but your mind is blank, just being so fucked out of it. Max groans and reaches down, rubbing his thumb over your sensitive clit. "Max," Your voice is airy and squeaky as you feel everything in your body becoming hot and tight.

"Going to come around, my cock; such a good girl for me, my good girl." You whine as he angles his hips and hits your spot. As you close your eyes and open your mouth, no noise emerges as you surround him. Max still fucks you through it and groans before pulling out and then sliding deep inside you and coming, his muscles so damn tight they could snap as he continued to fuck you, making sure it was staying inside.

You whine as he pulls you and slowly sits you down. "Max," Your throat raw, but he moves and slides two fingers in you, making sure nothing drips out. You whine, sensitive, and he kisses your face gently. "Sorry, want to make sure nothing goes to waste." He whispers and pulls his fingers out, and sucks them into his mouth. "Let's finish showering." Nodding your head, too tired to keep your eyes open, he smiles and holds you close as he cleans you both.

Picking you up bridal style, he dries you off and dresses you. Kissing you gently, he lays you in bed. But he doesn't lay down just yet, pulling on some boxers and shorts; he doesn't like not having the boys here. "I'm getting the boys," you whine as an answer, breathing evening out as you fall back asleep. Max smiles and moves through the house, going to the twins' room. Stepping in, he smiles, seeing them both with their lion stuffies. Moving carefully, not wanting to step on stray toys, he scoops both boys up and smiles at their weights in his arms.

Casper whines but cuddles closer, and Fabby just lies like dead weight. Walking back to the bedroom, he lays them down gently and tucks them in before climbing in. Max smiles, pulls you three close, and sighs. Max never wanted to give this up.

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costkappen · 10 days

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Boyfriend texts with Oscar 🫶🏻2

Warnings: suggestive, 18+

Sorry for the late post but work kicked my ass today

Tag list: @firelily-mimi @scopeiguess

#formula 1 #f1 #oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri x reader #formula 1 smut #formula 1 oneshot #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 texts #f1 x reader #f1 smau

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costkappen · 12 days

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#formula 1 #f1 #lando norris #oscar piastri #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 texts #f1 drivers #f1 imagine

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costkappen · 15 days

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Boyfriend texts with Charles🫶🏻

Warnings: suggestive, 18+

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@firelily-mimi

#formula 1 #f1 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #cl16 #cl16 x you #cl16 x reader #formula 1 smut #formula 1 oneshot #formula 1 fanfic

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costkappen · 15 days

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GUESS FUCKING WHAT

#AAAAAA #charles leclerc #cl16 #lec #leclerc ice-cream #lec ice cream #formula 1

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costkappen · 16 days

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Damon Hill say somethings while actually using your brain challenge!

Can Damon Hill shut the fuck up for once

#fuck him #leave seb alone???#damon hill #sebastian vettel

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costkappen · 16 days

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CHARLES LECLERC'S ICE-CREAM IS OUT IN STORES!!! I'll check tomorrow if it's in the one near my house but idk if it's out in all italian stores🥲

#formula 1 #charles leclerc #cl16 #ice cream #lec #lec ice cream

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costkappen · 17 days

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hi!! i was reading your messages with oscar and just wanted to let yk in case you didn’t tht the m***** word is a slur

Omg i had no clue I'm so sorry :( English isn't my first language and I've always heard people use it so I thought it was okay, I modified the post!

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costkappen · 17 days

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Charles Leclerc x singer reader text 👀👀

Ok so I actually went for a ig smau but I still hope you like it! Here 🫶🏻

#formula 1 #f1

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costkappen · 17 days

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Her composer - CLxsinger!reader

Summary....Charles girlfriend just dropped her new album and she announces that some of her songs contains some of Charles works too

Warnings....none,very fluffy and sweet

Fc....Olivia Rodrigo (ik very basic but I honestly had no idea who to use🥲)

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Yourusername

Yourusername so happy to announce that my album Guts!(spilled) is out now!!! I am so immensely happy about what I have achieved and I couldn't have done this without all of you amazing fans listening to my songs🫶🏻 one special thank you goes to my lovely boyfriend @charlesleclerc that actually composed some of my songs!!! Ty sm baby I love you ❤️

Charlesleclerc love you too baby, I'm super proud !!❤️

| yourusername 🫶🏻❤️

User omg I'm so happy!! I've been waiting for this!!

User AAAAAA EVERYONE GO STREAM GUTS!!!

User omg guys🥹charles helped her compose the songs??? I might cry

| user right??? They are so cute togheter

| user my fave couple strikes again

User get yourself a boyfriend that composes songs for your album🥲

| user is this too much to ask for???😭

Taylorswift in a world of boys he's a gentleman 🫶🏻

| yourusername ly🫶🏻🫶🏻🤍

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Charlesleclerc

Charlesleclerc hello everyone! My beautiful girlfriend finally released her new album! We've been working on it so long and I'm so proud of her and of how it came out🫶🏻 I've never composed a song but I did my best for her❤️ stream Guts! @yourusername

Yourusername omg baby🥹🥹tysm I couldn't have done it without you!!

| charlesleclerc my talented queen❤️

User oooh they're being sickeningly sweet on main😭 love them but this makes me feel so lonely

| user agreed!! I want a boyfriend now

| user ok but who could ever compare to charles??

Landonorris what he said!!! Stream Guts! Also congrats @yourusername

| yourusername ty Lando!! Super happy you're enjoying Guts!

User omg guys I went to the paddock yesterday and they were blasting Guts!😭 everyone is so supportive of her i love it

| user definitely living for this yourname x F1 era!

| user literally my 2 favorite things combined...if they ever break up its over for me

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Yourusername omg guys...Guts has reached over 1.5M streams in a week....I'm speechless thank you so much to everyone that enjoyed my music!! I would've never imagined receiving all of this support, again thank you so so much! And a special thank you for the F1 girlies...I know you're here for my boyfriend but I hope you'll stay!

Charlesleclerc pretty as always❤️ 1.5M more than deserved

| yourusername might have you compose all of my songs if this is the result!😘

| user omg yes please!!! Need more yn x charles songs!

User I definitely got here because of charles but I couldn't be more happy because now i have a new fave artist🫶🏻

| user me too! I didn't know her before charles but now I'm definitely not letting her go

Francisca.cgomes loved the album babe🫶🏻 looking forward to see you more on the paddock tho I miss you!

| yourusername I miss you too pretty! I'll try my best

User ok but can we appreciate how she tanked the f1 girlies too? She's so sweet

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#formula 1 #f1 smau #charles leclerc x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #lando norris #cl16 #ln4 #taylor swift #olivia rodrigo

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costkappen · 18 days

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Trying to cook up some charle leclerc x reader boyfriend texts but I'm ALL out of ideas, so any requests are appreciated if you have anything in mind pls tell me becuz my head is completely empty 🙏🏻

#i am going insane over this #formula 1 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #request

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costkappen · 18 days

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History Repeats

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Reader x Charles Leclerc

Rating: PG

Warnings: None, just some serious angst

Words: 2.4K

A/N: The last line of the ending sucks, ignore it, also love you @mariahcarreyyy

Synopsis: After the huge fight where Charles walks out leaving Sebastian, Sebastian can't help but follow Charles and you to Australia, but what happens when he sees something the reminds him of the past. Does history really repeat itself?

If Sebastian knew one thing, history has a habit of repeating itself. He never wanted to admit that it happens, but it does, and he should accept that. But Sebastian has never really admitted to anything he didn't want to.

He especially had to start admitting his wrongs when Charles became his teammate. He thought that being the eldest driver and the number one driver in Ferrari, Charles would back down and learn his place, and he did anything but that. He challenged Sebastian but didn't care if that was his idol; he would win no matter what. It's partially why Sebastian fell in love with the young Monégasque driver. He fell in love with the fire in his eyes, the way he'd go blank and innocent looking, how he loved and touched softly; Sebastian was smitten, and he hated it.

You loved teasing your husband about it and had no shame in telling him you loved Charles. Sebastian would grumble over the young man, and you'd watch. It was like him and Mark all over again. Before you and Seb dated, you were friends first, and you remember how complex Sebastian and Mark's relationship was. You never pried into what happened between them, but it didn't take a genius to see how they still looked at one another.

Sebastian didn't like that he fell for a teammate twice. He got far too comfortable and used to having two bodies beside him when he woke. But now, he was waking up alone in his home in Switzerland. He could still hear your soft sobs from that night. Charles took off his ring, left, and flew back to Monaco. You were going after him, telling Sebastian he needed to determine what was more important: where they lived or their marriage?

To Sebastian, it was an easy choice. Their marriage was far more significant than where they lived, but why couldn't it be both? He didn't want fans constantly in their face, shoving their phones in his baby's faces; he wanted the open air and peace living in the Swiss mountains where no one could find them. Was that too much to ask for? Sebastian just finally wanted peace in his retirement. But, he'd never get that being married to Charles, and honestly, he didn't like that peace; he wanted his husband next to him, wearing his ring.

The ring that's burning a hole in Sebastian's pocket.

You and Charles had no idea that Sebastian was flying to Australia. He hasn't been able to sleep since the fights, and he wanted to have you two back finally. Sebastian was going to get his family back. He didn't care if he outed them to the world. He just wanted Charles and you to know that his selfish matters meant nothing to him. He loved you two too much to throw it away over where to live.

"Y/n," Ollie pulls out the last part of your name, pouting as you fuss over the boy's hair. "Ollie, please, just sit still. It's a bird's nest." Charles chuckles at the two of you. You move away, and he reaches over, ruffling his hair. Ollie whines and slaps Charles' hand.

"Y/n, he messed it up." You turn and glare at Charles, who shrugs his shoulders. "He's lying," You narrow your eyes, and Ollie giggles. "Oo, someone is in trouble." You turn that glare to Ollie, who stops and quiets, and Charles laughs. For his age, Ollie was rather brilliant. He noticed your relationship with Charles and said he wouldn't know anything. "Ollie, Charles, stop it." You reprimand them, and Charles goes back to his phone.

You can't help but stare at his empty ring finger and the burning on your finger and clear your throat. Since you left four weeks ago, you haven't talked to Sebastian, and you were starting to think your relationship with your husband was over. But he called you yesterday, and you two talked it over. He had asked to talk to Charles, but Charles shook his head no and refused to acknowledge that Sebastian was begging to speak to him.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but don't forget you two have that cricket thing." Slyvia's red hair makes you three nod and smile, and she eyes you but doesn't comment and walks away. "Here," you hand Ollie his hat, and he smiles brightly at you and places his head on your stomach. "Thanks, Mom." You blush and shove him lightly, which makes him giggle, and Charles smiles.

"Come on, we better get going." Charles groans and stands up, stretching, and you admire the toned muscle shown from his shirt lifting. "I'm just a piece of meat to you, aren't I?" You snap out of your trance as Charles mushes up his hair, smirking at you. "A very hot, intelligent, beautiful, amazing husband," Charles freezes, and Ollie blushes, feeling like he's intruding, and bolts as Charles melts. It's been hard on him since leaving Sebastian; he misses the man he fell in love with.

"You're more than that, Charles. Just being very hot is a bonus," you finish, wrapping his arm around you; he pulls you close and peeks your lips, smiling. "I love you so much." He whispers, and you steal another kiss and hear loud Italian, both of you rushing out as Sylvia stops and glares. "We're going, we're going," Charles grumbles and gently pushes you into the soft, warm Australian air. Sylvia eyes you, and you wave Charles off and stare at her.

"You're here a lot without Sebastian." You feel your gut twist, wishing you could tell the world that you, Sebastian, and Charles were married, but the world, well, the F1 world, wasn't ready to accept that fact. "Yes, because Sebastian is busy, Syliva. I've known Charles for a long time; I don't need my husband here when I visit." You bite back, and Slyvia arches an eyebrow and sighs. "I've known for a while, Y/n, whenever you three are ready, we've got the statement ready." Her red hair burns you almost as she follows after Charles, and you stand there, breath tight.

"Y/n hurry, before Charles comes, drag you out himself!" Syliva yells, and you snap out of it and rush to the area where fans are screaming and trying to get Charles's attention.

Charles groans as he waves and smiles at everyone. "You alright?" Ollie asks, noticing how Charles looks around. "You ever miss someone so much that no matter what you're doing, you can't stop thinking about them?" Charles asks. Ollie stutters and clears his throat before nodding with a blush coating his cheeks.

Charles chuckles, pulls Ollie into a hug, and rubs his shoulder comfortably. "We'll be okay, kid," Ollie nods, and fans go crazy seeing this interaction. "Charles?" Ollie whispers, and Charles turns away from signing and leans in, as does Ollie. "You and Sebastian will be okay too," Ollie pulls away, smiles slightly, and runs away, leaving Charles to give him his soft smile. "Cute," Charles mumbles and goes back to signing.

Sebastian pulls his hat down and sighs in peace when fans in the paddock just move around him, not really caring who he is. It helps that he's wearing a Ferrari shirt with the last name Leclerc. Everyone assumed he was just a fan, not a 4x WDC. Hearing the screams, he smiles, seeing the crowd around the Ferrari hospitality.

Heading over the building, he stops seeing Charles holding a cricket racket and Ollie beside him. Scanning the crowd, he doesn't see you and moves closer, wanting to see what they are doing. Sebastian notices how Ollie is standing closer to Charles than normal. He tries hard not to read into it but stops when he sees the way Charles gives him a soft smile and gently explains something to the confused F2 driver.

Ollie blushes, and Charles reaches up, ruffling his hair. Like ice was injected into his veins, it was Deja Vu. When he started to fall for Charles, Sebastian always ruffled his hair and stayed close to him, not wanting to overwhelm the boy during media duties like this. Ollie says something, and Charles laughs loudly and smiles so brightly that Sebastian feels sick.

As if he could tell he was being watched, Charles's head snapped back, scanned the crowd, and stopped, staring at Sebastian. Seb slowly raises a hand to wave, but Charles moves and turns his back to Sebastian, returning to talking to Ollie. Sebastian jumps when he feels a hand on his arm and sees you standing before him. "Y/n," He breathes, going in for a kiss, but you stop him. "Not here, come on." You pull him through the crowd and shove him into the hospitality.

"What are you doing here, Sebastian?" He flinches at your harsh tone, almost like you're upset with him being here. "For you and Charlie, I'm here for you two." Looking down at his feet, the ring burning. "Seb," Your voice breaks. You didn't mean to get angry at your husband. All you felt was worry when you saw him standing in that crowd, worried that the fans would see him and it'd turn to chaos.

"He's gotten close with Ollie," You look up, seeing how Sebastian refuses to look you in the eye; you almost want to laugh but don't. "Yes, Ollie and he became close. Ollie really looks up to Charles." Sebastian scuffs and plays with the wedding ring on his finger. "Is…are they…ughn." Sebastian makes a weird noise in the back of his throat. Your heart rate spikes as your mind whirls through anything he could ask.

"Sebastian, do you think they're……Sebastian, the kid is 18!" You hiss, Sebastian scuffs, and you see an anger in his eyes you've never seen before. "So?! And Charles and I had an appropriate age difference? Honestly, Y/n, look me in the eye and tell me that Charles and I had an appropriate relationship." He says you look away because, in the end, you know if people knew of this relationship, they would disagree.

"Right, so you can see my worries. He looked right at me and ignored me. Fuck, maybe we really are over." The door slams open, and Charles stands there. Ollie is behind him as Charles stalks down the hall; you can feel the anger pulsing off of him. "Ollie, go find Carlos. I need to talk with my husband and wife." Ollie swallows, nods, and slips through you three; he could practically be running with how fast he was trying to get out of there.

Charles isn't able to get his words put before Sebastian accuses him. "Are you cheating on me?" Charles stands there, his anger deflating faster than a punctured tire. He stares at Sebastian, his eyes filling with tears, letting out a wet laugh. "That's why you're here? To accuse me of cheating? Not to work on us, but to accuse me of this? Fuck you." Charles whispers, shaking his head. "You didn't answer me," "Sebastian," You growl, but Sebastian just waves you off.

"You can't blame me for asking because look at how we started." It's such a slap in the face to Charles that he stumbles back. You were well aware of how they started: After a hard race, they looked for comfort in each other, which led to one thing. Sebastian didn't tell you immediately that he was sleeping with his teammate, but you didn't tell him that you and Charles were falling in love. "You ignored me when you saw me, Charles, immediately you turned to Ollie. You didn't even smile." Seb hisses, his anger overwhelming him.

"I WAS PROTECTING YOU!" You flinch at Charles yelling. "I was protecting you, goddamit Sebastian. You were surrounded by 100 fans; what would've happened if they noticed you were there. You, haha." Charles laughs, pulling at his hair. You move to comfort him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he stares at Sebastian.

"I love you, you and Y/n. The only two people I've ever truly loved, and here I was thinking, you….you throw that back in my face. I love you, I love you," Charles repeats, trying not to break down. "Charlie, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry," Sebastian whispers and reaches out of him. Charles sobs and moves away from you, crumbling into Sebastian's arms. You sniffle and blink fast; they had a love you'll never understand, just the same between you, Sebastian, and Charles. You each love each other in a way you'll never understand.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say those things. I'm scared of losing you. I can't lose you." Sebastian whispers, Charles whimpers and buries himself deeper into Sebastian's hold. "You won't lose me, Sebby, I promise." You wipe your eyes as Sebastian looks up at you and holds his arm out. Moving, you join them as Charles takes deep breaths; Sebastian still smells of fresh air and damp wood. It was his favorite smell.

"I don't care where we live, I don't care if we're poor or rich, they're our babies, and you'll be there with me. I don't care as long as we're together. I should've said that, who the fuck cares. I just want you two. Don't leave me." Sebastian whispers.

"Do you have my ring?" Charles pulls back, and Sebastian nods fast, fumbling as he pulls out the little gold band. Charles's empty finger itches to regain the familiar weight. "I didn't mean to take it off. I was just so angry, I couldn't…." Charles's voice falls off as Sebastian grips his face, kissing him gently. Charles blushes like he is still that 20-something-year-old being kissed for the first time.

"Promise me something?" You pull away and wipe your eyes, all 3 of you looking a mess. "Anything," They both blurt and chuckle as you giggle. "Promise me that we won't do this again; we can't. I can't handle being tugged back and forth. We need to talk to each other; it doesn't matter how hard it is or if it angers us; we can't go through this again. Because, well," You trail off, and Sebastian's mouth drops open.

"No, oh my god." His voice is airy as he tries not to cry for a different reason. Charles chuckles and shakes his head. "Explains the weird pickles, peanut butter, and ice cream snacks." You slap his chest, and Sebastian moves to scoop you up, as you laugh and Charles chuckles. "I love you, I love the both of you so much."

Everything really would be okay.

#i am going to kms #jk i loved this #i love angst but angst hates me #whats better than sebcharles tho #nothing id say #sebchal #sebastian vettel #charles leclerc

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