#and charles was too fond lol
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Charles Leclerc: "Max is racing already." 🙃
Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen having a little bit of action during FP2 at the 2023 Las Vegas Grand Prix.
🎥: SkySports F1
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the orange peel theory * fem!driver
how many men in her life would stop to peel an orange for her if she asks randomly?
pairings: f1 grid x fem!driver
warnings: -
notes: juSt a random idea i got when i dreadfully peeled oranges for myself ugh i hate being single sometimes
guys this is the last vr update today i swear i’ve got too much times on my hands actually
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-> max verstappen, #1
would be in the middle of an interview after quali when she comes up to him with a mandarin orange in hand
max stops mid sentence to look down at her in confusion but will take the orange into his hands as she asks him to peel it for her politely
he would cover the mic and whisper “can this wait? i’m in the middle of something” and she shows him her hands, perfectly manicured white nails with a frown and says “i’ll stain my nails”
and he just does it, peeling the orange as he carries on with the interview after she walks away without him knowing
when he finishes, he turns to give it to her but she’s no longer there and ends up eating the orange during his interview lol
-> logan sargeant, #2
he’d be sitting in his garage minding his own business when she comes and sits next to him with a bag of mandarin oranges in hand
he doesn’t even need to be told
he immediately reaches out and starts peeling the oranges for her, even tearing away the white strands because he knows she hates those
totally nothing to do with the fact that he’s had a crush on her forever
everything to do with the fact that they grew up together and he’s too lazy to fight
-> daniel ricciardo, #3
he’s literally just walked into the paddocks for race day
he feels all cool with all the cameras
suddenly she runs over to him with an orange in her hands and a hopeful smile
“peel this for me please?”
he does it without question
he walks the paddocks with her while peeling her orange and even sparks up conversation with her
-> lando norris, #4
literally walks away when he sees her approaching him with an orange
she’s been doing it all weekend and he refuses to be a victim
also because he’s not that fond of peeling oranges
or oranges, for that matter
she tries chasing after him but when she finally catches up, he simply ignores the request to peel the orange for her
-> pierre gasly, #10
he’ll be literally walking over to the grid for the driver’s parade
looking pretty cool in his cool fits
an orange is presented to him without question
he grins at her and thanks her for the orange
walks away and eats the orange himself
-> sergio perez, #11
would also be in the middle of an interview when she comes up with an orange
would peel it because he’s a mega dad and he’s really taken a liking to her
excuses himself from the interview to do it for her real quick
would take one piece of the orange for himself
claims it’s the taxes for making him do it instead of doing it herself
-> fernando alonso, #14
takes the orange without her saying anything
he’s always seen with seb on race weekends and is very used to her antics
literally gives her the orange peel and one piece of orange
eats the orange without her saying anything
she’s in damn near tears because she really expected fernando to peel it for her without question
-> charles lerclerc, #16
is sad that she didn’t bring him an orange too
still peels it for her though
even though he was in the middle of some paddock game with carlos
asks for a piece and because she loves him and her crush is still very much present, she simply gives him the whole orange
-> lance stroll, #18
he’d have been coming out of his racing home minding his own business
they don’t interact often because she scares him
is almost scared to say no to the orange peeling and actually says no
mutters “i always knew you hated me” as she walks away
which then makes him chase her to peel the orange for her and apologise profusely
because lance and her literally never talk and it took up all her courage to approach him with this orange, she gives him half of the orange
-> kevin magnussen, #20
asks her if she's got an extra orange for his baby girl
she literally came prepared and gives one to cute baby laura
so now kevin has to peel two oranges for two babies
outrageous, if u ask him
-> nyck de vries, #21
has unfortunately departed by the time she decided to be a menace about the orange peel theory
she thinks about him often though
they're texting buddies actually
-> yuki tsunoda, #22
literally came prepared
he's got a packet of candy he bought when he flew back to japan for a visit
she gives him the whole orange
she literally peels the orange for him in exchange for the candy
-> alex albon, #23
was literally walking to the grid for the opening ceremony of the race weekend
says no immediately
but he does change his mind and asks if he can have half if he peels it for her
peels it and takes more than half of the share
-> zhou guanyu, #24
is delighted to even see her because they don't come across one another often
is kinda touched that she asked him to peel an orange but then is disappointed to find out that he's not the first victim and that this is all a tiktok trend for her
peels it anyway
asks her to bring an extra orange if there's a next time as payment
-> niko hulkenberg, #27
she literally cannot find him
doesn't get to participate in the trend
she only saw him once that weekend and it was at the opening ceremony and she only had 1 orange for alex to peel
and on the grid in his race car
-> esteban ocon, #31
absolutely ADORES her
peels it without question
peeks around her shoulder to ask if she's brought another one for him
she says yes and that he's the only one who gets one for himself because she loves him back
-> lewis hamilton, #44
this psycho literally approaches lewis when he's on an interview panel
but that's because he asked her to do it at that time so he has a excuse to escape the panel
he's just so tired of the panel interviews
giggling with her like demons as he peels the orange
-> carlos sainz, #55
peels it for her without question
the only one to ask her why she's got so many oranges to eat and hand out
also the only one to ask her if oranges have been the only thing she's eaten all weekend
inhumanly impossible to eat this many oranges in one weekend perhaps
-> george russell, #63
is literally tearing up because she came to him to ask to peel the orange
he heard from alex what she's been doing
he's been waiting all weekend for her and was sad that it seemed like she had no intentions on letting him participate in her tiktok
she feels so bad for him that she joins him in peeling an orange as well
-> valtteri bottas, #77
is confused because he's just minding his own business using his phone during the driver's briefing
peels the orange for her anyway
asks if oranges are her favourite fruit
suggests eating something less acidic to avoid a tummyache
-> oscar piastri, #81
if anyone's tired of her being a menace with all these oranges, it's going to be him
but because he knows she'll pick a fight if he says no
he will peel the orange reluctantly
takes a picture with the orange because it's the same shade as the mclaren shirt he is wearing
— bonus
-> liam lawson, #30
asks her to fuck off
only ask him to peel an orange when she's lost all the ability to peel one for herself
asks her if he can have one from her orange stash
she says no in tears because he cussed at her
shrugs and walks away
-> sebastian vettel, #5
this clinically insane woman has got this 4 time world champion peeling oranges on the pit wall during qualifying
has him throw her a peeled orange in between laps during qualifying
eats it in the car for a racing 'buff' before she drives out for a lap
she's got too many oranges so he helps her eat some of them
eating oranges = beating mclaren = beating oscar because they're all the same colour and have a correlation obviously
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Moving In And Moving On
Summary: After months of being for sale, the house across Pascale’s is sold to a young woman, Y/N. When summer comes, both women have grown close and Pascale tries to set her up with her son, Charles. However, unbeknownst to Pascale, Y/N happens to be the woman who broke Charles’ heart not so long ago…
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female reader, but Pascale turned out to be the main character lol
Warnings: Angst (fed by a cruel thing called reality) – Brief mentions of loved ones passing away – The ending sucks, but I could not come up with anything better for now
Word count: +/- 2.5k
Author’s note: This piece was initially written as part 2 to ‘Cake, coffee and…Charles’, but it can also be read as a standalone. English is not my first language, so please forgive me any grammar mistakes and incoherent writing.
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Pascale was surprised when the ‘For Sale’-sign disappeared out of the front garden from the house across hers. The house had been empty since the elderly owners – Philippe and Lydia, two 80-plussers who had been together for over 65 years - moved to a care home several years ago and after both of them passed away, the family decided to sell it.
For the entire 15 years Pascale has been living in the neighbourhood, the house has been there. She warmed up to the elderly couple living across her quite soon and since then, Pascale had been there many times to chat or to help Philippe and Lydia with gardening or housekeeping when they were having health issues. In a way, the house was a part of her life. That is why, in a fit of nostalgia and melancholy, she decided to get the spare key and cross the street to visit the house one last time, before it would be teared down.
Pascale starts her tour in the small garden at the back, in which rare flowers used to blossom. She lively remembered the times when Philippe and Lydia brought her a small bouquet of these flowers to thank her, just because. Now, these flowers are all gone, overgrown by weed. From the garden, Pascale spots the small balcony at the side of the house, from which you have an amazing view of the surroundings. Philippe would sometimes serenade Lydia from below, knowing these romantic things riled her up the wall. Another fond memory of ancient times.
When Pascale enters the house, it is pitch black and musty. She tries to open the blinds but they are rusted. The power is out as well, so she uses the flashlight of her phone to get one last look of the interior. Despite the deck of dust and the fact that it surely is outdated – the house was built somewhere in the 1960’s –, the interior still creates a feeling of coming home, a safe haven. This feeling also appealed to Pascale’s three sons, who visited Philippe and Lydia from to time when they were young as the house looked like their grandparents’, who passed away too soon. When reminiscing the fond memories of her sons with ‘Phi and Ly’, she spots a picture of the five of them on the dresser. She remembers taking the picture during one of the many cookie-baking sprees on Wednesday afternoon: Lorenzo’s eyes were shooting daggers at Arthur for eating all the cookies, Charles was nickering and Philippe and Lydia were looking fondly at the three menaces in front of them. She gifted them the picture on their 60th anniversary and she never forgot their heartfelt reactions. Feeling tears welling up in her eyes, Pascale decides to take the picture with her before exiting via the back door. It was a house full of memories and history and Pascale hoped that the new owners could feel that too.
A few days after Pascale’s visit, the new owner arrived: Y/N, a 26-year-old woman. Since the house Y/N bought was old, much work needed to be done to meet current requirements and increase the comfort. As Y/N is just at the start of her career and many of Y/N’s savings were used to buy the house, she could not afford professional contractors to renovate the house; with the help of her parents and family, she is doing it all by herself. However, as she has a full-time job, all work needs to be done during the weekends and after work, disturbing the peace in the otherwise quiet neighbourhood. Hence, to make sure her neighbours do not hate her already, she decides to visit them all to inform them on the upcoming works and to discuss planning.
Pascale was the last neighbour she visited. Y/N had knocked on Pascale’s front door a couple of time during the past weeks, but to no avail. The other neighbours had told Y/N about the special bond between Pascale and the previous owners, so she knew that this talk could be hard; she had to be delicate. Not that she held any accountability to Pascale – Y/N bought the house after all – but she had felt similarly when her grandmother’s house was sold; it takes time to accept that a place one grew accustomed is no longer there. Hence, Y/N wanted to show Pascale what the house would look like in the end and ensure her that she did not expect Pascale to accept her immediately. Taking one deep breath, Y/N rang the doorbell of Avenue Paul Doumer 5.
--- Three months later ----
The construction works were in full swing. The facade stones were taken away, cleaned and reused, the house’s insulation was improved and the windows were replaced. Today, Y/N and her nephew were removing the roof tiles to check and repair the underlying woodwork. Pascale watches both of them through her window. In the past months, she and Y/N have grown close. Pascale needed some time to get used to the new situation, but Y/N had been very understanding and an absolute sweetheart. The construction works never started before 7 a.m. and always ended at 10:30 p.m. sharp as agreed upon with the neighbourhood, she informed everybody upfront when there were any changes in the schedules, and she insisted to pay for the water, electricity and utensils she used. Pascale and Y/N always had a small chat when they saw each other and Lorenzo and Arthur, who visited their mom every month, also grew fond of her. Y/N was yet to meet Charles though, Pascale’s middle son, due to his busy racing schedule.
If he only met her, Pascale thought, she is the type of girl he needs. With the F1 summer break just around the corner and the final phase of the construction works nearing, an idea popped up in Pascale’s head.
---- August -----
The day of the street BBQ had come. Pascale had been preparing this event for weeks: doing a tour around the neighbourhood to fix a date, visiting the town hall to get permission to close the street, rent the tables, seats and parasols, making decorations and, of course, preparing the food and drinks – it has been hectic, but she was determined to make this day perfect.
It was now 3 p.m. Charles parked his Ferrari at the small parking lot at the church and jogged his way over to his mother’s house. He knew he was running a bit late - something that his mother always told him was disrespectful - but he was met with a little fan on his way to the BBQ and he just could not refuse the small boy’s request to sign his drawing. When he spotted Pascale on the street, a small smile grew on his face; he loved his mom so dearly and it has been way to long since the last time they saw each other.
Pascale has been chatting with Y/N for almost 30 minutes now, only interrupted by her two sons – who told her that Charles would arrive a little later – and some other neighbours. Y/N was dressed in a loose floral dress that came a little above the knees, paired with white sneakers. She was wearing very little make-up and, much to Pascale’s relief, no wedding or engagement ring. Together with the fact that she had never seen any men at the site except for family members and never saw another car in the driveway than Y/N’s, Pascale was convinced that Y/N was single. She knew Charles was too but not wanting to be too intrusive, she decided to just plant a seed between Charles and her new neighbour today and see it from there.
When she heard the deep sound of Charles’ Ferrari, Pascale told Y/N that her third son had arrived and that she would be right back. Y/N’s hands became sweaty. Ever since she found out Pascale was Charles’ mom, she had been dreading this moment. There was no turning back now though.
---- Flashback ----
When Y/N visited Pascale for the first time last winter, her eyes quickly landed on all the family portraits hanging on the wall. It were paintings of a family of five, probably made by her sons in preschool, and pictures of Lorenzo, Arthur and Charles in different periods of their lives. In the middle hung a beautiful black-and-white picture of her husband, Hervé, who sadly passed away when the kids were still little. “There has been no other man in my life ever since”, Pascale said, the love for her deceased husband still evident in her voice. Looking at the paintings and pictures, Pascale could not help but be proud of where her family was now. Arthur and Charles were professional athletes and Lorenzo was active in finance. Both Lorenzo and Arthur had a lovely girlfriend, the eldest already thinking about children. Charles, however, was less steady when it came to love. After two long-term relationships, Charles got a bit lost; it was not easy for Charles to maintain a relationship given his hectic and public life. Although Pascale was sceptical and warned her son many times – as there are always people who try to surf on other’s success –, it hurt her to see him like this, trying to erase the loneliness inside him with alcohol and volatile love. At the end of last season though, a little spark returned in Charles’ eyes. He did not disclose much to his mom, apart from that he met a girl in France whilst being out with Pierre and some other friends and that they were texting each other very often. She had not heard him talk about her since the new season started, so she assumed that she was just another fling.
“That’s Lorenzo, this is Arthur and that’s Charles. Aren’t they beautiful young men, Y/N?” Pascale asked.
“They are, Pascale, they are”, Y/N replied. She was still looking at the picture of Charles, all memories of last winter hitting her like a truck.
It was almost a year ago when Charles and Y/N met each other in a small café in the south of France. Charles was out with his friends, unwinding from the previous season and enjoying a short get-away to prepare for the upcoming winter testing. Y/N happened to be in Nîmes that week for work and that is how they met. She had been quite bold that afternoon, handing her number to Charles when she left the café, fully well knowing who he was. She never expected him to do something with it – he was one of world’s eligible bachelors after all – so she almost fainted when he called her the next day, saying how much he liked talking to her. They kept texting from that day onwards, throwing in the occasional FaceTime-call late at night. Despite the fact that they were both busy and lived in other countries, not a day passed without contact. Long story short, Y/N and Charles were falling for each other, hard.
Pierre did not stop teasing Charles about it, relieved to see his best friend happy again. The people at Ferrari knew that there was something going on, sensing that the fast laps Charles was setting were not only due to the changes to the car. His brothers noticed he was mentally somewhere else when he did no longer weep the floor with Arthur during their weekly tennis matches. The presence of Y/N in Charles’ life changed him, but in a good way. He was glowing.
Y/N grew fonder of Charles by the second; he was such a sweetheart. While she was not into F1 that much before she met him, she was learning about the sport and following the testing sessions in Bahrein, such that they could talk about it without her sounding like a complete and utter fool. She found a renewed motivation in her work, supported by Charles who was amazed by both her beauty and brains – and he told her that, every day. She got back into learning French such that she could – or, at least, try – to talk to Charles in his mother tongue. In return, he gave her cute, French nicknames that made her blush, which Charles found incredibly endearing. She was glowing.
However, when it hit Y/N that the F1 season would be starting soon, she started to think. She loved Charles, she was sure of that, but a long-term relationship would not work. She had her responsibilities at home and Charles would be busy travelling, training and racing - she had been in a similar relationship before and things ended badly. The media would focus more on him too after he finished 2nd in last year's championship, attracting the attention from (new) female fans. Not that Y/N was the jealous type or that she did not trust him, but she knew there are women out there who are better suited for Charles, beautiful women who are willing to make sacrificies. Women Charles deserves. Therefore, before Y/N would move to her new home and Charles would start the season, they met in Turin to talk about it all. Y/N told Charles about her sorrows and although he wanted to deny it, despite him wanting all her reasoning to be wrong, despite him wanting to tell her to listen to her heart instead of her head, he knew she was right. Therefore, Charles and Y/N used the rest of that week in Turin to feel what it could have been; they had date nights in cosy restaurants, strolled through the city, went on hikes together and made the sweetest love. After sharing one last kiss at the airport and promising each other to never forget what they shared, Charles and Y/N parted ways.
For good.
---- Present -----
Pascale swiftly disappeared to find her son. The local cover band Pascale hired was giving it all on the small stage and people were chatting away and enjoying the delicious pastries from the local bakery shop just a few blocks away. Y/N started mingling with Sebastien and Amélie, a young couple that was also relatively new to the neighbourhood.
Once he greeted everybody at the party, Charles was finally able to give his mom a proper hug. After a preach on how she does not see him enough and once made sure that he does take care of himself and eating enough, Pascale started updating him on all the latest gossip. Charles loves to gossip, especially with his mom because he loves how invested she is in it. After 20 minutes or so, when she decided she told Charles everything he needed to know, Pascale started to look around. She spotted Y/N a few tables further away, entertaining little Kasper. “I want you to meet our new neighbour, Charles. She is there with Kasper and Amélie. Come on.”
Although Charles did not know his mom’s new neighbour, he felt like he already did based on the stories Lorenzo and Arthur had been telling. From what he heard, she seems to be a lovely young woman. When he looked into the direction of little Kasper, he spotted her. She was wearing a white dress, which contrasted nicely against her bronzed skinned. Her hair was up in a messy bun, showing the delicate skin of her neck and shoulders. When he heard that the neighbours’ name was Y/N, his thoughts instinctively drifted back to his Y/N, his lost love, the woman whom he shared to best week of his life with. However, he never thought it would actually be her but now that he sees her, her petite frame, he knows it is her. The woman whose body he knows like the circuit of Monaco. The woman who still owns his heart. The woman he said goodbye to in Turin.
For good.
At least, that is what they both thought. Pascale gently taps Y/N on her shoulder. She turns around. “Y/N, I want you to meet my son Charles. Charles, this is Y/N, the new neighbour I told you about”.
Their eyes meet, for the first time in months.
Should they act as if they never met?
Should she tell him that she moved on?
Should he tell her that he has not?
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“Please sir may I please have some more?”
hamster steven 🥺 my little sister asks for updates all the time lol
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Pairing: Steven Grant x female reader
A/N: omg nonny! this is the world's most effective way to make me write more Hamsteven content! How could I ever deny your little sister... and a Charles Dickens reference?!?!? Aye aye!
Summary: You try to create a special meal for Hamster Steven so he can regain some normalcy.
You will be the first one to admit that you spend way too much time on tiktok. It's a slippery slope, and ever since you looked up tutorials on hamster care tips, your FYP seems to have picked up on the trail and now every two videos you flick through is hamster related.
Hamsters in tiny teddybear hats. Hamsters put in elaborate escape labyrinths, Crystal Maze style. Hamsters being treated to miniature meals inspired by human meals.
The internet is a wild place.
There's a squeaky noise next to you on the pillow that interrupts you just as you are about to scroll onto the next video.
You peer up from your screen, to see the big shiny eyes of your boyfriend-turned-hamster, standing on his hind-legs, as he's staring back at you. You're not sure if it's just your imagination, but he doesn't look happy. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was giving you the stinkeye you for spending so much time on tiktok.
You glance up at the clock on the corner of your phone. 00:51.
Okay, maybe it's not just your imagination. You've somehow unwittingly spent more than two hours on your phone, without paying attention. Steven is definitely judging you for that.
"Sorry, Steven. I must've lost track of time," you tell him, and at your apology he lowers himself back on all four paws, waddling over to your chest and curls himself up on the curve of your breast.
It's become his favorite spot to rest... certain things don't change regardless of what form he takes.
You run two fingers over his head, stroking the soft fur and he seems to melt at the touch, the round shape of him going flat with relaxation. It's adorable. Steven has always been fond of having his hair stroked like a particularly cuddly pet.
It really does seem like certain things haven't changed much at all despite his transformation into a hamster.
... Except, that's not really true though is it.
In the past few days since Steven has turned into a pet, his limitations has been more than apparent. Because of his tiny size, he's in constant danger.
You had left the window open to air out the flat while you were cleaning, only to have a particularly menacing seagull make a dive for him and had to chase it out with a flyswatter so it wouldn't devour your boyfriend whole.
In his current form he's not quite able to do any of the activities that he normally enjoys, reading is out of the question, even if he could turn his own pages (which is difficult when you do not have opposing thumbs or no grip) you're not sure what his vision must be like, the letters must read gigantic to him.
He doesn't seem to particularly enjoy the yoghurt drops you got him from the pet store, and the enthusiasm he had at first for the almonds and walnuts you'd given him seems to be waning and on more than one occasion you've caught the wistful and longing gaze Steven has had on his expression when you sit down for a meal by the table that he couldn't partake.
But ramen doesn't really seem fit for a hamster's diet, so you could hardly give him a taste.
Poor Steven has had little to no normalcy left since his transformation and as the days go by and the solution to his dilemma isn't anywhere near in sight, you feel a pang of sadness for him.
Absentmindedly, you continue to pet his fur as you pull up your phone again and scroll through the videos when your eyes linger over the video you saw earlier of a hamster being treated to miniature spaghetti meal.
The video has a full on painstakingly detailed tutorial, step by step, on how to make the tiny meal. Cutting regular sized spaghetti into tiny lengths, Sizzling small portions of minced meat on the frying pan and huh... who knew that hamster are actually omnivores, and likes eating meat... you always assumed they were vegetarians. In the video, the person takes two cherry tomatoes puts them through the blender for the sauce and it all looks rather simple.
You look down at Steven in his hamster form, sound asleep on your chest. He's curled up into a little ball, his nose and whiskers twitching in his sleep as his hind leg kicks back in response to whatever dream he's dreaming.
Adorable as he is, the pang of sadness from before returns as your chest constricts. You want to give him a sense of normalcy after everything he's been through. However small.
Carefully, you scoop him up in the cup of your hands and place him gently on the pillow. Luckily Steven is a sound sleeper and sleeps right through it as you move into the kitchen to prepare the meal according to the video instructions.
There's leftover spaghetti in the fridge, saving you from having to boil it fresh. You forego frying any meat, because even though hamsters may be omnivores, your Hamster Steven is a full blooded vegan.
You also decide to forego the blender. It's late and you don't want to wake up Steven so instead you end up trying to smash up the cherry tomatoes with a mortal and pestle that leaves an absolute mess.
With your sad attempts at a culinary effort completed, you pick up the tiniest little sauce bowl you can find in the cupboard, as you start to plate up the spaghetti and mashed tomato sauce, topping it off with fresh basil that you had luckily picked up from Sainsbury the other day.
It looks nowhere as good as the video, just looks like wilted spaghetti with a tiny pile of crushed tomatoes rather than a miniature version of spaghetti bolognese. but you guess that's why you're an office worker and not a hamster content creator. You try to tease the spaghetti back into place with your fingers until it looks a bit more decent.
Better.
But it's still a long way to go from the special dinner that you had wanted to make for Steven to make him feel pampered.
Turning to the kitchen drawers, you try to find the small tea candles to set the mood. It's as near a romantic ambient as you are able to create for Steven.
Then you find one of the nicer dinner napkins stowed away in the back of the drawer and set the table. While you're at it you grab several sprigs of rosemary and whatever fresh herbs you're able to find in the fridge and set them in a shot glass that you use as an impromptu mini vase, for the bouquet of herbs you have gathered. You place down your creation in the middle of the table, then you stand back admiring your work.
Not too shabby.
Almost looks like a tiny hamster restaurant.
You return to your bed, where you had left Steven to sleep. Paws still twitching peacefully in his sleep when you gently wake him by picking him up, and set him on the table.
He blinks slowly and blearily, sleep still clouding his gaze, not fully taking in what you are trying to show him. It takes a few moments, until his eyes clear and then they go wide at the meal in front of him and he darts forward like a sprint.
His little paws grabs at the straw of spaghetti voraciously, as he slurps up the spaghetti, flecks of red sauce painting the fur around his mouth. He eats it with an enthusiastic frenzy, gobbling up the whole of it and drops it in his excitement only to round the plate and pick it up again to eat the remainder.
"Is it good?"
His head pops up to meet your face, with the tiniest of nods.
He squeaks happily, then he dives right back into stuffing his face and you can't help but smile.
It's a little moment of normalcy even in this craziness and that's good enough for now.
Dedications & Credits: To my lovely @guruan / @guruan-is-not-here who has finally been freed from tumblr jail. This chapter is dedicated to her because she sent me the cutest video of a hamster having a tiny bowl of pasta and sitting on a chair like it was a restaurant.
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@vastappenen LISTEN okay so this is the full spin-off of the Charlos part of my Prince Lando AU post
I cannot write real fic so this is just like me doing a retelling of what's gone on in my mind lol - and this is the post of Charles in White that's screencapped above
(side note my friend was listening to this haunting music while I wrote this so it might help set the scene - it's called "Fancy on a Bach Air" by Yo-Yo Ma)
this gets a bit NSFW toward the end so fair warning!
ok so to start, this is what was in my original post
Unfortunately the royal courts of Europe were shaken by a quick series of upsets: His Serene Highness Lorenzo of Monaco abdicated the throne in search of a quieter life - his heart had never been in it since his father, the former Sovereign Prince, had become ill and abdicated. This left Lorenzo’s unwed brother Charles to be hastily crowned Prince Regent at the tender age of 22 (too young to be crowned Sovereign Prince bc modern monarchy rules I’m inventing). As a result Charles suffered the loss of his long-time suitor, nobleman Sebastian Vettel, who couldn’t bear the thought of being Sovereign Prince let alone of a land that wasn’t even his own.
Enter the Sainz Vázquez de Castro elders seizing the opportunity and negotiating a deal with Monaco in private conclave with the Papal State (??) to wed their son Carlos to the Prince Regent. Carlos is ashamed at giving in to the temptation… to not just be Prince Consort but to be Sovereign Prince, to rule over the vast wealth of Monaco and by extension the Holy See, to have the coveted beauty Charles in his bed. So he agrees to be spirited away to Monaco and the ugly business of dissolving his betrothal to Lando is left to members of church and state.
But Carlos experiences a complete conversion when Charles is on his knees in the cathedral - looking up at him with docile green eyes as Carlos’ fingertips touch the warm red roses of Charles’ lips as he holds the chalice of holy wine for Charles to drink. Carlos was almost hard beneath the ermine and velvet robes in a house of God when the crown was on his head and Charles next to him - and slightly below - smiling up at him with filaments of gold hanging from pendants on his chaplet, framing his achingly beautiful face. If Carlos feels his immense happiness and prosperity darken whenever he sees Lando’s picture or encounters him at one of the courts then no one need know.
ok so I've removed this from the narrative to of course be charlos true happiness endgame and removed Seb entirely, or he can just be called a close confidante and possible candidate to marry Charles but not very serious.
I imagine young Carlos Jr. moving through the royal courts as a child and teen and seeing the royal children of Monaco sometimes. in my weird version of royalty I have it that Lorenzo is the natural successor to the throne and therefore has always been allowed to dress and be seen "normally". as a second child, Charles was always the rightful property of whichever alliance would maintain Monaco's independence. he was raised mostly in the Prince's Palace and when playing or venturing to where he could be seen he's attended by a retinue of guards each carrying a gonfalon to conceal the young prince from view. on the rare occasions that the prince will be around those not within his immediate family or private staff, he is carefully wrapped in embroidered, jeweled white silks or cottons (depending on the climate) with only his eyes visible. the only color allowed being a scarlet silk girdle around his hips. until he reaches maturity or is married he wears a ferronnière with a single white diamond at his forehead. (I imagine the wrapping as looking like fancy white fireproofs that cover the hands as well and a long, flowy tunic over the top with smart little white renaissance boots (that Charles hates).
Prince Charles is also not permitted to speak outside of his family circle/staff but he is taught multiple languages and fond rumors spread that the prince has a charming lilting accent that comes from a little of everywhere. he is also taught the piano and there is a place on the shore that only locals know of where fairy echoes of his playing can be heard. they call it his 'lone voice' because the mood inside the palace can be judged by the prince's choice of music. childish and jolly for a while, then more challenging pieces, until his eighteenth birthday and an unknown dirge for his godfather who had perished during a racing tourney that summer. the prince's music would change over the years but it would never be joyful again.
I imagine many instances over the years of Carlos Jr. being coaxed by a conniving Carlos Sr. into bowing low to the small, mummified-looking creature that everyone assures him is a prince. the eyes and vague suggestion of white-clad hands and feet are the only indications that this is true, but the big green eyes are very expressive and seem to smile whenever they meet Carlos' own big brown eyes. Prince Lorenzo has a kind smile and would be a good playmate but solemnly maintains his position by his parents' side. Prince Arthur comes along in a bundle of energy and mischief - being blessed with a birthright to total freedom so long as his elder siblings are alive. he enjoys being swung around and thrown in the air by Carlos Jr. which helps pass the tedium of royal engagements. Arthur is clearly the favorite of Charles who rather mothers him - especially when the Sovereign Prince falls ill and hushed preparations are made behind palace walls for Lorenzo to take the throne. Charles is so deep in mourning for his godfather and soon his own father that his presentation at court is delayed indefinitely as it would be cruel to open him up to marriage bids that would inevitably take him from his home.
in the meantime, Carlos Jr. has grown into his large features and promises to inherit all his father's looks and daring. at his father's encouragement - "by the time you wed a virgin, you will need to know everything there is to know about pleasing them" - Carlos enjoys countless conquests across every continent on the globe. he's a seasoned bachelor by the age of 20 and has been given his own estate outside of Madrid to party, race expensive cars and drink expensive wine. but even as he wakes between the thighs of this or that beautiful boy or girl, his mind recalls the hours spent at court in Monaco trying to discern the subtlest lines of Prince Charles' body beneath the absurd layers of drapery. he knows for sure that the prince is slim but not scrawny. that his posture is upright and proud and stands about the same height as Carlos. at times when he scoops Arthur up to hold on one hip, Carlos can discern the fine dip of a small waist - probably small enough for Carlos' big hands to meet around. what a gift-wrapped present for whoever got to marry him!
but by the time they next meet, news has traveled all over of the Sovereign Prince's health and plans for the reluctant Prince Lorenzo to be hastily crowned. during their first visit after this news, Carlos Jr. makes his usual low bow to Prince Charles but when he looks up he sees tears clouding the prince's green eyes. it twists Carlos' heart and he boldly takes the prince's hand and presses a hurried kiss to the silk and at the same time trying to speak with his eyes how sorry he is for the prince. the small noise Charles makes at Carlos' boldness is a precious secret Carlos holds like a tangible thing against the breast of his tailcoat as he hurries down the steps before any of the other royals can notice what he's done.
[this is when the above section from my AU comes in and Carlos is attempted to be married off to Prince Lando, Lorenzo abdicates, Charles can only be named Prince Regent bc of his status etc and a hasty arrangement is made for him to marry Carlos]
at their wedding I imagine Charles' veil/headdress to be much lighter and tied in a simple knot at the base of his head. the only time Charles is called to speak is to swear fealty to the crown, to his country, and to his husband (it's also the first time Charles' voice has been heard by almost everyone in the Cathedral including Carlos. it sounds like joyous music, dipping deep and rich one moment and high and sweet the next - with a little bubble of laughter at the end. Carlos wants to hear him talk forever.) when the priest finishes his blessing, Carlos put a hand beneath Charles' chin and guides him to stand. he moves closer to Charles than he has ever been permitted and circles his arms around his neck to untie the knot. the veil falls away and a collective gasp rises up from the cathedral through the clouds of incense. Carlos doesn't gasp so much as suck in a triumphant breath through his nostrils and lifts his chin in triumph. Charles is not just the chaste ideal of beauty that the court and citizens of Monaco had whispered about for years, he is the vision of temptation itself: a delicate brush-spatter of freckles beneath a flush on finely molded cheekbones, a straight French nose that was the final word on French noses, and perfectly smooth lips in the shape of a patriotic 'M' and the exact red of Monaco's flag. the prince's hair and brows have all the shades of a glossy hazelnut and a thick fan of lashes surrounded the green eyes - all that Carlos had known of him until now. but soon, he would know everything about Charles and in a way no one else ever had or would.
Carlos is supposed to buss a small, ceremonial barely-there kiss to Charles' lips to please the court but of course he can't help himself and, holding Charles' face in his big hands, presses a fiercely possessive (thankfully still close-mouthed) kiss that nearly makes Charles collapse. murmurs go around the cathedral of "well, those Spaniards, you know".
when they are crowned, my version of royalty has the priest setting the heavy gold crown on Carlos' head but Carlos in turn places the chaplet of gold leaves and gemstone pendants on Charles. Carlos is flying as high as mortal can when he can finally lead Charles out to the balcony and show him off to the waiting public. Carlos wonders if there's a man on earth who possesses more wealth than he does at that moment.
but there's one more thing he doesn't yet have! oh you bet the bedding ceremony is weird and fucked up and poor Charles is using the short time they have alone as they move through the halls (merely flanked by guards) to nervously and apologetically explain to Carlos what they will need to do. something about protocol for regents who found it difficult to "perform" under such circumstances etc. Carlos just puts a big warm hand to Charles' lips as they are rushed along, leaning into to whisper that he'd take Charles' virginity in front of his own grandmother if that's what was required and his desire still wouldn't be dampened.
the chamber is small and has one purpose. the clergy stand behind wrought iron mullioned screens but Charles can see their eyes clearly and has known many of them all his life. he'd probably faint dead away from nerves if Carlos didn't pull him close and kiss him so deep and dirty it should've turned Charles' white gown red with lust. Carlos tells him to look only into his eyes, that he'll take good care of him. there's a whole intense sexy element to Carlos unwrapping Charles the rest of the way, just like the birthday present he'd imagined when he was a teenager. he probably spends WAY too much time on foreplay considering the witnesses are only there to see one thing and then leave but Carlos knows that Charles deserves this. by the time they've reached the point where Carlos can reach a hand between them and literally 'come' up with the goods to hold up and be viewed, Charles' moans are reaching up to the rafters. there's a rustle and murmured blessings as the priests finally withdraw.
Carlos is like FINALLY and decides to give Charles every bit of the benefit of his vast experience and looks smug as hell when Charles' attendants have to physically carry Charles to his own bed bc Carlos fucked him senseless lmao
agfalsgfsla this was so weird and detailed and I do not know WHERE it came from but if an actual writer sees this and wants to write it properly PLEASE tag me or message me!!!
EDIT: these are great photo references for adult Charles and Carlos in this AU
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#charlos#carlos sainz jr x charles leclerc#mine#I hope you enjoy @vastappen !!#f1 royalty au#prince of monaco
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Hello! Can i request for a dating James lee/ DG hc?
Like the reader is big fangirl of james since their highschool years, she just adores whatever he does and literally believes he can do no wrong (she does stop him from doing what she thinks is not good for him or his future)
The reader isn't a fighter but more like Eugene, a better eugene who brings strong allies on her side but they alliance isn't forced and she isn't black mailing anyone unless they are DG/James's enemy
James has also being whipped for the reader since the beginning without her figuring out, she just thought she was too annoying and clingy for anyone to like so she never even approached James once. She knew what he was doing and even helped him alot, so James was the one to approach her first as James lee and helped her by boosting her confidence and took care of people responsible for this, (whenever they appeared)
James doesn't come between when someone insults the reader unless it is a physical fight.
[Sorry if its too much! Please delete this if you don't feel comfortable! Do not take any pressure from this]
Not at all - and thanks for the ask! I've never really thought much of DG lol. I described him as a plain wet noodle of a man here lol... But this actually popped some ideas in my head?!
ngl, found this difficult and hard to make him in character. Not sure I succeeded. Here's a little scenario for you... Uh, enjoy?
DG x Reader: Daniel Park
Pre-PTJ Entertainment Arc. You have some concerns
"What about Daniel Park?" James lounges on the chair in front of you, his body poised as if waiting for a photographer.
You try to suppress a snort at his posing. He has wholly embraced the persona of DG, the K-Pop idol. No matter how much he has changed, you still remember him as your delinquent James Lee. The same boy that would scribble immature notes to you in class and protect you from assholes.
"I've got a bad feeling about him," your eyes continue scanning the screen as you scroll through documents and intel. There was surprisingly little on this Daniel Park. And he lives with someone else called Daniel Park? Something seems off.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I can't pinpoint it. I just think there's something going on."
Forever trusting your instinct and advice, James nods. "Sure. I'll keep an eye on him."
"You should keep him on side... just in case. Keep him sweet."
"Like how I keep you sweet?"
You look up from your files to see James with a teasing smirk on his lips but undeniable fondness in his eyes. He steals a kiss.
Whether he is James Lee or Diego Kang, you can't deny how well he takes care of you. He has always been aloof and arrogant, but you are his one soft spot he keeps shielded from the world.
He has defended you ever since you were in school together, and safeguarded you even as he ascended to fame and fortune as DG. But you know, and he knows, you are his absolute confidant. You know all his secrets and he knows yours.
You pull away giggling and ruffling his ridiculous pink hair, "You should definitely only do that with me."
"Hmm. Guess I'll have to think of other ways... Speaking of keeping you sweet-" Your ears perk at his sudden change in tone, "-I heard there might be a spot opening up for the CEO of PTJ Entertainment... and a No.2."
"What?! Really?"
"Yeah, I heard Charles Choi is looking to make some moves soon. So what do you think, I become CEO and you join me?"
You see the same light in his eyes as you did back then."You wouldn't mind working with me everyday?"
"Nope."
"And seeing me around all day everyday?"
"Nope"
He really does keep you sweet.
#im sorry i really dont know what to do with him#lack of creativity strikes again#lookism#lookism manhwa#lookism webtoon#lookism x reader#lookism fanfics#lookism fic#diego kang#kang dagyum#dg x reader#lookism dg#lookism headcanons#lookism hc#wannaeatramyeon
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and finally, my darling:
piarles + soulmates ❤️
digging up another one of my 5-sentence fic prompts from a year ago because i reblogged this post and haven't been able to stop thinking about it, so naturally i had to write something about it <3333
this is... not quite 5 sentences, LOL, but it did make me smile a stupid amount. hope it makes you smile, too ❤️
Charles is busy talking to JJ and Pascale outside the Alpine hospitality when his soulmark - a blue swirl vaguely in the shape of a heart, located just below his collarbone, where Pierre loves to kiss - starts to burn with a gentle heat, like it always does when Pierre is close.
"Are you charming my parents again, my love?" Pierre asks, wrapping his arms around Charles' waist from behind and hooking his chin over Charles' shoulder. "Careful, or they'll never let you leave. Maman has been asking after you for months - I think she loves you more than me. Hi, Maman, Papa," he adds belatedly.
Pascale raises one eyebrow, but she's still smiling, soft and fond. "You can't blame me for asking about the man who my son has pined over for half his life, and you especially can't blame me now that you two have finally found your soulmarks."
"Maman!" Pierre protests, and Charles can't see his face, but he knows he's blushing. "It was only about ten years, and I'm twenty-seven. That's not half."
"Just as long as you don't make us wait another ten before you officially make him part of the family," JJ says, and now Charles is blushing, too. "We've waited a very long time for this, you know."
"Okay," Pierre mumbles in the way he always does when he's flustered and trying to hide it. "Well, Charles was coming to visit me before you distracted him, so I'm going to steal him away now, if you don't mind."
"We don't mind..." Pascale says with a sparkle in her eye that reminds Charles of Pierre before a good prank. "... As long as you throw in a good proposal while you're gone."
"Okay!" Pierre half-yells this time, tightening his grip on Charles' waist. "We're going now, thank you."
"It was lovely catching up with you!" Charles calls over his shoulder as Pierre starts towing him away. "I'll see if I can come visit over the winter."
Then Pierre is pulling him into his driver's room and shutting the door behind them, pressing Charles lightly against the door as soon as it closes. "They're terrible," he grumbles, dropping his head onto Charles' shoulder with a dramatic sigh.
"Must be where you get it from," Charles teases, carding his fingers through Pierre's hair. He takes a quick breath before he adds, "Besides, I don't think it's that terrible. Wanting us to get married."
Pierre lifts his head slowly. "Charles," he says, and there's something in his voice that Charles can't quite place. "We haven't even been soulmates for six months."
"No, we've been soulmates for our whole lives," Charles counters. "We only officially found out this year, but I... well, you weren't the only one who was pining for ten years."
"Oh," Pierre says softly, like he somehow hadn't known. Idiotic, wonderful man - as if they don't fit together perfectly in every possible way.
The next thing Charles knows, Pierre is pushing him up against the door with intention. "You know," he says, pinning Charles in place with his eyes as well as his body, "there is a chapel right here, in Vegas. Say the word, and I will go there with you."
"We are not getting married in the Race to the Altar chapel," Charles says firmly, even as his heart skips at the way Pierre's promise feels. Unconditional.
"But we are getting married?" Pierre checks, his gaze never leaving Charles' face.
"Yes, please," Charles says softly, and Pierre's gaze goes dark, like Charles knew it would.
"Good," Pierre says equally softly, breathlessly, and Charles shivers. That is... definitely one of the perks of having your best friend as your soulmate: knowing exactly how to push each other's buttons.
Pierre ducks his head, and tugs Charles' fireproofs down just enough to press his lips against Charles' soulmark. Charles melts against him, like he always has since that night in Zandvoort when Pierre drank a little too much champagne after his first podium for Alpine and "accidentally" kissed Charles on the mouth instead of on the cheek, and just like that, both of their soulmarks appeared.
"I love you," Charles says breathlessly, and not just because Pierre is kissing his neck exactly the way he likes. He also says it because it's true. It's been true for as long as Charles has understood what love is.
Charles can feel Pierre's smile against his skin. "I love you, too," he replies immediately. "And, Charles?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm so glad it was you all along."
#P.S. - thank you for being *my* fandom soulmate; B. love you endlessly ❤️❤️❤️#🦑🏎️ piarles#5 sentence fic#(it's not 5 sentences at all 🤣🤭 but it's the thought that counts???)#(hehehe. <3333)#LISTEN. this fic is literally inspired by me seeing that post of charles talking to jj and pascale#outside the alpine hospitality in vegas#and just immediately thinking#“they are such a PART of each other's LIVES they are SOULMATES and they should get MARRIED”#aka a completely normal reaction which turned into a completely normal length of fic 🤣🤭#xD
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Could I request something with Charles? Perhaps male reader is too shy cause why would big handsome Charles ever want with them? Or something like that? Feeling extra insecure today myself lol
Again, I'm really sorry it took so long. I got problems with notifications, but here is something I came up with! I hope you'll like it
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Charles x m!reader
It was pathetic. You were pathetic and you knew it.
You were sitting by the campfire, staring at it blankly. Most people already went off to sleep, leaving you alone with his thoughts and a drink in his hand. Sad, sure, but what else can you do when you got a hopeless crush on someone out of your league? Not only that, but on someone who's the same gender?
Now, you see, most people in the camp didn't have a problem with someone being queer. Hell, with Bill Williamson being one there was no chance for any mean comments (Micah being an exception, but I don't think we're surprised).
But that wasn't the problem. The problem was that the crush was Charles Smith himself. And as sweet and nice as he was, you couldn't risk possibly hinting at it and getting shot down. Mostly because he was too dear for you to see the awkwardness or disgust on his face. Or maybe it was the fact you were afraid he'd laugh at your face, or worse, get mad.
In the corner of your eye, you saw someone sitting down next to you. You turn your head there, noticing Bill, having his own drink. He took a swig, then looked at you.
"Tough night?"
"Tough few months..." You sigh. The man was looking at you quietly, then chuckled.
"You're sweet on someone"
"Excuse me?" You turn to him, surprised. He wasn't good at reading people, you know that. So the thought your crush was so visible sent you into slight panic.
"You're sweet on someone. I'm not surprised, many folks are fond of the ladies" He shrugged. You were staring at him quietly, then turned back to the fire as he started guessing who might it be.
"Is is Karen? She's attractive, even I know this. Tilly maybe? Or Sadie? Sadie is a hard fork partner, you'll wantnto be careful with-"
"It's a man" you muttered under your breath. You thought it was barely above a whisper, but the way he went awfully quiet made your head turned away. He likes men, you knew this, but it still felt like something to be ashamed of.
"... A man?" He repeated. You just shook your head.
"No, you overhead"
"I'm dumb L/N, but I'm not deaf" he rolled his eyes. You turn to him quietly. The shame must've been visible in your eyes, because his looks immediately softened when he looked at you. Or maybe it was pity?
"Forget it. Please"
"Y/N" he sighed. "You can trust me. Look, I might not be the best listener, but this is one topic I know how to help with"
You just look down in to your hands. The thought of letting it out, talking it through with someone seemed nice. But scary as well.
"Who is it?"
You held your breath. There it was, the question that could set you free or bring all hell upon you. You tried to come up with something, an excuse, anything. But then came a moment of braveness. So...
"It's Charles"
"Charles?!" Bill spat his drink out, coughing surprised. You shushed him quickly, not wanting anyone else to hear.
"Shut up!!"
"Sorry, sorry-" he cleared his throat, calming down. "It's just... I already expected Arthur-"
"Arthur's nice, but he's more of a brother to me" you sigh. He nodded slowly.
"... Do you want to tell him?"
"God no-" you shook your head. "he'll just reject me"
"Why do you think so?"
"Why do you not?? He obviously likes women!"
"Oh please! If anything, he loves animals over life" he muttered, waiving his hand and turned to you. "Give it a go, trust me. I... Spoke with him"
You went quiet.
You had to know everything.
"You spoke?? When?? Why?? What about?? Anything about me?? Did he-"
"Jesus, hold your horses partner!" Bill raised his hands. "Yesterday. He had to get something of his chest. He might... Like you too"
All the world started spinning around you. Charles Smith himself might like you. That's all you ever dreamed of. Bil chuckled "So I'd say, go an tell him! You might be surprised"
"...and what if he doesn't like me?"
"Doesn't like you? Oh, well then screw him! There are other guys and gals better than him!" But there wasn't. He was the best one. Yet you still smiled at Bill's attempts to make you feel better.
"Thank you" you nodded. "You really helped"
"Yea, well... When you live being sweet on someone, you learn such things towards others"
You blinked surprised, opening your mouth, ready to ask about it, he already got up, walking off.
"Goodnight Y/N"
"... Goodnight Bill"
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You woke up early, ready to make it happen. You'll ask Charles out. Were you terrified? Absolutely. But you were also confident. After last night talk with Bill, you got tot thinking. And you figured, if he does reject you, you'll just make it look like you got shot accidentally on the next mission. No embarrassment if you don't see him again, right?
Either way, either social death or literal death. Both felt almost the same.
You walk out of your tent, going to the campfire to grab some food. You're soar and tired, but it'll go away. You stop when Charles called your name. You turn to him, the familiar nervousness, rush of heart and cold sweat appearing. You smile at him. "Yes?"
"We need to talk" he said, face serious, eyes cold.
And just like that all the confidence, all the energy boost, all the braveness went to hell. Your plan didn't exist anymore. You simply panicked.
Why does he want to talk to you? Did you do something? Your mind quickly rushed through all the possibilities. No, you don't think so... Maybe Bill talked with him, and how he doesn't want to do anything with you? That's high possibility.
Or what if Micah overheard you? Oh, then you'd be dead in everyone's eyes.
Your breathing quickened, chest squeezed, vision becoming blurry. Every bad scenario that could possibly happen was playing through your head.
But then you took a deep breath. Grounding yourself, remembering that nothing happened yet. He just needed to talk. You don't know about what. It might be both good and bad. You just had to stay calm.
Yet you were fucking scared.
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You were waiting at the spot you were supposed to meet with Charles. It was further away from the camp, which again striked up the nervousness in you. But maybe it's not that bad. Maybe it's just something he's shy about and only trusts you to tell you about it? So you waited.
You waited a long time. What if it was just to humiliate you? In a second Sean and Javier will jump out from behind the trees, laughing at you. Yet nothing happened. So you waited.
Then came a spark of hope. Maybe he was nervous too? Maybe he did like you and decided to ask you out? He was naturally a shy man, yet you knew he could have a... Wild side. But it made you excited. Brought back the confidence in you. So you waited.
Soon enough, you heard footsteps. You turned there, noticing Charles coming.
"I'm sorry it took so long, Reverend didn't want me to get past without listening to his ballad about whiskey" he sighed as you chuckled.
"Not a problem. You wanted to talk?"
"Talk? Ah, yes..." He nodded. He seems nervous. Score.
"I... Actually wanted to talk about us"
That was enough. Before he could say anything else, you grabbed his collar, pulling down and just kissed him.
His lips were soft, surprisingly well taken care of. They were warm and you could still taste Pearson's stew on them and some morning coffee. But non of those bothered you, not even a bit.
Charles tensed up, surprised, yet raised his hands, placing them on your cheeks. And when you thought he'd kiss back, he softly pushed you away.
And there it is again, that horrible feeling like you'd be about to faint. You looked at him, panicking. Vision blurry again. But then he said something that surprised you.
"I wanted to do it first" he muttered, chuckling awkwardly. You blinked, calming down, then smiling softly. As sweet as always. "But I wanted to tell you about it first"
"Oh- I'm sorry!" You chuckled, embarrassed. You went too quick. But he didn't seem mad, at thankfully.
He then took your hands in his, walking closer to you, looking into your eyes.
"Y/N... You're an amazing man with a sweet soul and a great heart. I've liked you for as long as I remember, and I wanted to thank you for being with me this whole time. But I don't think friends are something I can stand any longer. I want to be something better. Someone more important"
Now, as much as it was sweet, it was greatly surprising. Charles rarely talked about his feelings, let alone people he's sweet on. So... You felt honoured. And touched.
No wonder it took for him so long to come. He was stressed. Maybe even as much as you. Or more.
No, he'd be dead if it was more.
He then pulled you into a warm hug. Holding you close, nuzzling to you.
"Will you go out with me?"
You honestly felt like you could fly. Years of dreaming and begging faith for one chance... And you got it. Now you'll be damned if you screw this up. The plan with "accidentally getting shot" wouldn't sound so bad then.
But you smiled as you looked up to him.
"Gladly"
#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#rdr#red dead redemption#rdr2 x reader#reddeadredemption2#charles smith#charles smith x reader#rdr2 x male reader#rdr2 x m reader
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Sexy alpha dilf Max ideas cos it's late and am bored:
- Max still having the famous Max boobies lol, such a soft pillow if you ask Charles but also just really hot, and very sensitive!
- Charles loves Max's body hair, it's not too much but just so gorgeous and manly!
- Charles joining max at a work outing and being amused he has multiple dilf friends with young partners lol
- they totally have a threesome with nico but nico is mostly curious about Charles lol. Charles feels awkward after but Nico is just do fond of Charles, he understands why Max is dating him!
- Charles pegging Max regularly and just loving it so much! Fucking Max doggy style while pulling his hair hehe
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Sweetheart Will You Sleep With Me (A Cherik Fic)
*Sliding in wearing a turtleneck and rainbow suspenders* *bc Erik would slay in rainbow suspenders* Yyyyyeahhh this totally started out as a fluffy "hey, wouldn't it be neat if instead of that weird-ass thing with Raven, Erik went to bed with Charles after their chess game?" (but not in that way, don't get too excited lol) BUT it turned into kind of an angsty "if this is our last night in the world as we know it, I don't want to spend a minute of that night without you" so....it's fun! (Plus, it's got some little spoon Erik bc I'm absolutely soft for that hehe) Read on and enjoy!
Charles didn’t say another word about Erik killing Shaw. He wanted to explain; wanted to say “I don’t really care if you kill him, I’m just terrified of where it will lead you,” but he didn’t want to make the tension between them snap and splinter into dozens more sharp words.
So he sat there playing chess for the next two hours as though the world wasn’t going to end tomorrow. Even if they didn’t fail, and it wasn’t the world that was going headfirst into oblivion, Charles was almost certain that his world would be—and he had to ignore that and try to focus on not letting Erik get check to his king.
(Which he did. Erik was better at chess, marginally, than Charles was.)
He wanted to stay up longer. Forever. He didn’t want what might be his last night alive to end. He really didn’t want what might be his last happy moment with Erik to be over.
But he was human, so his eyes began to feel heavy. In their fourth game of the evening, Charles made more than his usual number of stupid mistakes, and he caught Erik scrutinizing him from across the table.
“You’re exhausted, Charles,” he said quietly, taking Charles’ second knight. “You’ll be of no use tomorrow if you’re like this.”
“I’m fine,” Charles said shortly. He resisted the temptation to rub at his eyes and push the tiredness away. “These games—”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Erik said, a little more firmly. “I may not be the telepath here, but I can feel the need for sleep rolling off of you anyway. You’re a grown man, so get your ass to bed and stop acting so childish.”
Charles dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. “I don’t want to—it’s—I can’t—Damnit, Erik, I might lose you tomorrow and I don’t want to waste minutes I could be spending with you now!”
The words had felt like they were going to split his skull if he kept them inside his own mind any longer. Still, Charles bit his tongue and got up to leave the library, certain that he’d said too much; he could’ve lived with that horrible pressure, could’ve kept his fears to himself, and yet he’d gone and spoiled a fine, if stressed, friendship with his fumbling outburst. A few lingering touches and strangely intimate glances were not an invitation to feel the way he did.
Then he felt a strong hand (Erik’s hands were so broad, so strong, so capable of gentleness) on his elbow. “Charles,” he said. It was all he needed to say, really. Charles could hear the marbled emotions pitching about in his tone, and he could name each of them.
Anger. That one haunted Erik more often than anything, and that one Charles would recognize in his voice more clearly than any other. He thought it would probably never quite leave Erik. Grief. He had to admit, he usually heard that one when Erik was thinking about the past, not about an anticipated pain in the future, but it didn’t escape his notice that he and Erik were apparently expecting the same thing. Exasperation. Charles knew that one well, too—but this time it was tempered by….
Fondness. Charles gave it that name because it wasn’t quite love, not yet, not so soon, not with so many walls Erik still had around his heart, but it was something sweet and kind and gentle, something that wanted to hold his hand and never let go, something that Erik held in the deepest parts of himself so the anger and bitterness couldn’t touch it and turn it sour.
It gave him all the encouragement he needed. Charles turned back towards Erik and smiled, reaching over to take his hand. “Erik, will you sleep with me tonight?” he asked.
Erik smiled, a kind of unguarded smile Charles had only seen from him once before: during their training exercise earlier that day. (What it did to him to know Erik only lit up like that for him.) “Yes, Charles, I will.” He brought Charles’ hand up to his lips and kissed his knuckles, then let Charles lead him upstairs to his bedroom.
Charles still wanted to stay awake; he wanted to carve the feeling of laying there curled against Erik’s back into his brain so it would never fade away. He wanted to remember every detail: the faint starlight coming in through the window; the soft, rhythmic motion of Erik’s torso expanding with each breath; the way Erik continued to hold onto one of his hands even as he slept.
But Erik’s hair smelled of Charles’ shampoo (besides Raven’s, it was the only kind in the house, and Erik hadn’t raised a fuss about it) and that was both strange and wonderful in its intimacy, and Erik was soft beneath his well-toned muscles, relaxed in sleep. Charles finally closed his eyes, lulled into a fleeting sense of peace by the domesticity of the moment.
#cherik#Charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#professor x#magneto#Erik x charles#Charles x erik#xmen#xmen movies#xmen prequels#xmen first class#fic#angst#(of course is there anything else I write lol)#semi-happy semi-ending#chess scene babeyyy#martianbugsbunny writes fic
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Hi!!!
I love your blog so much,I go absolutely feral for your Henry content it’s *chefs kiss*.
I know you’ve already done something similar but like it keeps eating at my brain,just like a Academic Rivals type thing with Henry and it’s constant like one uping and he gets so annoyed with it one day he has to ‘do something about it’ *wink wink*
Maybe idk? I’m not too good at writing lol but I love your page and it’s safe to say I’m probably gonna be in your asks a lot,
<333
-Ev
hello, ev! lovely to see you joining my solar system. i sure hope to see more of you in the future. thank you for your utter kindness, my dear, and thank you for taking the time to submit a request. <3
however, i am not quite sure what you mean with this contradicting submission; you are quite right in saying that i have already done this before, wherefore your request of the very same thing without any specification or alteration is confusing. i do not mean to be rude with this, but merely intend to express my bewilderment: if wholly aware of the existence of an elaboration on a topic you're fond of, why request the very same thing?
what i can only assume you mean by this is slight variation thereof, which i can, of course, provide; for the next time you do grace my inbox, however, i kindly request of you to be a little more specific, as a request of "i know this has been done before, but do it again" does come across as quite puzzling. this is reiterated with the utmost consideration, of course. all love.
before i elaborate further, here's a selection of my previous academic rival!henry posts that may be interesting to you as well as other users fond of the trope: one / two / three / four
challenging academic rival!henry would be far too indulgent and rewarding in the long run; of course, at first it would have to build, with the tension being strung and pulled at ever so slightly each time you would as much as answer a question of julian's that henry was convinced only he was able to elaborate on. furthermore, it would continue building with the unassuming aid of julian praising your translation methods more and more, at times even more profoundly than henry's, which he, of course, would take bittered notice of. it would come to a rampant boil with heated arguments on seemingly small and meaningless topics just for the sake of agitating the other party, and culminate with the severing of the strung-out tension cord and the consecutive eruption of pent-up passion and longing. by the end of it, you'd be littered in marks; lustfully bitten into (we know he may be prone to doing so due to the possibility of him having bitten charles during the bacchanal...); breathless and motionless, all ability to continue living normally fucked out of you. and yet, upon recharging and regathering your energy, you'd restart the cycle — challenge, tease, get ruined.
#henry winter imagine#henry winter x reader#henry winter thirst#henry winter smut#indulgent thoughts#astrum asks#love all of you anons taking the time to write to me but sometimes i need a little bit more to go off of in order to satisfy your needs#hope this doesn't make me sound like a bitter old bat#to be fair everyone loves themselves a little academic rival!henry and i get it
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two and a half months into liking f1, here are my favorites:
1. Alex Albon
I think this is obvious. I just love Alex too much. Sadly this weekend wasn't great for Williams and it stressed me so much that Valtteri was on a mission to snatch P11 from my boy, but Albono's defending is so good, still sadly no points😭😭
2. Sergio Perez
This was a very hard decision, but I thought it's true for me right now and I can still change it back later so now Checo is on second for now.
I'm so obsessed with this man, I even wrote a Chestappen fic. It rarely happens that I'm so inspired that I actually put my ideas on paper.
FP1 made me want to cry and the German commentator couldn't stop hating (it wasn't really hating, just stating facts with a negative untertone, but it annoyed me) and I'm really starting to dislike Ralf Schumacher, he's always acting like he's so much better than every other driver lol (easy to say those things when you're not driving anymore, yes I'm looking at both of you, Ralf and Nico). But honestly I'm exaggerating, they're not that bad.
Also all the memes about Checo's crash. I was desperatly looking for posts that empathize with him and only found memes😭
(if I wasn't this deep, I would find them funny lol)
The race today was great tho. I would've loved to see him get P2 and I believe it would've been possibly, but I don't know anything so whatever. And I'm super happy for Lando and podium is podium. And driver of the day is well deserved. Checo knows how to gain positions. Now he just needs to start performing in Quali again :D
3. Charles Leclerc
Not the best weekend for Ferrari. The race today was a mess for them. Charles' first pit stop made me want to cry. It did seem like the team was trying to fuck Charles specificly over, with the water problem and that pit stop. I just want to see Ferrari back in the front.😭
Honerable mentions:
Nyck and Daniel. I just have to talk about that. I can't really be happy for Daniel. I really started to like Nyck and I think there is a reason he got into F1 in the first place. He's a good driver and I really believe that he just needed more time. I understand that the team felt like they needed to do something, but to Nyck it's unfair. I just hope he gets over the pain quickly.
And Danny deserves better than Alpha Tauri. Like what is he supposed to prove in that shit box. Also I am so obsessed with Checo that I'm still so scared that they might drop him if Danny does really good and I keep thinking what would that mean for Yuki? etc
Now after the weekend, I still don't know how to feel about the whole situation and I actually started avoiding Danny content, which is stupid and sad. Danny deserves a seat and it's not his fault that the circumstances suck.
the Haas boys. Never thought I would say that, but I kinda dig their dynamic.
George. I've been thinking about George a lot lately and I really like him, but somehow he is super weird to me. Idek what exactly, somehow everything about him is weird, but lovable. From his stupid big eyes and his ridiculously long legs, to his strange laugh and his accent. I really don't know anything about the differences in british accents but his accent is the weirdest to me. I like it and I understand it perfectly, but it's just weird (I'm sorry, I'm not trying to offend anyone😭)
Also his PR stuff is so cringy. I love how he's just embracing it all, but it sometimes feels like he is an old man, who doesn't understand the internet but loves learning about it😭
And his race was impressive af. He really knows how to drive.
Fun fact: my brother thinks he should be Mercedes' first driver.
Lance. I've grown extremely fond of him. He's just a sweetheart and getting dangerously close to my top three. I might have to take him into consideration soon.
He's a cat. I love cats.
Initially I disliked him for the dumbest reason (being a rich kid), but even then I knew (or I was expecting) that the day would come that I start liking him and here we are. He's the kind of person I would want to be friends with.
Logan. Through Alex I've become somewhat of a Williams fan. And I really like it when Logan has a good day. The FPs were great for him. The race sucked tho (whatever happened there), but he didn't seem too mad about it.
Lewis. I couldn't believe my eyes when he took pole. I was so happy, but then the race start was so bad😭😭
And I feel incredibly bad that I didn't want him to get P3😭
He was just so close to Checo in the last few laps and I really wanted Checo on the podium. Please don't get me wrong, I would have loved to see Lewis on the podium. I would've loved to see him win, but with Max, Lando and Checo in front, I just couldn't cheer for him😭😭😭😭
Lando. I love this man and I just want him to finally get a win. But it seems like he takes P2 as some kind of win, knowing that Max is just unbeatable.
Max. His hair.
Also I just need to say how much I love it when Max speaks German. The Dutch accent when speaking German is like the cutest thing ever and I'm really impressed of how confident he is in the language.
And there's my internal Red Bull dilemma. I drink a Red Bull for every Quali and for every race. I don't want Red Bull and Max to keep dominating, but I want Checo in front and Max deserves to win because he is that good. Do I support Checo or the Red Bull domination by drinking too much Red Bull?😭😭😭
Either way, I love Red Bull and I will keep on drinking it lol. Also I might be a RB fan at heart. Still Ferrari all the way, but I came into F1 being a RB fan, because of rallye sport and almost every driver I like there, is driving for RB. And then there's what they did to Alex and Pierre and now Nyck.
It's a love-hate relationship.
Valtteri. I don't think I ever said anything about him here. I love this man! He is such a vibe. Just doing whatever the fuck he wants and slaying every second of his life. He's not at the top of my favorites, but generally speaking, he might be one of the coolest drivers on the grid.
In terms of race positions, I like to see him doing good, but I like to see my favs in front more. Alex > Valtteri, I had to cheer for Alex there.
Zhou. I'm positively neutral about Zhou, I don't know much about him, but from what I've seen so far there's not much to dislike. But here I just wanted to say that I loved seeing him slay Quali. Alfa Romeo in general. It's good to see them in better positions every now and then. The start today was just unfortunate.
Carlos. I was surprised by how Ferrari was treating Carlos today. It seemed like the team was actually listening to him. I hope they sorted themselves out and they keep being nice to my man Carlito😭
But the German commentators kept saying that Carlos Sr. is already looking around for a seat in a different team for his son😭
I love him in Ferrari, but I would totally understand if he wanted to leave. But I also saw something about the possibility of him joining Audi and I gotta say, as much as I love Ferrari Carlos, seeing him in an Audi would be so cool! Might be because Carlos Sr. is driving for Audi, but that doesn't matter. It'd just be cool.
Pierre. I'm starting to find my love for Pierre again. It's not nearly as strong as it used to be (obviously, as he's not first anymore lol) For some reason I didn't really care about him for a few weeks, but it's coming back now. Also bad day for Alpine. Must be devastating, a DNF for both cars and it not even being their fault. I hope they're okay and don't kill Zhou.
Esteban. I'm starting to dig the whole Alpine dynamic. They might not be the best of friends but they make it work and I love that.
And still, I'm obsessed with Este's accent and I keep coming back to the squirrel clip. I just can't with him.
Also he gives me young Jeff Goldblum vibes, idk why, but I love it.
Might be the hair. Or the sunglasses.
Oscar. It's frustrating to watch Oscar almost get on the podium. He deserves a podium, he's an incredible driver and I'm happy that the car is finally good enough for him and Lando.
Yuki. Now that I named 18 drivers, I can just say some things to the last two as well. Yuki is such a cool person. I wish he was higher on my list (the honerable mentions are in no particular order). And like I said before, I'm a little scared of what Danny's performance means for him.
Fernando. I like him a lot. I like his laugh and his accent. He's serious but silly and he treats Lance well. I like to believe that he has no evil master plan and just actually likes Lance lol
Sometimes it seems that Aston is the only team that works together and just like Lance said, it's romantic.
Also Strollonso might actually be my favorite ship currently. They're so unlikely, but they just work and it's cute. Thay might not be a Lestappen or a Carlando, but they have my heart just as much and I need more content.
Wow, I didn't know I had so much to say. And I hadn't realized that I just named most of the grid until I counted them.
#f1#formula 1#formula one#alex albon#sergio perez#ralf schumacher#nico rosberg#charles lecrelc#nyck de vries#daniel ricciardo#nico hülkenberg#kevin magnussen#george russell#lance stroll#logan seargent#lewis hamilton#lando norris#max verstappen#valtteri bottas#zhou guanyu#carlos sainz junior#carlos sainz#carlos sainz senoir#pierre gasly#esteban ocon#oscar piastri#yuki tsunoda#fernando alonso#strollonso#alonstroll
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Kinktober Day 9: Lingerie (Charles x Fem! Reader SMUT)
Slowly but surely I am catching up! I do gotta admit, goddamn do I miss writing fluff lol. There might be more than one update coming over the next couple days, I have multiple Kinktober fics I'm working on at once to try and catch up. I hope you all enjoy this one!!
WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, some praise, nothing too crazy in this one, you buy lingerie to surprise Charles and he can't help but rip it off you. I think that's everything, if I missed any let me know!
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You felt giddy as you continued to fuss with your makeup in the mirror. Charles would be home any time now and you had set up a special surprise for him. Over your time together you had noticed Charles fondness for the prettier things in life; artwork that filled practically every open space on the wall, suits made of the finest fabrics money could buy, spoiling you with sets of shining jewels that you always insisted were too much. You knew that when he came home to his pretty little Engel all done up in your new lingerie he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you. "I'm home mein Herz, sorry I'm late!" You hear him call from the living room as he kicks the door shut behind him.
You looked yourself over one last time in the mirror, adjusting the bow you had tied to hold your robe together. You smoothed your hands over the black satin, barely able to contain your excitement. "I'm in here!" You call back as casually as you could. You sat on the edge of your bed, positioning youraelf so you would be the first thing he saw as he entered the room.
You hear him approaching with a groan, "What a day. I swear, you think Matthew would have a handle on collecting resources for one of his own classes-" He freezes as he walks through the door, his eyes instantly taking over your form. "Now, what do we have here?" A smile spreads across his face. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe.
"You work so hard, I wanted to give you a surprise when you got home." You smile coyly at him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He straightens up, slowly sauntering over to you.
"Well this is definitely a welcomed gift, schön." You giggle as he crawls over you, his lips crashing into yours as he pushes you back into the bed. "Is there anything under the robe?" He asks, raising a curious eyebrow at you.
"Why don't you unwrap me and find out." You challenge, splaying out beneath him. He chuckles at your response.
"On your knees, pretty girl. It'll be hard to get you undressed if you're laying down." You shiver slightly, his hot breath fanning over the exposed skin of your neck as he pulls away from you. You do as he asked, settling yourself on your knees and looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes. He tugs at the neat bow you had tied, the sahs easily coming undone. His eyes flashed from yours to the lace that peeked out from just underneath the robe along your breast. "So this is why you wouldn't show me what you bought shopping the other day, hm?" He teases you with a chuckle. He eased the satin down your shoulders, slowly revealing the skimpy bodysuit underneath, he glances at you playfully.
"What?" I gotta make you work a little for it." You razz in response.
He sighs, you caught a devious glint in his eyes as he turns away from you, slowly undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. "Mein Engel, you just love getting me all worked up don't you?" You swallow thickly, heat immediately pooling in your core at his time of voice. He shrugs off his shirt, stretching his back and rolling his neck in a way that shows off his strong form. He returns to his position standing in front of you, his fingers trailing up your sides before gripping tightly around the straps of your body suit. His eyes never left yours as he pulled roughly at the fabric, the sound of ripping cloth and cool air hitting your bow exposed abdomen making you shiver with anticipation as Charles physically tears the body suit in half. He drank in the sight of you, now only left in a matching black lace bra, panties and garter belt. He trails a finger up your stomach, in between the valley of your breasts, and over your throat before taking your face tenderly in his hand. "There, now I can finally see my beautiful girl." He smiles at you, the sight causing your cheeks to grow warm. He traced his fingers along the edge of your bra, gazing at you longingly.
"Do you like it?" You ask coyly.
"Like it? I love it, Maus." His lips crash into yours, a startled squeak escaping you as you're pushed back onto the bed. He pushes himself in between your thighs, grinding against your core. His rough, calloused fingers massaged your sides. You whined as you pressed yourself into his hardening length. "So pretty for me, you know that?" You nod as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. He pushes your panties to the side, his fingers rubbing teasingly over your entrance. You gasp as he pushes them inside your velvety walls. "And already so wet too." He smirks with a chuckle. He slowly starts to rock his fingers inside of you, taking his time to properly prepare you for his massive length. A never ending sea of praise clouded your mind as he coaxed you into letting go, allowing him full control over your pleasure. "Always so good for me, mein Engel." He gazed down at your divine form below him, the lace of your lingerie hugging perfectly to your curves. He slowly swipes the head of his cock over your entrance, you squirmed in anticipation which only caused him to chuckle at how adorable you looked. Your cheeks flushed, your hair haphazardly spread across the mattress, the rise and fall of your chest erratic as you patiently waited for him to give you the relief you wanted. He eased into you at an agonizingly slow pace, your back arching off of the bed as a lewd moan cracks from your throat. Charles curses under his breath, your soaked core allowing him to slide inside you effortlessly. Your hands wrapped around his strong arms, trying to keep yourself grounded as he mercilessly pounded into you. His hand presses flat across your stomach, holding you firmly in place so you couldn't wiggle away. The sounds that fell from your lips were unholy, Charles easily able to turn you into a screaming mess with every sharp snap of his hips. He collapses on top of you, propping himself on his forearms on either side of your head, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that makes your head spin. Your eyes had trouble focusing on his features, in all honesty you were too blissed out to really care. But, the look on your partner's face alone was almost enough to send you over the edge. A soft, satisfied smile graced his lips as he looked down at you; your skin glowed under the dim lights, a light sheen of sweat covering every exposed bit of flesh, the meat of your thighs rippling with every loud slap of his skin against yours. "Beautiful." Was the only word he could find to describe the sight of you. He pulls out, your body laid limp in the sheets as you waited to see just what exactly he had planned for you.
"Do you think you have it in you to roll over, sweetheart?" You did as he asked before Charles hauled you up onto your knees, flush against his chest. "You picked out such pretty lingerie… I think we should make this a night to remember, don't you?"
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oh, he probably just a very touchy person then (while Charles is not). Like Max could slap every guy ass on grid but you know he would never ever trying to do the same to Charles💀I doubt Charles would say anything and I believe they friendly enough but they still awkward with each other’s in some way
He slaps Lando's butt and Lando returns the gesture quite frequently. Imagine him doing that to Charles and at the next opportunity Charles doing the same. I bet the fandom would nuke itself, lol.
I have never seen Charles doing the butt slap to anyone, tho. He seems like a very reserved guy about being touchy-touchy, too. In the Ferrari videos (as much as I witnessed) Carlos is the handsy one and Charles is just taking it in stride. Max is possibly aware of this and keeps it fairly on the "Bro" side of the no homo thing 🤣🤣
Dunno, it very much feels like "you do not do that with your crush" thing to me at times. Like, doing handsy stuff with your mates doesn't mean anything other than your fondness of them, but doing that to your love interest is different... A much more intimate thing that's no longer a casual show of affection, but something downright sexual.
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Lol sorry I accidentally hit unfollow while trying to find your ask box 😭 can I request sebchal + forehead kisses???
C, this has been in my inbox for. I don't even know how long😭 sorry about THAT. and this is insanely sappy!
Charles finds it hard to believe sometimes, that he gets to have this. It feels a bit like a daydream; a little too good, a little too perfect.
There's sunlight streaming through the window of Sebastian's bedroom in Switzerland, filling the whole room with a brightness and a warmth. They're in bed; Sebastian leaned back against the headboard with a book in his hands, and Charles next to him, propped up on his elbow, smiling as he watches Seb read.
"You're staring," Seb says, without looking up from his book. It's one about organic farming that Charles is pretty sure Seb has read at least twice before.
"Yes," Charles says, because there's no point denying it.
The corner of Seb's mouth quirks up. "Why?"
Charles smiles, his eyes tracing over the shapes of Seb's face; his nose, the crinkles by his eyes, his mouth. He wonders if Seb knows how much time he's spent staring at him through the years. It's only recently that he's stopped hiding it, stopped looking away quickly whenever Seb looks at him. He remembers their first year together at Ferrari, how in awe he'd been at the man sat across from him during debriefs and team meetings. He never would have thought they'd end up like this.
"Just because," he says, voice soft.
Charles is pretty sure there's a faint blush on Seb's cheeks. He's also pretty sure Seb would deny it if he brought it up.
Seb chuckles, but he still doesn't look away from his book. Charles shifts a little, leans over and grabs the book out of his hands.
"Hey," Seb tries to protest, but Charles has already tossed it to the side and is now crawling onto Seb's lap.
"Hello," Charles says, smiling. He rests his hands on Seb's shoulders, rubbing slightly back and forth.
"I was reading that," Seb says, but the smile on his face makes it obvious that he doesn't actually mind.
"Oh, I know," Charles says. "You are very cute when you're reading."
Seb quirks his eyebrows. "Cute, huh?"
Nodding, Charles raised on of his arms, trails it up the side of Seb's face. "Yes. When you think something is extra interesting you get this wrinkle, right-" he lifts his hand, thumbs at the space between Seb's eyebrows, "-here."
He leans in, replaces his thumb with his lips, leaving a gentle kiss there. Then he moves further up, kissing Seb's forehead, and then further down, on his cheek, and then the tip of his nose.
When he pulls back, Seb's eyes are soft, fond. "What was that for?"
Charles smiles, leans back in one final time and pushes their lips together. "Just because," he mutters into Seb's skin.
#fluff! get your fluff!#if u want to this can be set in both here comes the sun OR december makes me quiet#cheb#my writing#sebchal#kritischetheologie#fic i wrote on a bus
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Hi there! I feel like I've read every single Cherik fic on existence and I love your recs. What are some of your favorite recent fics?
I feel the same way too sometimes lol, though I know it can't possibly be true :D Here are some recent fics I've loved though there might not be anything new to you if you're a prolific reader!
scandal of the century by joshriku
The headline reads:
STEAMY SEX TAPE BETWEEN MAGNETO AND PROFESSOR X LEAKED!
“All right,” Charles says. “I wouldn’t call it steamy, you know, that’s an exaggeration.”
“That is seriously not the point, Professor,” Jean answers.
(A sex tape is leaked. PR crisis ensues).
how near to fairyland by ikeracity
Since childhood, Charles has kept all the things he can't let go of in a beautiful room in his head. Cuba brings his precarious balancing act crashing down.
Correspondence by populuxe (part of a series)
It may be the weekend, but there’s a letter Charles really must reply to before getting ready for their far more enticing evening plans.
invisible string by soetry (WIP)
“We’re just raising a child together,” Erik snapped. “Relax about it.”
in which charles xavier and erik lehnsherr were political opponents until they had to become allies until they horrifically became best friends and then accepted being awesome co-dads and everyone needs to calm down about it. especially them themselves.
Hold me tight (Or don't) by hllfire (WIP)
Charles is married off to Erik Lehnsherr, the Duke of Órleans, and sent to live in Paris with him so they can start a family and the duke can keep his title. The only problem is that Charles hates his husband, and Erik isn't fond of Charles either.
Until it changes.
Mr & Mr Eisenhardt by faerie_ground (WIP)
“Now,” Mr Howlett says, and clicks his irritatingly pink pen. “How happy are you with your marriage? On a scale of one to ten.”
“Eight,” Charles says.
“That’s a rubbish scale,” Erik says. “You can’t fucking measure happiness on a scale. How are we supposed to know how much happiness differs between each number? What, are we just supposed to guess? Also, does one mean most happy or least happy? Also-”
Charles closes his eyes and looks like he wants to suffocate himself using one of the cushions.
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Charles Haller and Erik Eisenhardt meet at a bar, fall in love, and get married. Neither of them know that the other is an assassin working for a rival agency- but they're about to find out real soon.
A Simple Business Arrangement by MitchieSawyer (WIP)
Erik Lehnsherr just found out he’s a father to a ten-year-old girl. Lorna’s mother wants nothing to do with her knowing that she’ll likely be a mutant. Suddenly needing more money than a mutant activist in New York City makes, Erik does the one thing that makes sense - offers himself up as a gestational surrogate to his old adversary from college who finds himself in need of a spare to ensure his anti-mutant step family never gets control of the family business if anything should happen to him or his son, David.
A simple business arrangement will solve Erik’s money problems and Charles’s heir problems, and it won’t even put a dent in Charles’s bank account. What could possibly go wrong?
A little angsty, but with a shocking amount of fun from this author. Additional notes inside. Updates on Saturdays.
a traditional courtship by Helenish
Maybe it’s even a game between them; he catches Charles often enough, watching him, curious, bemused. He lets it go further than he would, otherwise.
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