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dilemmaontwolegs · 3 months

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I’m gonna need more details on that punishment Lando was promised.

Loved the new chapter. All the bodyguards is exactly what I imagined Lando would do.

Felt so bad for him, to be so scared of making mistake in relationship, isn’t really healthy.

Not A Verstappen: Lights Out {6.5}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Just smut and a little fluffy aftercare. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, sub/dom WC: 1.2k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten NAV: Lights Out One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || 6.5 || Seven

Charles tested the sashes from the hotel dressing gowns that kept Lando spread across the bed to see if they had loosened. His wrists and ankles each led to one of the four corner posts and you sat at the headboard, gently stroking his damp hair.

Come splattered his tensed abs from his first two orgasms, a third almost about to join the mess.

Unintelligible sounds grunted from him as Charles returned between his legs. He was taking his control back after what Lando had done and the red handprints that Lando’s sat on were the result of his punishment. As was the edging.

“Pleaseeee…” he whined as Charles stopped sucking his cock just before he was about to finish. Shifting lower, Charles disappeared deeper between his legs and Lando’s back arched with the workings of his tongue. “Fuuuck, feels so good.”

“Shhh, no talking,” you reminded him.

The sight of Charles popping up, licking his lips, was enough to turn you on again despite already being thoroughly fucked just out of Lando’s reach while he was tied up. The punishment was hardly punishment at all for Lando, but it gave Charles some closure to move on from the mistake.

“Lando can’t help it, can you, mon cher?” Charles asked as he climbed his body, settling himself on his knees over Lando’s chest. “The only way to keep him quiet is with something in his mouth.”

Lando’s lips parted and his tongue lapped at the precum that coated the tip of Charles’ cock before he craned his neck to take more. Charles grabbed the headboard and snapped his hips forward, burying his cock down Lando’s throat.

“There, mon cher, now you can’t talk,” Charles strained through gritted teeth as his own release mounted. “Putain, tellement bien.”

You knew he was close when he switched to his mother tongue and you decided to give Lando some reprieve as you wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking him to the pace Charles set with his hips. A muffled cry broke the seal around Lando’s lips and his hips bucked into your hand until he spilled himself over your fist with a sate groan that rumbled deep from his chest.

“Oui, oui,” Charles panted as he pulled back and painted Lando’s pink lips white, each spurt jerking his body like a puppet controlled by his cock. His ragged breaths slowly calmed as clarity returned to his eyes and he smiled down at the mess on Lando’s face - from his watering eyes to his flushed cheeks. “Mon Dieu, are you alright?”

Lando licked his lips and smiled whimsically at the taste that coated his tongue, but he couldn’t vocalise anything as he reached his subspace. You quickly untied the sashes and Lando’s limbs fell limp around him, that blissful smile still lazy on his lips. “How are your ribs?”

He seemed to have forgotten about the bruises from the crash until he was reminded. “Still sore.”

“Our Charles can do a lot of things but I don’t think he can heal with his dick, if that’s what you were expecting,” you teased as Charles used Lando’s arm as a pillow where he was still recovering. They both chuckled and watched as you climbed off the bed but then Lando pouted, his fingers wiggling on his free arm, begging you to join the cuddles.

“I’m going to run a bath before you fall asleep,” you said with a shake of your head, knowing he was going to crash soon from the highs he had been subjected to.

The steam spilled out of the bathroom with the scent of the jasmine bath salts you found and you dimmed the lights as Charles carried Lando in. “Poor baby is out of it,” you commented as you brushed Lando’s damp curls back. He wasn’t asleep but he wasn’t quite awake either.

Charles stepped into the bath and sunk into the hot water with Lando on his lap, a deep sigh filling the room. You sat beside them on the bathroom floor wrapped up in one of the fluffy robes and wet a cloth to wash the mess off his face before it dried completely.

“Am I scary?”

You looked up in surprise at Charles' question but he was busy looking at Lando’s dark lashes fanned across his pink cheeks. “Where did that come from?”

Tortured eyes lifted to meet yours. “He made himself sick, because of me.”

“No, he made himself sick because his imagination runs wild and he fears any little imperfection,” you corrected as you took his hand in yours, the warm water running up your sleeve to your elbow. The same thing happened any time he messed up in practice, qualifying or the race. If he made a mistake then he would self-depreciate and withdraw into a dark corner of his mind.

Lando’s head slowly tipped back to look up at Charles, remorse openly displayed on his face. “I’m not afraid of you, just the thought of you guys leaving me.”

“Mon cher,” Charles sighed and kissed his forehead. “You are ours and we are not letting you go, no matter what that brain of yours thinks.”

You had already showered while the bath was running but you slipped out of the robe and stepped into the water that was already cooling quickly. Thankfully the tub was extra large, just like everything else is Vegas, and there was plenty of room to curl up against Lando on Charles’ lap. “I’m stubborn,” they both snorted at your statement and you rolled your eyes, “so you know I’m never going to change my mind about you two. And Charles is almost as bad as me. Unfortunately for you, my love, you are stuck with us for a very, very long time.”

Lando pulled you closer and tucked his head in the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you murmured as you combed your fingers through his hair and caught Charles’ eyes softening. “I think it’s about time someone else had an emotional breakdown besides me for a change.”

You cozied up to your boyfriends but just when you got comfortable Lando tutted. “You’re not meant to be in a hot bath.”

“It’s not hot anymore.”

“Baby…”

You can sighed but it was followed by a smile as your Lando was back and his mind was cleared. Trust him to think of your pregnancy the second he wasn’t worried about something else, now he was worried you were boiling little Jellybean alive. So you climbed out with a pout of your own. “Fine, I’ll go, all by myself…to this big, big bed…alone…”

You took a dramatic step each time, amusing them more with each one until Lando slipped under the water to quickly wash his hair out. Charles soon followed suit and the two of them emerged from the bathroom in their robes to settle into bed with you. Without having to ask, you moved aside so Lando could take the middle spot, knowing he still needed the reassuring closeness of your bodies surrounding him as he fell into a deep sleep.

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flynnriderishot · 3 months

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beautiful boy - v.h

warning: i took french for eight years but hardly remember anything so i used google translate

very short :( but i had a dream and had to do this

you laid in bed with vinnie, the tv playing a random anime you were hardly paying any attention to.

his hands fiddled with the ends of your hair as he held a thoughtful look.

“say it again.”

“ce spectacle est déroutant.”

“you’re confused about something?” he said in a questioning tone, not too confident in his recent lessons with you.

“oui.” you nodded.

“yes, okay.” he perked up a bit, “what are you confused about.”

“ce spectacle.” you repeated yourself.

“spectacles. like glasses.”

“non.” you failed to hide your laugh as you shook your head.

he jokingly huffed, not being able to stop the smile that formed at the sound of your laughter, “oh, come on. what was it?”

“this show is confusing.” you turned your attention to the tv.

vinnie scoffed, “it’s really simple to understand actually, but i won’t go into detail about that.”

he pressed a faint kiss to the top of your head before tossing his head back against his pillow.

“give me another one.”

you hummed thought.

as you tried to figure out what to say, you couldn’t help but let your eyes trail over his figure.

from his abs to the tattoos that covered his skin. as your eyes moved upwards, they landed on his eyes. one of your favorite things about him. only one thing settled in your mind.

beautiful.

“mon beau garçon.” you spoke softly, almost in a whisper, your eyes full of admiration as you looked at him.

vinnie blinked, shaking his head lightly. he tilted his head slightly so he could be closer to you, “one more time? a little louder.”

“mon beau garçon.” your hand made its way to his hair, running your fingers through his curls to enunciate your statement.

“something about a boy.” he grasped, looking at you for approval. you nodded. “okay.”

he took a minute to think, putting together the details. this was a simple sentence.

“my beautiful boy…”

he said this was as much confidence as he could muster. he wasn’t sure if he was right, but if he was wrong, he wouldn’t mind hearing you say something else in french.

this was usually how your lessons worked- you’d give him a bunch of random sentences in french and you would continue this until he finally figured one out.

“oui.”

“yes?” he turned to you with a big smile, “seriously?”

“mhm.” you nodded.

the excitement in his tone died down a bit when he came to a quick realization,

“i’m your beautiful boy?” his voice got quiet. his cheeks grew warm under your gentle stare.

you giggled, leaning over to pecks his lips, “you’re my beautiful boy.”

#sturniolo triplets #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker

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deltaromeo3 · 10 months

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴇᴄʟᴇʀᴄ ⋆ Lando Norris

pairing: Lando Norris x Leclerc!reader

warnings: crap french as always. this is a long one yall!

✿ A/N: I enjoyed writing this although it took me a while due to the writer’s block (sorry!). hope you enjoyed this!

requested by: this ask 🫶🏼

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” You stood frozen as the driver quickly hands you a napkin to wipe the drink that had now made it’s way to your top.

He continues to apologise profusely and you keep on assuring him its not a big deal.

“Are you sure? Is there any way I can make it up to you?” He says, looking up hopefully at you.

“Well I was gonna go to the bathroom and clean myself after this. Any better suggestions?”

He pauses, thinking for a second. “I have spare clothes in my motorhome. Not as fancy as your top though but it’s clean.” He looks at you, awaiting for a reply. He really looks like he was sorry that he ruined your top.

You smiled, “Yeah yeah that sounds good. And anyways a dry top is better than a wet one.”

He returns back the smile, “Okay cool. Come with me.”

You followed the driver all the way to his motorhome and thankfully it wasn’t far from the cafe.

He hands you a T-shirt, which was obviously too big for you but it’s not like you had any other choice anyways. You took the shirt and he exits the motorhome, giving you privacy to change.

You exit the motorhome and thanked him.

He smiles, apologising to you again. He really felt bad.

“Please let me how I can repay you for the damage I caused.” He says, almost like he was begging.

You chuckled, “It’s fine! I can just send this to the dry cleaners.” You say as you held up the top. “Don’t worry.” You reassured him again.

He snaps his fingers, almost like a light bulb lit up in his head. “Yes! That! Let me know how much it costs. I’ll gladly cover the expenses.”

You chuckled again, “If you insist.” You walked away, but quickly stopped in your tracks, turning around to ask him how the hell should you get in touch with him. But he was nowhere to be seen.

You quickly rushed down to Ferrari’s garage, now donned in someone else’s clothes.

You scurried as you were already late and your brother was expecting you any minute now. You placed the headset on your shoulder.

“Mon petit!” Your brother yells as soon as he spots you. He immediately engulfs you in a hug, but as soon as he pulls away, he takes a good look at you…. mostly eyeing your top.

His eyebrows furrow. “What happened to your pretty blouse?”

“Nothing much. Lando spilled his drink on it.” You sigh.

“Quel?! What?! Lando spilled his drink on you?”

You nod, laughing at your brother’s reaction.

“Oui. But it’s fine. It’s not a big deal, he gave me this shirt to wear so don’t go and hunt him down okay?”

Charles squints, unconvinced at your comment. “Okay.”

The race was finally over and you just reached your hotel room. You took off your shoes and plopped yourself on the bed, letting out a heavy exhale after the long day you just had.

You laid down for a good minute, afterwards sitting up as you had to take a shower. You were all sticky especially after getting a drink spilled on yourself.

You sat up, turning to the bedside table to charge your phone when suddenly you noticed an envelope with your name on it, leaning up against the lamp.

Curious to as what it was, you quickly opened it. And to your surprise, it was a cheque, written to you. With the cheque came a note that wrote:

“I’m sorry for ruining your top. Hope this enough for a new one x”

You smiled to yourself. Lando Norris, how thoughtful of you. He really was remorseful, huh?

You went to look at the amount he wrote on the cheque, immediately going wide-eyed.

Let’s just say you can buy one top and still have enough left.

That’s a really pretty top. I’m glad she got a new one after I ruined one. Oh! She even has new sneakers! She’s got good taste in shoes. She looks so pretty to-

“Why don’t you just talk to her?” Max nudges me, bringing me out of my trance.

“Huh?” I turned my head to look at Max.

Max chinned towards her direction, “You seem to like her an awful lot,”

Did I really just out myself? Is it really that obvious?

I chuckled. “I can’t, she’s with Charles.”

Max bursts out laughing, like what I said was hilarious, absolutely hilarious.

“What! Why are you laughing?” I smacked him in the arm.

“Mate,” He pauses. “Don’t you know?”

“Know? Know what?” I looked at him, even more confused than before.

“She’s Charles’ sister.“

Sister. Somehow that hurt more than hearing ‘girlfriend’. But hey, i’m Lando Norris. I’m always up for a challenge.

I quirked my eyebrows, my interest immediately peaked, “Really? How come I haven’t seen her around before?”

“She was studying in the States and i’m pretty sure it was in Mechanical Engineering. You’d know that if you talked to her,” Max says, almost like he was proud with the information he just provided me with.

“You seem to know everything. Do you know if she’s single then?”

Max chuckles, “I’m sorry mate but I don’t. And why would I ask her that? I have a girlfriend,”

I shrugged.

“Why don’t you go and find out for yourself?”

“Maybe I will.”

“Vous êtes sûr? Are you sure? You’ll be okay on your own?” Charles asks.

You chuckled at his concern. I think Charles seems to forget that I studied overseas, so being independent isn’t much of a problem to me.

You nodded in response, “Go go! Have fun. I’ll catch a taxi back, pas de souci. Don’t worry.”

There was still a look of unsureness in your brother’s face, like he was really debating if he should leave. He asks again- if you’re sure. You nodded, reassuring him once again. He smiles and kisses your cheeks, telling you to send him a text as soon as you’ve reached your hotel. You agreed and he leaves with Carlos and a few other workers.

You wave him goodbye and proceed to walk off towards the direction of the exit but was stopped by a familiar figure walking my way.

I’m intrigued, he’s always with Max but this time he’s alone.

He walks your way as he recognises it was you.

“You’re not here to spill your drink on me again are you?” You joked.

“Oh no, I’m ‘fraid not,” He laughs at your comment. You could see him look around you, like he was looking for someone.

“What are you doing here all alone?” He asks.

“Charles left with some of the team to have some drinks. I’m actually headed back, gonna catch a taxi or something,”

His eyebrows furrow, “A taxi?”

“Yeah, a taxi. Why?”

“You don’t happen to stay at the Hilton, do you?” Again, with the look. The same look he gave when he spilled his drink on me. Those goddamn eyes I swear.

“Actually, yeah I am. Why?”

He smiles. “Good! Cause same. Come, I’ll give you a ride back.”

“Oh no, it’s fine rea-“ You try to decline his offer but he was quick to cut you off.

“Don’t be silly, it’s the least I can do for you.”

The least? Wasn’t the cheque enough? I’m not complaining though….

He starts walking off, but you still stood in your spot, in disbelief.

“You coming?” He turns his back.

You nodded and walked with him to his car.

The whole way back was surprisingly not awkward. You actually chat with him while he was driving, which was surprising because you often find yourself quiet around people you weren’t close to.

You were on the elevator, now on the way up to your room.

“By the way, you look great in that Quadrant tee. I’ve got a new collection coming so I’m thinking of sending some stuff to you. Would you be okay with that?”

You swear you could feel your brain going ‘??!!!???!’

Okay? OKAY? It’ll be more than okay.

You were smiling to yourself, but quickly stopped in case Lando caught on.

“Y-yeah!” You stuttered. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“Great!” He says with a smile on his face. “Why don’t you give me your number so I can reach out to you for your details?”

You were blushing inside, but you did as you were told.

“Okay, I’ll be sure to text you,” He says as the elevator doors open and you exit, walking off to your room.

As you were about to tap your keycard, your phone vibrates. That was fast.

Text from: Unknown number.

- It’s me, Lando.

You laughed at the obviousness, not forgetting to save his number.

It was a normal Monday afternoon. You were in Charles’ kitchen, stocking up like you always do. He insists that you don’t need to do that but what were you supposed to do? You were free now that you’ve graduated and you didn’t feel like reading again.

You were enjoying the peace and quiet when suddenly he comes barging in.

“Y/N,” He says.

He never calls you by your name… so you must’ve done something wrong.

“Hm?” You responded, but you didn’t turn to face him. You continue to stock up his shelf.

“Dis-moi pourquoi je viens d'apprendre par Carlos que tu sors avec Lando? Tell me why did I just hear from Carlos that you're dating Lando?”

You gulped, stopping in your tracks. How did this reach Charles’ ears? Which motherfluffer snitched?!

You turned to face your brother slowly. He just stood there with a stoic look on his face.

“Surprise…?” Was all you could say.

“Unbelievable,” He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head.

Did you expect your day to take such a sharp turn like this? Absolutely not. It was going well until just a few seconds ago when the news broke. Now, you were on the receiving end of his never ending nagging.

You were about to walk away when you heard Charles’ phone ring. It was Arthur and Enzo. Such great timing.

“Ca va!” He yells at them through the phone.

“Do you know our sister here is dating Lando?” The camera turns to you. You just gave them a tight lipped smile and waved.

A sea of ‘what?!’ came rushing. Charles turns to look at you, giving you the side-eye.

He proceeds to spill to them about how he found out. Apparently Carlos accidentally let it slip.

Of course, Enzo was perfectly fine about it but Arthur on the other hand was teasing you like no tomorrow.

“Lando needs to get his eyes checked, there’s something wrong with his eyesight.”

After what seemed like eternity, the call finally ends. There was bickering back and fourth between you and Charles but it wasn’t something you weren’t a used to. He was overprotective of you and with good reason.

You groaned. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you,”

Charles sighs, “Êtes-vous heureux? Avec lui? Are you happy? With him?”

You nod, “Très, very,”

“Good. Because if ever see you crying, I know who to find,”

You smiled. “Je t’aime, I love you,”

“Je t’aime aussi, I love you too,”

You walk over to him, pulling him into a hug.

“N'oubliez pas d'utiliser une protection, dont forget to use protection, I don’t want to be a grandpa at 25,” He says while hugging.

You laughed, “Okay.”

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chrisevansonly · 6 months

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𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒄

☁︎ charles leclerc x female reader

☁︎ there is nothing better than carving pumpkins with your husband and your little girl

☁︎ no warnings just very sweet dad! charles content ahead<3

☁︎ i’m really excited for this, i love dad!charles so much you guys have no idea..i love this fall celebration fic idea idk why i didn’t do it before…

Across the table lay a sheet of fabric to protect the delicate cherrywood underneath from the pumpkin seeds and goop that was about to take up the space. You and Charles had taken your daughter Alia out to get some pumpkins to carve for Halloween. Of course, you had to take a little road trip to find only the best according to your husband, Alia had the time of her life that day.

“Maman is it almost ready!” your little girl shouted from the top of the stairs

“Alia, qu'avons-nous dit sur le fait de crier à l'intérieur”

Charles voice could be heard from the kitchen as little footsteps descended down the stairs, a shy smile on her face

“Qu'il est trop bruyant à l'intérieur…”

You smiled turning to see your daughter coming over to you, Charles leaning down to press a kiss to her head

“Oui c’est ça mon ange”

“To answer your question princess it’s ready now, do you want to pick your pumpkin?”

Alia’s face lit up as she nodded, carefully studying the three big pumpkins in front of her

“The middle please! So I can be between papa and you maman!”

It never failed to make your heart soar at just how much Alia loved both you and Charles, she constantly wanted to do things with the two of you.

“The middle one is yours then my love, Papa can help you clean out your pumpkin too if you’d like”

The little girl nodded, getting up onto her stool so she stood higher so she could reach everything she needed. Charles carved the top off of her pumpkin with a knife, knowing it was too sharp for her to grab

“So do you have your spoon bébé?”

“Oui papa! Can I start?!”

He laughed

“Yes, go ahead”

The three of you began to scoop out your pumpkins, Alia obviously asking for her dad’s or your help when her arms got tired, which seemed to be more often than not. Once they’d been cleaned out, you helped her trace the face she wanted to carve, her eyes watching you carefully, in awe of the soon to be carved pumpkin.

“Papa comment ça s'appelle déjà?”

“C'est un jack-o-lantern mon amour”

She furrowed her brows looking up at her

“Mais pourquoi?”

A smile tugged at your lips at your daughter’s curiosity, she always wanted to know the what, the why and the how, Charles says she takes on after you.

“Pourquoi ne pas demander à ta maman?”

“Maman?”

Alia turned to look at you, a soft smile on her face

“Yes baby?”

“Why is it called a jack-o-lantern…?”

You pressed a kiss to her cheeks before thinking for a moment

“I think because it reminds people of a lantern…you know when Papa lights a candle sometimes and the light flickers?”

She nods

“Well I think it reminds people of that..”

“Oh okay maman!”

Alia was quiet for the next while as Charles helped her carve out the shapes she’d asked you to draw in the pumpkin. His was already complete as was yours, both of you going with a traditional triangle eyes and smiley shaped mouth. Honestly you’d argue this was some of your best work to date.

While Alia was busy admiring the now finished pumpkin she had Charles came over pressing a kiss to your cheek

“We’re pretty good no?”

You leaned into his touch

“I think so, some of our best I’d say” you replied to which your husband was quick to agree too.

“Do you think she’s going to ask us to get more..?”

In hindsight maybe you should have picked up more than three pumpkins, this activity seemed to enrapture your little girl, and knowing her, she’d want to keep carving as much as she could.

“Well I might have picked up some extra…they’re out in the backyard”

You tilted your head enough to look at him, a gentle smile on his face

“You think of everything don’t you baby?”

“I just always think of my girls…knew Alia might want to make another one”

Leaning up to kiss him you sighed happily

“Worlds best husband and dad award goes to you, as always Char”

Before Charles could answer you Alia let out a few giggles

“Look at Papa’s pumpkin! It’s so funny!”

Charles feigned hurt

“Hey, it doesn’t look funny!”

“Yes Papa! It looks so funny!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly along with your daughter as she poked at her father’s pumpkin. When stopped laughing she looked between the two of you, her eyes filled with joy

“Peut-on les allumer maintenant?”

This time you nodded, fixing her hair a little bit

“Oui, allez, petite citrouille, papa apportera les allumettes.”

As she took off towards the front door, you and Charles brought the pumpkins over, happy to get some time to spend all together as a family, especially with Charles being away at races or having other obligations with his sponsors. You had each other, and of course your little pumpkin herself, who now would want to carve as many pumpkins as her arms could handle.

Who were you and Charles to stop her, even if you two ended up being the ones who did most of the work.

translations:

Alia, qu'avons-nous dit sur le fait de crier à l'intérieur: Alia, what did we say about shouting inside?

Qu'il est trop bruyant à l'intérieur: that it’s too noisy inside

Oui c’est ça mon ange: yes it is my angel

Papa comment ça s'appelle déjà?: dad, what is it called again?

C'est un jack-o-lantern mon amour: it’s a jack-o-lantern my love

Mais pourquoi?: but why?

Pourquoi ne pas demander à ta maman?: Why don’t your ask your mother

Peut-on les allumer maintenant?: can we light them now?

Oui, allez, petite citrouille, papa apportera les allumettes: yes come on little pumpkin, daddy will bring the matches

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eccentricwritingbaby · 6 months

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she’s a lady

charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary - based on the song 'shes a lady' by tom jones. just y/n being cool and charles being a simp lol

masterlist

Well, she's all you'd ever want

She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner

Well she always knows her place

She's got style, she's got grace, she's a winner

charles did not want to go out tonight, he really didn’t. but there was just simply no possible way he could ever say no to that wonderful face. you came prancing into the bedroom you both shared bubbling over with excitement as you began to devise your outfit plan of the night while charles just laid on the bed with dreams in his eyes. you had tumbled into his life unexpectedly yet perfectly a few years ago and fit him like a glove. you were a girl constantly sought after, therefore you played hard to get when charles began his pursuit yet ultimately fell into the drivers arms at last. but, charles did not mind the chase, he would drive, run, skip, throughout all of monaco - hell europe hell the world - if it meant at the end of the day you would be his and his only.

“cherie?” you called out from your place in the closet. charles quickly dropped his phone, hopped off the bed and walked into the closet at your beck and call.

“oui, mon amour” he quickly replies while holding onto your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“do you like this dress for tonight? or this other one?” you briefly pointed to two different dresses, both small and revealing the only difference being the color - black or red.

“y/n what am i going to do with you,” charles sighs while squeezing your hips. you proceed to chuckle feeling something familiar pleasurably digging into your back.

“char, the dresses aren’t even on and you are already turned on? oh however will you last through the night,” you sigh through the last portion to give him a quick tease as you continue to sort through your dresses.

“i really do not think i will, mon ange,” charles whispers into your ear and proceeds to give your neck a kiss while replying again, “and you know i love you in red, always,”

She's a lady

Whoa, whoa, whoa she's a lady

Talkin' about that little lady

And the lady is mine

as the two of you approached the club all of your friends were at, charles began to notice the stares that were always pointed at you. he was a large celebrity and received a lot of people staring but that was all from proclaimed shock. the men - no - boys staring at you were gawking and undressing you with their eyes. normally charles would feel quite protective, and he does at times, but in these moments as your hand tightly grips his while walking through the crowded venue, he feels only pride. people look you up and down hoping you even so much as glance in their direction yet your eyes will never leave charles, you’re his. its never been in a possessive manner, only that you and charles have been absolutely and blissfully head over heels for each other from the moment you had laid eyes on each other.

Well, she's never in the way

Always something nice to say, oh what a blessing

I can leave her on her own

Knowing she's okay alone, and there's no messing

you sat gracefully at the vip table that charles and your friends had reserved for the night out. charles watched as you nodded along to something joris was speaking to you about, a polite smile never leaving your face. you added in small comments here and there which made joris laugh while also listening intently and honestly, something that is so rare nowadays.

carlos’ voice pulls charles from his thoughts as he asks the question charles asks himself everyday, “how y/n said yes to you i will never understand, chico, how did you get that blessing of a woman to be with you?”

charles receives this joke quite often, with you being so perfect and all. he understands that carlos is only joking with him and therefore replies back with a grin, “because i am the charles leclerc, mate”

charles’ grin grows wider after his laugh once spotting you walking over to him, “char, im heading to the bar for another drink, you need anything?”

your deliciously sweet tone along with the sexy and sultry outfit you had on ruined charles in one altercation, therefore leading him to quickly stutter out a, “n-no thank you, love”

“okay, ill be right back, boys,” you smile to the rest of the group and only to charles do you drop your left eye into a small wink. the boys cheer for a minute and continue to hide their bits of envy in an easy teasing to charles - who accepts the teasing with pride because if you’re going to get made fun of by friends, it might as well be for having the perfect girl.

as you continue to the bar, men begin to approach yet you remain oblivious only carrying tunnel vision on getting your drink and heading back to your man. you ignore the looks, the attempts at flirts and god-awful pickup lines while simply getting your drink and heading back towards the vip booth. right outside the booth and in complete view and earshot of charles, a relentless man keeps trying to talk and flirt with you.

“c’mon love, just one dance, i promise i’ll take good care of ya,” he says to you. charles is about to come rescue you, but you have other plans.

“i said no and that i have a boyfriend you fuckhead, now please go away so that i can actually enjoy my evening,” you finish the easy tell-off with a few bats to your eyelashes and the man is turned away but not without muttering a quick ‘bitch’ under his breath, “excuse me?!” you whip your head around to him once more.

“i called you a bitch, lady,” he says once more, you give a whole-hearted laugh which just confuses him further.

“i am a lady, but i will still set you straight,” you finish off while staring at the man.

“what do you mean by that, bitch” he taunts further. and with one simple swing, the man is on the ground and you’re shaking out your soon-to-be bruised hand. charles comes rushing up to you and engulfs you into a hug.

“mon amour, are you alright?” he quickly questions.

“i am a lady who can handle herself, char, no need to worry,” you reassure and give a kiss to his awaiting lips.

over to the side, joris leans over to whisper to the group that witnessed it all happen, “he’s too damn lucky to have her, she’s a badass,” the men just all look at each other while nodding in agreement to his statement. charles was lucky, but you knew that you were too. there is a reason that you felt safe enough to punch the man and also easily ignore all the stares that were given, because your protector was right behind you, fueling you with confidence and ease just as you do for him.

She's a lady

Whoa, whoa, whoa she's a lady

Talkin' about that little lady

And the lady is mine

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spidybaby · 7 months

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Omg can I please have some fluff like Kylian and reader visit his parents house for the weekend and it makes Ethan really happy to see reader because she’s his bestie, when they get there Ethan takes her away from Kylian and he gets jealous they spend over 3 hours together and then reader comes back to Kylian in his childhood bedroom where they watch movies and have cuddles💕

"Can you say it again?"

"Blueberry."

You laugh, making him repeat words in english. You love the way his accent sounds, loving the way he pronounces the words.

"I love it." You laugh, squishing his hand. "Don't forget to call your dad."

You were driving to his mother's house. He planned this weekend exclusively for his family and you two to be together.

Since the beginning of the season, he has had so much stress, making him crave some family time.

His mother and brother lived remotely close to his house. Sometimes, even spend nights with him.

But this season, everything changed, Ethan was practicing with the first team, but he was traveling with the second team a lot, and his mom was busy with his foundation. Making the time very much tighter for them.

Fayza went to Bondy. She wanted to get some paperwork and some things ready to sell the house. The thing that made Kylian sad.

His mother's house was the first thing he ever bought with his hard earned money. He wanted his parents to have their own home. So he gifted them the house.

His mom kept the house during the divorce, so it was hers now. Kylian didn't have a say because, as he says, it was theirs and not his.

Before the divorce of his parents, they all used to live there. Even their older brother and Melissa.

But when he moved from Monaco to Paris, Jires went to Turkey and Wilfried to another place closer to Paris. The house felt different.

Melissa and the kids stayed there with Ethan and Fayza. But to him, it was still weird not having his father with them.

"Oui, mon amour."

He was in charge of the music, being the passenger princess he was, refusing to only sit and relax. So he took the dj job.

The call was quick, Wilfried and him exchanged some words and then hang up.

"I want some waffles with whipped cream." He says, stomach roaring.

"Well, you could have had it, but you refused to eat."

"I wasn't hungry. You knew that."

"Maybe because you chose to wake up like ten minutes before leaving."

He pouts, not answering, but his facial expression was enough of an answer.

"We are almost there, bébé." You say pointing at the GPS. "And knowing your brother, he's probably waiting for us."

"Correction, he's waiting for you."

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He sees you as an older sister he can trust. Always stealing you and making you two do all sorts of things while visiting.

"He is." You sigh, turning your head to him quickly. "It's not my fault your family loves me more than you."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He knows you're joking. He actually loves how close you're with his family.

He never met someone who was so perfect with his parents, brothers, and even extended family.

The drive continues for another twenty minutes. Thankfully, the roads were pretty empty, making the drive a fast one.

"Look, we're here." You smile, squishing his arm. "Ready to have an amazing weekend?"

He nods, smiling like a kid on Christmas day. "Oui, I'm so happy."

He helped you with the bags, asking you to go onside and announce yourself, but two little laughs beat you at that.

"Y/n" Lana yells, she throw herself at you.

"Bonjour, mon petit fille." You spin her around. Kissing her cheeks.

You look for her brother, noticing he is in Kylian arms. He's welcoming his uncle. "Bonjour, Isayah."

You got closer to them, kissing his cheek just like you did with Lana. Making him laugh.

Fayza was standing at the front door. The scene was adorable to her. She can easily picture you and kylian in a few years with your own children.

Living in a house with a big garden, she thought about it maybe a little too much. But she can't be blamed. After all, Kylian was the one who described how he pictures your life together.

"Bonjour, my babies." She says, catching your attention. "Come here, let me help you."

She hugs you tightly, repeating the actions with her son. She took Isayah from Kylian arms, following you to the living room of the house.

"Melissa, hello." You say happily, she has become a close friend for you. Always counting on her for everything.

"We literally saw each other like three days ago." She laughs, hugging you.

"She's obsessed with you, that's why."

"You're just jealous, kyky."

He rolled his eyes for the second time, going upstairs to leave the bags and to wake Ethan up.

"How was your exams?" Fayza asks, curious about your life.

"It was good, I think I did a good job."

"You did, don't doubt about yourself." She says, kissing your cheek.

She was like a mom to you, always caring and loving you since you met her. She was extra special to you, knowing you were there to stay since the beginning.

You can hear kylian laughing from the second floor, probably doing something to Ethan or laughing at some joke.

"Boys." Fayza shakes her head. "Come help me, sweet. I can guess Kylian didn't eat breakfast."

"You know your son." You laugh, walking with her to the kitchen where she was cutting some fruits and making waffles.

You chat with her and Melissa, who joined you. Kylian and Ethan were in the living room chatting with their dad.

Wilfried and Kylian were messing with Ethan. He recently changed his style, so he felt a little more confident than usual, which Ky loved.

"Let's eat everybody." You call.

Wilfried shared some stories about his most recent trip, Melissa worked with Kylian, so her stories weren't new for the family.

Ky told them about the next matches, feeling like his stories were kind of repetitive, but you enjoyed them.

The way he was very into creating new ways and opportunities for him and the team to score and win.

"But the news here is, this mademoisell right here." He pats your knee. "Is going to be a valedictorian again."

They all got so excited at the news, Fayza and Wilfried telling you how proud they're of their "daughter."

As the day continues, you spend the rest of the morning helping Ky and Wilfried to prepare the meat and veggies for the barbecue.

It was Ethan the one with the idea of making a big family barbecue and everybody agreed with him.

"After this, you and I are going to play some fifa. This time, you're not beating me." Ethan lightly pushed you, making you laugh.

"Yes, and I want to know about that girl you texted me about." You whisper in his ear, making him blush at the thought of his crush.

"Deal, but first a fifa game."

After lunch, Lana and Isayah wanted you to join them on the pool. Wanting to play with you and their uncle like always.

"Oh, mon bébés." You say sadly, you wanted to swim with them but also you promised Ethan days before to have a chat with him. "As soon as I finish with Uncle Ethan, I'll be here, okay?"

Kylian pouts more than they do. You send him a kiss while you walk inside the house.

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He trusted you with his life. Sometimes, when Kylian was away and couldn't get a hold of him, you were there for him. Ready to help.

When it comes to girls, you're his go-to person. Maybe because he knows how much Kylian is a master with the football but not that much in the dating area.

"Okay, pause pause pause." You laugh at him, pushing you in order to make you lose the goal. "You, young man, own me a story."

"I own you anything, woman." He laughs, imitating your tone.

"C'mon, tell me, did she like the roses?"

"She did." He smiles. "Thank you so much for helping me. I don't know what I would do without you here."

"Probably be the best at fifa." You say, making both laugh at that. "But don't worry, E. I'm here for anything you need."

The fifa game took hours, hours Kylian didn't got to spend with you. Hours he was pouting like a child.

He's sitting on the couch hearing the laughs and screams you and Ethan are making. Feeling left out.

He knows feeling like this is dumb, but he's been so busy lately that even spending time with you was a bit difficult.

He helped his parents with picking up the plates, washing them and even helped Melissa with the kids.

And still not you.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Mbappe." You say in this funny accent. He was in his old childhood bed, a single one. He looked so big for the bed.

He turns to the wall, feeling left out and being jealous. "Go play fifa."

"Yeah, it was fun, I had to pick your player." You tease. "But maybe I should have picked Olivier. He's faster."

He turns back to you, eyes narrowed and pout. "Did you just call me slow?"

"You're such a baby, come here, mon amour." You throw yourself on top of him. He hugged you like a koala bear. "God, you're crushing me."

"Good, so you don't go."

"What if we moved and watch something?"

He thinks about it for a few seconds, making you squeak. "Can we watch that scary movie I like?"

"If I say yes, would you let me breathe?"

He laughs, softening the hug, making you sigh and breathe deeply. "Can you get some popcorn?"

You nod, getting up from the bed. But first, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. "Some soda too?"

"You're making me break my diet." He laughs. Kissing your lips.

"Good, once in a while." You return the kiss.

Going down to the kitchen, you notice that Fayza is there, sitting at the kitchen island with a book in her hands.

"Hi, I thought you were asleep by now."

"No, Ky wants to see a movie, and he's kinda grumpy from all the attention everyone is getting from me. Everyone but him."

"Well, he's a man. They always want more but never know how to ask." She laughs, winking at you.

You laugh with her, making a little chat while the popcorn is getting ready at the microwave.

"I'm gonna miss this house. I feel like it was yesterday when Kylian brought me here to meet you."

"Oui, so many memories. But I think it is time for us to move on."

You nod, thinking about the amazing memories you shared with Kylian and his family there.

You place the popcorn in a bowl, grabbing two sodas and leaving Fayza and her book alone.

The movie was good, it has a scary factor. But your mind was still roaming through the memories.

You scratch lightly Kylian arms, something you do when you're cuddling while watching a move or a show.

He's focused on the movie and the popcorn. Not noticing how you're so lost into nothing.

"I wish we could stay longer. I know this is not my family home, but this place has something that I love."

"I get it, I feel like a part of me hurts from thinking about letting this go."

You stayed quiet for a while, trying to focus on a little bit of what's left from the movie. Kylian, on the other hand, got lost into his thoughts, he loved this place.

He wanted to make this a vacation home, to bring his kids to the place where he grew up, where the people supported him.

He wanted to save his childhood house. He wanted his, well, your kids to be able to hear the stories you created there, to be able to feel the magic you two feel there.

He takes the remote, turning the TV off, making you protest. "I have an idea."

"We're not pranking anyone, Ky."

"No, that's not it." He gets up. "Well, that's a good idea, you can't deny."

"No." You laugh.

His hands found yours, intertwining them and looking at you in the eyes. "Let's buy the house."

"What?" You say, taken aback by the sudden proposition.

"Oui, we can use the house for weekend getaways, we can use it for vacations. For special occasions."

"But I thought."

"I know what I said." He interrupts you. "But I can't deny that there's a special something, and in the near future, I want to create more memories with you here. I can't wait for our kids to enjoy this place like we did."

"Oh, bébé." You let his hands go to press your palms to his cheeks, kissing him slowly. Feeling all the emotions. "We have to talk to your mom about it."

"Can you believe that? If she says yes, this will be our first house together."

"This will be your house, Kyky." You laugh, even tho he always told you that what was his was yours, this was different from a t-shirt, this is a whole house.

"No, bébé. This will be ours."

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lovrsm · 4 months

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sum: Having a hazy memory about last night. Was it just a one time thing, or would he be the one to accompany you on your lonely nights?

word count: 4.3k

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

warnings: Cringe, Translated French, bad writing (English is not my first language. ) and smut insinuation.

Spotify - Apple Music

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ - ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴜ

"Alone, unless you wanna come along?" .

A ray of sunshine woke me up. I groaned, due to the headache I had to lay in bed. Closed my eyes again just in hopes so that I would fall back to sleep, spoiler alert: I didn't.

I was probably in bed for 5 minutes, till my headache was bearable, I decided to sit up. Legged crossed on the bed, I opened my eyes, first noticing a really nice home decor.

Home decor...

Where the heck was I?!

It was as if I was slowly downloading the data surrounding me.

Messy bed, my dress on the bureau, my heels tossed on the floor.

Not a hotel room, and I was using a mans shirt.

I stood up quickly, causing me to groan instantly. My head pounded.

But I shut myself up, deciding to go through one of the two doors on the bedroom.

I was in my underwear, only the black shirt was covering me so I wasn't fully exposed. As quietly as possible, I was almost on my tiptoes so I wouldn't make any noise.

What even happened last night?

I took in my surroundings, yup, this was definitely a single man's house.

Don't get me wrong, it was beautifully decorated, but you always notice this type of things.

The pool table, along with a mini bar, beside it a wide couch in which Charles was sleeping.

Holy shit, Charles!

The memories of last night came flooding into me... "Why don't we leave, would you like that?"

Leaving in a black car. (ironic, my brother is obsessed with motorsports and I can't even tell you two Car brands)

I was sleeping the whole ride, till he carried me into his house, I couldn't understand him.

At all.

I can't tell you if it was because of how drunk I was, or how charming he was. Ugh, I hated him for that, the way he'd touch me, but not the way I wanted him to.

He had me under his spell in just one night, and I can't even be with him.

I'm supposed to be in love with another.

"You're awake" a deep voice said. I had a book in my hands, it was in french. If it weren't for my French classes, which I missed every chance I could get, I wouldn't have understood anything. "Bonjour!" I said.

It was probably the worst french accent he has heard in his entire life, "Ah, vous parlez français ? Je ne te connais pas depuis un jour et tu es déjà plein de surprises !"

"Oui?" he started laughing at my stupidity, his contagious laughter making me do the same until my belly ached.

"I haven't laughed like that in quite a long time" I exhaled after we calmed down. He now laid down in the edge of what I assume is his bed, the sun hitting his face, making him look angelic. He turned to look at me, his eyes sparkled and I think I can't ask for anything more.

"I know I met you last night, but thank you so much for taking care of me, I know it wasn't easy with me being drunk." I half smiled at him.

"You look gorgeous when you smile like that, did you know that?"

I scrunched my nose, of course I was, and I wanted to say the same thing to him. Have you ever looked in the mirror? But I stopped myself, and got up from the bed. He followed my every move with his eyes.

"Should we get breakfast?" He couldn't stop looking at me up and down, and he just nodded.

It was as if this was my normal routine.

The first time I saw him, I did not know he'd had me on my knees.

"No, 'cause you were literally about to barf, and by some miracle you didn't and fell asleep"

"ugh, I won't be drinking that much next time" I had my head buried in my hands so that he couldn't notice my crimson cheeks. "Maybe next time you'll be the one taking care of me"

I looked up at him, and offered a smile. Haven't had this much fun with someone, since... forever. "I called Lando and he was as wasted as you, Carlos had to take him to his room, I guess the Norris know how to have fun, huh?"

"Oh my god, Lando!" I grabbed my phone and called him right away, Charles laughed, I guess he just realized how forgetful I could be.

"hmph?" I heard a tired voice from the other side of the phone. "I woke you up, didn't I?"

"yeah, is everything alright?"

"I'm alright, I just remembered you existed"

"Haha... so funny, love you too peanut. Oh! now that I'm awake, I gotta catch you up on some stuff!"

I was about to interrupt him, I would gladly hear gossip about what happened last night. But I was having breakfast with Charles, I couldn't leave him there alone eating…

But I watched as his phone buzzed, and I couldn't read the name, but it had a heart right next to it.

pfft, it must be nothing. But his smile got wider as he started speaking on to the phone. "... and then I was like, 'woah, is this really happening?!' and heck yes it was happening! Then..."

At some point, I stopped listening to Lando, and tried to focus on what Charles was saying on the other side of the table. Was he talking to a girl? Or why did he get so excited with a phone call?

Does he have a Girlfriend?

I didn't thought of it last night... but would that be so bad? There is nothing I hate more that what I can't have.

Maybe if he has a girlfriend I could get over this… whatever you wanna call it.

But… if he's single it would honestly be worst.

When I felt a small pain in my chest, I knew I had to stop overthinking. Why do I even care about what he does?

I have bigger things to worry about.

"So, yeah, basically we all ended fucked up and vomiting all over the place. But what about you, did you had any fun last night?" He chuckled.

"That sounds... horrifying and amazing Lando, and yes, I had the best night of the year" I was now looking at Charles, he grinned at me, and I copied his actions, I could feel the heat on my cheeks.

He left his phone on the table, and focused on his food.

"Told you!" a lot of movement was heard at the back of the call. "Oh, there's Carlos, I'll leave you peanut, call you later"

"See you Lando." I hung up

"So you had the best night of the year, huh?" Charles smirked. "C'mon, it was fun!" I answered.

"Of course, you spend most of it with me." He raised his hands to rest them on his head. With his gaze to the sky.

"I couldn't have had it any other way." He chuckled, his dimples showing off, making my heart beat faster, and my chest feel a warm and welcoming sensation.

It has been months. Months of calls late at night, whispering so Jake wouldn't find out.

If he ever payed any attention to me...

Every time my phone would buzz at around 11 p.m. I'd go to the balcony, or any other place where Jake wouldn't be around.

Quiet laughing, my stomach would turn over every time he said to me 'ma chou' or any time he'd speak in French or Italian, really.

He was truly and angel in disguise.

Was it wrong? Yes. Did we care? Not at all.

"When am I seeing you again?" He asked. I was in the sofa of the living room, Jake was fine fast asleep in my bed.

"Charles, I'm way too busy here, I'm barely able to leave my apartment , much less have the whole weekend to myself"

"Why don't I fly down there, hm?"

In my hands I had paper with chords and new lyrics for songs. But it was all a jumble, I didn't even know how it was going to work.

"I don't think that's a great idea. You need to practice for the next season, and I have to make new songs, which will take more than half of my day off-"

"Do you know how to play the piano?"

Piano?

"Uh, no, I never learned how to. I'm much more of a guitar girl, why?"

"You have no excuses, I'll be there by tomorrow night. Make some space for a piano at your home, I'm teaching you." I could hear him at his computer typing God knows what.

"IF you came, wouldn't it be easier to have a keyboard piano?"

"No, believe me, it is not the same. You'll love it, I promise" I smiled to myself, he will be here tomorrow night.

Wait, he'll be here tomorrow night.

"Charles, you can't come."

"Give me a good reason, and I'll cancel the plane tickets"

He already bought tickets?! shoot he’s fast

"Uh, my boyfriend is here, and you won't have a place to stay."

"I'm still waiting on that good reason, you know?"

"Charles-"

"It's not like I'm trying to flirt with you, am I?" We are playing a very dangerous game, we both know it, but I never thought we would get this far.

"Well..."

"we'll solve it once I'm there, goodnight ma ange." There are so many things that could go wrong. So many factors I should have said 'No' to, but those thoughts went out the window as my heart pounded knowing that he would come for me.

God, what am I doing, what am I doing.

3 a.m. and I'm still awake. I had his phone in my hands, I just needed his face to unlock it. I was so desperate to find what broke me months ago.

Messages, photos and screenshots. He even admitted it, but he said he would change. Am I dumb for staying? Yes. Am I dumb for giving him a second chance? Yes.

Now I'm paying what he did to me. Except I'm having the balls he didn't have to break up with me.

I just need the perfect excuse.

I tried to believe in him, I tried to ignore all my friends when they said 'paparazzi took pictures of him with another girl'

'That doesn't mean anything' I'd answer.

'But, he had his arms around her shoulders' They'd be even more concerned to the fact, that I did know it meant something, much more than just ‘something’

'He's like that with his family too.' normalizing everything he did wrong was all I knew how to do, well, ruining his reputation was always a choice.

He'd beg me to speak highly of him, saying that all the rumors where never true. But everyone knew they were. I'd clean his ass on social media so that his status wouldn't be broken.

All because I thought I liked him.

Now I'm paying the price. I should have broken up with him the second I saw the girl in our bed. My bed.

The second I saw him with flowers that were not meant to be for me.

The second I saw the photos all over the internet. I disappeared for months as not to be ashamed when people saw me. And the only one who should have been ashamed was him.

Charles treats me like a princess, heck, he makes me think everything is possible.

If he told me unicorns were real, I’d believe him!

I had to leave Jake. It's not like he was handsome or anything anyway.

It was probably social media who pushed me into believing we would be the perfect match.

Well, your sweet boy is a cheater. and I won't stand to it anymore.

I finally got it open, and the first few chats were girls.

unbelievable, yet not surprising.

This would have broken my heart, but oh, my heart was stolen by someone else.

Now all I felt was disgust.

I couldn't figure out if it was at him, for texting all these girls.

Or myself, for letting this happen.

I stood up and went to his suitcase and I started looking all over my apartment for things of his, everytime I found one I'd place it in his suitcase. I wanted him gone by this morning.

"So you're just throwing it all away?!"

"Did I, Jake, or did you?"

"You did, we worked it all out!" He raised his hands exaggeratedly.

"Oh heck no, why don't you tell that to all of the girls in your phone? I'm tired of this bullshit, I'm not being your little girlfriend just so that you look good in front of people!"

"As if you were important" He scoffed.

"You were always scared of that, I made myself look as if I were nobody just for you to show off! Believe me, everything you've accomplished is because of me, but I'm not even going to reproach you for that." I crossed my arms.

"Oh, I'm so so sorry miss universe, never knew you were important. Guess you'll have more songs to write about, thanks to me!"

What a dick.

He was now at the door with his suitcase, we both screamed at each other since he saw me in the living room with his stuff. He didn't even looked into my eyes, just started throwing shit at me.

As if it was all my fault.

Just wasted my last year there. Thank god it's over, I could now visibly breathe.

I closed the door silently. Locked it to never let him back in.

I looked into my apartment, and without his stuff all over the place... It made it seem cleaner, and as if this apartment actually belonged to me.

I played music all afternoon while remodeling the whole apartment, changing it to a way that I liked.

Months ago I wouldn't have thought moving on was this easy to do.

I guess all the love I had for him disappeared and I didn’t really noticed it did.

I've never felt so alive.

5 hours after a breakup, and I've never felt so alive. I called Lando, and told him about everything I kept from him.

He told me he was going to murder him, obviously joking (I think), but I told him I haven't felt this happy in years.

He said he was proud of me for getting out of that toxic relationship. Which made me cry, in the last few hours I have experienced I think every emotion a human could have.

I was watching a bit of what was happening on the internet from my Instagram. I told my manager that he can announce it when the time is right. But without any further explanations on why we weren't together anymore.

And so it was, it was one of the top themes of today, with only one hour of announcement.

How gossipy people are.

guilty.

I heard my home cell phone ring, the one that always rings when someone asks permission to enter my house.

And I knew exactly who was going to enter by my door any second. I rushed downstairs, and I opened the door he was there by the other side.

Looking charming, just as I remembered him. He held up his hand showing me a bouquet of flowers, with the same ones I told him a few weeks ago that I loved.

"So… the rumors spread out, can I buy you flowers now?"

He gave the flowers to my hand, hugged me with one hand around the waist and kissed me on the forehead.

"You have a goal, don't you?"

"I came to claim my prize, how am I going to do it if I don't put up a good fight first?"

I signaled him to come in, and he gladly did.

"Ah! Would you look at that?" Charles screamed from the living room, I was too busy looking for a place to put the flowers he gave me, so I didn't see what he was talking about.

These would look perfect here, I said to myself finding a plain white base I bought in Venecia, I never found a good purpose for it till now.

"You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk?"

Holy shit.

"Oh my, give that back!" I basically ran to him as I heard those words.

Now I know what he found, and it was hell of embarrassing.

In his hands, the sheets with my handwriting all over them, lyrics all over them.

But he kept going, walking quickly around the room so that I wouldn't take those papers away from him.

"I've got a boyfriend he's older than us. Hey, this sounds quite familiar doesn't it?" He mocked me. Oh he fucking knows who I'm talking about.

"Dickhead!" I said between laughters, I was already running out of air from running. I felt like a child, but in a good way. He just made it so divine.

He stopped to finally hand me in the papers with the lyrics, the sun was setting and it peered through my large window. I was looking down at my papers trying to figure out how much had he read.

I grab my chin to lift my gaze and look him in the eye. "You can say anything you want, ange"

Look down at his shirt to start talking. But he slowly brought it back up again. "To my face"

"What can I say? You're... gorgeous." He softly chuckled, I bit my lip.

I felt the moment stop, right here, right now.

It's just me and him.

His hand went to my jaw, caressing my cheek with his thumb. His other hand went to my waist. Mine went to his shoulders, and he finally closed the gap between us.

Sweet, simple and loving kiss.

I rushed through the hallways. My hair was a mess, the climate changing was finally hitting. Warmer breezes came so now I didn’t had to use cold weather outfits.

A black sparkly dress suited the occasion, I was finally presenting my project. The best of my career.

Finally reaching the office, I quickly introduced myself, since I was already running late.

My idea was not complicated at all, dark romance was in it.

Revenge was all written over it.

"This will totally be a hit, you made it again!"

"Thats so kind of you to say, thank you"

"It's well deserved, 4 months was more than enough for you to give us these amazing songs. Ugh, you're so amazing sweetie!"

None of it would have been possible if it wasn't for Charles. Most of the songs on my about-to-be new album were based from the piano. Later, in the studio, the arrangements were made.

Miracles do happen after all.

"Can't wait for what comes next." I shrieked.

"Neither do we, but you know this takes time, we can do a little more fixing and a lot a lot a lot of marketing. I can already see you on the hot 100 billboard" She smiled to me, and the team gave me thumbs up in approval.

Most of the time getting them to like one of my song, is quite hard, but I guess I'm getting their respect.

It all went as smooth as butter.

I excused myself from their office, eagerly waiting to get home.

The drive over there seemed like an eternity, but it was all worth it, getting out of the car I padded my dress so that the bottom part looked decent. Charles was waiting for me, before my meeting he had told me he had a surprise for me.

I finally opened the door, and soon my nostrils smelled pasta. Fresh pasta.

I physically relaxed, I realized I was home.

My eyes fixated on the piano, the one Charles bought so that he could teach me how to play it. That piano made miracles.

On top of it, fresh flowers were carefully placed in the edge, light pink popped from them. I smiled to myself, he must have listened when I told him my favorite color was pink.

I left my purse on the table, and decided to take a look at the kitchen.

There he was, my handsome man. He had an apron, with no shirt to cover him underneath. Some jeans, messy hair and his glasses gave him the final touch.

He had music on the background, and he was whistling to the melody while stirring the pasta, taking a close look at it so it wouldn’t burn.

He didn’t notice me, so I came up and carefully wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my cheek on his back.

His hand came up to mine, tangling our fingers together while the other kept stirring the pot, I smiled feeling his warm fingers on mine.

The next song played, a more upbeat song, and one of my favorites too.

I let him go, and he instantly turned around to see me, his sweet smile just made my whole day. His dimples were brighter than ever, and his eyes made my heart skip a beat.

I reflected his smile on my lips. He cupped my face and planted a deep desperate kiss, I chuckled in it.

“Ugh, I’ve missed you so much, you have no idea ma chérie” he said in between, I stretched my arms and wrapped them tightly around his neck.

He hold me and spun me around lifting my feet.

Laughter was in the air, the one feeling where he and I just existed, nothing else. Not media talking about my love life, not Jake calling on me at late hours at night, not his followers doubting about our relationship.

I did too, before he showed me all the love in the world. More than anyone has showed me in years, he showed me the stars and depths of the ocean with just a few weeks.

I needed nothing else, but him.

He stopped spinning, looked at me in the face, and removed a string of hair falling from its place. I can feel my cheeks burn, and it only took one look at him.

“Charles, you are the best thing that ever existed, you know that, right?”

I asked with concern, I want him to know.

To know he is my everything.

He laughed, warming my heart. “I know, you don’t need to say anything or do anything. I think- just think I love you” he whispered the end.

“I love you too.” I answered with the same tome he did. He caught my lips, deepening it. He almost desperately lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his torso.

In a matter of seconds, I felt a knot forming on my lower stomach. I should feel ashamed of how fast Charles makes me feel this way.

Soft moans fill the room along with the loud music.

“You don’t have to do anything” He said in-between kisses, repeating what he said earlier.

“I want to” I replied, tangling my fingers in his short hair. He did a final push, so that I could feel how hard he was.

My heartbeat rate was seriously not natural at this point.

He lifted slightly the bottom of my dress. I did not stop him, so he continued.

Slowly, his fingers where so close at my sensible area, I could almost feel them.

I closed my legs so that I could feel a little bit of friction. He quickly opened them again, wider this time.

His lips left mine he devilishly smiled at me as he got on his knees. If I wasn’t on the table I, for sure, would´ve folded.

He trailed wet kisses on my thighs, taking his sweet time to get where I wanted him to. With his hands, he opened my legs even more, finally, his tongue touched the sweet spot.

I didn’t know what to do.

Charles along with Lando made a big party for my new album, it had just been out for a few hours, and It was trending everywhere.

Every. Single. Song.

My relationship with Charles was relatively new, the new F1 season started, and I’d travel with both of my boys.

We were currently at Monaco, just after Friday practice.

I decided to throw Reputation out to the world this day, because of Monaco. Here is where everything started, and here is where I wanted to celebrate it.

I wanted everyone to know who my heart belonged with, and it was not going to be a soft launch.

Charles came to me with two shots on his hand, he handed me one and passed his arms around my shoulders, joining the conversation I was having with my team.

“Here he is, the golden boy!”

One of them said, he smiled and kissed my forehead.

“Oh he is handsome! No wonder all those songs were written about you.”

“Thank you Janet, I’m sure he knows how head over heels I am for him by now”

I said embarrassed, the lyrics on the songs weren’t that saint. Not at all.

Besides, everyone here knew who I was talking about in those songs, they all knew who was by my side all along.

I quickly took my shot, and Charles followed. I excused us from the group, they all waved us goodbyes as my lover and I went to a much more private place.

“I’m so proud of you” he said, kissing me gently and lovingly.

“Couldn’t have done it without you” I said in between. I felt his smile on my lips. I caressed his cheek, feeling his short beard on the tips of my hands.

“So… can I tell everyone how good I make you feel? Cause I wouldn’t want anyone else taking my place.”

“I think they will all know who I’m talking about, mon bel homme” he laughed at the horrible accent I was carrying.

“Ma belle fille” Charles sweetly said.

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ameleii · 5 months

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sunday hauntings || rook hunt

there's a church in fleur city that's been abandoned for several decades, now used as a tourist attraction. despite what the townspeople think, rook decides to investigate.

a/n: @twistedchatterbox i'm so sorry TT^TT accept it super super late sobbing

word count: 646 words

"listen to me, mon petit fleur. we could go there, explore, and be out before the sun sets! there is little to worry about if i am by your side!" rook exclaims dramatically on your lap as your hands card through his hair gently. "we could even go to the old church a distance away from noble bell college, non?"

"i heard the residents don't really like it when tourists try to explore that place beyond what they allow," you start, pausing your ministrations on rook's hair. "i'd rather not earn their ire, y'know?"

"ah, mon coeur! tu es belle quand tu t'inquiètes pour moi! but do not worry. we shall in and out as quickly as we can! i shall go in and explore while you distract them!"

"rook, you have got to stop looking like an excited puppy when you decide to commit crimes."

"does that mean you agree, mon fleur?"

standing outside the church a few hours later as the sun sets, you have never more regretted loving rook, your lover hopping swiftly from brick to brick onto the roof of the church, hidden from the view of the church caretakers and other tourists (including ruggie, jamil, and azul, who you were with today).

"shall we, [name]?" azul questions behind you as you turn and nod, and you only send a quick prayer-of-sorts to the seven (?), pitying anyone who would come across your boyfriend. you swear you can hear his chuckles echo in the passageways up above and the catacombs down below, which also makes you wonder whether he also has the ability to "split card" like cater does.

the church was large and sparsely decorated, and rook's weird-as-fuck chuckles echoing around didn't help the mood, with many of the sisters and priests from the other churches leaving as soon as they could. "what's the big deal?" ruggie yawns as a sister stares at him aghast.

"what's the big deal?" she says, approaching the group fearfully. "this church was where... where the city was first established. rumours are that this church was built on top of an ancient cemetery, and...." she gulps fearfully, "and the noises from down below are a sign. a sign of danger, prophesied more than 700 years ago."

"wow," azul blinks. "that's... mildly terrifying."

"mildly?!?!" jamil shrieks as you cover your ears. "how are you so calm right now? there's something in the damn catacombs!!"

"indeed," the sister agrees. "i was asked to usher you all out so we may conduct an investigation at a later date."

"later date, my ass, and i mean that respectfully, 'course, sister," ruggie huffs, "but i came to be spooked, and since we're mages, why don't to let us get in and chuck that creature out?"

"could be a bear, bucchi."

"a bear's milder than leona, that's for sure. have you seen the guy been pissed off?"

"how is leona worse than an animal than can LITERALLY MAUL US TO DEATH?"

"CAUSE LEONA CAN MAUL US TO DEATH TOO?????"

as an argument over whether to leave or stay started up front, you heard a quiet bonsoir from under your feet, mouth gaping as rook climbed his way out of the catacombs. "mon coeur, tu m'as manqué! the catacombs are wonderful, and- where are all the people?"

"evacuated over your hehehehehehehs in the catacombs!" you hiss, pulling him to your level. "the sister in front of us is scared shitless! apologise!!"

"oui, oui, bien sûr!"

nodding at you lover, you make your way to the front of the group. "um," you start, shuffling from the back of the crowd, dragging a messy rook (how did you not notice that before?) with you. "he's the culprit of the catacombs. he likes exploring weird places. he's very sorry, i promise."

"rook?!!?!?!?!" the others exclaim as the sister faints.

"great, ya killed the fuckin' sister, rook."

translations:

mon petit fleur - my little flower non - no ah, mon coeur! tu es belle quand tu t'inquiètes pour moi! - ah, my heart! you are beautiful when you worry for me! tu m'as manqué - i have missed you oui, oui, bien sûr - yes, yes, of course

#Spooky Chattering 2023 #i'm sorry; this is so late ;-;#like deadass a month late #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #twst rook #rook twst #rook hunt x yuu #rook x reader #rook hunt x mc #rook x yuu

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leclsrc · 1 year

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happy 3k mother! "quick speaking" and "animated" for dad!charles? thank you!

first words – cl16

Your daughter says her first word, but you’re the only one that seems to think so.

“Omygod omygod omygooood!”

The squeal from down the hall gradually grows louder as you bound into the living room, facing a roomful of your friends. You wave your phone around, where you’ve just hung up on your daughter’s babysitter, hopping up and down. “You guys, you’re not going to believe this. Felicite’s babysitter put her on the phone, and while I was saying goodnight, she said her first word!”

The game of Monopoly (you all wish you were cool enough for poker) ceases and Lily and Isa sit straighter, excitement drawn bright all over their faces. The seat directly in front of you shakes with how quick Charles gets up, smiling dopily. “Are you serious?!”

“Oh, yes! It was—oh, you guys, it was so cute.” You’re speaking so quick you can barely register what you’re saying.

“Okay, okay—ooh, okay, what’d she say?” Isa asks, clapping her hands together and gesturing for you to get to the point faster.

“She said bloviate!” You exclaim with a flourish of your hands, smiling widely.

The room visibly deflates and the game picks back up instantly. Charles even sits back down.

You frown, mouth hung open in disdain instead of excitement now, huffing quietly as your friends express amusement over your fit of unwarranted thrill. You pout, tapping several times on your fiance’s shoulder. He moves his Monopoly piece out of jail before turning to you.

“Hel-lo? Isn’t that exciting?” You emphasize, humming.

He smiles. “Oui, it’s great, honey.” He turns back to examine his money.

You pat again. “Uh? You don’t sound excited!”

“Oh, I am. I am!” He stands, disengaging himself from the game and turning to you. He places both hands on either side of your waist. “But sweetie, bloviate is not a word.”

“What?” You place your hands around his neck and scoff, laughing. “Um, yes it is?”

“Okay,” he tests slowly, “then what does it mean?”

“I don’t know—hey, you don’t even speak full English, mister.” You roll your eyes. “I’m telling you, Charles, it’s a word.”

“I love you. But it isn’t.” Alex calls for Charles to roll his dice. “Count me out of this round, guys.”

“Sure, we’ll bloviate your money,” Carlos says casually, sipping a beer.

You sputter, wrestling out of Charles’ arms and pointing at Carlos with animated excitement. “See! He just said it! Carlos just said it, it’s a word! Say it again.”

He sips again, inhales a bit. Then smiles. “I was kidding. That word doesn’t exist.”

You groan, flipping him off and turning back to your fiance’s amused, fond face. He presses a sure kiss to the corner of your lip. “It’s so cute, honey, but it really is not a word. M’kay?” He kisses you again for good measure and leaves you standing idly as he resumes his turn.

You nearly can’t believe it—you had all taken this trip with friends to spend a weekend off, and not only do you physically miss Felicite’s first word, but nobody seems to believe it’s a word at all. You huff again. “I’m looking it up, Charles.”

“Honey—”

“Up, up, up!” You silence him. “This is the real deal, guy. You’re about to be proven so wrong. You’re going to wish you stayed on the call a few seconds longer.” You type, frenetic, for a definition on Google and start hollering once you’re given a result. Your verdict is right—it’s a word.

“A-ha!” Charles stands up again, stationing himself beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He kisses your forehead, smiling and shutting his eyes with how adoring he is not only of his daughter, miles away, but of you, giddy over a word that sounded like total gibberish to him just a few seconds ago. Screw it if he’s a bit jealous. Your happiness makes up for it.

“What’s it mean?” Lily asks, rifling through her stack of cash.

“Um, let’s see…” You pause, clearing your throat to read. “‘To speak a lot in an annoying way as if you are very important.’”

Everyone hums and nods, a light round of cheers and applause at the confirmation of Felicite’s first word. You smile up at Charles, slotting your mouths together in a chaste kiss.

“Can we babysit Feli next week?” Alex chimes in. “By the looks of it, you’re leaving her with Max a bit too often.”

#f1 #leclsrc3000 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc drabble #f1 x reader

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galamalion · 6 months

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୨୧. 𝐏𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍'

summary. you and sanji go on a date to pick out some perfect pumpkins for the season.

⤷ contents. vinsmoke sanji x gn!reader, fluff + romance, sanji being a sweetheart

⤷ notes. hello! i'm going to try and write a lot until the end of october in order to get out all my halloween ideas, so this'll be the first! enjoy this little pumpkin date <3

autumn was your favorite season for a very long list of reasons.

first of all, its beauty had no comparison. watching the leaves change colors from emerald to cherry red all over the course of a couple weeks was a sight you could never tire of, in awe of nature’s power over its creations.

secondly, the anticipation for halloween was impossible to ignore, and you already had both your costume picked out and a list of activities to take part in the moment the calendar turned october first.

and lastly, the flavors that arose during the chilly season were absolutely exquisite. a hot apple cider for those cold afternoons, or a slice of pumpkin pie made by your one and only personal chef.

“ah, mon chou~! how about this one?” he called out, holding a pumpkin high above his head for you to see.

sanji really was a dream come true, acting as your prince during your weekly fall outings, participating alongside your autumnal activities. he would find you the most brilliantly red leaf among a raked up pile, helped to sew your matching costumes, and he would make your favorite fall treats for you! he was attentive, elegant, and the greatest boyfriend you would ever get.

“a little bigger, sweetie! i wanna do some pumpkin carving with it!” you shouted back, scouring the field for your dream pumpkin,

“oui!” he exclaimed, gently setting the pumpkin back onto the ground.

you grabbed a nearby small pumpkin, “how about this one, sanji?” you asked, spinning it around for him to see.

“less blemishes, sweetheart! i’m looking for firm and plump!” you didn’t miss the way he wiggled his eyebrows at you, drawing an eye roll from you in response.

an hour of pumpkin judging passed between you two, and a few contenders had risen to your high standards. you carried around five tiny pumpkins in your tote bag, though sanji was aiming for ten due to luffy’s voracious appetite. sanji was hauling two perfectly symmetrical pumpkins, one for each of you to use.

the sun hadn’t quite set yet, a glow still rested on the field for you and sanji to continue picking, but the sky was slowly beginning to fill with oranges and pinks which cast a pastel shimmer of color across your face. sanji stared at your appearance from across the field, taking in the way the soft light struck your visage and framed you beautifully, like a divinity choosing to grace him with your presence.

“you think ten will really be enough for luffy?” you shouted, picking up a pumpkin to examine it.

sanji snapped back to attention, blinking rapidly as he formulated his thoughts, “i- well i suppose no, when taking his prior portion sizes into account…and if we invite sabo and ace there as well…”

“at least sabo has manners!” you yelled, chucking any spoiled pumpkins over your shoulder. “i once saw ace use someone else’s pants as a napkin! not even his own! can you believe that, sanji?”

sanji’s focus once again faltered, watching as your lips moved wildly in your frustrated-amused rant. god, how he wanted to kiss you right now. i mean, you both deserve a break right now, right? you’ve been working so hard these past few hours…a little break never hurt anybody, right?

you continued raving and skipped across the fields, unaware of sanji’s devious musings, searching for some more perfect pumpkins for your perfect boyfriend. your deep and intense focus on your little pumpkin hunt led to you missing your perfect boyfriend disappearing from his row of pumpkins, silently creeping up behind you.

“oh mon ange,” he whistled, “i believe just found the prettiest pumpkin in the pumpkin patch!” his slender, long fingers wrapped around your waist, lifting you high above and eliciting a shriek.

“put me down, you sneak!” you teased, jokingly kicking your legs in an attempt to get loose of his hold.

“but then my pumpkin might run away!” he lamented, twirling you around in circles, sidestepping any precarious pumpkins in the way of his feet.

“as if i’d run away from you,” you replied, trying to ruffle his blonde locks up in the air.

sanji contemplated your words, throwing you down into a bridal carry while he pondered your response. after a minute of totally-real reflection, he flashed you a big ol’ pout.

“you pinky promise?” he whined, kneeling to the ground with you still in his arms, slipping his arm out from under your knees to offer a pinky.

“i pinky promise, my love.” you kissed him on the forehead, causing a heavy flush to don his cheeks and he rolled around the dirt-covered fields in bliss.

you approached his squirming body and gently touched him with the tip of your foot. “get up, mr. prince, i still need someone to carry our pumpkins!” you sung, slinging your bag across your shoulders and attempting to heave sanji to his feet, “unless you’d like me to leave you here…”

immediately sanji arose in dramatic fashion, sprinting back to grab the pumpkins he had abandoned. with ease he lifted them, returning back to your side as if he wasn't carrying two extremely heavy gourds.

“your prince is here! now what are your next commands, my liege?” he announced, dropping to one knee and kissing your hand.

“hmmm…” you brought your hand to your chin, tapping it in 'deep' thought, “you have to help me find more of your pie-pumpkins, and then we can go home and make cider!” you cheered, grasping his hand and running towards the baby pumpkins.

“anything for you, mon amour,” he swooned, watching the sun cast a luminous amber glow across your skin, “anything for you.”

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salty-croissants · 4 months

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Hello! I don't know if you can still request it, but how about a reaction where Fem reader gives a gift to Bullfrog/Rayman/Ramon where inside the gift box is a positive pregnancy test? :3

Thank you for the request !

It’s very wholesome to imagine how the boys would react to something like this , I had fun trying to write it all down :D

Hope it turned out okay !

Details : use of female reader ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed

Bullfrog 💚

Bullfrog was one who can tell right away when something about you is a bit different than usual , so when you entered the room his in with that twinkle in your eye he immediately gave you his full attention .

< y/n , my dear , is there something you’d like to tell me ? >

< Heh , was it that obvious ? >

< Oui , let’s just say that I know you very , very well ~ >

Even though you were feeling at least a bit anxious about giving your partner such a big news , his comment ended up making you chuckle :

there was no way you could ever be tensed or worried about anything , the frog always knew what to say to help you cheer up .

< Okay … okay , I actually just found out about this , and I just really wanted you to know because let me tell you , it’s pretty big . >

Bullfrog’s expression grew even more curios when you revealed what you were hiding behind your back ( he had noticed it right away , nothing could really escape his sight especially when it came to you ) , handing it to him :

it looked like a small gift box , with a pretty green ribbon keeping it locked .

He slowly unwrapped it to be greeted by a pregnancy test with two lines showing up on the tiny screen , a clear display that it was positive .

He was … speechless .

< Mon amour … this … does this mean that … ? >

His eyes moved from you to the test , and slowly a huge smile formed on his face .

You nodded in response , walking closer to your beloved frog to hold his hands in yours .

< Mhm , we might need to prepare to have a new addition to our family , love .

I understand if it’s a bit sudden , but - >

Before you could finish the sentence , Bullfrog had leaned forward to place a little kiss on your lips , staring at you with a tender gaze that melted your anxieties right away .

< This is wonderful news , mon chou … I’m so happy I get to experience something like this with you .

No matter what comes next I’ll take care of us … je vous promets . >

< Thank you Bullfrog … I … I love you so much ~ >

< Je t'aime aussi , y/n … mon cœur t'appartient pour toujours ~ >

Rayman 🧡

< I’m sorry to bother you while you’re still working Ray … I promise you , this won’t take long . >

< Nah , don’t worry about any of that sweetie : I’m pretty much done with the script for my next interview … besides , listening to what my beloved has to say is a lot more important than that stuff ~ >

< Pfft … very smooth ~ >

You watched as Rayman sat down on the couch , the last rays of sun shining through the glass window of his lounge .

< Alrighty then , what did you want to tell me y/n ? >

, he asked , looking at you with a spark of curiosity in his black eyes :

he remembered seeing you very thoughtful that morning as well , but since unfortunately he needed to leave to attend the News like usual there hadn’t been enough time for either of you to discuss much …

However , now that he was back home to you , his beautiful girlfriend , he was determined to give you all of his attention .

< Well , I … god , I’m not sure how to say this … I’m just gonna skip to the important part . >

You sat beside him , handing Rayman what appeared to be a small gift box .

All of that tension for a gift … ?

No … there was definitely something more to it .

He opened it , and as soon as he realized what was inside you saw his eyes widened …

< y/n … ! >

You smiled while watching him stare at the positive pregnancy test in disbelief , and before you could even begin to say something Rayman had already wrapped his hands around you , locking you in a tight embrace .

< Oh y/n my love , I’m so happy ! I can’t believe we’re - you and me —

This is incredible ! This is amazing ! >

You both stood there for a few minutes , laughing together , completely overjoyed at the thought of having a child … then Rayman suddenly pulled away .

< Oh god - did I hurt you by grabbing you like that ?

I’m so sorry darling , I need to be more careful , I was just so excited and - >

< I’m okay , I’m okay , don’t worry honey ! >

Either of you seemed to be able to stop smiling , and when you leaned forward to place a kiss on the tip of his nose Rayman’s gaze softened …

He never thought that he’d be able to share that sort of happiness with anyone , it really looked like his future was going to be bright as long as you were by his side .

Ramon 🖤

< So , y/n … what did you want to tell me ?

Are you okay ? Did something happen ? >

< Don’t worry Ram , I’m just fine , this is just … something that you won’t expect . >

You watched Ramon stare at you intently from the chair he was sitting on …

The first thing he had assumed when you asked him to talk was that it was going to be bad news of some sorts , which very much reflected just how overprotective of you he had become now that Eden was hunting you both down .

You took a deep breath , handing him the gift box hidden behind your back , and when he took it you could see a look of curiosity and confusion on his face …

< What is - >

< Just open it hun , the answer to your questions is right there . >

< Hm … sounds like someone’s been planning this whole thing out pretty well … >

< Heh , well you know me : I love surprising you ~ >

You heard Ramon chuckle in response , then finally opened up the tiny box , unable to hide his eagerness to do so …

And the room fell silent for a few seconds .

< y/n … ? Are … are you really … ? >

He was barely able to say anything , his head spinning in front of the revelation of the pregnancy test …

You smiled softly , watching as one of his hands wandered on your belly , giving it an affectionate caress .

< Since when … ? >

< Ah , I found out not that long ago … just this morning , actually .

I wanted to find a nice way to tell you though , so I decided to organize this .

Are … you surprised ? >

There was a spark of joy in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very , very long time , and when Ramon leaned forward to meet your lips in a sweet , passionate kiss you were able to figure out that the answer was yes .

< Mm … you got me fair and square , my love ~

God , this … this doesn’t even feel real …

I swear , I’m not gonna let anyone hurt us and our family , no matter how many strings Eden pulls .

I … I won’t let anyone come near our child . >

< I know you won’t , Ram … >

As you got lost into your boyfriend’s eyes , you could feel your worries for the future fade away , leaving you with a calming peace :

together , there was nothing that the two of you couldn’t do , and if Eden wanted to come between the two of you ?

Well , they were going to find out just how strong the love you felt for each other truly was .

#captain laserhawk #x reader #rayman x reader #bullfrog x reader #captain lazerhawk rayman #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #rayman #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #female reader #ramon captain laserhawk #cl rayman

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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 9 months

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Night Drive (Rook x GN!Reader)

You sighed as you opened the balcony doors, the cool sea breeze kissing you hello. The view that met your vision was absolutely breathtaking - not a thing could beat it. When you realized the room you and Grim would share at the resort had a balcony, you were thrilled. You figured Crowley would just stick you both in the cheapest room he could find, your only view of the alley between hotels or something. The irritation you held for the headmaster mattered not at the moment. A hum of delight vibrated in your throat as you sat back in a lounge chair to bask in the evening.

The beach was dark, quiet aside from the soft crash of the waves. The moon shone high above, its visage reflected in the sea. As another gentle wind caressed your skin and tousled your hair, you closed your eyes to further relax yourself. You faintly registered the TV as it played whatever show Grim decided to watch, the cat preoccupied by the screen. For now, he was content with his shows and ice cream. There were no chores or duties for you to attend to, either. For once, you could fully relax and be at ease.

As you opened your eyes, your gaze fell on the hotel adjacent to yours. The two were owned by the same resort - some of the wealthier students had gotten rooms there. Well, condos, really. They were twice as big as the room you were in, their balconies just as huge. You scanned the apartments from top to bottom as you wondered just how grand they were. Kalim had thought about having a movie night in his - maybe you’d get to see then.

Just as you were about to look away, you caught a glimpse of someone walking out onto one of the balconies. The figure looked familiar, so you squinted to try and get a better look at them. You quickly recognized the man now leaned against the railing: Rook. His gaze fell on the beach and its nightly splendor; it seemed he, like you, had come out to enjoy the view. You wondered how many times Rook had been to a place like this. You kept forgetting that, like Riddle, Rook’s family was also pretty wealthy. It was no surprise he was in one of the more upscale rooms.

As Rook’s head turned as his eyes swept over the area, he suddenly stopped when he looked in your direction. You felt eyes upon you - he’d caught you staring. With how keen his eyesight was, he must see how surprised you are to see him. Feeling a bit embarrassed, you smiled and gave him a small wave. Your suspicions were confirmed as he waved back. You watched as he took something out of his pocket and brought it to his face. His expression was finally revealed to you as his phone screen lit up.

He was smiling, but it was not mischievous or anything. It looked quite fond, actually - sweet. You saw in the dim light that he wore a plain dark purple t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants, feet bare on the concrete balcony floor. It was odd to see Rook dressed so casually, unlike how he usually presented himself around Vil. You remembered when he and Rook revealed that Rook’s original dorm had been Savanaclaw…you wondered if he looked similar to how he did now back then. You were pulled out of your thoughts as your phone rang in your pocket. When you took it out, you saw the name of the person calling: Rook.

“Hi, Rook,” you answered, a shy lilt to your voice.

“Bonjour, trickster.” You heard him chuckle as you watched him sit in a chair on his balcony. “There is no need to be shy; I do not mind your gaze upon me.”

“I know,” you mumbled. “Still, it was rude of me to stare. If you were anyone else, they’d likely think I was trying to spy on them.”

“Oui, that is true.” You watched Rook manspread as he leaned back in his chair - yet another odd thing to see. You wondered if he was often this casual away from Vil’s eye. “But is that not the thrill? To peek behind the curtains of one’s window, to glimpse into their life? Such beauty can be hidden in those private places.”

“Yeah…” You honestly didn’t know how to feel about that. It was probably normal for Rook to try and do so, but for you…you just hoped he had the decency to look away when someone was getting dressed or something. You adjusted yourself in your lounge chair as you spoke again. “Anyways, what were you doing before you came out?”

“I was in the shower,” he answered simply.

“Oh, sorry! That was weird of me to ask.”

“Non non, do not apologize!” Rook chuckled under his breath, likely seeing your flustered expression from his spot. His eyesight was so keen it was scary. “Such a normal, mundane part of life should not be shameful to discuss. It is simply one beauty becoming another!”

“That’s one way to see it,” you chuckled.

“And what were you doing, trickster?”

“Just out here trying to relax.” You glanced over your shoulder to see Grim still on the bed, eyes glued to the TV. “Grim’s watching something on the TV; I thought it’d be the best time to slip out here.”

“Ah, yes, you are quite the busy person.” You watched as Rook ruffled his hair to fluff it up. “You are like a bee buzzing to and fro, so dutiful, yet so fatigued. All to please a queen - or, in your case, a headmage.”

“Yeah,” you sighed in a mix of annoyance and frustration. “Don’t I know it.” You laughed a little as you saw a seagull fly overhead. “Don’t talk too loud, Crowley might hear you.”

“I would bear such a powerful scolding with pride.” He was certainly braver than you…more patient, too. “Should he ever find out about our little conversation, I will take full responsibility.” You could see the glimpse of a smile in the faint light of his phone. “In return, might I ask a gift from you, trickster?”

“Depends on the gift,” you mused.

“Let me aid you in your next task,” he said. “Whatever it may be.”

“Rook, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.” He sounded so genuine, you practically melted. Your heart continued to flutter as he continued. “Though I admire your dedication and elegance in overcoming every obstacle, I know when you have grown weak, trickster. Were it not for this trip, you would have collapsed from exhaustion.” You watched him lean forward in his chair, arm now rested over his knee; though he was far away, you felt those bottle green eyes pierce into yours. “It would be my pleasure to help someone so beautifully strong.”

If it were anyone else, you would have either questioned their motives or thought they’d torn that line from a book - or both. But this was Rook, who, despite his eccentricities, was not one to lie, at least to you. He was always so sincere when he spoke to you, gentle even. Could he really see through you that well; if so, he cared enough about you to sacrifice his precious hunting time? You’d likely be the prey then, but it just…felt different. You knew he could see the heartfelt smile that formed on your lips. In turn, you could nearly feel his breath against your ear as he mumbled a chuckle in response.

“Thank you, Rook. That means a lot…I’ll be sure to ask for your help next time I’m overwhelmed.”

“I look forward to it~”

“Henchman!” You whipped your head around to look at Grim, who now stood at the edge of the glass doors. “I’m hungry! Let’s go get tuna.”

“Grim, it’s almost ten,” you sighed. “We have some snacks in the cabinet you can ea-”

“They’re not the same!” he protested. As if to accentuate his need, Grim’s stomach growled loudly. You wouldn’t be surprised if Rook could hear it over the phone.

You sighed again, this time longer and more tired. “Alright, we’ll go see if they have some downstairs. If they don’t…I really don’t want to leave this late at night. I don’t think Ace or Deuce would be willing to come with us, and I don’t want to bother Malleus while he has a stomach ache…”

“I can drive you.”

You were nearly startled by Rook’s voice in your ear again. You were so surprised at his offer you wondered if you heard him right. “Huh?”

“Monsieur Fuzzball will not sleep until his appetite is sated, yes? Thus, you will not be able to sleep.” You watched as Rook stood up from his chair. “If there is no tuna available in the lobby, text me. I will get dressed and meet you there.”

“Rook, you really don’t have to-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Rook tutted. “Did you not say I could help you in your next hour of need?” You could hear his smile over the phone. “It seems that hour has come sooner than expected.”

You felt guilt pang your heart as you glimpsed the time on the clock in your room: 10:12 p.m. By the time you got to the grocery store, or somewhere open late that served tuna, it’d be 10:30 p.m. It’d be so late when you got back… “You’re really sure?”

“It would be my privilege, trickster.”

Though you still felt that guilt in your gut, you couldn’t help but feel your spirits lift, your smile along with it. “Thanks, Rook. I’ll go down and see if they have some. If they don’t, I’ll text you.” You tried to think of how much money you had on you. It wasn’t much…you could at least pay for the tuna, maybe the gas to get there and back.

Apparently the hunter could read minds, too, for he caught you off guard with what he said next. “And it is my treat, trickster. A few cans of tuna and a car ride is a small price to pay for such a nightly excursion.”

You nearly giggled. “You say that like we’re going for a night out.”

“Hm…that is an idea.” He paused for a moment before he spoke again. “When it is not so late, and you are so tired, I shall see that thought is made a reality, ma petite trickster.”

“W-Wait, what do you-”

“Let me know when to come down,” Rook interrupted, already making his way back into his condo. He glanced over his shoulder to look at you from across the wide space separating you two. Once more, you could hear his smile on the other end. “I cannot wait to see what your beauty is like in the evening, [Y/n].”

The sound of your name on his lips played over and over in your head as he hung up. He hadn’t called you that before…and he sounded so sincere again. Rook was so…strange. He was always so hard to read - yet you found a smile pulling at your lips once more. You put your phone back in your pocket as you walked into your hotel room, glass door locking behind you and Grim as you shut it. Grim looked rather happy you actually took him seriously; for once, you felt the same.

Rook looked good in those ripped jeans, that dark green tee, those hiking boots, and that snapback cap, car keys in hand as he walked off the elevator to greet you.

#Twisted Wonderland: Beach Episode Mini Series #my work #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #twst rook #twst grim #twst x reader #rook hunt x reader #gender neutral reader #phone call #night drive #savanaclaw rook (mentioned)

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imthebadguyyy · 7 months

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Lay All Your Love On Me

pairing - charles leclerc x reader

fandom - f1

synopsis - a look back into your relationship pt i pt ii

a/n - inspired by my obsession with the mamma mia soundtrack, enjoy!

"i want to tell y/n that i love her"

while the statement had been easy enough to make, charles hadn't really figured out exactly how he planned to tell you, his best friend, his closest friend, his confidante, and the love of his life that, well, he was so head over heels for you the whole world seemed upside down.

he also hasn't anticipated the reaction he received from his family. his mother of course, was overjoyed that her son was finally telling her unofficial daughter that he loved her. but the person who was the most excited of all was of course, arthur.

when charles told carla and him that he was going to tell you he loved you, arthur let out the loudest whoop he had ever managed to vocally produce in his life.

"FINALLY MON FRERE!" he exclaimed, startling carla, who was just as excited. "mon dieu, calme toi" my god, calm down charles said, suppressing a laugh at his brother's antics.

"how can i calm down?!?! ive been waiting for this day since I was thirteen and realized I wanted y/n to officially be in our family and ever since you have been pining over her like a puppy I am allowed to be excited!!" he shouted, now doing a strange version of the rumba around the yacht.

all the commotion he was causing caught lorenzo's attention, who strolled out with a drink in his hand and charlotte by his side, who had been rudely awoken from her nap by arthur's over enthusiastic celebrations.

"arthur, pourquoi cries-tu?" arthur, why are you shouting? enzo asked, leaning against the railing. "yes arthur, some of us are trying to sleep" charlotte laughed, leaning against the railing as well.

"well, dear enzo, it seems that notre chere frere is finally confessing his undying love and affection for our favourite person" our darling brother arthur smiled widely.

"non, c'est vrai?" no, is this true? enzo asked, genuinely surprised.

"oui" charles smiled, blushing slightly at all the excitement. he hadn't expected the delightful swarm of butterflies fluttering from his heart to his tummy, plunging into the depths of his soul, as he thought of you and the possibility of finally confessing his love for you.

"well that's amazing! it's about time too" charlotte joked with a laugh. "i agree charles, it's been so long that you like her" enzo smiled, clapping his brother on the back.

"isn't this so exciting? now y/n can finally offically be the third sister in our trio!" carla exclaimed excitedly, already making a billion plans on how the three of you would bond. she already shared a very close bond with charlotte, and had always held a soft spot for you.

charlotte also was very fond of you, and pascale had once joked that charlotte was your big sister and you were carla's. she has secretly hoped to see all three of you as her daughter in law's one day, and finally, she thought her dream was one step closer to becoming a reality.

"so how are you going to tell her?" arthur asked, crossing his arms, deep in thought.

"i think i know exactly how, but i need your help in convincing her to join me. she's been distant... and i don't know if she'll want to see me at all" he admitted.

"of course she will, she loves you so much" enzo said, having picked up on your affection for his brother at an early age. enzo had also secretly hoped that you and charles would get together years ago, having seen the both of you joined at the hip since you were six.

but he would be lying if he said he didn't feel a hint of protectiveness towards you. after your father had passed, you had turned to enzo as a leading figure in your life, and he had stuck with you through thick and thin. as much as lorenzo loved his brother, he also knew his dating history wasn't the prettiest.

so it only seemed natural that once the excitement had died down in the slightest, he took charles aside for a talk.

"charles, i'm very happy that you've decided to take this decision, truly i am-" he started, but charles cut him off.

"je sais ce que tu es sur le point de dire, que je n'ai pas la meilleure histoire en matière de rencontres avec des femmes et que je ne suis pas vraiment un très bon petit ami. mais enzo, je te promets que je ne pourrais jamais lui faire de mal, jamais. je regrette sincèrement toutes les erreurs que j'ai commises, et je ne peux pas imaginer ma vie sans y/n à mes côtés, non seulement en tant qu'amie, mais en tant qu'amoureuse et partenaire pour la vie, si elle veut bien" i know what you're about to say, that I don't have the best history with dating women and that I am not exactly a very good boyfriend. But enzo, i promise that i could never ever hurt her. i truly regret all the mistakes I've made, and i can't imagine my life without y/n by my side, not just as a friend, but as my lover and partner for life, if she'll have me. I swear i try my hardest to be the best I can for her, always" charles said, emotion brimming deep in his eyes.

lorenzo took a second to respond, pondering over his brother's words thoughtfully.

"je te fais confiance. elle mérite le meilleur dans la vie, charles. elle a traversé des moments difficiles et a passé de nombreuses années à cacher ses sentiments pour toi. je l'aime profondément, et elle est tout aussi importante pour moi que tu l'es. j'ai besoin de savoir que tu ne lui feras pas de mal, car je refuse de la voir souffrir à nouveau, d'accord ? mais je sais que tu es un homme bien, le meilleur frère que je puisse avoir. alors, fonce. mais s'il te plaît, pour son bien, sois le charles que nous connaissons."

i trust you. she deserves the very best in life, charles. She has been through tough times, and has spent many years hiding her feelings from you. i love her greatly and she is just as important to me as you are. i need to know that you won't hurt her because i refuse to see her in pain again, okay? but i know you're a good man, and the best brother i could ask for. So go for it. But please, for her sake, be the charles we know"

charles nodded, understanding reaching out to pull his brother into a hug.

"je l'aime. et je ne te décevrai pas non plus." i love her. and i won't let you down either, charles murmured, and lorenzo clapped him on the back again. "i know. you deserve happiness, the both of you" he said, and with another quick hug, he left charles with his thoughts on the boat.

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unbeknownst to charles, you were still stuck in a state of misery, believing your best friend, who was incidentally the man you were hopelessly in love with, was never going to love you back.

the harsh reality of that thought had been best expressed in the studio, and you found yourself writing song after song about unrequited love, and about the pains of falling in love with your best friend.

jack antonoff relaxed in his chair, stretching after almost six hours straight of recording and producing your latest heartbreak melody. you were forever grateful for him, and his endless patience with your indecisiveness and emotions.

he had been so understanding about your emotional dilemmas, spending many a wine drunk evening listening to you ramble and helping you convert it into beautiful songs that had you in tears.

"i think we should definitely release this one" you mused, headphones on and listening to the song you had just finished recording.

"i think we should record all 142 songs we've made but yes, this one is...something special" he admitted.

"but is it too obvious? is it too vulnerable? am i leaving the door open to criticism and hate and negative reviews? it's nothing like what we usually make but it's.. it's something I need to share" you admitted, half to jack and half to yourself.

"look, you are at the height of your career and your music has been nothing short of phenomenal. of course people will comment, of course you're being vulnerable, but isn't that what we do? isn't that why we write music? isnt it because we need a healthy outlet for our emotions, so you can express yourself?" he asked sincerely, and you found yourself nodding.

"yes..." the hesitation was still there. vulnerability didn't exactly stem from the music, but rather, from the fear of what charles would think. surely he would connect the dots and realise it was about him? surely he would notice that his best friend was singing soft croonings about her undying love for him, and how badly she longed for him? surely so many years of friendship meant he had a passageway into her mind and heart? surely, right?

"my father once told me 'the fear of vulnerability is a fortress we build to shield our hearts from the unknown', you told jack, eyes looking beyond him to the view of the blue sea out the window, "and i think that's why i feel this... nervousness. ive spent almost a decade being in love with my best friend, and putting out a song like this? people will speculate. i don't want to ruin his life..." you trailed off, insecurity seeping into your tone.

"i understand. but you're not ruining his career. yes, people can speculate but you don't need to confirm or deny those speculations. the media can be cruel y/n. we know that. but we don't stop that from doing what we do best" he said, and you nodded.

"okay. next week" you said.

"thats soon" jack said, adding the finishing touches to the song.

"one day or day one" you said, standing up to make the call to your team.

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liked by charlesleclerc, billieeilish, lilymunihe, lewishamilton, charlotte2304, bellahadid and 2,706, 587 others

@yourinstagram - someone like you. out now.

tagged - @jackantonoff

user12 : oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god

user 13 : MAAM YOU CANNOT KEEP DROPPING BEAUTIFUL SURPRISE SINGLES AND EXPECT US TO BE OKAY 😭😭

user 77 : her voice, the piano, the high notes, the production - jack and y/n are the most elite singer producer combo ever

user22 : idk why but i get the sense this song is about charles? i mean "i heard that you've settled down" i mean he isn't married but she's clearly insinuating a relationship that she wishes she had with someone she loves and is close with... and who is her best friend..it's charles leclerc... "old friend" seems so fitting

-user23 - you're delulu (i believe you)

-user16 - let THEM COOK

user23 : she looks STUNNING

user65 : why does she look like a GODDESS and an ANGEL

lilymunihe : crying in a walmart parking lot because you're voice is a wonder you are a wonder your skills are a wonder and i love everything about this and u

-@yourinstagram : 🥺 lily i love you. thank you for being such a wonderful friend. forever by your side.

kika.gomes : baby u are a wonder. your voice has me mesmerized. i love u so much. forever in awe of u and your wondrous talent 💗

-@yourinstagram : kika i love u so much 🥺💗 thank you for always supporting me. love u to the moon and back. please come and visit soon!!

-kika.gomes : on my way

-lilymunihe : wait me too omg lemme book a flight

-carmenmundt : alright me as well

-user40 : not all the wags being best friend with y/n 😭😭

carla.brocker : oh y/n this is so beautiful... i'm so proud to call you my friend 🥺 je t'aime 🫶🏼

-@yourinstagram : je t'aime carla 🩷

arthurleclerc - so proud of you, grande soeur, love the song 🩷

-@yourinstagram : love u thur.

charlesleclerc : magnifique, ma belle.

-@yourinstagram : merci charles 🥰

-user12 : usually she's.... much more enthusiastic about his comments

-user44 : babes if i wrote a song about my best friend and he was dense enough to not know and congratulate me id say merci too smh

-user30 : a charlesyn interaction after so long im so happy 😭

leclercpascale - tu es quelque chose de spécial, mon chéri. je t'aime toujours ❤️ you are something special my darling, love you always

-@yourinstagram - merci maman 🥺💗 tu es mon plus grand soutien, j'espère te voir bientôt you are my greatest supporter, i hope to see you soon

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charles had been with joris and andrea when he had opened instagram to see your post.

"y/n's released a new song" he said, and joris quirked an eyebrow. "right now?" he asked, settling into charles' plush couch, flicking through to open apple music on the tv.

"yes, it's called someone like you. play it please" charles said, pulling a bowl of watermelon closer to the table.

the only sounds in the room were the munching of the watermelon and joris clicking the remote when charles picked up his phone, ready to send you a text after listening to your song.

the opening notes of the piano filled the room, bringing a soft smile to his face as a favourite memory creeped up into his thoughts.

you were sitting on the piano still, fingers playing random keys as you figured it out. at the age of 8, you had decided you wanted to be a singer and wanted to learn all the instruments you could. you were already playing guitar that you're dad was teaching you, but your fascination with the piano has always remained.

"charles i can't do this" you whined, throwing you head back, sighing at your best friend who was flipping through a safety guidebook for karting.

why not, you're smarter than i am" he said, earning a giggle from you. "you're smart too charlie" "alright alright, ive seen arthur play, let us try and figure it out"

hours later, herve and pascale returned home to find you and charles deeply engrossed in figuring out chords, trying to sing along to la vie on rose by edith piaf. the both of you had your tongues stuck out in concentration, working together to figure it out.

it brought a smile to their faces, knowing you'd always have each others support.

as charles registered the sound of your voice floating in, he closed his eyes, leaning back to enjoy the music, before he was whacked with a cushion.

"idiot, écoutes-tu correctement la chanson ?" idiot, are you listening to the song properly? joris asked, having caught on to the meaning before charles.

"yes, i am" charles said, rubbing his head in confusion.

"lei sta cantando di te." she's singing about you, andrea said, shaking his head at charles' slow reaction.

"qui?" charles asked, taken aback.

I heard that you're settled down

That you found a girl and you're married now

I heard that your dreams came true

Guess she gave you things, I didn't give to you....

Never mind, I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you, too

"Don't forget me, " I beg

I remember you said

"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

"she's clearly talking about you! cmon charles, we all know you've both been head over heels for each other since we were kids. and look, it's all there, she even says old friend! how much more proof do you want" joris asked, exasperated.

"but-but- what does she mean by nevermind? i was going to tell her.." charles trailed off.

"then tell her soon, charlito, before she tries to move on. you deserve to tell her your feelings because she likes you too" andrea said, the usually quiet man genuinely cared about you as well, and knew of charles deep love for you.

"you're right. ill call her over tonight" charles said, nervous springing to life in every part of his body.

the anticipation grew as he realized that their connection could shift that very evening taking on a new dimension.

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charles rushed to send you a text, at the same time he set about setting the yacht up. he had decided to sail the both of you to the cove you discovered as children, to enjoy a dinner of carbonara and red wine, which had been a favourite for the two of you. he made sure the yacht was stocked with bottles of wine and champagne, and even got the ferrari team chef to cook for the both of you.

he set about setting the table just right, with candles and roses and his finest crockery and cutlery. he set the flowers on the table and glanced over at the bouquet he had for you, along with the present he intended to give you later.

he had also taken the time to curate a spotify playlist for the both of you, that was already playing softly in the background.

he'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. in fact he hadn't felt this nervous since his first ever f1 race.

the nerves before telling someone you love them felt like a symphony of butterflies fluttering within his chest, a captivating mix of excitement and trepidation. his heart races, and every word he'd rehearsed a hundred times running laps in his mind.

he opened your chat to read the texts he had sent you, in an attempt to slow down his beating heart.

charlie ❤️ : cherie, je me demandais si tu voudrais me rejoindre ce soir sur le yacht pour dîner. j'avais envie de passer du temps avec toi. i was wondering if you'd join me on the yacht tonight for dinner? I've been wanting to spend time with you

you : tonight? id love to. is there anything happening?

charlie ❤️ : no, just wanted to spend some time with my dearest friend who i haven't seen in forever.

you : sorry, cherie, ive been busy :(

charlie ❤️ : thats alright amour, im just messing around. but is it okay if i ask, are you mad at me?

you : what, no?

charlie ❤️ : it's just...you've seemed a little distant and i can't point out why and i was just wondering if maybe i upset you?

you : oh not at all my sweet boy, ive just been preoccupied, thats all. we'll talk at dinner?

charlie ❤️ : of course cherie. see you then 🩷

you : see you 🩷

charles had blushed at the mention of "my sweet boy" and had also made up his mind to talk to you about whatever was bothering you. but he had a feeling he knew what it was about.

nevertheless, he paced back and forth as the sun began to set, casting the perfect golden hue on his boat. and just as the golden rays bathed monaco, you appeared like an angel, dress fluttering in the wind as you made your way to charles' yacht.

the sight of you took his breath away, hair billowing in the wind, your dress floating too, and the golden hues making you sparkle. you looked ethereal, like an angel descending from the heavens.

his angel.

as you reached closer to the yacht, charles walked up to you, offering you his hand to step in.

you took it with a smile trying not to blush at how handsome he looked. he was wearing a baby blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and black pants. his hair looked tousled from the wind, and his eyes seemed to shimmer with happiness at seeing you. you found yourself unable to suppress your smile, cheeks hurting from the wide smile on your face.

you had to admit, although you were trying to stay away to protect your feelings, you were happiest when you were with him.

"hello cherie. ive missed you" charles was the first to speak, pulling you into a hug.

you lingered in the warmth of his embrace, relishing the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne. you hoped he wouldn't notice how you were so desperately trying to keep yourself together, to prevent yourself from melting into the man.

charles wasn't able to keep it together either. he buried his face in your hair, inhaling your perfume, which he recognised to be the ysl libre he had got you hooked into. he felt the most comforted and safe in your arms and your embrace, and so the both of you stayed like that for a moment longer, revelling the company of each other.

when you finally broke away, your heartbeats had increased and a giddy happiness has taken over the both of you, as charles led you to the table he had set for the two of you.

"oh wow... charles you didn't have to do all this! it isn't even my birthday" you laughed, taken aback at the sweet gesture.

"i just wanted to spoil my favourite girl a little" he said, throwing you a wink that had your cheeks heating up and your heart fluttering in your chest.

"well i won't say no to that" you giggled, and then laughed as he pulled your chairs for you.

"oh my what a gentleman. who would believe you once tipped me in class for trying to take your seat" you said, throwing him a smirk.

"hey i didn't trip you, your foot was just in the way" he chided, grinning at you.

"mmhm, for sure. what about the time you dumped red paint on my hair because you were upset i 'stole' thur from you? or the time you put gum in my hair? or the time you coloured over my poster of queen because you were tired of me singing bohemian rhapsody around the house?" you laughed back, watching him bury his face in his hands with a groan.

"cherie please don't remind me of what a terrible child i was" he whined pouring you a glass of wine.

"you were lovely. you just didn't use your brains at time" you smiled, and he rolled his eyes at you.

"you weren't an innocent angel either. what about the time you hid my remote control ferrari because I was giving it more attention than i was giving you?" he said and you squealed with laughter.

"i was a pretty needy friend, i admit" you giggled, and charles chuckled as well.

a comfortable silence settled over the two of you, broken only by charles serving you some carbonara.

the pair of you couldn't stop smiling at each other and you couldn't imagine how strange it would look to a stranger but you didn't care.

"ive missed you a lot" charles admitted after a beat of silence.

"ive missed you a lot as well" you sighed, twirling your pasta onto your fork.

"then why did you go radio silent for a while cherie?" he asked softly, and you noticed the flash of hurt in his eyes.

you sighed, looking beyond his green eyes to the sunset behind you. monaco always looked beautiful in the evening and at nightfall, and you took a moment's respite in the gorgeous colours, before turning back to face your best friend.

"i just needed to get away for a bit charles, focus on my music" you said, partially truthfully.

"but you focused on your music here too mom coeur" he said, unable to hide the sadness in his voice. "was it me? did I do something?" he whispered, not knowing how to tell you he realised what he had done.

"oh no, charles, no you didn't i- i just.. i needed some space and im sorry i didn't tell you I was going to LA" you said, heart breaking as you took his hands in your own.

"no i understand you needing space but I was just surprised you left in a rush, we haven't spoken in so long" charles said, running his thumb over your knuckles.

the anticipation grew, as the both of you looked deep into each other's eyes,silent apologies shared between the two of you.

it was a moment of vulnerability like no other, where the both of you prepared (unbeknownst to the other) to bare your deepest emotions, risking it all for the chance that the other might feel the same way. yet amidst the nervousness, there was a sense of hope, a glimmer of anticipation, because you both know that what you were about to say had the power to change your lives forever.

"i have to-"

"i need to-"

the both of you spoke at once, eliciting giggles from each other.

"you go first" you whispered, keeping your hands interlocked, not wanting to let go.

"okay" charles whispered back, before taking a deep breath.

"y/n, ma cherie, ive carried these feelings for you like a secret treasure, buried deep within the chambers of my heart. today, i have managed to find the courage to unearth them, to let them shine as brightly as the stars that have witnessed our shared moments. you've been the compass of my life, guiding me through storms and sunshine, and in the quiet spaces between our laughter and shared dreams, my affection for you has grown into something I can no longer contain.

it's not merely friendship that binds us, but a love that transcends boundaries. your smile brightens my darkest days, and your laughter is a melody that dances through my soul. your kindness and understanding have been the pillars of my strength, and your presence, a soothing balm to my every wound. with each passing day, my love for you has deepened, filling every corner of my being.

ive hesitated for so long, fearing that these words would jeopardize the beautiful connection we share. but, ma cherie, i cannot deny what my heart knows is true.

i love you.

not just as a friend, but with a love that defies definition, a love that cherishes your essence, your flaws, and your dreams. i want to be more than a friend. i want to be the one who holds your hand through life's journey, the one who shares your triumphs and cradles your sorrows.

i know this is a lot to take in, and i understand if it brings uncertainty or fear, because i have felt the weight of those emotions. but amour, i don't want keep this truth hidden. love is too precious to conceal. whether you choose to embrace it or not, know that my love for you is unwavering, and no matter what you feel, I'm telling you that ill always be there. I've known you since we were children, scraping our knees and colouring with each other, to teenagers with dreams we shared and hopes we talked about to adults who are still the best of friends.

it would be an honour if you reciprocated these feelings mon amour, and im sorry if this is too much. but i love you. and i had to let you know" charles concluded, drawing a deep breath at the end of his long confession.

you felt shock seeping through every bone in your body, but a warm shock that lit up your soul and made you feel like you were floating. tears rose to your eyes, glimmering and glistening, dripping softly down and charles moved to wipe them away softly.

"oh charles, you don't know how long I've waited to hear you say those words. ive loved you for as long as I can remember and I love you, i love you so much. ive always known that what I feel for you is more than just friendship.

the words you've spoken, the feelings you've unveiled, they've stirred the deepest corners of my soul. In the tapestry of our friendship, ive discovered a love that has blossomed silently, mirroring the beauty of the most delicate of flowers, unnoticed until it's in full bloom. it is not just my heart but my very essence that loves you and I'm so thrilled by your confession my love.

your smile, the warmth of your laughter, the strength of your kindness—these have been the foundation of my happiness for so long. and now, i can finally tell you that my heart has danced to the same tune all along. all those years of pining have finally come to fruition and im so glad you told me this. i had to go away because i couldn't bear to see you with someone else, and as selfish as it sounds, i needed an escape otherwise i would have gone raving mad.

i love you charles. id want nothing more than for us to have future together. i love you more than i can put into words" you confessed, tears streaming down your face as you regarded the man in front of you.

charles too, had tears in his eyes, and the utmost love and adoration in his eyes. never had he ever looked at you like that before, as if you were the sun moon and the stars.

"je t'aime cherie, je t'aime" he whispered, pulling your knuckles to his lips to press a kiss to them.

"je t'aime ma vie" you whispered back, basking in the warmth of the moment.

"papa would be so happy" charles admitted, pushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. "you know, he once told me that he and uncle theo also wished for us to get together. finally their wish came true" he smiled and you felt a new stream of tears run down your cheeks.

"papa told me too, when he was ill, that you and i belong together. mama tells me even today" you said, sniffling softly.

charles moved so he could help you out of your chair, leading you out to the deck.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close as you let your head drop onto his shoulder.

"can I kiss you?" he whispered, hand reaching up to caress your cheek.

"please" you managed to breathe out, before feeling his soft lips press against yours, just as they had when you shared the salty kiss under the playground slide, but this time it was deeper, more meaningful and full of love.

his hands slipped to your hips, one pulling you in so close you were almost moulded into him, while the other gently caressed your cheek. you let your hand rest on his waist, and the other on his neck, softly pulling him closer.

he deepened the kiss, gently sliding his tongue into your mouth, earning a soft gasp from you as he traced delicate patterns on your back.

the kiss only grew more urgent and charles let his hands wander, frantic to feel you, years of longing piling up and finally spilling out.

when the lack of oxygen made your lungs burn, you finally broke apart panting, still cocooned into each other, chests heaving together.

"ive been wanting to do that for ages" charles panted, pressing soft kisses to your face and forehead, making you giggle when he kissed your nose.

"I've been wanting you to do that for ages too" you said, earning a laugh from him. you settled back down against his shoulder, feeling full of love and ready to burst with how happy you were.

"i love you y/n" he said, sincerity clear in his tone. "i love you too, charles" you whispered, pulling him back down for another kiss.

against the skyline of monaco, you let your eyes close, comforted by the man whose arms you were in, relishing the feeling of being so deeply in love with someone who loved you back with so much passion.

in that moment, love felt like the gentle whisper of two hearts, sharing their secrets beneath the starry canvas of the monaco sky.

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back at pascale's apartment, arthur bounced his foot impatiently, looking out to the window at the sea.

"do you think he's told her yet?" he asked lorenzo, who was patiently reading a book on the couch.

"i don't know arthur i haven't heard anything" he replied, chuckling at his brother's impatience. "why is it taking so long' arthur whined, looking at the clock.

carla rolled her eyes at him, "thur, let them be, they're going to be all romantic and emotional and I'm sure they'll tell you soon" she said just as patiently, earning a smile from pascale.

"I'm sure charles will tell us soon cherie" she told her youngest soon, patting him on the head.

charlotte laughed from the corner, "i don't know whose more excited, charles or arthur" and the room burst into laughter.

"we have all been waiting for this day for ages" lorenzo said, smiling around at everyone.

"your papa and i always knew this day would come, and so did theo and laura. we had hoped they would get together" pascale said softly, a gentle smile on her face.

the group took a moment to reminisce on all the pining they'd had to endure.

the silence in the room was broken by the sound of lorenzo's phone ringing and he picked it up when he saw charles contact.

"salut frère, l'as-tu fait ? lui as-tu dit ?" hello brother, did you do it? did you tell her lorenzo asked and arthur leapt over the couch to hear what charles said next.

"oui" charles smiled, and chuckled when the room descended into chaos.

arthur was whooping, charlotte and carla were offering congratulations and pascale was smiling so brightly, telling her son her congratulations as well. lorenzo laughed and congratulated his brother as well, before telling him they'd give the new couple some time before the entire family descended upon them.

he knew charles would appreciate some time and that y/n would too.

"okay let's go see them and-" arthur began before carla laughed and tutted him.

"amour, laissons-leur de l'espace aujourd'hui, d'accord? nous pouvons aller les féliciter demain." love, let's give the two of them some space today okay? we can go and congratulate them tomorrow

grumbling a little bit still super excited arthur accepted defeat and started bidding goodbye to the family.

one by one they all left, leaving pascale with a bright smile on her face.

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@yourinstgram - only about a decade and a half in the making but finally told the love of life that he's the love of my life. je t'aime ma vie ♥️

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charlesleclerc - i love you, mon cherie, thank you for making me the happiest man alive.

-@yourinstagram - i love you too ma vie. forever yours ❤️

-charleslecerc - forever yours ❤️

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user33 : oh my god oh my god they're finally together im crying MOMMY AND DADDY

-user13: the duality 😭

kika.gomes : so happy for you two!! finally no more pining 🙄 double date soon? ❤️ love u bbg

-@yourintagram - thank you kika, i love u too babes and OMG YES double date

lilymunihe : baby you deserve the whole world and im so happy for u both. love to you always but you're still mine 😘

-@yourinstagram : ofc honey

-charlesleclerc : hey

-alexalbon : hey

-lilymunihe : babe no look away

-pierregasly : alexalbon they always do this bro

pierregasly : congrats you two!! have to celebrate soon!

-@yourinstagram : thank you pierre! bring kika and come over anytime ❤️

sabrinacarpenter - omg babes congratulations! so happy for you two!! 🩷🫶🏼

bellahadid : congratulations beautiful! wishing you happiness always 💜

lewishamilton : congratulations 🩷 knew everything would work out!!

-@yourinstagram : thank you for everything lewis, come and hang out with us soon!! bring roscoe please i miss my little buddy

-lewishamilton : roscoe misses you too

-roscoelovescoco : me loves you y/ns!

-@yourinstagram : 😭❤️ i love you too roscoe

joris.trouche : congratulations mon ami, best to you two always

-@yourinstagram : thank you joris 🩷

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charlesleclerc : mon amour, i have loved you since i knew what the word meant. you are my everything. i love you.

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yourinstagram : je t'aime ♥️ id spend all my lives with you ♥️

user444: the way he looks at her 🥹

user903: lord i see what you have done for others...

user676 : BI PANIC BI PANIC BI PANIC

user38: so glad they're finally together I've been rooting for ages

user45: mama y papa mama y papa

carlossainz : congratulations cabron, you deserve this happiness ❤️

arthurleclerc: so happy to finally have her officially in the family, took you long enough 🙄

-user339 : you tell him arthur

joris.trouche : allez! love to the both of you always ❤️

leclercpascale : felicitations, restez heureux et rendez-vous toujours heureux ♥️

-charlesleclerc : merci maman ♥️

-yourinstagram : merci maman 🥺❤️

scuderiaferrari: ❤️❤️❤️

landonorris : thank God you finally asked her out i was going to do it for you

danielricciardo : glad to see you finally asked her out!!

charlotte2304 : shes amazing, don't hurt her or carla and i will have words with you

-carlabrocker : 💪🏻 🔪

-yourinstagram : 😂😂

ricciardoberetta : martas asking when are we double dating 😂

user344 : new hottest couple in the paddock alert!!

user23 : idk if i wanna be her or him or sandwiched in between

user45 : they ARE the moment!!

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a/n - there's going to be one more part but i hope you liked it!!! much love 😘

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