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fantastictalesofadventure · 6 months

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Oooooo...I like this!

JeromyTV does something like this on SpellShots but since my character has amnesia we learn a little bit more about Key's past whenever they're near death (which ends up being quite a bit)!

#dungeons & dragons #d&d #d&d 5e #dnd #dnd 5e #ttrpg #spell shots #spellshots #new age geeks #key #tabletop roleplaying games #d&d memes #dnd memes #memes #meme #funny #lol #good ideas #death saving throws

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mrkapao · 11 months

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"нєℓℓσ, му ηαмє ιѕ кєу!"

Join the adventure tonight on 'Spellshots: Session 1' via New Age Geeks on TWITCH (/New_Age_Geeks)!

It's Andrew J. Alandy as Kadir the Human Fighter, Jemboree Cosplay as Mira the Elf Sorcerer, Michael Pao as Key the Plasmoid Rogue, Jeromy TV as the DM, and special guest player Mazz as Turk the Goblin Artificer!

Character Art by @ianmcginty

#dungeons & dragons #dungeons and dragons #d&d #dnd #d&d 5e #dnd 5e #ttrpg #spell shots #new age geeks #actual plays #twitch #streaming #streamers #key #key is key #hello my name is key #mrkapao

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elemental-plane · 4 months

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something something the inevitability of oscar remembering NOTHING besides the man who cursed him. he won't remember his wife, his children, maybe even himself. all that will remain will be a husk of a man and the one who pushed this curse upon him. damn you sam riegel and your tragic characters that i immediately get invested in

#critical role #candela obscura #the circle of tide and bone #candela obscura the circle of tide and bone #oscar grimm #sam riegel #LIKE....#OSCAR WILL LOSE HIMSELF EVENTUALLY??#i'm losing my marbles #sam riegel when i catch you sam riegel #anyways!#take a shot every time sam plays a character with a complicated family dynamic #kidding but also not really #apologies for possible spelling errors/incorrect phrasing/mixing up plot i'm tired

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aroaceleovaldez · 1 month

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also it was a cruel joke on Rick's part to title the first book in his series about/for dyslexic teenagers... "The Lightning Thief." how dare you sir. you know exactly what you did. your target audience will never be able to spell the name of your book correctly.

#pjo #riordanverse #this is /light hearted but at the same time. SIR. this has plagued me for YEARS #i have a 50/50 shot of spelling thief right at any time and yet. and yet.#thank goodness i dont have problems with spelling lightning/lighting but. GOD those look the same written out #a moment of silence for every lighting theif typo

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sepia-stained-sunset · 9 months

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You know what, we deserve a Brentwood Academy Reunion mini comic where Tim brings Bernard along and all the other guys keep sending him pitying looks because they think the poor guy should be warned that Tim will never catch onto his feelings for him.

And Bernard is like, "um, why is everyone giving me so much sympathy?" And Tim's like, "what are you talking about?" And then people literally pat him on his shoulder and tell him that they "get it" and they've "been through this too"

Bernard: What are you talking about??

Some guy from Brentwood: It's okay, man. It's practically a rite of passage at this point. You're here with Tim Drake as just a friend, right?

Tim, who heard that: Um, no? Bernard's my date

Literally everyone there: What.

Tim: Uh...yeah? He's my boyfriend

Everyone: *squeeze their wine glasses so hard they literally shatter*

#danny: how did you even get him to realise it was a date??#Bernard: got kidnapped. he was rescuing me and i said i felt bad i'd left our date midway. he wouldn't have figured out otherwise #danny: so you just needed to spell it out for him???? that's all i needed to do??? you're saying i had a shot???#tim: *joining them* a shot at what?#danny: at you!!#tim: a shot at me? wait. wait are you saying you wanted to assassinate me?? danny what the hell??#danny: see what i mean??!#bernard: *gives him a sympathetic pat on his shoulders*#tim drake #bernard dowd #timbern #timbern headcanon #tim drake headcanon

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leenfiend · 10 months

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Ya’ll want these doodles from the miss congeniality but in space idea or no

#its currently microwaving in my head #slowly turning as it cooks #i still need write that one shot tho #klance #vld #my art #lets ignore that i spelled avant-garde wrong #its more lance this way

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fantastictalesofadventure · 10 months

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Looking to check out a new D&D actual play series? Give Spell Shots on New Age Geeks a try!

Venture in the lands of Kaiser with Andrew J. Alandy as Kadir the Human Fighter, Jem as Mira the Elf Sorcerer, MrKaPao as Key the Plasmoid Rogue, Jeromy DeChant as the DM, and a bunch of fun guests!

#dungeons & dragons cartoon #d&d #dnd #ttrpg #spell shots #new age geeks #actual plays #streaming #streamers #gamers #Youtube

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mrkapao · 7 months

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"ι ∂ι∂η'т кησω нυмαηѕ ¢συℓ∂ αℓѕσ gяσω ℓιттℓє ∂є¢σяαтινє тαιℓѕ ση тнєιя ƒα¢єѕ!"

It's time tonight for 'Spell Shots' via New Age Geeks on TWITCH (/New_Age_Geeks) at 6PM PST!

It's Jem as Mira the Elf Sorcerer, MrKaPao as Key the Plasmoid Rogue, Jeromy TV as the DM, and special guest DW McCann (Lupin the 3rd and Genshin Impact)!

Character Art by @ianmcginty

#dungeons & dragons #d&d #d&d 5e #dnd #dnd 5e #ttrpg #spell shots #new age geeks #twitch #d&d actual plays #dnd actual plays #mrkapao #key

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dealwithadeer · 3 months

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I am going to call it and say that either in Alastors mind Husk is not allowed to have this kind of happiness, a close relationship between Husk and Angel somehow goes against his plans or Alastor is simply going to be possessive over his 'pet'.

#huskerdust #this shot is too clear not to be foreshadowing #Alastor being a bigger problem to huskerdust than Valentino would be interesting to see #I think Huskerdust is going to happen but both Husk and Angel have their own problems with the people who own their souls #and considering Husks chain is a lot tighter and a lot stronger than Angels this could spell problems #husk hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Eddie is sixteen and his magic is incredibly volatile. He's powerful and he has trouble not accidentally casting when his emotions are high (which is always) or casting on a whim, not being careful enough of his words, and suffering the unintended consequences. Wayne ends up hiding the grimoires and family journals until Eddie learns a little more control, and is the first to realize that Eddie casts better while he's playing music. They develop a system, by no means perfect, where Eddie composes a song based on how the spell feels.

Sixteen is also the year Eddie falls in love. He's always known he liked boys, but never thought about relationships. He lives in Hawkins and is a witch, for god's sake. He sneaks off to Indy, goes to bars, but can't imagine having something like a boyfriend.

Jackson is new in town, already 17 but in Eddie's grade. It starts as friendship, but before long Jackson kisses him. Eddie thinks it's like a fairytale. It ends when Jackson's military dad is transferred to a base overseas. It's mundane. It rips Eddie's heart to shreds.

After, Eddie does a spell. He knows he shouldn't; he's too upset and his magic is unpredictable at the best of times. He doesn't care. He grabs his guitar, starts playing. The song is melodic, layered, sad. He starts babbling, casting a spell to never fall in love by creating the most beautiful, unrealistic boy in the world. He won't remember some of what he says--and that's a problem-- but knows he talks about a boy with a map of the night sky on his body, the loneliest king, the prettiest man in Hawkins, jock with a heart of gold, lover of nerds and small children, throws himself into danger with little thought for the consequences, shockingly kind, fantastically mean. He knows this person can't be real, too many contradictions, too many impossibilities.

Enter Steve Harrington.

Eddie knows Steve. Everyone does. And sure, the guy is hot as hell, but the worst kind of douchebag jock, so Eddie never really considers him worth thinking of. And that would probably continue, but his new Hellfire recruits think the sun shines out of Harrington's ass, and apparently Robin Buckley is his best friend. It doesn't add up and Eddie's usually great at math.

Time passes and he starts to get it. He watches Dustin and Harrington do the dorkiest, nerdiest handshake and the joy that contorts Steve's face. It's so fucking beautiful, Eddie has to look away. He comes upon Harrington and Erica Sinclair bickering, both smart-assing, listens to the way Erica giggles about it once she thinks no one can hear. Or when he watches Steve drop Max Mayfield at home--Max who Eddie has never once seen smile, who he's always been just a little bit afraid of--and she's laughing and teasing him, beaming.

It's inevitable when they become friends. Steve is a wonder. Constantly a surprise. So pretty it's like looking directly at the sun. When Steve tells Eddie that he's bisexual, it drops off his tongue with no hint of unease, no consideration for how he's upending Eddie's world view.

One night they're getting high, just the two of them, and he's asking if Steve wants to shotgun and Steve smirks and leans in, and then they're kissing. Doing way more than kissing.

They keep hooking up, but it's nothing. It's Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington who wants the all-American white picket fence, wife, 2.5 kids, and a dog. Not a dnd playing-metalhead-nerd-witch dude. And if Eddie feels himself growing inexplicably more and more fond, well, he's made damn sure love isn't in the cards for him anymore.

They're laying in Eddie's bed one night, Eddie tracing gentle fingers between the moles and freckles on Steve's back.

"That tickles," Steve murmurs. "What are you doing?"

"Mapping the constellations," he whispers.

Steve's laugh vibrates Eddie's ribcage, as does the rumble of his voice saying, "my mom used to do that when I was a kid. Said she was looking for the big dipper."

He presses his lips against the top of Steve's spine to stop from saying something unkind about his parents, who never loved their absolute gift of a son enough, leaving him lonely and forgotten in that big, cold house. He freezes as soon as he has the thought, remembers that spell. It's nothing, of course. The spell was to repel love, not get Steve Harrington into his bed.

They keep sleeping together, spend almost all their time together. Eddie's enamored but it doesn't matter. Steve isn't his, not really, and never will be. Eddie made sure of it.

But one day Steve comes over and sees this old Casio keyboard Gareth brought over.

Steve flips it on, starts hitting notes; at first dicking around, but then sliding into Clare de Lune.

"You play the piano?" Eddie asks. He knows he has a dopey smile on his face, his heart doing something terrible in his chest even though he's not in love.

"Took lessons until I was ten," Steve smiles up at him, blushing when their eyes meet.

Eddie has to walk away or he's going to do something like drop to one knee and propose. Steve keeps playing, transitioning from Debussy to something infinitely sweeter, so sad it makes Eddie's heart ache.

He stands in the doorway to his bedroom for at least thirty seconds, before storming back into the living room. "What are you playing?" he demands.

It startles Steve, whose fingers still as he looks at Eddie with giant eyes. "Uh, I don't know. It gets stuck in my head sometimes. I thought it was Ozzy or Dio or whatever. It only happens when we're together. You don't recognize it?"

Eddie recognizes it. Eddie recognizes it and Steve shouldn't know it. Eddie didn't write it down , just like he didn't write down the words of the spell.

"Get out," he says. Mean because he's trying not to fall apart.

"What? Eds, what're y--"

"No, you need to leave, Harrington. Right fucking now."

"Eddie, tell me what I did. Let me fix it, please."

"Not on you. But you have to go," Eddie is shaking and Steve's eyes fill with tears.

He doesn't fight, though. His mouth pinches and he shoves his way outside.

Eddie panics and cries, tries to remember as much of that fucking spell as he can before Wayne comes home.

The first words out of Wayne's mouth when he sees Eddie curled up on the couch are, "What'd you do this time, kid?"

He spills it all, every last detail, and Wayne listens in silence, eyebrows peaked.

"It's that Harrington boy?" He asks when the tale is told.

"How'd you know?" Eddie asks.

"Are you kidding me? I see the way you look at each other. You love him?"

Eddie nods, burying his face in his knees. "He doesn't want this, though. He only likes me because I fucking spelled him to."

Wayne rests a hand on Eddie's shoulder. "Kid, I thought I taught you magic better than that. Better go make things right while you can. Then we're going to have a long talk."

Eddie wants to ask what the point is in making it right. It's already too late, after what he's done. Still, he makes the drive to Loch Nora.

Steve opens the door in sweatpants and a stretched out t-shirt, his hair undone. He's sad, Eddie realizes.

"You here to tell me what I did yesterday?"

"Like I said, it wasn't you. Can I come in?"

Steve nods, steps aside.

"Well?" Steve prompts.

Eddie explains exactly what he did four years ago, what it lead them to. When he finishes, he braces for Steve's anger, for yelling. Instead, Steve throws his head back and laughs.

"You're not mad?" Eddie asks. "Or you're so mad that all you can do is laugh?"

"Not mad," Steve confirms.

"Why not? How can you trust me now? Trust this?" He gestures between them.

"I don't know, dude. It's not like you...designed me, or something. I didn't wake up one day when I was fifteen with a bunch of new moles. I told you about my mom. Plus, that would be medically concerning. And I definitely already had crushes on other boys. So, you didn't make me bi."

"What about being kind? What about the kids and being protective?"

Steve just shrugs. "I think a lot of that was due to Nancy, but I guess I can't stay it wasn't the spell."

"You're too calm about this. I took away your free will!"

"Did you?" Steve raises an eyebrow, way too unbothered. "Maybe the spell brought us together. Took a damn long time to do it, but I don't feel like I have no choice in this." He turns more towards Eddie, taking his hands. "I like what we have. But if you don't feel that way, we can end it."

It's Eddie's turn to laugh. "Not feel that way? Harrington, I don't know if you've heard, but you're the man of my dreams. I am, unfortunately, wildly in love with you. I just--this isn't what you want, right? Not forever. You want a wife. Kids. All that shit."

"Who says? We could have a family, Eds, if we want. Hell, we already do! We're raising six kids. And, yeah, maybe I will decide I want a wife and all that one day. I'm 90% sure nothing magical is stopping me. The only thing that is, the thing that matters, is that I want you. Not because of a spell." Steve smiles, face turning a delicious pink. "But because I love you too."

He squeezes his eyes shut to force back the tears that want to fall, kisses Steve instead. Their mouths slide together in perfect sync, and Eddie wants to get lost in it forever; in Steve's lips on his, the snag of his teeth, the way he clutches at Eddie's curls.

When they pull apart, Steve starts laughing again. "I can't believe I'm your perfect man."

"Oh my god," Eddie's face flares with heat. "You have to forget this ever happened. Your ego's too big as it is."

"Nah, this? This I'm remembering forever."

They kiss for a long time before Steve says, "I think I understand why that song was so sad now. You should write us a new one."

Eddie pulls Steve close, thinking that he'll write Steve whatever he wants for the rest of their lifetime.

#steddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #practical magic au #eddie munson is a witch #wayne munson is a witch #i put a spell on you #spell casting shenanigans #steve harrington is eddie's impossible dream guy #musical spell casting #angst #happy ending #magic #ficlet #one shot #good uncle wayne munson #steve harrington plays the piano

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xdacted · 8 months

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To love you forever

Paring: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: Angst/comfort, is a sequel but can be read as a stand-alone

Word Count: 1,643

Status: Complete [Apart of a longer work]

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Charles could feel his heart pounding in his chest. The rush of blood in his ears, there was champagne everywhere. Max reached over, clapping him on the back with a quick, ‘Good job, mate.’

It was easy to say that when you’re world champion.

All things considered, Abu Dhabi had been good to him. This wasn’t what he wanted but second was better than nothing. He couldn’t hold back his smile when they brought trophies out, the smooth metal gleaming under the bright lights. Such a beautiful thing. He could hear the roar of his team below, nearly falling over one another.

Charles likes to think that the Tiffosi will forgive him.

Their season wasn’t perfect, nowhere near it, but he’d managed this. To hold Checo off, to claim the second place spot for himself. They would love him, wouldn’t they? He was sure that he would always love them. Because that’s what this was - racing was at the center of who he was.

The rush was still fresh in his veins, buzzing beneath his skin. Thousands were watching him, hundreds staring up at him. But in the crowd, clinging onto the barricade, he could see Arthur and Lorenzo. Their beaming smiles made him want to cry.

They loved him. They loved him - not because he was on the second step of the podium - but because he was Charles. To them, he would always be just Charles. Charles risked a thought to his father, looking at him from beyond, he was sure. He had to fight the burn of his eyes, a knot forming in his throat.

He did it.

He dragged Ferrari from the mud. Countless hours and sleepless nights, screaming into his headset, cursing at strategy choices - it was all for this. There was still so much to do, but Charles knew that it could wait. There was time.

Because although racing was his core, it wasn’t all he was.

He’d come to the discovery that he was much more. A musician. A brother. A son. A friend.

Simple things he’d forgotten.

But standing here, lifting the trophy above his head as the crowd roared for him, was more than enough to remind him. Staring out into the sea of faces - flashing lights and bright banners - he can imagine nothing better. Perhaps being champion, but that’s all in due time. It’s not his turn, it’s Max’s. He clapped and whistled when the Dutchman’s name was called. For all the media loved to say about them being ‘rivals’, Charles would never be able to bring himself to hate Max. They had known each other for far too long - they weren’t idiotic kids with something to prove anymore.

Charles let out a bark of laughter when Max had turned the Champagne on him. The rush of liquid was in his ears, he was sure, but he returned the favor. He poured the bubbles down Max’s shirt.

Being here. Just in the moment, it seemed that the year hadn’t been terrible. That there was something else he could do now. He could breathe.

It would be better if -

No, Charles shakes away the thought.

That wasn’t fair.

She did what was right, she did the good thing. She did what Charles couldn’t. He thought of her, every race he tried to see her face in the crowd. Sometimes he did, but when he looked back, it was gone. He assumed his mind was trying to make up for the pain in his heart.

Even though he knew, deep down, she wasn’t here. He couldn’t help but hope. To think that maybe, just maybe, she was out there. Watching him. But men driving in circles was never her thing. He just liked to think that -

Charle’s breath caught.

There was someone, tucked deep into the pockets of fans, with eyes burning right through him.

He whispered her name before he could stop himself.

She’s so beautiful.

There’s a pain that burns through him, he hadn’t expected to see her here. He hadn’t ever expected to see her again. Driving away from her was the most painful thing he’s ever done. Letting her go, when all he wanted to do was hold on - he felt like he was dying.

He wants to keep staring at her, tracing his eyes over her face, trying to memorize the changes before she’s gone, but suddenly they’re being ushered from the podium. The rest of the ceremony had flown by but he was absorbed by her.

She was the only thing he could see.

“Party later?” He hears Max asking him.

It pulls him back to himself and he can only nod. Max’s face twists with confusion and he opens his mouth to speak but Charles is already wishing him goodbye. He runs from behind the stage. Dodging interviewers and his team, they shout after him but he could care less. As he rounds a corner he can see Silvia with a waiting P.R. team.

It was his duty.

Charles had a job.

She looked up to see him charging at her, and was quick to step to the side.

“C-Charles!?”

“I- I’m sorry…just - just a moment, please.”

He rushes right past her. He had let his duty come in between them before, and he wasn’t going to let it happen again. If nothing, if she told him that she hated him and that she was happily with someone else - Charles just wanted to hear her speak.

Her voice would be enough. Her presence would be enough.

Charles is running mindlessly, he knows the security won’t let him go past the paddock. He knows it’s nearly impossible to see her, but he hopes, prays, that something will happen -

“Charles?”

Her voice forces him to a halt. He nearly trips over his feet, spinning on his heel at the sound of her words. He doesn't quite know what part of the track he’s at, somewhere behind the main buildings.

But she’s there.

Standing right there, a paddock pass clutched in her hand, cheeks flushed. Her hair sways in the night wind, rolling softly across them. She is beautiful.

His beautiful girl.

He whispers her name, there’s a part of him unsure if she’s real. Thinking that she may just be a figment of his imagination, that perhaps the season had finally torn him apart.

For a moment, she doesn’t say a word. Standing just an arms length away, and all Charles can hear is his own labored breathing. He’s afraid that he’ll scare her away, that any little thing will take her from him again.

He just needs to hear her speak. He just wants to be around her.

Eventually, she says, “You did amazing. Congratulations.”

“Did -” He cuts himself off, “Did you see me? Racing?”

He feels like a child asking, but then she lets out a ghost of a smile and whispers, “Of course.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Charles can’t help himself. He moves closer, and the scent of her perfume fills his lungs. He breathes. She settles deep within him, but it’s not like she really needs to. There will always be a space for her in his heart - he’s always been hers. Not even distance, time, or sadness, could change that.

As he moves, so does she.

He sees her hand reach out, but she stops herself.

Charles can feel his heart breaking again.

This distance, this space, between them burns. He wants to touch her, he wants to feel her heartbeat against his. He wants to be loved by her again.

Because he never once stopped loving her.

“How -?” He dares to ask.

But there’s much more that goes unsaid.

‘Do you hate me?’

‘Do you miss me?’

‘Are you here for someone else?’

‘How are you?’

‘Did you enjoy the race?’

‘Did you see me?’

But no question as important as the one he fears the most, “Do you love me?”

He doesn’t realize that he’s said it aloud until he hears her sharp intake of breath, her eyes going wide.

Charles is quick to move back, afraid that he’s ruined it. Just like before, it’s all ruined.

“I - I am so sorry. I do not know - there must be…please understand -”

“I will always love you, Charles.”

Charles can’t breathe.

Just staring at her. Her eyes filled with unshed tears, she’s so beautiful. A radiant star that stands only an arms length away. She’s so close now, he can feel the heat of her skin. Loving her was as easy as breathing, but never, did he dare to imagine that love for himself. He broke her heart, he drove her away.

Her love filled him like starlight, the very life in his body. He was set aflame, burning under the unyielding warmth of her stare. He couldn’t take the fragility of her words, so carefully spoken. Charles could feel it, his words stuck in his throat.

He had so much he wanted to say, so much he needed her to know.

He was better now, Charles had done so much work to make himself better.

And he was.

He was different for himself. For her.

The distance was far too painful, so she closed it.

She was moving towards him, throwing herself in his arms, “Charlie,” She whispers, shoving her face into his chest, “My Charlie.”

Charles is shaking, his legs trembling and he’s afraid he might drop her, but he tightens his arms around her middle. There is nothing - not time or space or death - that could pull him from her. She was here, in his arms.

He can feel the tears rolling down his cheeks, but he furrows his face into her hair. Crying in front of her doesn't scare him, she won’t judge him.

She loves him.

She has always loved him.

And he would always love her.

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A/N:This work has been cross posed on Wattpad and AO3. All are under the name XDACTED. Thank you for reading and feel free to requests fics about any of the drivers <3

Also, as I've said, this is apart of a longer work, but it can be read alone, it just might not make the most sense. But whatever floats your boat :)

#charles leclerc #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #female reader #formula 1 #x reader #one shot #formual one #formula one #abu dhabi gp 2022 #ferrari #ferrri and i actually have beef and that's why i've spelled thier name wrong #lol #i'm not sorry #comfort #light angst #fanfic #f1 oneshot

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