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Ok so this is a bit unique tbh, but can you write a story about being alexandra saint mleux's sister can falling for lando norris??? like you love charles and alex because THEYRE SO CUTE and u end up falling for lando. include alot of fluff anf cuteness. Thanks!

stop it ily so much for this! i adore adore adore charles and alexandra and omg have u seen his recent post? because leo the puppy u are ily so much what the heck! ok so here is my attempt at making this AMAZING request come true!

paddock love (ln4)

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y/n watched with a grin as charles spun her sister alexandra around in a clumsy waltz, their laughter echoing through the posh monegasque apartment. "ugh, you two are giving me cavities," you teased, collapsing onto a plush sofa.

alexandra, cheeks flushed, swatted playfully at charles. "mind you, y/n, you could find yourself a love story in the paddock too, you know."

you scoffed. "yeah, right. like any f1 driver has time for a normal person like me."

suddenly, the apartment door swung open, revealing a grinning lando norris and carlos sainz. "speaking of normal people," lando winked at you, his blue eyes sparkling. "ready for that movie night, y/n?"

your cheeks warmed. lando had been relentlessly charming ever since you'd met at a charity gala a few weeks ago. he always seemed to find a way to compliment your outfit, your laugh, or even just the way you handled a plate of hors d'oeuvres. it was...disarming.

flashback

the air crackled with nervous energy as you nervously adjusted your borrowed gown. attending a charity gala with your sister, alexandra, a rising wag in the f1 world, was exciting, terrifying, and utterly overwhelming. just as you were about to retreat to the bathroom for the tenth time that night, alexandra materialized beside you, a triumphant grin splitting her face.

"there you are! come meet someone," she said, dragging you towards a group where charles leclerc was holding court, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"y/n, this is lando," charles announced, gesturing towards a tall, lanky figure with a mop of floppy brown hair. "lando, this is my amazing girlfriend, alexandra, and her equally amazing sister, y/n."

lando's smile was like sunshine breaking through clouds. his blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he extended a hand towards you. "amazing is definitely the word for it," he said, his voice a charming mix of british and something vaguely exotic. "it's lovely to meet you, y/n."

you felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you shook his hand. his touch sent a jolt through you, a strange combination of warmth and nervous electricity.

"likewise," you stammered, suddenly hyperaware of the borrowed dress that seemed to suddenly itch everywhere.

alexandra, ever the social butterfly, nudged you playfully. "so, y/n, tell lando about your photography!"

you, relieved for the distraction, launched into a passionate explanation of your latest project, a series capturing the hidden beauty of everyday objects. lando listened intently, his head tilted to one side, his gaze flickering between your eyes and the photos you were showing him on your phone.

"wow, this one is incredible," he said, pointing at a shot of a chipped teacup bathed in warm sunlight. "it's like you found magic in the ordinary."

you beamed. "that's exactly what i'm trying to do!"

the conversation flowed easily from there. you discovered a shared love for vintage cameras and a mutual disdain for overcooked canapés. lando, it turned out, was as funny as he was charming, his quick wit leaving you breathless with laughter.

as the night wore on, alexandra and charles discreetly wandered off, leaving you and lando deep in conversation about the perfect lighting for capturing a raindrop mid-fall.

"so," lando said finally, a playful glint in his eyes, "i hear you're a bit of a photography whiz. maybe you could give me some pointers on capturing the perfect pit stop action shot sometime?"

"me? at a race track?" you couldn't help but laugh. the world of formula one seemed about as far removed from your quiet life as possible.

"why not?" lando shrugged, his grin widening. "besides, charles tells me you make a mean cup of tea. maybe a post-race debriefing is in order?"

the invitation hung in the air, a silent dare. you hesitated, then a slow smile spread across your face.

"alright, lando norris," you said, a playful challenge in your voice. "challenge accepted."

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"uh, yeah, sure," you stammered, gathering your things. "see you guys later."

alexandra leaned in conspiratorially. "have fun! and y/n?"

you raised an eyebrow.

"don't be afraid to give him a chance. he might surprise you."

the movie night was...something. lando insisted on a ridiculous rom-com, complete with over-the-top declarations of love and pratfalls that had you snorting with laughter. halfway through, he paused the movie, leaning close.

"you have the most incredible laugh," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

your cheeks burned. "thanks," you mumbled, looking away.

he chuckled. "is it just the movie, or are you actually starting to blush around me, y/n?"

you swatted him playfully. "maybe a little. but don't get any ideas, lando norizz."

he grinned, unfazed. "ideas are kind of my specialty. so, here's one: how about we ditch this cheesy movie and grab some gelato? my treat, of course."

you hesitated. this was ridiculous. lando norris was a formula one driver, a celebrity living in a world of fast cars and glamorous parties. what did he want with a regular girl like you?

but his smile was so genuine, his eyes so warm, that something inside you melted. "alright," you agreed, a shy smile creeping onto your face.

the gelato shop was a whirlwind of laughter and stolen glances. lando teased you about your ridiculous cone of every flavor imaginable, then pretended to steal a lick. you chased him around the shop, ending up breathless and giggly.

as you walked back to the apartment, the moon casting a silvery glow on the streets, a comfortable silence settled between you. lando stopped, turning to face you.

"you know," he said softly. "you're more fun than any trophy i've ever won."

your heart skipped a beat. he cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped your eye. "maybe alexandra was right," he whispered, his lips hovering tantalizingly close.

before you could even think about it, you closed the gap, meeting his kiss halfway. it was soft, playful, filled with the promise of something more.

when you finally pulled away, breathless and exhilarated, lando grinned.

"so," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "does this mean there's a chance for a "normal guy" like me?"

you couldn't help but laugh. "maybe," you teased. "but only if you promise to keep surprising me."

he leaned in again, his voice a husky murmur. "consider it a done deal."

and under the watchful gaze of the moon, a new love story bloomed, a testament to the fact that sometimes, the most extraordinary things can happen with the most ordinary people.

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maxtermind · 5 days

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you're the risk, i'm gonna take it

★ : feat :: ex!charles leclerc x reader ★ : genre :: smut; angst ★ : word count :: 2.3k ★ : tags :: (semi?) public, jealousy, possessiveness, tears lol ★ : a/n :: me posting smut?? has the world turned upside down? kinda anxious to post this one lol

The air at the charity gala was thick with anticipation and the soft murmur of high society mingling. The grand ballroom sparkled with chandeliers, and the scent of roses hung in the air.

You, draped in a stunning red gown that hugged your curves perfectly, walked in with your head held high.

It was all a ruse, of course. A ruse brought up just for your ex.

It had been three months since you and Charles had parted ways, and you were determined to show him you were doing just fine. Especially since he was already out there with a new girl in his arms.

It was a fatal blow the very first time they were caught at the paddock together. She was one of his old friends that you were always pretty insecure about and to see her with him when you were sure that in a month’s time you and Charles were going to get back together?

It made you want to vomit all over the posh expensive carpet laid under your feet.

You spotted him almost immediately, it was like his head was sticking out just to catch you off guard. Charles stood near the bar, his dark hair perfectly styled, and his tailored suit accentuating his broad shoulders.

It made your heart ache and suddenly the carpet wasn’t too good to be puked upon.

He laughed at something and your eyes shifted to the blonde woman beside him. It was still a fresh wound, your breakup, and despite knowing what awaited you, it was hard to maintain a composure for face sake.

That was when you realized that seeing him with someone else was always gonna make you yearn. He was never supposed to be not yours.

”Y/N, hey!” A voice broke your reverie. A smile broke on your face as Lando’s eyes roved over you appreciatively. ”You look hot.”

”Thanks, Lan,” you replied, giving his cheek a soft kiss. You linked your arm through his, grateful for the distraction. ”Let's get something to drink, yeah?”

As you walked deeper into the crowd, you were oblivious to Charles's gaze burning into your back.

You didn't dare turn around, the possibility of disappointment too intense to play a game of chance. You chatted animatedly with Lando, laughing at his jokes and subtly touching his arm.

It was when he leaned in to whisper and you faced the other away that you looked at your ex. Who stood out like a sore thumb, but this time, his eyes were trained on you and his hands were no more on the girl.

Knowing that Charles was watching made a different kind of fire ignite in you, you wanted to make him feel every bit of the jealousy that had gnawed at you for weeks. It was a huge risk, getting your heart broken again. But to hell with it, two can play this game anyway.

Minutes turned into an hour, and every time you glanced in Charles's direction, you found him watching you, his jaw clenched and eyes dark.

His ‘girlfriend’ beside him seemed to be losing his attention, her presence fading into the background as his focus remained fixed on you and Lando.

Lando, suspiciously playing the role of a perfect gentleman, leaned closer again. ”Are you okay, Y/N? You seem... distracted.” His eyes glanced at Charles as he nodded at your ex’ direction.

”I'm fine,” you lied, your eyes flickering back to Charles. He didn’t even acknowledge your date greeting him. That made your stomach drop, but in excitement this instance.

”Still hung up on him, huh?” Lando’s tone was gentle but knowing.

”No, silly, I’m all moved on,” you replied, tilting your chin defiantly and rolling your eyes. ”It was only a year or three right?”

Lando sighed. ”You know, this is a dangerous little gamble. But if it helps...” He pulled you closer, your faces inches apart. ”I'll play along.” He was so close, chest to chest with you and you smirked.

Before you could respond with your own witty accomplice, Lando kissed you softly, his lips warm and soft. It made you feel tingly all over. He didn’t even linger for more than a second, it was more of a peck really. But fuck if you weren’t touch starved.

It didn’t feel right though. It wasn't the same as with Charles, but it served its purpose. When you pulled away, Charles was no longer at the bar. You felt Lando squeeze your hand once before he dragged you to the corner and excused himself to get a drink.

A shiver ran down your spine, a mix of triumph and fear. Everyone saw that and you were alone for the first time all evening. You scanned the room, looking for a familiar face. The ballroom suddenly felt too crowded, the air too thick.

Then you felt a hand on your arm, firm and demanding. You turned to find Charles standing there, his expression a storm of emotions with furrowed brows, narrowed eyes, flared nostrils and a forced smile courting his face.

”Y/N,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. ”We need to talk. Now.”

Lando was back beside you in a second and started to protest,”Mate—” Charles shot him a look that could have melted steel.

”This is between us,” he growled, dragging you away. You barely had time to process before you were pulled away. You looked back and scoffed when you saw Lando shoot you a wink.

A few seconds later you were in a secluded hallway, the noise of the gala muffled by the heavy doors.

What do you think you're doing?” you hissed, yanking your arm free. ”You can't just—”

”Me?!” Charles suddenly screamed, cutting you off as he turned around and pushed your back against the wall.

”Do you think I'm blind?” He continued, his eyes blazing. ”Parading around with him, trying to make me jealous?”

”Why should you care?” you shot back, your own anger rising. It was embarrassing that he saw right through you. ”You have your new little blonde, don't you?”

Charles stepped closer, he backed you further against the wall and his presence was overwhelming. ”What is that supposed to mean?” His voice was a harsh whisper. ”Do you think she means anything to me?”

”Doesn’t she?” your voice wavered, the vulnerability slipping through your anger. It killed you to see him with her for three months and he couldn’t even take it for a few hours?

”No, she doesn’t.” He declared as his jaw tightened further. ”But you... seeing you with him… ” He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident. ”You have no idea what that does to me.”

”Maybe I do,” you replied, your voice softer now. ”Let’s hear it, Charles. What did that do to you? Couldn’t be worse than if I were to kiss him for three months straight and force you to watc—”

He grabbed you by the shoulders, his grip firm yet tentative, as if he couldn’t even fathom the thought of hurting you,”You want to know how I feel? Fine. I can't stand seeing you with anyone else.” He sounded so broken that it brought tears to your own eyes.

”I can't think straight. All I see is you, every moment. It's driving me mad.” Charles rambled on as he drew in shallow breaths, evidently struggling for air.

”Charles...” Your resolve was crumbling. ”You can’t say that. I thought we were just taking a break and a week later you were all moved on? You don’t deserve to feel bad now”

”She’s not.. We never...” His eyes softened, the anger giving way to raw emotion as he brushed a tear away from your face. ”I thought it was for the best. I thought you'd be happier without me. We were arguing so much and then you said that you were unhappy and it made me want to die.”

You searched his eyes, looking for the truth. ”And now?”

”And now,” he said, his voice breaking, ”Here we are.”

Before you could respond, his lips crashed onto yours, the kiss desperate and full of the longing you had both been suppressing. You melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled you closer.

The hallway seemed to spin around you, the world narrowing to just the two of you. Charles broke the kiss, his breath ragged. ”Tell me you feel the same,” he pleaded. ”Tell me you want this. Me.”

More tears fell down your eyes as you nodded. ”I never stopped wanting you, Charles.”

A strangled sound escaped his throat as he captured your lips again, this time with a fierce, possessive hunger. His hands roamed your back, pulling you tightly against him. You responded with equal fervor, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Your need for each other was palpable, a wildfire that had been waiting to ignite. Charles's kisses trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin and eliciting a gasp from your lips. You tugged at his jacket, desperate to feel more of him.

”You look so gorgeous” he murmured against your collarbone, his breath hot and teasing. Your breath hitched softly as he sucked at your neck. “Here?”

”Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desire. ”Here. Now.”

Charles didn't need any more encouragement. He pressed you further against the wall, if that were even remotely possible. His hands slipping under your dress, caressing your thighs and lifting you just enough for your legs to wrap around his waist.

The feel of his hardness pressing against your core sent shivers of anticipation through your body. It was familiar. He was your everything and you felt right at home as you cried tears of frustration out.

Charles kissed your tears away while he held onto your face, caressing the side of your cheekbone with his thumb as a soft sigh escaped your lips. ”You have ruined me.” He whispered, groaning as he pressed himself harder against you.

With one swift motion, he freed himself from his trousers, his fingers working quickly to get you ready when he scoffed to find you bare underneath the dress. ”I swear to god, if you tell me that you planned to take Lando bac—”

You shook your head and leaned forward to peck his lips. He looked into your eyes, seeking one last confirmation. You answered with another kiss, your tongue dancing with his, your body arching into him.

The first thrust was slow, almost agonizing in its intensity. You both gasped, the sensation overwhelming you as a low groan parted from his lips. Soon enough, Charles set a rhythm, each movement deep and deliberate, making you feel every inch of him.

”Mine,” he panted into your ear, his pace quickening. ”You're mine, Y/N.”

”Yes,” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. ”Always— yours, Charles.”

Your bodies moved together as he held you tightly, aching and desperate for the release you’d both been deprived of. He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against yours with an animalistic need you couldn’t resist.

With each thrust, each kiss, you rediscovered the connection that had never truly been broken. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you, lost in each other as he pushed you closer to the edge.

You bit his ear, the action alone causing Charles’s grip to tighten, his movements becoming frantic as he thrust into you harder, faster.

You felt yourself nearing the edge, your trembling thighs tightening around his hips when you felt his hand sneak between your legs, towards where you were connected, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

You clung to him, your entire being focused on the pleasure coursing through you.

”Let it go, darling,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. ”Be a good girl for me.”

The words pushed you over the edge. You cried out his name, your body shuddering with release. Charles followed moments later, his own climax crashing through him with a force that left you both trembling.

For a long moment, you stayed entwined, your foreheads resting against each other, your breaths mingling. The hallway was silent except for the sound of your breathing, the intensity of what had just happened settling over you.

Charles finally pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours for the affection he thought he’d lost. ”I love you,” he said, his voice hoarse and you winced when his tears dropped down your face as he kissed your forehead. ”I never stopped.”

Your own tears spilled over as your knuckles tightened against his wrinkled shirt. ”Okay.”

You knew he wanted to hear it, but it was too soon, too soon to just flush down the feelings you had to suffer through for the past few months. Too soon to forgive him for the pain he’d caused.

Charles nodded in understanding. He could see the adoration you still held as you latched onto his arm, clinging to him with a white knuckle dying grip as if you were afraid to let go.

He kissed you softly, a promise of the future you would build together.

And in that moment, surrounded by the echoes of your passion, being in his embrace, you knew that you had found your way back. That despite everything that had happened, he still loved you, and you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms.

After all, he was the only risk, the only what if, you were always gonna leap into head first.

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gaslysgirl · 8 months

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Going on the yacht with Charles and skinny dipping to get his attention

This man would be mesmerized

You were happy to spend some time with Charles on his yacht after he had been away for Singapore and Japan. The last race you joined was Monza, and therefore you missed your boyfriend a lot. He was the one who surprised you with a weekend on his yacht at the beautiful French Riviera. However, there was something funny going on in the groupchat with his friends and he hadn't been away from his phone since lunch. You tried to distract yourself with a book and some tanning, but you craved his attention. The pretty bikini you wore was not good enough for him to lift his eyes from his screen.

He didn't bite the bait either when you asked him to do your sunscreen on your back, because it took him so long that you decide to do it yourself. "Charles..." you sighed, and he nodded. "I'm joining you soon, baby," he replied. He blinked as you threw your bikini top at his face. He realized soon after what piece of fabric he had in his hands and looked up at you, just in time to catch your panties. The tan lines were visible on your skin, marking you beautifully. He couldn't enjoy the moment long enough, as you turned around and moved downstairs to the platform to jump into the water.

Charles threw his phone down on the sofa, getting his shirt away from his body and hurrying to join you. He jumped into the water without hesitation, pulling your naked body into him. "I see what you're doing," Charles says, amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Well, that was about time," you reply, wrapping your arms around his firm shoulders anyway, your tits pressing up against his chest. "Needy for my attention, hmm?" he hummed, fingers pressing into the back of your thighs as his clothed cock brushes against your bare pussy under the surface. "I'm sure I can get some attention from those guys on the yacht close to us," you tease, making him scoff and take you back to his yacht to give you all of his attention right on the deck.

#cl #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc smut

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xxblairexxss · 11 months

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Doudou (part 4, Charles’s ending)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader / Lando Norris x reader

Theme : Angst / Fluff

My heart broke for Lando. I’m so sorry. :( I haven’t proofread!

After everything that happened last week, you went on with your life. You started working, met new colleagues, and it felt like you were onto the next stage in your life. You were no longer a student, dying to catch up on the submission deadline and somehow, you were really enjoying it.

But it felt like something was missing, or someone. Someone who would be among the first one to congratulate you on your exam result, someone who always accompanied you staying up late going through files of different cases, someone who became your wall to lean on when things got so stressful you were so close to give up.

You spent every night thinking about him, about you and him. Yes, what he did was horrible but you remembered that aside from what happened that night, he never raised his voice, never cursed at you. He had always treated you like a delicate, dainty piece of flower. It felt unfair to judge him and to keep on punishing him based one part, and ignoring all the admirable and meaningful things he did before and after what happened. After all, he was still an important person to you. However, you had realised that he was somewhat different. Yes, didn’t shout, he didn’t curse at you after that night but it felt like he was walking on an egg shell around you, as if he didn’t know how to act.

But then again, you didn’t know what you would do if he was the one who asked you to give him space in this matter. Like, how would you act when you couldn’t touch the person that you spent days and nights with like you always did. How would you act when you were so used to have them locked in your arms one night but couldn’t even touch them the next day.

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It was Wednesday night and you just had a long day at work. You skipped lunch because you got carried away and for some reason your social anxiety kicked in and you felt like these people would judge you to the core for trying to eat like a human being so now you were so famished you even had to chumble the chocolates that Charles gave you while waiting for your onion soup to simmer.

Speaking of Charles, you haven’t seen him after that night. New season is starting again in 2 weeks so he had been really busy going back and forth to Maranello but he never missed a call or text to check up on you.

And so was Lando.

“Oh my god, this new flavour is so good! What the heck did they put in this one?” You exclaimed and picked up the packaging to go through the ingredients. Somehow everything, anything was interesting to you at the moment. Your brain just needed to distract itself from thinking about how starving you were.

Then you heard a doorbell.

And you weren’t expecting anyone.

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“Hi, I was thinking if you want to have dinner with me? The food’s on me.” He lifted the paper bag with a restaurant’s name on it and it was your favourite restaurant.

“Oh my god! How did you know?”

“You mentioned it during our Lego session the other day I thought it would be too last minute to have dinner at the restaurant so I ordered takeouts.”

Lando insisted that he wanted to try your onion soup though you kept on saying no. You weren’t that bad in cooking but if you knew you weren’t cooking for yourself and that someone else would like to try it, you would have paid more attention to it instead of just sprinkle sparkle eye level everything.

“I don’t want to be held responsible if you get food poisoning.”

“That’s alright, I won’t die.”

“Your have a race next week!”

“We have reserved driver for a reason.”

You could never win against him. There you were, spending another night in sweatshirts and baggy pants with Lando,

and your onion soup.

Which was surprisingly good. Not as good as a Michelin star restaurant as Lando claimed it to be but good for someone who cooked it while munching on chocolates.

“Are you nervous? I mean, the new season.”

“Hm, not really. Kinda excited for it. I have been driving the virtual car for months now. A real, hands-on experience would kick up the adrenaline again.”

“I think….” You trailed off and bit on your lips.

“Yeah?” Lando took another bite of the onion soup.

“I think I’m gonna give Charles another chance. What do you think?” You lifted up your gaze and beam timidly at him, feeling embarrassed to talk about your relationship problem with another guy, a friend of your ex-boyfriend at that.

When Lando caught your gaze, he caught your eyes making the same twinkle that made him stunned. Talk about timing. The first time he saw it up-close, it made his heart flutter and lost at words. Now that he saw it again, it still made him lost at words, but his heart didn’t flutter, it was smashed to pieces.

When Lando didn’t reply, you were slightly taken aback. You thought he would get mad or criticise your decision so you dipped your head down and started playing with your fingers.

“I think….” His voice halted your movement but you still didn’t look at him in the eyes.

“I think you should do what you heart desires, Y/N. After all, I am not the one to control your life because it’s yours but whatever it was, I’m gonna be with you, always, as your friend.”

Lando realised he didn’t actually have a lot of time with you. He thought he did. He spent half of the time loving you and the other half hiding how much he loved you.

“I’ll take back my Lego set with me, yeah?”

“I thought we were gonna finish it together?”

I don’t think there’s anymore chances for me to get to know you more so I don’t need it anymore was what Lando wanted to say.

“No, Y/N. We ran out of time. I ran out of time. The season is starting soon and I’m gonna start flying here there, remember? It’s okay, I won’t do it alone. I’ll bring it back and we can get it done together. Promise.”

One promise is made out of lie.

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Charles had called you a few days after, telling you to get dressed and he was gonna pick you up at 8. He didn’t tell you the occasion, he didn’t tell you the details and here you were, in a fancy restaurant with all candle lights and fancy music in the background.

You weren’t sure if he had asked the restaurant for a privacy set up or this was how they set up the theme for their restaurant but your table was separated by a door or more like a room where the waiter would shut the door every time they walked in and out through the full-course dinner, leaving both of you all alone in your comfort space. There was also like a glass doors which opened on to a balcony with a view of Monaco at night.

Charles had asked you to head out to the balcony after dessert and you were so glad that you agreed to it. He was so good-looking, the luminesce coming from the moon and street lights made his green eyes looked as if they were glowing which made him looked so, do much more attractive.

“Thank you. I mean, I never thought you would go this far just to celebrate my first job.” You took the first words. It was peaceful, not peaceful as in no other sound. There was still sound of cars passing by, the shallow voices from people in the street and the faint sound of music coming from the nearby clubs.

“I had it plan for a while but I didn’t have any free time to carry on with it so I’m like 2 weeks late. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mind. I really really appreciate it, Charles. Thank you so much.” You stepped closer and placed your hands on his chest and they moved to the rhythm of his breathing. “Let’s give us another chance.”

Charles’s green eyes are now locked on yours but he looked like he needed you to say it again.

“Let’s give us another chance.”

Then you could see the ends of his mouth lifted into a curve, the dimples line that you used trace looking deeper as he pulled you closer by your waist. His eyes studied your face as if he was looking for the sincerity and genuineness to make sure what he heard was indeed real.

“Are you being serious?”

“Yeah! Do you…want to?”

You didn’t know if he nodded to your question or if he even replied to your question but youfelt Charles’s lips on yours and it sent a tingling sensation ran through your body. God, you missed him so much. The kiss was full of gentle urgency, you felt his hand cupped on your face as he deepened the kiss. There was nothing else mattered to you at the moment, there was no fear or worries, no past. You just felt this pure, unconstrained and overwhelming passion that reminded you back that it was him, all this time and it would always be him. The kiss ended only when both of you ran out of breath but instead of pulling away, he leaned his forehead against yours and closed him eyes when you began stroking on his cheek.

“I was scared that if I ever stumbled around you again, you would slip off my fingers and I can’t go through that feeling of having no contact with you, not being able to tell you about my accomplishments or failures all over again. I have been living in a constant terror these past few months it’s frightening—“

“I knew, Charles. I knew. I saw the way you being all restless and fidgeting around me, I saw you scanned my face as if you were seeking for my approval before you could touch me. You slipped off once and you made a mistake but we are all learning, aren’t we? None of us knew exactly what love is, none of us knew how relationship worked but look at us now. It’s okay to make mistakes, I want you to be yourself, be comfortable around me like you always did. We’ll figure things out together and I want you to be with me throughout the journey in my life, in our lives. Promise me that you’ll never push me away, talk to me when things get too hard for you, please?”

“Promise. I love you, doudou. All ways, always.”

And one promise is made out of hope.

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“Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Lando!” You squealed in excitement to the phone as soon as he picked it up.

“I’m assuming things go well between you and Charles?” You had texted him last night that you were excited and scared but he had assured you that you had nothing to worry because he knew Charles, and he knew you.

“Yeah! We made up and he was so happy and I was so happy too I cried last night and he almost cried—“

And Lando stayed on the phone, every words you said felt like it was piercing on his heart but hearing your voice, knowing you were triumphantly joyful felt like the wound in his heart healed instantly,

and then he remembered that you were talking about Charles, and he felt his heart bled, again but almost instantly, over and over, the sound of your joyful laugh through the phone healed the wound, again.

Lando knows he will never be him, but you will always be her.

“Perhaps in another life, I could be the first one to teach you about friendships, about relationships, perhaps I could be the first guy to hold your hand, the first guy to kiss you and the first guy to break your heart. Perhaps by then, you would choose me over him.”

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LOGAN HOWLETT - SPARK

A/N: This one is a bit shorter. I needed to end it where it ends because the next one will be 'so much fun'! This is chapter 3! Also, I suck at creating titles or summaries.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: none

Summary: Charles reveals something more about Y/N's mutation.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 3800+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Two

LOGAN HOWLETT - SPARK

Y/N fell to the ground with a loud thud, groaning. Every bone in her body ached. The first deep breath was hard to do. The second was better. Why did it have to hurt like a bitch? Luckily, she didn’t smash her head against the floor. Concussions were not fun.

“Get up,” she heard Logan’s rough voice. When she opened her eyes, he was standing above her. From the ground, he looked like a giant. “There is no time for napping.”

“Very funny,” Y/N muttered. She sat up, blinking a few times, and then got up. “That hurt.”

“Get used to it,” he said. Logan started to circle her, eyeing her figure. He needed to be sure she wasn’t hurt more than necessary. “What’s goin’ on with ya, kid? You seem distracted.”

Y/N closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Fuck, he noticed. Little did he know it was all his fault. She looked at him through her dark lashes. He stood before her, fists clenched, but the claws weren’t present. While Storm or Kitty usually wore combat outfits for training, Logan would do it in jeans and that damn white tank top. She had a perfect view of his beefy arms and that damn chest.

Of course, she wanted to get the boy back. She kept thinking about it every waking hour. However, this time, it was Logan who engulfed her mind. His scent lingered around her.

She lunged at him, trying to hit his smug face. He was able to grab her whole fist and twist her wrist. Y/N roared from the pain. They were training. Of course, he wouldn’t be hard on her like they would in the real world. Still, it had to hurt.

“Come on, Y/N, concentrate,” he frowned at her. “Last training was better than this.”

Thinking fast, she devised a strategy to help her put him on the ground. However, she didn’t know if it would work. She spun on her heel, wanting to hit his chest with her elbow. As predicted, Logan wrapped his arm around her chest tightly. “Now you are trapped, kid.”

“Maybe,” she hissed. Y/N swung up her legs as high as she could. She used all her strength to yank her feet forward. She could feel how heavy this man was. Luck was on her side, and she threw him over her shoulders and on the ground. This time, he was the one who groaned out of pain.

She held her balance. It was necessary to stay on her feet after a move like that. Losing balance would make her seem inexperienced.

“Fuck,” he cursed, catching his breath. “I was not expecting that.”

“Look how the tables have turned,” she laughed at him. The smile was gone when he tripped her legs, and she ended up again on the floor. “Fuck!”

Logan crawled on top of her. He held her wrists tightly in his grip above her head. “Look who’s laughin’ now. Instead of being amazed and proud of what you did, keep your head in the game and stay focused. Otherwise, you’d end up under the enemy, dead.

Silence surrounded them. Their eyes met. Logan didn’t move away, and she didn’t protest. They stayed like that for what felt like hours. The air got thick. You could cut it with a knife. It was harder to breathe.

His eyes were a darker shade of green with a hint of brown sparkling around the pupil. It reminded her of the woods on a sunny day. Logan was so handsome that she wanted to reach for his face and trace his features. What the fuck was happening?

“Who taught you that?” he asked after a while.

She came back to reality. “Some dudes back in the day,” she made a face. “It’s a long story. Truthfully, I didn’t think it would work, considering your whole skeleton is pure adamantium.” Her eyes travelled lower to his chest, scanning the popping veins on his neck and arm.

Last training, Logan revealed something more about himself. When he told her about the adamantium in his bones, her face turned into something he found adorable. He couldn’t help it. The fascination radiating on her face got him. You are practically indestructible, she commented.

“You sayin’ I’m heavy?” he raised one brow. When Y/N made a face, he rolled his eyes. “Rude.”

“What?! I didn’t say anything,” she protested. Accidentally, she smashed her head against the floor, gasping from the mild pain. “Ouch, that hurt.”

“That’s what you get for being rude.” Logan laughed at her. He got up, holding a hand to her. “Get up before you hurt yourself more.”

She took his hand and jumped up on her feet. Her hand rubbed the spot on her head that she had banged. “Yeah, karma is a bitch. Fucking hell.”

Logan put a hand on her shoulder. “What’s wrong, kid? Seriously. You have been distracted the whole day. And it showed during training. It is the boy?” His eyes filled with concern.

She took a breath through her nose. “Yes.” It was half true. He didn’t need to know. “It’s nerve-wracking when we still haven’t found much information about JJ. It’s been over a week. How hard can it be?” That last sentence was unnecessary.

“I told you it might take some time,” he said. “We need to be sure no one would die or get hurt,” he continued. Logan kept his voice calm. “You got out. They will do anything to keep the boy there if he’s still there.”

She groaned, annoyed by that answer. It felt like things weren’t going as fast as she’d hoped for. They had superpowers. They could do almost anything they wanted. Why wait? “What if he dies? You know damn well what they do to us. I know what they did to me.”

There was no arguing that. Logan saw how beaten up Y/N was when he met her. People did horrible things to mutants just to find out more about the mutation and how to destroy it. Some would call it a modern genocide.

The door to the Danger room opened, and Rogue walked in with a blue mutant. He had a tail and hoofs. He had a long beige coat and a hat on his head. Why was she that surprised? Hank was a big blue furry beast. This one looked like a blue devil.

“Y/N, this is Kurt,” Rogue introduced her to the mutant. “You haven’t met before.”

“How was Europe?” Logan asked him when he approached the couple.

“I was able to find smugglers who kept mutants in cells and sold them to labs and influential people,” he said with a heavy German accent. “There is a whole underground net operating around Europe and Russia.”

Logan glanced at Y/N and made a face. It was a sign to tell her that there were more of them suffering without any help. Would it be immature if she showed him her tongue?

“The Professor wants to talk to you, Y/N. It’s urgent,” Rogue informed her.

With a nod, she left the Danger room without a word. At least her heart would calm down for a minute. She glanced down at her clothes, leggings and a t-shirt. She sparred with Logan for an hour. You’ll have to wait, Professor, she thought.

One quick shower later and a change of fresh clothes, she knocked on his door and stepped in. Charles was there alone, reading a book.

“Take a seat, Y/N.”

Again, she couldn’t read him. He always kept his face stoic, not giving away anything, not even showing anger or excitement. Her eyes followed his every move.

“There is one urgent matter I need to discuss with you,” he started to talk. “I needed some time to be sure that what I’m about to tell you is true. I couldn’t explain it for years, and I think I might have the answer now.”

She leaned against the backrest and listened to him. There was no point in questioning him.

“I have talked to the rest of the staff about it, but they don’t know the result. I wanted to tell you first before I tell them.” When she didn’t give him any reaction, he continued. “I knew about your existence for years. When you were a teen, around the same time when you discovered your mutation, I found you through Cerebro. The plan was to bring you here, where you would become a student and study.”

It felt like a knife to her heart. Charles knew about her, and they didn’t bring her here? “Why didn’t you?” she whispered.

“I wanted to. The plan was to send Hank to get you. All I needed to do was give him exact coordinates. But,” he stopped. Charles took his time to gather his thoughts. “When I wanted to find you, I couldn’t. As if you stopped existing. I didn’t find you as a mutant or a human.”

“What do you mean?”

“For years, you kept slipping. One day, I’d stumble upon you, and a moment later, you didn’t exist. That’s why I couldn’t bring you here. I couldn’t find you.”

She shook her head. “I don’t get it. I never died. I didn’t do anything unusual.”

Charles smiled. “For some time, I thought you were also a strong telepath. That would be the only explanation for why you kept slipping off. Since you came here, I’ve been observing-”

“You looked in my head without permission,” she stated.

“It’s not as it seems, Y/N. I looked when your thoughts were screaming. I never look unless I don’t have to.”

“Then what? What did you find out?”

He sighed. “You are not a telepath. You keep closing your mind, protecting it, like you do with your forcefield. No one can get inside your head unless you want them. That is the reason why I couldn’t find you.”

She laughed awkwardly. “That doesn’t make sense. How could I possibly do this?”

“Your mutation is about protection that keeps evolving with time. We don’t know what else could happen with your training. It’s been trying to protect your brain since the beginning. For example, if there were a mutant with the ability to hypnotise you, it wouldn’t be possible. Your power would protect your brain.”

Her mouth was open, and she didn’t flinch. It was a ton of new information for her. “Holy shit,” she mumbled. Y/N leaned her elbows on her thighs and put her head in her palms. “Oh god, oh no. Oh, this is bad.”

“Y/N?” Charles said her name gently.

“All this time, I thought I got manipulated, and it turned out I did it because I was stupidly in love with that douche,” she said into the aether. Her eyes met the Professor’s eyes. “I did so many bad, stupid things in my life.”

“I’m not going to judge you, Y/N. We all make mistakes and do things we are not proud of.”

Y/N closed her eyes. “I was seventeen when I ended up with a group of people who did some awful things. Some of them were mutants, and some were humans. To survive, we would steal and ransack houses and apartments to get anything valuable out of there. There was a mutant who kept everyone under control. His mutation was hypnosis.

“I did everything he asked. I never questioned him once. He told me he loved me. He told me I was special. Before I ended up locked up, I found out about his mutation. My heart broke. He manipulated me. It turned out to be his hypnosis. Everyone used to be under his spell. After what you’ve told me, I can officially pronounce that I was madly in love with him and did all those things out of love, willingly.”

“Love makes us do odd things,” Charles said.

“Love makes us do stupid, fucked up things, Professor.”

“I will not ask further. I will listen when you are ready to share your life.”

“Honestly, I’d like to erase most of my memories.”

Charles wheeled closer and grabbed one of her hands, patting it lightly. “I know how to do that. It’s your mutation that won’t allow me. Although, I’m not saying I would erase your memories if I had the possibility. The more you train here, the more powerful your mutation is.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back again. “Scott was right. You know nothing about me. How can you trust me?”

“I simply do. I was able to glimpse inside your mind to gather some information about you before your brain blocked me from entering,” Charles admitted. “But you’ve told me you want to turn your life around. I believe you.”

He believed. Would it be enough? What if the others wouldn’t be as understanding as Charles? The thought of seeing Storm’s or Kitty’s faces, disappointed and disgusted by her, made her stomach turn unpleasantly. What would Logan think?

With a shaky breath, she glanced at Charles. Tears filled her eyes. It was hard to say it out loud. “I want you to read my mind,” she whispered. It was scary to let a telepath inside her head.

“Are you sure?”

She wiped the first fallen tear with a finger. “I did some terrible things, Professor. Things that should be punishable by prison or death.” He opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “Look inside and decide if you want to trust me. Look and tell me if you still want to have me here. I want this. I want you to see. I give you my permission.”

Charles stretched his hands to Y/N’s head. He pressed two fingers on both of her temples and closed his eyes. She could feel him travelling inside her mind, wandering to places she hated the most. More tears escaped her eyes. More pain came back to life. She needed him to see, to know her, and to understand what she felt. He must know what that boy means to her, why she wanted to save him.

He exhaled loudly and opened his eyes once he finished. Was it fear reflecting in his eyes or disappointment? She didn’t know.

“It was not your fault, Y/N,” he said after a while.

She shook her head, shaking. The tears were hot on her cheeks. “It was. I did all those things.”

“No,” he said firmly. “You didn’t know what you could do. Many young mutants, when they come into this school, they experience something similar. It’s not your fault.”

Y/N sniffled and hid her whole head in her arms, trying to shield herself from the world. “How can you trust me when you saw it all? There is blood on my hands.”

Charles thought about it before he said: “You let me in. You let me see your past, the darkest days of your life. I could feel your pain, your fear and your anger. You think you are damaged, but you are not, Y/N. I saw what you dream of. You want peace. You want to experience happiness and freedom. You can have it now, here.”

“When Scott learns it all, he’ll hate my guts to the maximum,” she stated.

“Scott doesn’t hate you. He’s overprotective, I’d say.”

Y/N bit her tongue. She didn’t want to be rude in front of the professor. They took her in and gave her a roof under her head. It would be disrespectful to talk badly about Scott Summers.

Fuck, but did he get on her nerves.

. . .

Logan was in the lab, looking at floor plans of the facility in Salem. He had his arms crossed over his big, hulking chest. His mind was elsewhere. His eyes were maybe staring at the screens, but something else was going on inside his head.

Storm was observing him the entire time. She noticed he started to spend more time with Y/N. He agreed to train her, to make her stronger. They shared the same wit. It was funny to watch their conversations. She had to admit it was nice to see him like this. She heard him sigh and shake his head.

“You okay?” she asked him. Her legs brought her closer to him.

He spun his head to the side, raising one brow. “Why wouldn’t be?” he said roughly.

“I just wanted to be sure,” she shrugged. “I’ve noticed some changes, you know?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Logan, and turned his head back to the screens.

Storm had to laugh. “Come on, Logan. You used to be stand-offish, grumpy and now, well, I can’t say you are a rays of sunshine, but there has been a change. Why could that be?” she teased, grinning at the man. She brushed a strand of her white hair away from her face.

Logan frowned at her. “Come on, Storm, what are we, five?”

“It’s nice, you know?” her lips turned into a smile. “You care for her.”

He sighed. “I’m going to leave for a day,” he announced, skipping the other topic. “I need to go back to Salem. I need to take a look at the facility.”

“No,” she turned to him, pressing a hand on his chest. “We’ve talked about this. We’ll go as a team. It is not a solo mission.”

He rolled his eyes. “I am not saying I’ll do it alone. All I need is to get a better look at the whole place. Maybe sneak in and try to locate the boy. I have to do something to get this mission going. It’s taking us longer than usual. What if I discover something that will help us? Or worse, what if I find the boy dead?”

Storm shook her head in disbelief. “We do these things as a team, remember?”

There was no point in arguing. When Logan set his mind on something, he wouldn’t stop. He stopped at the metal door to the lab. “If someone asks, I’ll be back tomorrow.” With that, he was gone.

He thought Storm would stop him. He thought she would call the Professor and the rest of the team, forbidding him to go. Nothing happened.

Logan went to his room, grabbed his brown leather jacket, and ran back down. The sooner he’d leave, the better. Logan was never the one to sit and wait. He was tired of waiting. They sent him once to get the kid and failed. This time, he wanted to do more.

His eyes found Y/N walking from Charles’s office, looking like a bag of unhappiness. He could smell the dry tears on her face. “You alright, kid?” he had to ask.

Y/N’s eyes lifted. She brushed her hair away from her face. “Oh, yes, I’m fine,” she said plainly.

“What’s with the tears?” he pointed at her face when he approached her.

She noticed the jacket on him. Was he leaving? It gave her a perfect opportunity to change the topic. “You going somewhere?”

“Uh,” he scratched his nape, trying to come up with something. “I need to take care of some things.”

There was something fishy about it. Y/N squinted at him and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t want to be nosy, but what kind of things?” He would have mentioned something to her during training, right? Why was she thinking like this? He didn’t owe her anything, not even an explanation. He could do whatever he wanted.

Logan realised he couldn’t lie to her. Not now, with those red eyes and puffy cheeks. “I’m going back to Salem.”

Her mouth opened. “I’m going with you.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m doing this alone.”

She put her body in front of his, not letting him go anywhere. Her soft and worried features hardened. “Logan, you promised,” she pressed her hand firmly against his chest. “You promised me you’d take me.”

He sighed. He knew he should have taken a different way out. “Look, Y/N, I promised to take you on a mission with us. It is something I have to do alone. I need to get us more data to move on. Understand?”

“No,” she stood her ground. “You are going back to Salem. You are going to the lab. I’m going with you. I know the place. I can help you, Logan.”

“Y/N,” he warned her. “You are not ready-”

“Bullshit, Logan. I know I’m not the best. I know I need more training. But, fuck, you know damn well I am ready to do anything to get JJ. So, for the love of god, take me with you.”

“Fuck. Fuck!” Logan cursed under his nose and brushed his wild, dark hair with his fingers out of frustration. “You are a stubborn woman, Y/N.” He didn’t like this one bit. Plus, he knew the team would get angry when they found out where they went.

“It was time for you to learn something new about me,” she smirked at him.

Logan sighed, defeated. “Fine, I’ll take you with me. However, you will listen to what I say. You will do as I say, you hear me, kid? I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Y/N winked at him, and a big, bright smile appeared on her lip. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”

“It’s going to be a long night. I’ll meet you at the garage in five minutes. Hurry up before anyone knows,” he said. “Put on something warm. The nights are colder.”

She saluted him and ran as fast as possible up to her room to put on something comfortable. Y/N packed a denim jacket and put on a warm hoodie. The jeans she wore were stretchy. Also, the sneakers were a good choice for that day. There was no time for anything else. The last thing she was able to grab was a few dollars.

Afterwards, she ran to the garage as he said to meet her. Her heart was out of control. She could feel it in her throat. Things were moving forward. Fucking finally! No matter how it all would end, at least she was doing something.

Y/N got to the garage and looked around. She found Logan standing by a black Audi. It wasn’t new, but it would do. Who owned all those cars? There were many in the garage. “You are on time,” he said.

Y/N found a motorbike near a wall. It was a black and brown Harley. It looked familiar. “Wait,” she pointed a finger. “Didn’t I fall from the bike?”

Logan opened the door to the driver’s side. “Twice,” he said. “Come on. We have to move.”

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Sunshine and Flowers

Logan Howlett x plus size reader

Logan has had a great many loves in his long life and he’s over it. He doesn’t want to lose anyone else yet somehow, the annoying and very much younger art teacher at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, wormed her way into his heart.

Warnings: grumpy and sunshine, jealousy, Logan is a dick but we been knew, reader is kind of oblivious and touch starved, age-gap (reader is mid 20s and Logan is old as shit), Logan POV, bit of a slow burn, reader and Logan are Keely and Roy coded

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“Yo Logan!” The seemingly ever present pounding in the older mutant’s temples suddenly got worse, the band around his forehead tightening as the young woman cheerfully skipped up to him without a care in the world. Her arm looped through his own, tucking herself into his side, like she always did.

“What d’ya want?” He grumbled. It was easier to just ask her outright than stay silent and her chatter away at him for an hour before she finally got to her point. Y/N beamed up at him, her e/c eyes sparkling. “Wellllll… I was wondering if you wanted to come with me on a little field trip with the kids! I was thinking of bringing them to the MET, you know because art.” She waved her right hand around as if to emphasise her point.

“No.” Logan said firmly.

“Aw please! Please Logan! Please! Please! Please!” He could practically feel his blood pressure rising as Y/N pleaded with him, pulling on his arm, acting like a complete child. Dear god, what had he done to deserve this?

With the huge throngs of students constantly being enrolled in the school, Charles had come up with the bright idea to introduce an art program to the children as a way of “expressing their creativity”. But what that actually meant was hiring a new teacher specifically for this class since no adult in the school had even an ounce of artistic talent.

And so six months ago, Y/N Y/L/N, a recent college graduate, strolled into the mansion and never left. Her gift to generate small stars gave her the remarkable ability to light her classroom in any way she wished, allowing her students the perfect lighting to create absolute masterpieces. And like her gift, she herself was a big ball of endless energy that constantly bounced around, latching onto whoever she came across, and more often than not, that person was Logan.

For some inexplicable reason, she gravitated to him, always seeking his approval, trying to get him to engage in activities with their students, among many many other things that made the older man truly resent when the final bell of the school day rang and she would float into his classroom, ranting about something or another. The only way he could get her to stop was by distracting her, usually by shoving her in the general direction of her best friend, Alex Summers.

But Havok was on a road trip with Sean and Peter for the next month, so he had been abandoned. Logan sighed as her grating voice made his sensitive ears ring, and the overpowering smell of her flowery perfume was a downright assault on his senses. “Logan, come on! It’ll be soooooo much fun! I’ll even buy you lunch after!”

While the temptation of free food was great, Logan knew it wouldn’t be worth spending the entire day with Y/N glued to his side, forcing him to do whatever she wanted. Taking a deep breath, prepared to let her down as gently as he could, given that his patience was hanging on by a thread, he would probably be more rude than he wanted to be, when he paused, really taking in the young woman.

“Is that my shirt?” He drawled, his dark eyes flicking over her plump body. She was wearing one of her typical outfits, white converse splashed with paint, shorts that very well could be called Daisy dukes, they were that short, with little flowers embroidered on them. Her chubby thighs almost entirely on view with one of his favourite red plaids on top of a black tank top instead of her usual blouse, making her sizeable cleavage pop. Y/N looked away bashfully.

“Yeah, I um found it in the movie room and it looked so warm so I took it and it’s super comfy like seriously how do you get your shirts so soft it’s really weird but they always smell like cigars so I guess that’s the downside. That’s not to say you smell bad! I’m just saying that it’s like your trademark-“

There she went again. “It’s fine kid, just wash it before you give it back.”

“What about the MET!” She called after him.

“Maybe.” He grumbled and with that he walked away, be-lining for the kitchen where he stashed his Vodka, losing her in the sea of students just getting out of class.

“Now, for today’s class, we’re going to go over some art history!” A collective groan resonated through the room but Y/N’s bright smile never faltered, it actually got bigger as she looked over her small group of students sitting around the art-filled room. “I know, I know but this stuff is important! Art plays such a big role in human evolution. Actually, the argument can be made that our ability to create art is what truly sets us apart from other animal species-“

There was no denying that Miss Y/L/N’s class was a favourite among the young mutants. Her rants not only served to brighten up their day but they also prevented her from giving out any actual work. It especially helped when most of them came from Logan’s class the period before. He was quite well known to be, well there’s no delicate way to put this, a hard ass.

So when, during this spring afternoon, with just a month left before summer break, Logan strode into the art class, his heavy boots thundering loudly against the hardwood floors, everyone was shocked. Y/N was pacing the room now, well and truly absorbed in her own thoughts, which became an impassioned speech as soon as the words formed in her mind. Logan cleared his throat as he leaned against the door jam, his jaw cleaned tightly when she didn’t answer or look at him.

The collection of children were now starting to get nervous as the seconds ticked by, Logan’s eyes getting steadily darker with anger, the muscle in his lower jaw working over under his mutton chops. They could all see his famous tempter growing and none of them wanted to be on the receiving end. “Um Miss?” A young girl spoke up, trying to break her train of thought. But nope, that couldn’t stop her.

Logan was getting fed up now. How in the hell did these kids even learn anything with the way she was carrying on? “Kid.” He growled, immediately making the entire class freeze, including the young teacher.

“Oh Logan! Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She laughed nervously, pulling on the edge of her sheer pink sleeve. He noted she was wearing a dress today, it was frilly and absolutely drowning in flower print, with translucent sleeves that went all the way down to her wrists.

“Right, Wheels needs us in his office. Now.” He pressed as she opened her mouth to point out she was in the middle of a lecture. Y/N nodded then addressed the class. “All right, students. I guess you’re getting out early today. No homework!” She was quick to jog out of the room before the kids were able to leave their seats, effectively avoiding the clambering mass of them trying to practically sprint out.

Her smaller hand easily slipped into Logan’s bigger one, intertwining their fingers as her left hand came up to rest on his exposed forearm. He felt the cool of her metal rings against his skin. Unconsciously, he noted that he had never seen her wear any kind of jewellery before. “Did Charles say what he wanted?” Her eyes caught his brown ones, falling into step with the older mutant through the quiet halls. Logan just shrugged, fishing a half used cigar from his breast pocket and sticking the thoroughly chewed end in his mouth, a sharp canine slicing into it.

“Hmm.” She hummed, her gaze shifting down to her feet, trusting Logan to guide them to the headmaster’s office. “Do you think it’s a mission?”

“He doesn’t send you on missions.” Logan said firmly.

“Yeah I know but it could be! Stranger things have happened.”

“Like what?” He humoured her.

“How about Peter actually scoring a date~” She teased, making the Wolverine’s lip turn up briefly in a smile then dropped again into a frown before she could see.

“You do have a point.” He conceded. They rounded the last corner and came to a stop outside the solid door of Charles’ office. Logan went to knock, a muffled ‘please come in’ sounded before his permanently bruised knuckles could meet the stained wood.

Charles sat behind his grand desk, glasses perched on the end of his nose as he looked over a mountain of paperwork that gave Y/N a headache just from looking at it. She pulled her hand from Logan’s and bounced over to one of the two chairs in front of the headmaster, immediately making herself comfortable.

Clasping her hands on her lap with her back up straight, Y/N focused on the older mutant as he took off his reading glasses and laid them on what looked to be his grade book. Logan himself leaned against the doorjamb, much like he did in the young woman’s classroom, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest.

Charles sighed deeply as he looked at his teachers. “There really is no way to say this delicately so I suppose I’ll just say it: Erik’s come home.” Logan’s entire body seized with an emotion akin to fear.

“Fuck.” He snarled. But Y/N had an entirely different reaction. Her face visibly lit up but not with excitement but instead with the joy of someone who didn’t have to lie anymore. Charles raised an eyebrow at the young woman, prompting her to explain herself.

“He slept in my room last night, there was no other free space.” She said casually as if she hadn’t just dropped the bomb that she spent the night with a dangerous mutant who hadn’t hesitated to kill before. “Don’t worry! I was being safe. He slept on my couch.”

“Like that makes this whole thing any better.” Logan muttered under his breath but only Charles heard him. The telepath gave him a strange but knowing look before turning back to the young art teacher.

Her smile wavered only for a moment before returning with full force. “He was super nice to me! He even picked out my jewellery today.” She flashed her hands towards the headmaster, showing off the various silver rings that adorned her fingers. Logan huffed at her naivety but Charles had an entirely different reaction. He took her hands into his own, delicately tracing the metal with a soft touch.

“Erik did a good job, they look wonderful. But Y/N, I still want you to be wary. Erik can be very volatile and unpredictable and his abilities far outmatch your own. Just be careful.” She gave a firm nod. “Although, I believe you could do him some kind of good to be around someone who finds him tolerable.” Charles gave a not so subtle glance toward the Wolverine who scoffed and rolled his eyes.

An awkward and tense silence fell over the trio. Y/N cleared her throat, tugging on the hem of her dress which lay only an inch above her knees. “Is that all you wanted to tell us?”

“Well, I do need to speak to you about this art trip you have planned. Logan, you’re welcome to stay, you might find this information useful.”

“Fuck no, I have better things to do with my time.” He regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. She visibly flinched at his words and her smile became so fake it made him ache. Charles’s own expression fell as he sat back in his high-back chair.

“Then if you’ll please excuse us, we have some things to discuss.” He said sternly, quite obviously not pleased with Logan’s rudeness. “Close the door on your way out.”

As the door swung shut behind him, Logan caught the smallest whimper escaping her lips and the muffled words of his old friend consoling her.

The manor was almost dead silent as Logan emerged from the cave that was his room. There were no sounds of footsteps (save for his own), or screaming or chatter, there wasn’t even the ever present clatter of utensils from the kitchen.

Curiously, he wandered through the empty halls, occasionally glancing into the empty rooms he passed. Just as his dark brows began to furrow with concern, Ororo turned the corner, nose buried in a book. “Hey Storm.” Her dark eyes met his own.

“Logan?” She replied with a curious head tilt before returning to her book. Logan huffed through his nose.

“Where is everyone?” She gave him a strange look and glanced over her shoulder as if the answer to his question was just behind her. The young mutant snapped her book shut.

“At the MET? You know the big field trip that Y/N organised. I thought you were going with them. She has been talking about it for weeks.” Logan’s frown deepened. That was today? Storm seemed to pause as she took in his stormy expression. “Oh, I guess you forgot. No wonder she was so upset when they left. I guess it’s a good thing Erik went with her then.”

Just then, noise exploded through the halls once more as dozens of feet stomped on the expensive hardwood. Ororo sighed heavily through her nose, upset at not being able to have a little more quiet to finish off her chapter. But Logan remained frozen in place, his veins filled with icy terror. “Repeat that last part?”

She glanced at him with a devastating side eye. “Evidently, Erik saw how upset she was this morning when you didn’t get on the bus so he decided to go with her to take care of the kids.” She shrugged and tucked the leather-bound volume under her arm. “She looked like she was going to cry before he stepped up.”

Poison curled in his gut but he quickly stamped it down. Just then, kids and teens stampeded around the corner, hyped up on what Logan guessed to be sugar and excitement. And right smack dab in the middle was Magneto, his head thrown back in laughter, the corded muscles in his neck and shoulders rippling with the movement. His right arm was bent allowing for the soft hand of the younger woman to rest on his forearm. Y/N was smiling shyly at him, not used to the undivided attention he was giving her.

As they passed him, Logan caught her eye. She barely even gave him a glance but he saw the sadness deep within those e/cs and he knew it was because of him. She quickly looked away, drawing her gaze back to the dangerous mutant who was speaking once more, his laughter fading. But Logan couldn’t hear what he was saying over the roaring in his ears.

He watched them until they disappeared into one of the many living rooms of the manor. “At least he got her smiling again.” He barely registered Ororo’s words before she too left him.

This went on for weeks. It seemed that everywhere he turned, Logan would see the unlikely pair together. Whether that be baking in the middle of the night, reading quietly in the library, working on lesson plans, he even saw them training together!

He watched them from afar as they grew closer and her pull away from himself until one day he was walking out of his classroom after a long day. “Wait up!” Unconsciously, Logan slowed his pace , a smile crawling upon his face. He expected the familiar weight of her touch against his arm, the smell of her floral perfume and the bright sound of her laughter but when a blur raced by him, his heart dropped.

Y/N flung herself at Erik who was just a few paces in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug too tight to be just friendly. He caught her easily, his arms winding around her thick waist and tugged her closer.

Logan forced himself to turn away, missing the sad look she cast him, heartbreak clear in her eyes.

The end-of-school party was alive with laughter and music. Lights floated over the small dance floor that had been assembled in the gardens. Professors mingled on the wooden stage, swaying to the smooth acoustic guitar Kurt was strumming. But Logan’s attention was trapped on the centre of the crowd where a small circle of space had been formed and trying as hard as he might, he couldn’t look away.

Y/N twirled in time with the music, her eyes shut as she let it wash over her. Her skin glowed in the golden sunset, the sweat along her brow sparkled like glitter as she moved. Pale green tulle embroidered with dozens of sunflowers floated around her, her dress fluttering in the light breeze. She was absolutely breath-taking. No weight rested on her shoulders nor anxiety in her face. She was serene, she was like a goddess in human form, dancing and delighting with mere mortals.

How badly he wanted to stride across the gardens and take her into his arms, to feel her curves beneath his palms as they moved together. Logan shook himself from those thoughts and took another sip of whiskey. The alcohol burned as it slid down his throat but that was nothing compared to the burning rage in his stomach as another man approached her.

Erik, dressed in a matching dark green suit, caught her mid-twirl, his left hand holding her hips in place as he captured her left hand in his right. She fell easily into step with him, her once fluid movements becoming a slow waltz.

Logan was so consumed in his anger that he hadn’t noticed another person walking to his side until they were right next to him.

“Why are you so worked up about this? You’ve made it very clear that you can barely even tolerate her.” Logan’s scowl deepened, his eyes growing even darker with rage as Hank spoke to him. “I mean even I’ve heard about the things you’ve said to her and I barely leave the lab.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Beast.” He didn’t bother to hide the way he was glaring at the pair. Almost as if in slow motion, Erik pressed his lips to her ear, speaking in a whisper so quiet, even Logan’s powerful hearing couldn’t pick it up. She pulled away from him for just a moment and hope bloomed in his chest. But it quickly died as she nodded in response.

Erik took her hand, their fingers intertwining as he led her away. Logan slammed his now empty glass down on the temporary bar behind him and stormed off towards the couple. The music faded away as he ran.

Her laugh carried on the breeze, the skirt of her dress fluttering behind her. Logan ran faster, now regretting the tight suit pants and button-up he donned for the evening as they got steadily further and further away.

Without thinking, he made a sharp left, launching himself over the perfectly pruned flower beds Charles loved so much and tore through the gardens. Then suddenly, she was within sight. One heeled foot was over the threshold but he still had a chance.

With a final burst of speed he grabbed Y/N’s wrist before she could enter the manor, forcing her to let go of the other man. “Don’t go with him. Please.”

“Logan, what are you doing?”

“I can’t let you go with him. Y/N, I-“ He swallowed harshly, his grip tightening ever-so-slightly. Y/N looked over her shoulder to the other mutant only to find him gone. “Fuck why can’t I just say it.”

Her body was fully turned to him now. “Say what?”

Taking in a deep breath, he looked into her eyes. “I love you.” The slap came out of nowhere, knocking the breath from his lungs. Y/N’s jaw was dropped in shock as if she didn’t see it coming either even though it was her hand that now burned with the sting of meeting his unshaven cheek.

“Let me go, who-who put you up to this?” She attempted to pull away from his hold but he wouldn’t let her go.

“Y/N-“ He started but was quickly interrupted when she spoke again, tears spilling down her full cheeks and voice wavering.

“No. You can’t feel that towards me, you barely even like me. You’ve made that very clear over the past couple weeks, no the past year! You brush me off! You make me feel like an idiot! You ignored my blatantly obvious feelings for months and now you say something?!”

“You feel the same?” He asked in disbelief.

“Of course I do! That’s why I asked you to go to the MET with me. I was gonna bring you to the American wing where all the native art was because I know you love it so much and then I was going to tell you. But then you were just so awful to me when Erik got here and you forgot about the trip!” Once again, she tried to break his grip but Logan instead tugged her back and right into his broad chest.

With a massive paw, he cupped her soft jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Can you just let me explain?” Her bottom lip popped out in a pout but she didn’t object. “I have lost so much, too much. Every woman I have ever loved has died because I loved them. And you, you are so young and so beautiful and way too kind for your own good. I love you more than anyone else and I guess that scared me. I pushed you away. But I can’t do it anymore, I can’t watch you fall for someone else.”

“Goddamnit.” She growled before her arms shot out and wrapped around the back of his neck so she could yank his face down to her level, and then she kissed him.

Stars burst around them like little fireworks as he pulled her closer by the small of her back. Her hands travelled from his neck downwards so her fingers could curl into his shirt like she was terrified that this was all just some dream.

“You do anything even remotely close to that whole fiasco again and I will let Erik do whatever he wants to you.” She murmured against his lips.

“Just kiss me again, sunshine.” And she did.

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doromoni · 8 months

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Initial Start | CL16

Charles Leclerc x PR! reader

warnings: implied intention of cheating

requested : yes/no

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Summary: the collision and a bracelet that started it all for Charles Leclerc

2019, French GP

~'Y/N"~

The sound of engines roaring was deafening , but it couldn't beat the thumping of my heart as I felt it in my chest. Interning for a world class race team did that to you, nerves bouncing off every circuit turn as I watched our team's drivers speed at an average of 220 mph, the constant droning of instructions from engineers and driver radios filled the room. I could only pray that no accidents were to happen, the team cannot handle another media roar; no, not after last season. I was stationed at the very back of the garage, along with Melanie, Mclaren's PR executive who was violently tapping her foot waiting for both cars to cross the chequered flag. A sigh of relief escaped both our mouths as Carlos zoomed past the line, and then Lando moments after. The team clapped and cheered as both drivers finished, and even managed to earn points.

Melanie gave me a nod and signalled for us to head to the front of the garage and meet and brief both drivers for their media schedule. Seidl, gave us a small smile as we walked past him and the group of engineers who were still doing final checks and ecstatic mechanics who's jobs are made easier as both cars have not faced major damages in this race.

My lips bloomed into a grin as I spotted in the distance, both Mclaren drivers who I've become very fond of, making their way towards the garage. Giddy and distracted with joy, not being able to contain my elation to congratulate both with a hug, I bounced into a jog , not noticing the flash of red moving by my peripherals.

"Ow" I muttered as I rubbed my shoulder, rolling and twisting at the joint to ease the pain. A hand was then at my face, forcing me to look up, then I saw him. The greenest of eyes, yellow circled its center, sparkling in the sun and the deepest sets of dimples I have seen and a set of furrowed eyebrows, as worry spread all over your face. Lips moving but nothing registers in my head, only a name . Charles Leclerc.

Shaking out of my stupor, realizing that he was offering his hand for me to stand, only now comprehending that I was at the floor while he was bent down and was asking if I were okay.

"Hey, I'm so sorry, are you alright? " he muttered , hand still extended. Quickly nodding and accepting his offered hand, I stood up and dusted my pants.

Noticing that people were staring, "Thank you , and I'm so sorry... uh goodbye" I said, red from embarrassment and offered a quick bow as I proceeded towards the Mclaren drivers – who now sported the same worried expression as the ferrari driver. Making an im ok face and pulling both drivers away from the scene, making an effort not to look back and search for the most angelic eyes i've ever witnessed up close.

~'Charles"~

"And that is P3, Charles! Congratulations" the radio buzzed as Jock, my engineer cheered. A smile spread through my face as the adrenaline pumped through my veins as I passed through the chequered flag. Another frequency followed "Let's bring it back safely, well done" , schooling my voice, and clicking the radio button I quickly replied " Copy guys, Thank you everybody! Merci! "

Parking my car in the P3 space, another grin plastered on my face as I witnessed my team jumping and cheering for me behind the barrier. Quickly removing my helmet and balaclava, I sprinted and jumped towards the awaiting arms of the ferrari crew. Several congratulations from all over showered me, some being muffled by the loudness of the cheer from the crowd.

After race interviews are always a blur of congratulations and questions, But nevertheless part of the contract. I took time to talk to the drivers who were on the podium with me, sharing our congrats and a few laughs. And before I knew it , we were sent to our garage to prepare for the podium ceremony.

A bit drunk from ecstasy and the gradual disappearance of adrenaline, I did not notice the body barreling towards my side with speed, until I felt a slight pain on my arm and heard a small "Oof" below. Only to realise that I had bumped into somebody, feeling immediately sorry, as the pain is worse for them than me. The person was obviously smaller and weaker than me as they were on the floor whilst I kept standing.

A girl clothed in orange, black and blue, the colors of Mclaren – with a distinct straight dark chestnut brown hair cropped to her chin; hair covering her face as she rubbed and rolled her shoulder muttering a small "Ow" . Feeling even worse, I quickly bent down and offered my hand and apology. At the sight of my hand she finally raised her head and I was stunned at the sight.

Big doe eyes, slightly slanting on both sides, the color of ink at first glance but the hue of the richest caramel and toffee when lit by the sun – now glazed with unshed tears. The most adorable of noses, small as a button tinged red from pain and the sun. Lips slightly parted , a plump pair with the upper lip slightly fuller than the bottom – remnants of gloss leftover and a small puncture wound on the bottom left; I could only assume it is a nervous habit of hers, as she briefly bit her lip before parting. Beautiful...

Shaking my thoughts, I quickly spoke "Hey, I'm so sorry, are you alright? " hand still offered. She nodded and took my hand, soft but a few calluses on areas that littered areas most of my friends have... golf perhaps?. Pulling both of us up , she dusted off her pants. Head shooting up, her widened eyes meeting mine again for a second . She then quickly uttered a soft thanks and apology.

"Thank you , and I'm so sorry... uh goodbye". Her voice was smooth and sweet with a tinge of rasp, a unique blend of accents that I could not pinpoint. Before I could even reply, she made a short bow and walked towards the two mclaren drivers, I only now noticed. As fast as she appeared , she left, not once looking back .

Sighing, I proceeded to walk towards Ferrari's garage, but abruptly stopped when I spotted a simple gold bracelet on the floor . Picking it up and giving it a glance – when my name was called from the Ferrari garage, I shouted a quick acknowledgement and jogged towards the open steel door. Looking back at the bracelet, engraved on it are small initials, y/n l/n . Was this bracelet hers? I should probably give this back, it looks sentimental. Another shout told me to move quicker , not wanting to be late for the podium. I pocketed the bracelet and made a mental note to find her in Mclaren and return the bracelet , surely we'll see each other again . I know that I could ask my PR manager to give it back , but I personally wanted to return it and possibly even talk with the captivating stranger.

2022, Bahrain GP

~'Charles'~

"Shit, shit, shit...." I fumbled and flipped my driver room upside down trying to find it. Where the hell did I place it?! Not giving up, I continued to search every corner trying to find my lucky charm. I cannot drive without it on me, "MERDE!" I cannot help but shout as my annoyance started to get the better of me. How could I even misplace something so important? Running my hand through my hair exasperated , a huff of disbelief escaped my mouth.

Spiralling thoughts were cut short as I heard several quick knocks come at my door. Still annoyed , A gruff and agitated "what" broke my silence. The door opened revealing my now teammate, the Spanish native driver, Carlos Sainz .

"Are you ok? You sounded angry" He muttered , his eyes widening as he took in the state of my room. A tense sigh was all I could muster. "Clearly not .... " he trailed quietly as he stepped into the room and quietly closed the door making sure no camera was near.

"What happened ... was it, you know? " He said softly, he did not ask because he already knew my answer. I nodded, my long term relationship with my girlfriend is falling into ruins and it is tearing me to shreds, not many know this, only my closest friends and family are aware, and I intend to keep it that way.

"No, there is more, " The Spaniard pressed. A smile passed my lips as it amazes me how our bond has grown in the span of a year alone in Ferrari, he already knew my telltale signs .

"I cannot find the lucky bracelet , it's not in my pocket" I said defeated as I sat at the chair near me. This will be the very first race that I will not have near me, the bracelet that reminded me of the year that I got my first podium under Ferrari, the only reminder that the girl with Toffee eyes and chestnut short hair was not a part of my imagination, but reality.

It was after the podium celebration of the 2019 French GP , that I was able to find myself walking towards the Mclaren motorhome to return the bracelet that sat securely in my pocket. Only to find the majority of the motorhome empty, spare few who are still at the front desk. I was informed that an emergency meeting was called upon the Mclaren headquarters and most have already left the circuit. Saying my thanks, leaving the building with a reminder to go back to the next race . Time was fast and it was already the Austrian GP, having the bracelet again in my pocket, yet she was not there . Not a hair of chestnut could be seen, not in the next race , or the next , or the next, till it had been a year and a sight of her was nowhere to be seen. Nevertheless , the bracelet had been a permanent resident in my pocket , as I had hoped to return it one day. Then another year passed, still no luck , and at this point the gold bracelet with the initials y/n l/n had become my lucky charm that accompanied me in every race, stored safely in my right pocket.

"You mean the bracelet that you thought that you had lost during Monaco last year?" Carlos replied confused. Again, I only nodded, in fact it was not lost then I just placed it in the wrong pocket , and when I reached for it in its usual spot, finding it not there made me panic and lose control. Letting out yet another heavy sigh and running a hand on my face, looking up at Carlos – who was giving me the weirdest look.

"What's that look for?" I asked tiredly. A few seconds after, confusion was replaced with a smirk .

"The bracelet that you insisted be found at all costs and asked to be made into a necklace, because you didn't want to lose it again? " Realisation dawned on me like a bucket of cold water . Quickly reaching for my neck a wave of relief washed over me as I felt the cold burn of the metal on my fingertips as I fiddled on it , making sure that it was real. A quiet curse left my lips as the Spaniard only laughed at me. Giving a playful glare at my teammate as I hid the bracelet – now necklace, back into my fireproof shirt.

Shaking my head after the initial scare, I remembered that Carlos was shouting something at the door before he entered. "So , what do I owe you the pleasure of you knockin on my door" I asked as I started to fix the damage i had done to the room

"I said that I need you to come out and meet somebody" He says as he leaned on the closed door. "Now? Who? You do realise that we are expected to be in our cars in like 20 minutes" I said looking at the clock on the wall. He rolled his eyes and nodded yes.

"Yes, right now! We found a PR executive to replace Felicity ... well for the mean time" I gave him a "really" look, couldn't we meet after the race? Sensing my thoughts, He answered "Yes you could meet later, but No. Look, this person is actually really important to me so please meet her now, she's already outside talking to the engineers" Seeing the sincerity of the Spaniard, I gave up and nodded my head. A huge smile spread on his face, as he pulled me by the arm towards the female whose back was towards us talking with one of Carlos' engineers.

"Y/N!" Carlos suddenly shouted, making the woman turn towards the voice that called her name, a smile plastered on her face.

Stopping in my tracks , as shock and disbelief covered my face. It's her ...

The glowing smile only grew on her face as the Spanish driver pulled me further towards her.

She looked the same, yet different , more mature, an air of elegance radiating off her — hair is still short, but now styled perfectly as one side fell longer on her face. But her eyes ... still the same, big and doe. The hue of caramel and toffee, disguised as ink by the absence of light. The color that I searched for years.

The cold metal hanging on my neck now feels heavier and even burning further, the initials branding my skin.

"Charles, meet Y/N L/N, our new PR executive"

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gridgirldrabbles · 1 year

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Which body part do you think the drivers would like best?

(I’m so sorry this has taken me so long to answer!)

Charles - I think Charles would adore your hands! Whenever you’re within reaching distance he’s got his hands interlinked with yours, occasionally planting a soft kiss on the back of you knuckles which without fail makes you smile every time. Also seeing how much smaller your hands are in comparison to his would make his heart flutter.

Pierre - Let’s be honest, Pierre is all about the ass. He would love to see you in a tight pair of shorts or a short skirt, anything that was easy access to be honest. His hands would constantly be all over it, squeezing it and slapping it whenever the mood came (which was basically all the time). It would be super common for him to lay in head on your bum and use it as a pillow.

Daniel - Your eyes! He loves looking into your eyes as often as he can, and it’s easy for him to get lost in them as he thinks they’re the most beautiful thing in the world. Usually Danny can tell what mood you’re in just by looking into your eyes and he adores how much the colours change throughout the day. Plus, seeing you stare up at him through your lashes was a massive turn on for him!

Lando - He would absolutely love your lips. Sometimes you’d get annoyed because when you’d be talking to him he would stop listening and get distracted by the way your lips were moving. You could never stay annoyed for too long though because he’d capture your lips with his and say it was your own fault for being so captivating.

Max - Tits for SURE. Would constantly have his hands on them whatever mood he was in, almost as a kind of comfort. The way he could feel your heartbeat in your chest when he did it made him feel connected to you and almost always made him feel calm. Let’s not pretend that’s the only reason though, they’re also super hot. Whenever he was in the mood it wouldn’t be a surprise when Max’s hands got a bit more grabby than usual or his mouth ended up peppering kisses across every part of them that it could reach.

Carlos - Much like Pierre, carlos is an ass man. He loved watching it jiggle when he’d spank it as you walked past him. You would always get fake annoyed and tell him off but he knew from the blush dusting your cheek and the sparkle in your eye that you loved when he did it. His hands could usually be found in the back pocket of your trousers giving your cheek a bit of a squeeze, even when out in public which has definitely been caught by the cameras more than a few times.

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Hi there! Could I request ikemen vampire suitors reaction to MC with galaxy eyes that glitters in the sunlight and when looking at the stars. Vincent, Charles, Leonardo, Vlad, Faust, and Comte.

How pretty!

IkeVamp HCs: SO with Galaxy Eyes

How do they react to an so with sparkling galaxy eyes?

Suitors: Leonardo, Vincent, Comte, Faust, Charles

Leonardo

What gorgeous eyes she has...

His cara mia is already pretty enough as she is, but it's her eyes that truly captivate him. He could spend all day dreaming of their splendor.

Especially in the dark. The way they glow and sparkle is enough to put him under a trance. As a pureblood, he has been alive for a very long time. Centuries and decades and yet, he has never seen such eyes like hers before.

He will definitely spend his time complimenting and teasing her, often cupping her face at random and tilting her head upwards to lock eyes with her, just to get lost in those sparkling orbs of light and to see them widen in surprise as his own soften in affection for her.

She is precious, the most beautiful he has ever seen and he will make sure he tells her that one way or the other as many times as she may need to hear it.

He will press a kiss to her forehead and caress her cheeks with his fingers as he peers into her glowing eyes. When questioned, his response will come as naturally as the sunrise.

"No reason. I just felt like looking at the stars."

Vincent

He can barely look away from at all...

Her eyes...so beautiful...

From the first moment he sees her, he is speechless. Her long lashes framing her large, iridescent irises could have lit up the room if it were dark.

He takes no issue with telling her how lovely she is. Particularly when it's dim and she seems to be glowing, her eyes like a calming light in the darkness.

She is so angelic and breathtaking to him, he wonders if he could even dream of replicating her in a painting.

He isn't confident that he can, but he can certainly try. So when he does get around to asking her to model for him, he only ends up getting distracted by her eyes, so much so that he forgets to paint. It isn't until she asks him if he is alright that he remembers what he is meant to be doing.

"Ah, Sorry, its just...your eyes are so beautiful, I got a bit lost in them. I don't know if i can do them justice..."

Comte

If the door could take him through time, her eyes could take him through space.

He could see the entire night sky in her gaze and he will never tire of telling her this, even if she is embarrassed.

She is a beauty and she needs to know that. Especially when she can be seen in the day, her eyes seeming to gather the light and emit their own ethereal glow.

He wonders if there are any jewels in the world that could compare to hers...

If there are, she could easily put them to shame by batting her pretty lashes, making her orbs glitter beautifully.

On the chance that he does find a particular gemstone that does happen to remind him of her, he gifts it to her, the stunning gem complimenting her perfectly as her eyes sparkle with delight at the gift resting against her collarbone.

"As I thought, it looks beautiful on you. Even if it doesn't quite compare to your eyes, ma cherie."

Faust

What lovely eyes...simply remarkable.

Can humans have such eyes? Is she human?

Once it is confirmed that she is indeed human, he finds it doesn't deter his interest in the young woman. In actuality, his interest is just the slightest bit piqued all the more.

He will keep his opinions on her eyes to himself, silently observing her during the day as they catch the sunlight and shimmer as her thick eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings.

Its rather fascinating, especially when she catches different shades of light through her dazzling irises, reflecting several colors like a white diamond.

He finds it truly mesmerizing when her eyes glow dimly in the darkness, like a feline's, but more enchanting, more alluring. He may randomly seek out her gaze, simply wanting her to look his way so he can observe those spectacular eyes of hers.

"Fascinating. Let's see what colors you can show me with those eyes..."

Charles

Wow~ Incredible!

The man is awestruck at her beauty when she looks in his direction with those starry eyes of hers.

It's like slipping into a pond of stars and constellations.

He will not be averse to spending ages staring into her gorgeous gaze, to the point the maiden herself is blushing from the embarrassment, only adding to her already stunning appearance.

He will simply gush about it every now and again, because every time he thinks he is getting used to it, her eyes capture yet again in the dark of night, with an ethereal glow that makes her appear otherworldly.

It's enough to put him in a trance. She could tell him to do anything and he would. Not that he wasn't already crazy for her but she has him even more in love with her beautiful eyes. And Faust will certainly hear the most of it.

"I could spend all day looking her, Docteur! She has the prettiest eyes in the whole world and they sparkle so much and when she blinks, her lashes make them look like stars in the day, and, and..."

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Learning the Truth Chapter 2

AKA Rupert fucking loses it? Maybe?

Either way, with Rupert missing, he's wandering the streets of West Mesa, and Charles and Henry have to look for him. Will they be able to find him? And more importantly, will Rupert finally understand himself a little more?

Nothing serious in the TW department. A mention of alcoholism, but that's about it

Rupert woke with a start, finding himself on a park bench near a playground. Had he been asleep all night? He grazed his shoulder as he felt the heavy weight of the blanket on him and felt a bit happy that someone had at least taken pity on him and given him something to keep warm. Not that it mattered much in this heat. He shook off the blanket to give to the next person and stood up, looking over the playground and trying to think about the fond memories he had here.

At one point when he was two years old…

“It’s not that scary is it?” Terrence glanced at Rupert, who looked at him with a bit of uncertainty as he whimpered softly, making soft babbling noises as Reginald smiled.

“Rupert, if you want, I’ll go down with you. I don’t mind,” Reginald said. Rupert stared at Reginald blankly before shaking his head, climbing up the slides steps before looking down at the ramp below. Terrence followed closely behind, being ready to grab Rupert if he started to cry. Which he would, usually, but this time, he felt particularly brave.

Every time he’d ever done this, he had been with his mom. She would always tell him that he can do it and how strong of a boy he was and oh goodness this looks a lot steeper then he thought, maybe he should bail-

“Hey Rupert…” He heard Terrence say. He glanced over at him, the sparkling flecks of gold in his hazel eyes somewhat shimmering.

“It’s OK if you can’t do it you know. There’s no shame in admitting that you can’t slide down,” Terrence said, “Otherwise I can give you a push.”

“Terry!” Reginald shouted, “That’s not the answer and you know it!”

“No!” Rupert shouted. It was probably his favorite word when he was this age. Rupert glanced down at the slope, feeling determined before sliding down. He fell forward and his face hit the soft dirt below as Reginald shouted, running towards him.

“RUPERT! Rupert are you alright?” Reginald said.

“Reg, stop worrying, you’re gonna scare him!” Terrence said, “Well little dude, was that so bad?” Rupert thought about it for a second. It did feel kinda scary at first, but it also felt kinda good.

“No,” Rupert said, smiling at them. Reginald let out a sigh of relief as Terrence gave him a flashy grin.

Rupert didn’t really understand the memory, nor why it had come to him, but what was it supposed to prove? Sure, Terrence was a bit of trouble for the government forces from what he had heard and he couldn’t even begin to describe the fight he had to even pin Reginald down when he was arrested (he was bitten at least a couple of times), but remembering this made him feel like he was seeing a different side to them.

Why did he hate this feeling so much? He was so conflicted it wasn’t even funny anymore. And remembering all this wasn’t helping. Feeling overwhelmed, he headed out of the park and out into the streets, hoping to look for something else to distract him.

But he kept remembering it.

Big strong arms, a soft smile underneath a perfectly coiffed mustache and goatee, one red and one blue eye looking at him with such pride and love…

He leaned against the wall before sitting down, feeling a burning in his chest.

No… you’re the bad guy… I can’t miss you…

- - - - -

GlitterToppatGirl: Rupert’s missing?!

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Yeah, pretty much. He basically ran away after I had an awful fight with him. I should have worked things before going to bed, but he called me a FUCKING MACHINE.

GlitterToppatGirl: Oh well you have every right to be angry then. Look, no need to message the rest of the Toppats, I’ll let my dad know and we’ll try to get as much ground covered as we can. You said you were in West Mesa, right?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Yeah

GlitterToppatGirl: Alright, I’ll try to get dad to help out. If Rupert is important to Miss Price, then I wanna make sure he’s safe too. Even if he is the enemy.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Thank you so much for this Amelia. I really do appreciate it. And I know I’m basically signing my soul away, but I basically owe you one.

GlitterToppatGirl: I can take payments of your soul in installments 🤭

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Now’s not the time to joke but I appreciate the gesture…

Charles suddenly heard a ping in another message box as he wished Amelia farewell and opened it up.

N00BSLAYER2006: I’m coming out there to help you.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: You don’t have to

N00BSLAYER2006: I need to.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: You just wanna rub this in his face next time you see him don’t you?

N00BSLAYER2006: No, I wanna make sure he’s alright, because I know what it’s like to feel like you’re losing bits and pieces of yourself.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Uh? Where did you get that?

N00BSLAYER2006: Never mind I’ll be there in an hour. Meet me at the train station.

Before Charles could object any further, Henry logged off, leaving him a bit dazed as he looked up to see Minerva at the door.

“I asked everyone in the neighborhood I knew. They said they haven’t seen him at all…” Minerva put her head in her hands as she sat on the bed, shaking a bit as Charles pat her back in reassurance. He couldn’t leave her behind, but at the same time, he couldn’t miss Henry. Henry was offline right now and he couldn’t let him know that they should meet at Minerva’s house.

“You need to go,” Minerva said softly, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“Alcohol?” Minerva glanced at Charles warily for a second before shaking her head.

“Threw it all out don’t worry. I don’t think I even have it in me to grab anything to drink anyway,” Minerva said softly. Charles was conflicted. He had to meet Henry at the train station, but he didn’t want to leave Minerva all by herself, where she could potentially inflict harm upon herself if given the chance. Suddenly he heard another ping in his messenger.

ToppatKingReg: Charles, I heard about what happened with Amelia. I’m going to send out a couple of Toppats to look around the West Mesa area so they can find him. If there’s anything else you need, let me know.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Uh, actually, do you think you could send someone to look after Minerva? She’s kind of in a state and I have meet with Henry soon. I don’t want to leave her alone.

ToppatKingReg: I understand. I’ll send someone right away.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief as he headed downstairs, looking to see Minerva sitting on the couch in silence before sitting next to her, leaning on her as she put her arm around his shoulder.

“You don’t have to stick around. And you don’t have to get anybody to come look after me. I’m not a child,” Minerva said.

“I’m still worried about you. I want you to be safe, just as much as I want your son to be safe. I love both you so much and I would hate for anything to happen to you two,” Charles said. Minerva sniffled as she nuzzled his forehead.

“Thank you, Charlie. I really appreciate it. I guess if you two do end up tying the knot, then I’ll be more then happy to give my blessing,” Minerva said.

“Blessing? For playing with rope?” Charles asked as Minerva chuckled.

“I’ll tell you about it later,” Minerva said.

After about twenty minutes of waiting, they heard a knock on the door as Charles went to answer it. He opened it and saw Burt standing there, twirling his cane a bit. Charles almost thought he looked a bit awkward without his usual top hat/headphone combo, which he had replaced with a beanie of sorts. A bit strange, considering how hot it was outside.

“Hey Chuck,” Burt said, “Who am I looking after?”

“I keep telling you not to call me that. Follow me,” Charles said. Burt chuckled.

“Whatever you say, Chuck,” Burt teased as he followed Charles into the house and Burt looked to see Minerva sitting on the couch.

“Hello. You’re a Toppat, aren’t ya?” Minerva said.

“I’m not wearing my top hat today, but I am indeed a Toppat. You’ve never met me, but I’m Burt Curtis,” Burt said, introducing himself.

“Well, Burt, tell Reg I’m glad he’s concerned about me, but he has no need to send someone to look after me,” Minerva said.

“Wow, I wish I could leave! But I’m afraid you’re stuck with me. I’m under direct orders,” Burt said.

“Ah, I see…” Minerva said softly.

“Thank you, Bertram, I’ll be on my way then,” Charles said as he headed out the door.

“Hey, don’t call me that!” Burt said.

“Don’t call me Chuck.”

“Hm… nah.” Charles rolled his eyes as he exited the house and glanced at his internal clock. He could make it if he ran. So he ran with all his might.

After about thirty minutes, he finally reached the train station, looking around as he tried to spot Henry.

Maybe he’s on the platform.

He headed over towards the train platform, glancing around as he gazed over the platform and saw Henry, gazing at him with his deep blue eyes. Just as he was about to call to him, a train suddenly passed by, coming to stop just a few feet away. He waited for the train to pass before seeing that Henry was no longer there.

“Henry?” Charles said softly.

“Charles.”

Charles jumped as he saw Henry standing not too far from him, his eyes filled with determination as Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

“Henry… geez, I can’t believe that you’re here. I don’t know what-”

DON’T WORRY ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW, Henry signed before he motioned for Charles to follow him. Charles’ eyes widened as he headed behind him, Henry taking out his scooter as he beckoned for Charles to hop on. Charles obeyed, hanging onto Henry tightly as they headed back into town.

“Where to first?” Charles shouted as Henry revved up his engine.

“Park,” Henry said as he sped down the road.

- - - - -

Rupert felt a bit dizzy. He hadn’t really eaten since last night and even then it wasn’t much. He sighed as he entered a restaurant and ordered something, sitting down at one of the tables to think. Come to think of it, as he ate, this kind of reminded him of something…

“RooRoo…” Jaques said softly as Rupert stared at the plate in front of him.

“NO!” Rupert shouted, slamming his tiny hands on the table.

“Rupert, if you wanna be big and strong like your uncle, you’d better eat your broccoli,” Minerva scolded. Rupert shook his head. He must have been three at the time, still not a big talker. But he still liked saying “No” a lot.

“Rupert, you shouldn’t be so picky. If you don’t eat your broccoli, you’ll be so tiny that you’ll have to use a step stool every time you want to use the sink!” Jaques said. Rupert still shook his head, which made Minerva glance at Jaques worriedly.

“Hmmm, I recall your mother talking about ordering an ice cream if all the vegetables on your plate were gone. But, she didn’t say who it would go to, so I guess since you don’t want wanna eat them, I’ll eat them for you,” Jaques said.

“OK!” Rupert said, pushing his plate towards his uncle.

“And then I get to have your ice cream too!” Jaques said mischievously, already spearing one of the little pieces.

“NO! NO WAIT!” Rupert shouted, pulling the plate back towards him. Jaques smiled humorously as he saw Rupert debating his options at this point, trying to figure out if it was worth it. Finally he took his fork and carefully speared one of the pieces of broccoli before putting it in his mouth, making a face as he chewed. This continued for a few minutes before he looked up at his mom hopefully, before she shook her head with a soft smile.

“Alright, alright, you’ve made your point. Jaques has to pay for the ice cream though,” Minerva said.

“Huh? Really?” Jaques said.

“Oh please, quit acting like you’re not made of money from that ‘job’ you brag about so much. It’s not like ice cream is that expensive,” Minerva told him. Jaques chuckled as he glanced at the menu once again.

“Alright, fine. I’ll order for everyone. What flavor do you want, RooRoo?”

Rupert’s eyes lit up as he smiled really big.

“CHOCOLATE!” he shouted. Jaques beamed back at him, a warm sweet smile.

Rupert snapped out of it as he felt tears springing in his eyes. No… Jaques was the bad guy right? But why did every memory he think of feel so warm?

He had to push this out of his mind. Maybe he should blow off steam somewhere. A place he used to go when he was very young. He finished his lunch and headed out the door.

“EXCUSE ME YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR THAT!” someone shouted. Rupert pursed his lips before he bolted, realizing he had left his wallet at home.

“STOP! THIEF! Someone stop him!” the waiter shouted as Rupert ran down the street as fast as he could, his blood turning cold as ice as he hid in an alleyway. He breathed out a sigh of relief, trying not to concentrate on the fact that he just did a dine and dash.

It was only one time. You’re not a bad person. You’re not a bad person.

- - - - -

Charles paced around the park as he looked around with his various visions. He found that Rupert had been there recently as Henry eyed the playground nearby.

“Rupert has been here…” Charles said, “I think we missed him though.” Henry only shrugged as Charles gave him a hard look. However, he couldn’t exactly criticize Henry’s apathy towards the situation. Rupert had always given him a hard time due to his past, so it was only fair that Henry wasn’t too keen on finding him that easily.

“So are we going on a wild goose chase for nothing. I don’t want Rupert to get hurt,” Charles said.

WHO KNOWS, Henry said, MAYBE WE’LL FIND A CLUE HERE, MAYBE WE WON’T. ALL I KNOW IS THAT RUPERT ISN’T GOING TO BE HIMSELF FOR MUCH LONGER. Charles felt himself turn a little cold as he turned towards Henry.

“What do you mean? Is he… is he going to-”

HE’S NOT GOING TO HURT HIMSELF. LET’S JUST SAY IF WE KEEP GOING DOWN THE PATH WE’RE GOING RIGHT NOW… Henry hesitated for a second before shaking his head.

NEVER MIND. WE’D BETTER KEEP GOING. LET’S LOOK AROUND THE PARK SOME MORE. MAYBE SOMEONE HAS SEEN HIM.

“Hello again, Stickmin.”

Charles and Henry turned to see Johnny Panzer himself, a sort of determined look on his face as he glanced at Charles.

“And if it isn’t the oh so important government pilot,” Johnny said.

“Former government pilot. I got kicked out,” Charles said.

“How’d you manage that?” Johnny laughed.

“Does it really matter to you?” Charles hissed at him as Johnny backed off.

“Take it easy! Actually, you guys tend to hang around him more; have you guys seen Rupert?”

“Funny thing, we’re actually looking for him ourselves. I thought Minerva would have told you he ran off after last night,” Charles said.

“What? I’m not here because of Ms. Price. I’m trying to arrest him.”

“WHAT?!” Even Henry shouted with Charles as both their eyes went wide as Johnny shrugged.

“It’s the strangest thing! Apparently he was involved in a dine and dash just a few minutes ago. I don’t know what came over him. He was always a bit of a troublemaker and he often liked to bend the rules, but breaking the rules? That doesn’t seem like him…” Johnny shook his head.

“Rupert committed a crime?” Charles whispered.

IT’S NOT THAT IMPRESSIVE. HE’D HAVE TO DO SOMETHING REALLY RECKLESS TO IMPRESS ME, Henry said.

“Well, that’s all the more reason to find him! I’m not saying that he’s becoming a bad person, I’m one to talk, but he can’t lose himself like that! C’mon Henry we have to go!” Charles shouted as Henry ran off towards his locked scooter.

“Just be careful! And let me know if you do see him!” Johnny shouted.

Charles gripped onto Henry tightly as he revved up his scooter and began to speed off.

“Where else could he have gone?” Charles said, “No one in the park has seen him…” Charles began to wrack his brain as he suddenly got an idea. He opened up his messenger and started to text Minerva.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Minerva?

MinniePrice3: Yes, what’s wrong?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: You said that Rupert would often sneak out to hang out with friends when he was younger. Do you know where he might have gone?

MinniePrice3: Oh dear, he could have gone anywhere. Most of his old haunts are pretty much buildings now. There was old abandoned building he used to run around when he was younger. It’s only Hatcher Street, but I wouldn’t be shocked if he made his way out there. The question is if it’s still there.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Well either way it helps. Thank you.

“Henry, do you know where Hatcher Street is?”

“Duh. I used to live here,” Henry responded.

“Minerva said that Rupert might be out there. Let’s see if we can’t corner him!” Charles said.

“That’s halfway across town. I don’t know if we’ll make it on this thing.”

“We have to try!” Henry let out a small sigh before nodding his head, speeding along the streets. Maybe he could catch him. He did know a shortcut.

Meanwhile, Rupert was getting kicked out of a cab after admitting that he didn’t have a wallet, being called a lowlife as the cab sped away. It wasn’t too far of a walk to Hatcher Street, but he desperately need money and he needed it badly. Suddenly, he saw something. There were two Toppats, talking to each other… and pointing at a bank.

Man, that made his blood boil, just seeing two criminals out in the open and of course, no one was going to catch them or do anything about them. They would just steal and steal and never do anything good or-

“HEY!” One of the Toppats shouted at him. Rupert jumped a bit as he glared at the Toppats, who approached him.

“Yeah, I think this is him…” he said.

“Who?” Rupert said softly, backing away.

“Hey, we don’t want any trouble. We were asked to look for you, but we got a bit sidetracked.” The Toppat knelt his head towards the bank as Rupert glared at him.

“Look, I don’t care what you guys do in your spare time, stealing is wrong and you know that!” Rupert shouted.

“Whatever floats your boat, goody-two-shoes,” the Toppat said, “C’mon, you need to come with us.”

“No, I don’t want to go anywhere with you!” Rupert shouted.

“Look your mom is super worried about you,” the other Toppat claimed, “I don’t think Reg will take too kindly to you running off.”

“And we weren’t exactly asked to be gentle…” the Toppat said.

“WAIT!” Rupert shouted. He suddenly had an idea. A very morally bankrupt one, but it was better then nothing, “Is robbing a bank… really that fun?” The two of them exchanged glances before one of them shot him a grin.

“We could show you if you like,” the grinning Toppat said.

“But you have to stick with us the entire time, even if you get caught,” the other said, “Do you promise that?” Rupert gulped. He hoped this was enough of a distraction.

“Sure, why not?” Rupert said softly. The Toppats motioned for Rupert to follow them as he tried desperately not to be seen. He looked and saw one of them pull out a phone and start typing while the other asked him to follow him.

“Rash is getting the map of this bank right now. It’s very important. Now you should go in just as normal customer. There shouldn’t be too big of a line, but if you just sit at one of those couches and read a magazine, you should be fine. You’ll serve as a look out. Once you get a good idea of the security, message me-” he pulled out his own phone, “-And I’ll cause a distraction. Then you slip away and follow Rash’s instructions, OK?” Rupert gulped as he nodded his head.

So he went through with the plan. He entered the bank, trying to act as nonchalant as possible as he sat on the couch and grabbed one of the financial magazines, thumbing through it as he looked around, trying to see if anything was off. There was a security guard that was stationed at the door, a few security cameras here and there, but nothing more really. Guess they don’t usually expect too many robberies.

He pulled out his phone, positioning it just behind his magazine and messaged the Toppat outside that there was no one else in the bank besides one security guard.

Crasher9000: PERFECT! I’ll be in in just a second!

Rupert felt his mouth go dry as Crash ran inside with a weapon, shouting as the teller started to shout, locking up their windows as the security guard rushed him. Luckily, Crash was able to incapacitate him long enough for Rupert to escape and head around the building as Rash smiled.

“This is the good part. Follow me.” Rash led Rupert to another door on the other side as he picked the lock, opening the door and gesturing for Rupert to follow him inside. As they passed through the small hallway, they heard the teller crying out as Rupert felt sick to his stomach. But now was his chance. Maybe if he could slip away…

“Where do you think you’re going?” Rash said, grabbing Rupert’s arm, “I need your help carrying this!” Rupert felt a bit nauseated as he was passed a couple of bags of cash.

“Take these and meet me outside. And let Crash know we’ve got the loot while you’re at it.” Rupert nodded his head as he ran outside with four big bags of money, heading out the door and dropping them on the ground before messaging Crash. Suddenly he heard sirens. Oh no…

Rupert tried to flee, but Rash managed to grab him before then.

“C’mon newbie, you’re fleeing with us whether you like it or not!” Rash shouted.

“NO!” Rupert shouted, kicking him in the leg. Not enough to hurt him, but at least enough to keep him from grabbing him again as he ran right out of the alleyway into another police car.

Part of him wanted to give away the location of his robber “buddies” as the officers sat in the car, their mouths agape, but Rupert winced as he ran the other way as fast as he could, running farther and faster then he had ever run before.

He finally stopped and looked around, realizing he was far off from Hatcher Street then he thought.

He found an old abandoned building and lay low in it, trying to breathe as he found it more difficult to do so. His vision was turning pink again…

Why? Why did this have to happen and now?!

Rupert felt the room spinning around him as he tried to keep his feelings under control, try to find some ground, but he felt himself floating in the air as he clenched his fists.

“FREEZE!” Rupert turned and in his faint vision he could see a police officer had his gun pointed at him.

“Price… I’m sorry to say this but you’re under arrest!” the officer said. Rupert squinted his eyes at him.

“No…”

Suddenly a blast of energy caused the officer to be launched backwards. He wasn’t too hurt, but he felt like the wind was knocked out of him as Rupert began to walk away, feeling sick to his stomach.

I really am the bad guy now…

- - - - -

Charles and Henry must have searched the entirety of Hatcher Street for at least an hour and a half. The two of them finally met up, letting out a small sigh as Henry shrugged.

“Henry, what if we never find him? I never got a chance to apologize to him. I… I was hurt by what he said, but honestly, I love him so much, I’d forgive if he was right in front of me right now…” Charles said, choking up a bit as tear drops displayed on his eyes. Henry patted his shoulder as he tried to reassure him before they were suddenly approached by an officer.

“Excuse me, sirs. We’re looking for a suspect in a bank robbery. Two Toppats were assisted by a civilian in robbing the bank over on Shatter Road not too far from here,” the officer said, “We were wondering if you knew anything?” Henry and Charles exchanged worried glances as Henry signed at the officer:

WHAT DID THE SUSPECT LOOK LIKE?

“Well, that’s the funny part. A lot of people are saying that it was Price! I can’t believe it. I thought he went into the government forces, not into crime!” Charles felt a strange feeling his stomach as he smiled.

“Ah, well, I hate to say it, but we haven’t seen him at all,” Charles told him.

“That’s funny. Panzer said that you guys were looking for him earlier,” the officer said, a sort of cold look in his eyes.

“Well that’s because we were looking for him because he ran away! Not because he was committing crimes!” Charles said, “I didn’t think he had it in him…”

ME NEITHER, Henry signed, clearly impressed. Suddenly the officer’s radio went off as he listened closely before nodding his head.

“On it. Sorry, but I have to take this. Apparently, they found those two Toppats over on the other side of Hatcher Street. Maybe Price is there as well. Maybe we can talk some sense into him.” The officer ran off before Henry turned towards Charles.

“What are we going to do? I feel like we’ve explored this entire street and there’s still no sign of him…” Charles said.

THE BEST THING WE CAN DO NOW IS HOPE WE CAN FIND HIM HERE, Henry signed, glancing around the street a bit

“I don’t know if he’d stick around if he knew he was in trouble,” Charles said, “Let’s start by going down Hatcher Street and seeing what lies beyond. Maybe we can see where he went from there…”

Henry nodded his head in agreement as they both got on the scooter and started heading down the road once again, their minds racing.

Rupert was in an abandoned factory on Juniper Street, not too far from Hatcher Street as he tried to keep himself calm. Things were really starting to fall apart. It was almost as if it felt natural, breaking into a bank, dine and dashing, resisting arrest, and assaulting an officer… he was in pretty deep now. Even if he could come back from all this…

Nothing could compare to the fact that he finally understood why the government forces had kept him under such a tight microscope. Not to put pressure on him now that he seemed qualified for the position, but to make sure he didn’t slip up, he didn’t regress.

He didn’t become a Toppat…

But then again, what was so bad about being a Toppat? He thought about what Charles had said last night. That despite how bad they were, they were also very strong. Maybe, just maybe...

No he couldn’t be! He couldn’t seriously be thinking about becoming a Toppat. He thought about today’s events and considered it. Coming back from all that was going to take a lot of hard work. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was demoted or worse: kicked out.

Just like Charles.

Maybe that wasn’t so bad. He reflected on his childhood, finding places like this and hanging out with his friends until he got kicked out, usually by police officers. Why was he such a trouble maker back then? It wasn’t like he had a troubled childhood. Maybe it was because he wanted to blow off some steam.

He had two fathers, one who had helped conceive him but ran away and one who was jackass from when his mom married him to when they finally moved out here. What the heck was she thinking? What the heck were any of them thinking?

Maybe he should try again. A long time ago, his friend had convinced him to steal a couple of things from a convenience store. While the rush of stealing something felt good, he couldn’t help but feel bad about the paycheck cuts the store clerk might have suffered. Still it was just a few bags of chips and a soda. So whatever.

Maybe he should go bigger…

As he walked further down the street, he spotted a jewelry store, obviously the most modern building on the street. He strolled past it, eyeing the jewels inside and feeling a strange rush go over him. What was going on? Why did he feel like this now? He never felt like this before…

He felt a surge of energy rush through him. If only this dumb glass window wasn’t in the way… if only he could reach inside and just grab what he wanted…

Another flash of pink in his vision and suddenly the window shattered, causing an alarm to go off. He gasped as he glanced around, wondering if anyone saw him before he jumped into the store, grabbing an expensive looking bracelet before running in the other direction as fast as he could, trying to keep his face hidden as he felt his heart pounding in his throat.

Eventually, he ducked back into the abandoned factory as he inspected his new prize. It was a beautiful bracelet, a small thin gold chain with a beautiful turquoise gemstone embedded within it. He wanted to feel bad, he really did. But some reason, he couldn’t find it in himself to feel bad anymore. A wicked smile crossed his face as he began to laugh, feeling invigorated for the first time in a while.

He had already committed so many crimes.

What was one more?

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espithewarlock · 8 months

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Happy @1016week! Day 5 - Boat!

This is Part 3 of my 'Love in a Minute' series! (Part 2 & Part 4 have been released, Part 1 will be on Day 7! They can be read in any order!)

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They were finishing up a lovely day out on the water, just the two of them out on Charles’ boat in the middle of the sea. Charles had been about to restart the engine to bring them back to the dock when Pierre had other ideas. He peeled Charles’ swim trunks down as he pushed him into the captain’s chair and spread his legs.

He had a plan, of course. An ulterior motive. While Charles was otherwise distracted a few minutes earlier, Pierre had pulled out the small box he had hidden away in his bag and slipped the ring into the pocket of his own swim trunks.

Now that Charles was properly blissed out, breathing heavily and coming down from his high, Pierre grabbed the hand that was tangled in his hair and slipped the ring onto Charles’ fourth finger.

It took Charles a full minute to notice. Once he did, he startled and jerked forward, nearly kicking Pierre from where he was still kneeling.

“Pierre, what the hell is this?” Charles practically shouted, eyes flashing between the ring and Pierre’s amused smile.

“Are you saying no?”

“Am I saying…what the fuck…I’m not…you haven’t even asked me a question!”

“It doesn’t seem like I need to,” Pierre shrugged lightly and let his smile curl the corners of his lips.

Charles groaned and put his hands over his face. “I am not telling people that you proposed by giving me a blowjob on my boat and then slipped a ring onto my finger when I wasn’t even looking!”

“Why not? That’s what happened.”

Charles actually kicked him for that one and Pierre couldn’t help but laugh at the glare on his face. The glare held for a few seconds, then Charles dissolved into the most adorable giggles.

“Oh my God, Pierre. Please. I am begging you to ask me properly so I can look maman in the face when I tell her we’re engaged.”

Pierre gave a long, suffering, exaggerated sigh. “Well, if it’s for Pascale, then I suppose I must,” he looked up at Charles innocently and cleared his throat, “will you, Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Lecle–”

Charles smacked his shoulder. Hard. Pierre started laughing again and brought one of his hands up to protect himself.

“You are impossible,” Charles muttered, “be serious. Please.”

Despite the words, there was amusement and entertainment in his eyes and a smile on his face. Pierre knew that Charles wasn’t mad, far from it really, but he also knew that he had teased the other man long enough.

Pierre straightened himself and grabbed Charles’ hand, rubbing his thumb gently over the ring that he had already placed there. He knew exactly what he wanted to say.

“Charles,” he started softly, feeling him relax at the more serious tone, “Calamar. Mon amour. I have loved you from the moment I met you. The first time we kissed, I knew what true perfection was. There is so much I love about you, from your brilliance, to your determination, to your compassion and love for the world. You are my perfect partner, my soulmate, my whole world, and I want to be by your side for the rest of my life.”

He took a deep breath and stared up into Charles’ green eyes that seemed to be shining with happy tears. “Charles Leclerc, will you marry me?”

There was a pause where it looked like Charles was too choked up for words, then a mischievous grin curled over his face.

“I don’t know,” Charles said lightly, “some asshole just put this ring on my finger and assumed–”

Pierre threw his head back and laughed loudly, standing up and pulling Charles up with him. “Now who’s the one not being serious?” he teased, tilting their foreheads together and wrapping his arms around Charles’ waist.

He felt Charles’ arms come up around his shoulders and hug him close. Pierre absolutely adored the way that Charles’ eyes sparkled and his dimples gave away how happy he truly was.

“You know,” Pierre continued slowly, “I’m going to tell both of our Pascales that you called me an asshole instead of answer–”

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you, Pierre Gasly, you idiot,” Charles connected their mouths together, before Pierre could retort, and swallowed his laughter.

They kissed slowly and sweetly for a few seconds, then Pierre felt bubbles building up in his chest. He bent his knees slightly to get a more secure grip around Charles’ waist and lifted him up so he could spin them around.

The bubbles spilled out into gleeful laughter for both of them. Pierre had never felt this light and happy before with his fiancé…his fiancé…in his arms.

He knew, of course, that Charles was going to say yes. They had talked about getting married and decided together that it was something they wanted to do.

Still, knowing that Charles was going to say yes and actually hearing it out loud were two very different things. Pierre couldn’t hold back the grin that threatened to split his face open and he didn’t want to.

After a few seconds of spinning to the sound of Charles’ delighted laughter, he set his fiancé back down as the boat rocked gently under their feet.

They breathed together for a bit, simply existing in each other’s spheres as the happiness and satisfaction of the day washed over them.

Pierre could feel Charles’ wrist twist against his shoulder and he turned his head to see Charles flexing his fingers in the sunlight.

“This ring is gorgeous, Pierrot,” Charles said, almost absently as he admired the piece of jewelry.

It truly was lovely in its simplicity. It was a black ring that sparkled in the sunlight with tiny black diamonds and had a thin, white-gold band in the center.

Pierre had visited several stores to find one that fit Charles’ masculinity and his love of fine jewelry, without being plain or boring. This ring suited him perfectly and Pierre was incredibly satisfied to see it resting in its permanent home.

“You’re gorgeous,” Pierre retorted, leaning in to kiss Charles’ cheek and hearing him giggle in response.

“Stop it, you sap,” Charles playfully tried to push him away and escape.

Pierre only tightened his arms in response and chased Charles’ lips with his own. “Never,” he promised, kissing him deeply, “you’re stuck with me forever now.”

#1016 week 2023 #1016week #Day 5 - Boat #piarles #10 x 16 #fanf1ction #Espi's Love in a Minute Series

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circusgoth-dotcom · 3 months

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Posers

Ship: Charles Lee Ray x Ash Englund (Rockstar AU)

Word Count: 682

Summary: A conversation in a dirty limousine. CWs for descriptions of unsanitary settings, brief drug mention, Charles spits phlegm onto the car's floor, suggestive ending.

Tag List: @canongf @rexscanonwife @futurewife

This was the cheapest limousine Ash had ever ridden in. Granted, Charles was only known for frivolity when it came to drugs and lavish hotels, if he really felt like splurging, but this seemed like a new low. The cab reeked of bad booze, mainly, and the seats were duct-tapped and filled with cigarette burns.

The carpet was probably a stunning paisley at one point, but too many nights of Z-list celebrity bodily fluids had turned it into the ugliest cheetah print imaginable. Ash and Charles sat side-by-side, with Ash trying to ignore the squalor he found himself in and Charles glaring at a poster in his hands, and Tiffany sat across from them, filing her nails and occasionally becoming distracted by the grime on the windows. Eddie had been shunted up front with the unquestioning, world-hardened driver.

“I would complain about the car situation, but it seems something’s already got you occupied. What’s on your mind, Chucky?” Ash asked, hovering over his boyfriend’s shoulder in an attempt to get a look at the poster for himself.

“It’s a limo, isn’t it?” Charles grumbled before fluttering the paper angrily and snapping, “It’s the damn opener they’ve got for us tonight. Fuckin’ posers, I tell ya.”

“Well, how do you know that?” Tiffany asked, glad to be distracted by something that wasn’t filth or disrepair.

“I did my research, that’s how I know.”

“Is that why you made me stand guard while you snuck into the surveillance office at the hotel the other day?? So you could use the computer??” Ash asked, bemused. “Y’know, you could’ve just gone to the library.”

Charles ignored him. “Alright, fuckin’, get this, you see this little shit here??” He showed the poster to Tiffany and pointed at the frontmost band member.

“Yeah, what about him?”

“Son of Duke De Marino, and he’s trying to claim he’s like us.” He snorted up some phlegm, making Ash wrinkle his nose.

“Chuck, don’t fuckin’ hawk a loogie in here.”

He did so anyway, spitting a white and green blob onto the disgusting carpet. “Too late, already did. Hey, maybe it’ll improve the decor.” He chuckled, though his frustration remained evident on his face.

“Anyway,” Tiffany waved one hand dismissively and used the other to dig through her purse, eventually throwing a tissue over the loogie on the floor. “Duke De Mario, the record producer?”

“Yes, exactly! This is a shit-eating rich kid if I ever saw one who took his daddy’s money and made himself an ‘alternative band.’ And they’re fuckin’ opening for us, Chucky and The Killer Dolls, the most kick-ass band from New Jersey you can think of!”

“The most kick-ass band from New Jersey you’ve never heard of is more like it, we’ve just got loyal fans who bring their friends to shows,” Ash shrugged, then squeezed his boyfriend’s arm. “I get it though, baby, I do. Ain’t exactly anything we can do about it…”

“Other than blowin’ those fuckers out of the water. In a year, nobody’s going to remember The X-Ray Effect, but we’ll still be doin’ pyrotechnics and flirtin’ with groupies, I’m damn sure of it!”

Ash smiled softly, his eyes sparkling as he admired Charles’ profile. “Glad to see you’re in a better mood, babes.”

The partition slid aside, revealing Eddie Captuo’s youthful yet tired and scruffy features. “We’re here.”

Eagerly, the four band members exited the crappy limo and quickly entered the back door of the theatre they were playing at. Charles wrapped an arm around Ash’s waist as they walked, stealing a quick kiss.

“I think I know the answer I’ll get, but what would you say to shaggin’ me in that busted-up wagon after the show?” Charles growled suggestively, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder and back toward the lot where the limo would be waiting to take them back to the hotel. Ash rolled his eyes.

“Okay, Charles, I might be a slut but you know I won’t go that low. I can suck you off in the bathroom afterwards if that’ll make it up to you.”

Charles laughed.

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so idrk this is a little snippet for the maxiel divorce i guess cause i couldn‘t get it out my head and my break at work was long, so a lil smth about charles going with max, dan, lando and the pups to an amusment park and it‘s sorta the beginning of things? anyway sry i just need to write it down jgkdn

Charles watches with a soft smile as Max lifts his little daughter up and then down, and how she giggles loudly in her momma‘s arms, the bright eyes she got from Max sparkling all the way over to where Charles is standing a bit further away to give Max and Dan and their pups a bit of space. He thinks that the poor kids must probably be confused by all of these changes and new people in their life.

When Max asked Charles to come with him today, he didn‘t think of it as a good idea, but throughout the afternoon he could see why Max so desperately wanted him to be there — Dan and Lando were practically attached by the hips, constantly touching in some way, sharing an ice-cream and already a few inside jokes. Which is fine, really, they aren’t over the top but clearly fresh in love, and Charles can imagine how awful it must feel for Max to see Daniel so happy after their divorce. Hell, Charles himself feels like he is intruding something just by watching them from the sidelines, more or less. So he has been trailing along all day, unsure of what it is that he is really supposed to do but hey, he gets to spend time with Max which is always a win for him, even if it is a bit weird. George would tell him that Charles‘s choices are very poor but luckily, Charles doesn’t have any intentions of telling his friend about that.

Alright, who is he kidding — he will probably end up telling George all about this anyway.

He suddenly realizes that Lando has stood himself next to him, and judging by the expectant look in the smaller omega’s eyes, he must‘ve asked Charles something.

Charles blinks, still distracted by Max‘s familiar laugh in the back. „What?“ he asks hurriedly. „Sorry, I was just—“

„Busy staring at Max?“ Lando interrupts him with a grin, eyebrows raised. „Yeah, i noticed.“

Charles ducks his head and chuckles sheepishly, hoping that he can write off the red on his cheeks from the sun that‘s been out all day. Lando‘s a bit of a brat, Charles has noticed, which isn’t really anything he‘d be into, but Daniel apparently very much is. Charles prefers Max‘s quick-wittedness over the snarky remarks, but then again Charles prefers anything Max does over other omegas.

Lando‘s cat-like grin fades out into more of a smile while he’s leaning himself against the wall next to Charles. „I said that I‘m glad Max has you.“

Those words surprise Charles so much that he finally rips his stare away from Max completely. He was probably starting to be creepy anyway. „What?“ he asks again.

Lando shrugs his shoulder‘s a bit, kicking at a pebble with his foot. He seems more serious now, compared to how energetic and sarcastic he has been the whole afternoon. „Dan worries about him, you know? That he isn‘t taking this thing with us very well and, like, locks himself away the whole day or something. They text a lot—which i don‘t have a problem with! But yeah, Dan worries. And Max didn‘t even want to come to our last few meet-ups with the kids — but he looks happier with you, today. So, you know, I‘m happy for him too.“

For a moment, Charles is too perplexed to say anything. He knew that Daniel still worries about Max, Max himself had told Charles about that but out of omega‘s mouth it was more something along the lines of he thinks i need a fucking babysitter, but Charles did get the message. He remembers how Daniel looked at him today after they climbed out of one of the rides they took — it was just some water slide that was friendly for kids, and Max laughed when the water hit him square in the face after a fast slide downwards, and clung to Charles‘ arm like it would have saved him from the cold sprays. It was the first time Charles heard him laugh so wholeheartedly ever since the whole divorce situation, and judging Daniel‘s reaction, he noticed it too. Charles got a quick smile and nod from the older alpha when he helped Max climb out of the round boat afterwards—and Charles knows he probably shouldn’t have, but he felt a flare of pride at that swelling up in his chest.

Lando rips him from his thoughts once again.

„I was hoping we could be friends, like all of us. I don‘t want to keep Max from his pups or from Dan, i don‘t mind that.“ Lando sounds sad, looking up to Charles with somewhat hopeful eyes. „Does Max hate me? Has he said anything? Because I‘ve been trying to talk to him and be nice and all but I don‘t know—I don‘t think he likes me being around.“

„No!“ Charles blurts out too quickly. „I mean— I don‘t think Max hates you. This is just…hard? Max is really sweet. Just, uhm, give him time?“

Lando‘s smile is hesitant, looking unsure of himself for the first time and Charles thinks that maybe he should mention this to Max— who is walking up to them in that very moment, with Daniel and the kids trailing behind.

Charles quickly digs the small spoon into his cup of ice-cream to take a bite and seem less suspicious, though he isn‘t really sure of what, but the sun has melted the ice-cream completely making it more a liquid than anything—and promptly, the cream runs down the spoon and drops onto Charles‘ shirt.

He curses, trying to wipe it off with his finger. Max snorts at that, having reached them and, yeah, Charles really has a habit of making himself look stupid in front of Max.

„Lovely, Leclerc, on a white shirt too,“ Max says drily but he smiles at Charles, fishing himself a napkin and stepping closer in front of the Alpha, starting to dab at the mess of ice-cream on Charles‘ chest. Charles goes still. He hopes it’s not as noticeable as he thinks it is when he sucks in a breath of Max‘s scent, warm and rich and familiar, yet Charles always feels like he smells it for the first time each time again.

When he looks over Max‘s shoulder, he sees Daniel looking at him again, a small smile on the older alpha‘s lips. When he notices Charles looking back at him, he makes a very obvious I‘m watching you motion with his eyes and fingers.

Max doesn‘t notice any of it as he steps back, throwing the now dirty napkin away. He smoothes his hand across Charles‘s chest over to his shoulder, leaving a warmth in the Alpha‘s heart.

„Here you go, needs to be washed but eh, should be gone after.“ Max says, blue eyes squinted into a smile that Charles returns instantly. He gently brushes a hand over Max‘s rosy cheek before he can stop himself, before he can think of the fact that he is only here to act as a support to Max—and not to act on the feelings he has been having for Max since he met him and always felt guilty about when Max and Dan were still together. It would be unfair of Charles to act on them now. Max deserves a friend he can lean on, not an Alpha trying to chase after him.

PLSSS I LOVE THESE DRABBLES APPEARING IN MY INBOX AND AKSKS THEY!!!!!!!

Max and Dan still being close and just want what's best for their kiddos🥺 but pllss Max being so insecure even if he wants to be happy for Dan and Lando! And nnggg himbo bestie Charles just being so in love but wanting to help Max instead of pushing his own agenda BABY! I love how clumsy he is but h3 makes Max smiles and qaahh Dan being a bit stern to him ksksks

I love this so much and I love this little mismatched family!! Thank you🥺🥺🥺

#asks #divorce abo #drabbles

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