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Sport‘s car

Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Summary: It’s the final phase of Lando’s plan to bring you and Charles together

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: kissing, smut ( sex in a car kinda public, p in v)

Part one Part two

ⓘ took a while to get here but I’ve finally written the sport’s car inspired fic I’ve been thinking about for a while 😭 go me ig.

Mission help Charles and you to get together was in full motion.

Tonight when you and all the others would go out to celebrate Pierres Birthday in one of Monaco's famous nightclubs Landos plan would find it’s final phase.

He planned for you and Charles to spend as much time as possible alone. The tension was going to be unbearable and one of you just had to snap. Lando was sure it would all work out.

It had to.

He saw how miserable Charles was after the break up with his last girlfriend; it had really broken him. He swore off women after and you were the first one he showed interest in in so long. And Kika had told Lando how unlucky you were with the men where you lived, but with Charles? It seems as if luck was finally on your side.

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“ I told you, you would cave first baby” Charles says with a smug grin on his face.

You roll your eyes and shove him away from you. But Charles only pulls you in closer and places a sweet kiss on your lips. “ I get to take you on a date now. Are you exited ? Because I really am” You laugh at the boyish grin on his face and the pure look of male satisfaction.

Are you mad that you lost the bet and won’t be allowed to drive his car? Yes a little but the kiss was so worth it.

The way all that pent up tension melted away the minute your lips connected with his was heavenly. The way he kissed you back like a starving male makes your head spin by only thinking about it.

And if you really give it some thought you still won. You gotta kiss the Charles Leclerc and now he takes you on a date. There couldn’t really be anything better.

Above you in one of the lounges Carlos and Lando were observing the whole thing.

“Yeah you know what this is “Lando says to Carlos, “this is the start of his best and final love story and I played the main part. “ He giggles like a maniac and Carlos is really concerned for his mental health but chooses to stay silent for everyone's sake.

After the two of you said your goodbyes to everyone you left and Charles asks if you would want to go on this date right away. “ What do you mean?” He sheepishly tells you that he hoped you would cave first and already planned ahead. Impressed you kiss his cheek and tell him that you would love to spend the rest of your night with him. When he grins you slap him on the shoulder smiling and say “ I didn’t mean it like that and you know it!”

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Charles opens the car door to his iconic 488 Ferrari Pista spider and helps you get in. He is being the perfect gentleman, his actions a complete contrast to the thoughts that were racing through his mind.

You are wearing some cute jeans that look as if they are painted on your body and the only thing he can think about is peeling them off of you.

After making sure you buckled up your seatbelt he closed the door and walks to the driver side of his sports car.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask curiously.

“ That’s gonna be a surprise, pretty girl.” Charles answers and he lets his hand rest on your thigh, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

The drive feels as if it is going on forever and you keep thinking that monaco isn’t big enough for the drive to be so long.

Just as you are about to ask, Charles turns onto a road that will lead you up a hill to an overlook of Monaco. His favourite place. He had told you about it before and the thought of him deciding to bring you here let a weird feeling make itself now inside of you that you couldn't pinpoint yet.

“ We are here”

Getting out of the car Charles takes your hand and pulls you along with him. Coming to a stop not that far away.

“This is my favourite place. I can see over the whole of Monaco here and whenever I’m stressed or don't feel as if I'm enough I come here and see that my worries are so little compared to everything else.” He smiles fondly and you squeeze his hand.

“ That’s beautiful Charles. Thank you for sharing this with me. I feel honoured.” you say and lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

You continue to talk about anything and nothing at all.

Wandering along a little path, Charles pulls you into him and tells you how grateful he is that you're here with him. Your presence makes him happy and in return you tell him that he makes you happy too and he blushes like a boy whose crush just told him that she likes him too.

When it seems as if there's nothing else to talk about and you swear you have seen all the stars in the sky he ushers you back to the car.

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The two of you get in and you are just about to ask what he wants to do now when Charles leans over to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moan at the feel of his lips on yours.

If you weren’t sitting you would swear you would go weak in the knees. His hands are tangled in your hair and you wished you could press your body closer to his. As if reading your mind Charles pulls you into his lap, over the middle console so you two can share one seat.

He kisses you as if he needs your lips like his lungs need air. The kiss is all consuming. His and your heart beat frantically but still in rhythm with one another. Like a secret dance only your hearts are a part of.

You open your mouth for him and he slips his tongue inside, exploring as if he hasn't kissed you before, as if he has to make sure he memorizes every little part of you. As if he would lose you tomorrow.

His hands glide down your body, igniting your flesh wherever they touch. You can't help the moan that escapes you when one of his hands slips under your shirt and squeezes one of your breasts. Charles is glad that the window isn’t rolled down, because the way you sound is for his ears only.

The way you whimper when he kisses the spot under your jaw that turns your insides into mush or how you get all breathy when he pushes his hips up lightly into yours.

He especially enjoys the way you moan when he lets his hand wander into your jeans, slides your panties aside and plunges two fingers into your wet heat.

“Oh Charles” you moan and he can't help the way he grinds his erection into you. “What is it, cherie? Do you like my fingers in you mmh?”

“Uhhh, yes.” , your eyes roll into the back of your head when he finds that spot. “ But I’m sure I would enjoy something else more.”you murmur. His thumb circles your clit and you press down on his painful hard-on making him groan your name.

He smirks at you and the next time he speaks his voice drops. “Oh yeah, pretty girl? You want my cock? Want me to impale you on it and make you feel good?”

You nod and moan out his name. Charles fingers speed up and you are almost able to taste that sweet release.

“You look so pretty like this baby”

“Charles I'm so close “ you whimper “ Oh I know I can feel you clenching around me”, your jaw slackens, and with a flick of his thumb over your clit you come undone.

“You’re mesmerizing when you let go for me.” he gently guides you through your high “So beautiful” he murmurs while slipping his fingers out of you and licking them clean. He can't help but groan at the sweet taste of you.

After you calmed down you pull him in for a kiss. In contrast to the ones shared before this one isn’t fast and filled with need. It’s slow. Intimate. And when you part the both of you are blushing slightly. Looking into each other's eyes as if they hold the answers to all your questions.

The sweet bubble you’re in bursts when you move slightly and you brush up against Charles' erection. Immediately the mood changes and you rock against him.

“You either fuck me or do it on your own while youre looking at me.” you groan.

And Charles doesn’t need to be told twice.

He hoists you up and pulls his pants down in one go. You struggle to get out of your jeans thinking that they definitely weren't the smartest choice. When you're finally bare and he got a condom out of a glove apartement, you sink down on him slowly. Groaning in unison when your pelvis meets his.

“ God you’re so tight mon amour.” Charles pants into your neck.

You mumble something incoherently and he chuckles,” Already getting dumb on my cock angel?” that makes your eyes roll back and all you can do is moan and whimper as he begins to move you up and down on his dick. His face is on your neck, kissing, sucking and marking your skin while your fingers grab his hair pulling every now and then, making him moan.

“ You’re squeezing me so tight.” he groans, “ are you about to come beautiful?”

Yes yes yes you think but no sound escapes your lips other than a whimper of his name.

The feeling of him inside of you is heavenly and you’re so glad you gave in first.

Charles pulled out just to rock back into you a little further, grunting and moaning your name and muttering about how good you feel.

When he makes you come for the second time, Stars explode behind your closed eye lids while pure pleasure consumes your body.

He follows closely, filling the condom and moaning your name. “ God you're perfect mon amour.”

“I think this was my favourite ride I’ve ever been on,” you mumble and Charles laughs. Taking your face into his hands he leans in and kisses you softly.

"Yeah?"

“Yeah, but I also really like your sports car.”

He smiles softly and replies” I like it even more now Mrs. We-can-share-one- seat.” he nuzzles your nose with his and a lovesick grin plays on your lips.

“ You wanna get out of here and get something to eat?

“ Yeah but boy don’t make me choose.”

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ⓘ so I’m not the biggest fan of the ending but this is as good as it gets. Let me now what you think!!!

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Damn that was… 🫦🫡Thank you for your service

The Necklace - Charles Leclerc

summary: in which Charles personalizes a necklace for you & wants it to be the only thing you’re wearing OR he gives you a second necklace, aka his hand.

relationship: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend female reader

tags: dominant Charles, combative yet submissive gf, SMUTTT, seductive reader, grinding, spit (barely) kink, choking, edging (more like teasing tbh), ‘good girl’ kink, p in v, f!receiving oral, sweet aftercare moment hehe

word count: ~2.3k (may contain typos whoopsies)

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There you were, standing in the mirror of your shared bedroom, watching Charles as he laced his fingers through the delicate chain housed around your neck, stationing himself behind you.

He surprised you with a beautiful necklace, curated for you and only you, featuring a thin white gold chain and pendant holding a 2 carat diamond. It was raw and radiant, just like you.

He kissed your neck softly, causing a breathy gasp of air to leave you. “It’s so beautiful, thank you,” you said quietly.

Charles left a second, more passionate kiss on your neck, before tracing his lips up to the shell of your ear. “You deserved something special, mon cœur.” His whisper sent a cascade of chills down your spine and arms.

You closed your eyes and took in the feeling of his lips on your ear and the pads of his fingers tracing the goosebumps on your forearm. “I can’t believe I still get you worked up after all this time,” he said as his fingers reached the strap of your top.

Your cheeks became warm and rosy as you met his eyes in the mirror. He removed the strap from your shoulder and let it fall down the side of your arm, following the action with small kisses, keeping his eyes locked on yours the entire time.

“I think the necklace is enough coverage for you, you don’t need the rest of this,” he said as he lightly tugged at the bottom of your mini skirt. “Would you agree?”

The heat that you once felt in your cheeks was now set in the core of your stomach. You nodded in agreement. He interlocked his fingers with yours and spun you around before you could even realize it.

Charles backed up to the edge of the bed and took a seat there. He let himself lean back onto his forearms, spreading his legs wide for comfort, and maybe even for convenience. You noticed that he was slightly bigger in his pants already, and you felt a beating in yours begin from the sight of him.

“I want to watch you,” he said, bobbing his head at you, as if to say take your clothes off.

The once soft and sincere look in his eyes was now shifted into something narrow and commanding, but you loved it. In fact, you craved it. His influence on you, the power that he held, only made you melt more as you watched him watch you.

But two could play at this game. You knew exactly how he wanted you to play— gentle yet deliberate. You couldn’t imagine the tension between the two of you being any different than this— unspoken, but still knowing. So you listened to him.

You reached for your neck first, caressing the skin between the lump in your throat and the necklace itself, before finding the necklace sitting on top of your warm skin. You held the pendant gently between your index finger and thumb and took a brief glance at its beauty, removing the straps from your shoulders simultaneously with your free hand.

Your eyes met Charles’ fierce gaze as you slipped your top off, revealing a baby blue bra underneath— one of his favorites of yours. Your hands took a mind of their own as they moved against the sides of your silhouette, starting around the shape of your bust and moving down to the curves of your waist and hips. The essence of seduction took over you as you slipped off your mini skirt, which housed matching blue panties.

Only slightly covered now, you turn around so that your back is facing him. You slip off your panties in a similar fashion as to your mini skirt and reveal the sight of your bare ass. Next was the clasp of your bra, undone in one swift motion and dropped onto the floor only a second later.

“Let me see you,” he said with his voice low and strained. You tilted your face to the side, giving him only an inch when he wanted a mile.

“It’s your turn,” you said back to him. You heard the sounds of his clothes rubbing against and off of his body, as well as them hitting the floor beneath you. You didn’t watch, you didn’t want to. You both knew very well how much you enjoyed surprises, after all.

When the soft sounds ceased, you turned to face him. “Mmm, there’s my girl,” he said with his bare chest rising high and falling low. You closed the gap between the two of you slowly while running your eyes down his body— abs protruding, legs tense, dick just out in the open. As you climbed on top of him, you kept hold on his beautiful green eyes, pupils large and dilated.

The back of his head hit the bed as your lips crashed into one another’s. He kissed you like he had never been able to before. It was longing and passionate. The tempo between the two of you fastened by the second, tongues meeting, spit being exchanged.

Everything seemed to get even more heated when his large hands found the small of your back and side of your ass, pressing you against him. A moan escaped from your mouth as you felt him grow bigger from underneath of you.

Tugging gently at his hair and keeping up with the pace of his kisses, you reached down between the two of you and placed his dick in the pocket of your pussy. Just the feeling of him made you wet, made the burning sensation in your core intensify.

Charles took this as his go-ahead, rocking your hips back and forth on top of him. He couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of you already being this wet, “Fuck, baby,” he said between your series of kisses that still haven’t ceased.

You were aching to be touched after a few minutes of grinding on him, and he knew this. He could feel you pulsing on top of him as the tension grew higher. But, you weren’t the only one desperate for more. His dick was harder than a rock, leaking more and more with every pass you made on him.

Charles flipped you over onto your back and fell to his knees at the edge of the bed. His hot mouth met your wet pussy in an instant, causing you to wince. He didn’t take the time to warm up, it wasn’t needed. His tongue dragged up from the edge of your pussy all the way up to the tip of your clit, your back arching in instinct.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said with a groan. His praise was just as arousing as his tongue flicking rapidly against your clit. You felt yourself toe the edge of euphoria as he continued to indulge you, but the feeling quickly subsided when he cut off his momentum. You let out a gasp, shocked that he stopped when you were so close.

“I just want to do this forever,” he said teasingly. He started circling your clit slowly with his thumb, keeping his eyes locked on your beating pussy.

“Mmm, baby, pleaseee,” you pleaded. “I was so close.”

Keeping his thumb set on your clit, he looked up to you, bottom half of his face masked from behind you. “So fucking hot when you beg for me.”

Charles left a small kiss on the opening of your pussy and sped up the speed of his circling, you winced at the feeling of it. “But, you know that you can only finish when I let you, baby,” he concluded.

The back of your head dug into the bed as you looked up to the ceiling, feeling filled with agony. Charles got up from his place and lifted your head up slightly. “Someone has an attitude today,” he said, amused.

His eyes locked on yours from above you as he held out his hand in front of your mouth, “Spit,” he commanded. So you did, your eyes staying set into his, noticing a twinkle in his eye as your spit hit the palm of his hand.

He laid your head back on the bed as his wet hand reached for his dick. You watched him stroke himself, his stomach tightening with every grip of the tip. He spread your legs open and pushed them up into your chest.

You couldn’t help but let out a small moan as he dragged the tip of his dick from your clit down to your opening. His teasing made you desperate and absolutely weak for him. You both let out a moan and a ‘fuck’ under your breath as he slipped inside of you.

Charles pushed deep inside of you, cocking his neck back and his chin upwards. The veins on his neck constricted as your pussy did the same around his dick. He let out a laugh, but it really seemed like he needed to let go of a breath that was caught in his lungs. “You’re so tight, god damn,” he said.

He pulled in and out, rolling his hips in the process. With every thrust, he became more wrecked, like he was fighting to not finish so damn early. Charles needed to distract himself, to focus on talking you through it so that he wouldn’t give in so soon.

“Look at you,” he said with a groan, “just lying there and taking it.” He knew this was your favorite part. His voice hoarse, dominance showing through his words— it took you over the edge every single time. He sped up and reached deeper into you, causing you to moan with each thrust.

“You’re so easy to please, you know that?”

You let out a slightly devious giggle. “Says you,” you said back, voice trembling through the pressure he was forcing into you.

He groaned and a smile formed on his face. Whether he would like to admit it or not, he loved when you combatted him, when you put him in his place. He gritted his teeth together and reached one of his hands for your throat.

“I didn’t say you could talk,” he said, pushing through the feeling of breaking inside of you. He was already close as it is, anymore from you would cause him to be there, but alone and without you doing the same. He couldn’t let that happen.

“All this fucking attitude, and for what?” He gripped the sides of your throat a little tighter. “I give you everything you want, you’re fucking spoiled.”

Your sweet spot was being hit repeatedly by him, warmth rose from your core and spread out into the rest of your body. You could both feel and hear your wetness intensify and trickle down you onto the bed sheets.

“Making such a mess, taking it like you can’t live without it,” he said with his accent low and deep.

“Fuck, I can’t,” you whimpered. Legs shaking uncontrollably, you could feel yourself gripping him as he pushed in and retracting from him as he pulled out.

Charles let out an undisciplined moan, beads of sweat lining his hairline and glistening on his neck. “Mmm, I think I like it better with a second necklace,” he said squeezing your neck tighter.

This was the edge of the line. “Char… fuck… I’m gonna…”

“Need it all over me, baby,” he said encouragingly, pushing you to the finish.

The heat building up within you this entire time flooded into your soul. You broke onto him, screaming his name and strenuously shaking, sucking him in deeper. There was no way he could escape, and the feeling of you like this sent him over the edge as well, filling everything into you. Charles fell onto you and kissed you through your shared climax, your senses heightening just by the touch of his lips.

Just when you thought the two of you were finished, he flipped you onto your stomach and hovered over your back, staying inside of you the entire time.

Charles held himself up by his forearms and pushed into you again. This time it was slow and methodical, really focusing on the way you felt around him.

He brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear and neck, revealing your smooth skin. Charles left kisses on the spot, the same one that he kissed while you two were standing in the mirror earlier.

“You feel so good with all of me stuck inside of you,” he said calmly, quietly. You shuddered at his words. He pushed into you deeper as he reached for your cheek, leaving a small kiss there.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered as you turned your head to meet your lips with his.

Charles kissed you all the way until he sent you to your second round of euphoria. This time it was calmer, more impassioned and filled with the love that you have for one another— like the perfect encore. He pulled back and watched you as you went through your climax, rubbing your back and arms consolingly.

He couldn’t keep his hands or his lips off of you for a few good moments after you finished again, he hadn’t even pulled out from you yet.

“I think the next piece of jewelry on the bucket list is a ring,” he said quietly from behind you. “What do you think about that?”

You giggled and gave him a sincere kiss on the lips. “I think that it would be perfect,” you said back.

His eyes were back to their soft, natural state, but they were just as magnetic as before. “I love you, mon cœur.”

“I love you, mon amor.”

author’s note

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a lifetime of summers - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: in which every summer, at the villa your families rent together every year, gives you a version of charles OR you and charles are childhood best friends with a complicated history. warnings: angst, language, childhood friends with complicated history, smut, angst, yearning, etc... idk what I'm missing, NOT PROOFREAD (prob typos or things that might not make sense), lots of back and forth, messy messy messy, also cute, jealousy jealousy, seriously lots of YEARNING, them being stupid also word count: ~8k author's note: this idea came to me a few days ago and i've spent as much time as possible working on it since (in between carlos version). y'know when the creativity just hits right and the words pour out of you?? that was me with this. i hope you guys like it!!!! xoxo ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

Age 7.

“I’m gonna marry you one day.”

The villa smells of sun lotion and salty air.

Your dad’s playing music through some tiny old speaker he brought. And the adults are laughing too loud over their drinks.

The sun is beginning to sink, but it’s still hot.

You’re sticky with juice, hair tangled, and bathing suit clinging awkwardly.

Charles is chasing you. A water balloon in his hands.

You shriek, running against the hot stones. Smiling so hard that it hurts.

“Y’already got me twice!” You shout in between giggles. “S’not fair!”

Charles appears closer. Face sunburnt. A smile tugged on his lips. “You cheated at Candy Land!”

“You cheated first!”

“Because you always win!”

And he raises the balloon over his head.

“If you throw that, I’m telling maman you said a bad word the other day.”

His smile drops. “I did not!”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Uh huh…you said ‘shit’ when you hit your funny bone.”

“It hurt!” He argues.

You stick your tongue out.

And then he hesitates. Looking at the balloon. Then at you.

Throws the balloon anyway.

It explodes against your stomach. Cold water soaking you.

And you gasp.

Then lunge for him. Chase him all the way into the back yard, shrieking. Laughing so hard that you both struggle to breathe properly.

And eventually you both collapse into the grass. Side by side. Near the lemon tree.

There’s a few moments of silence. Both of you panting from trying to catch your breath.

“I’m gonna marry you one day.”

You blink. “Why?”

“Because you’re funny. And you like ice pops. And you beat me at Mario Kart once.”

You look at him. And he’s staring at the leaves above your heads. Arms touching.

“I don’t think that’s how marriage works,” your voice soft.

“Don’t care.” He shrugs.

You roll your eyes. “Okay. But I don’t want to wear a dress.”

“Fine. But you have to split the cake with me.”

“Only if it’s chocolate.”

“Well duh.”

And you both fall asleep like that. In the grass. Smelling like chlorine. Sticky with sugar.

Age 12

“Why are you being weird?”

The summer heat is burning.

Heat clings to you like a second skin. And you’re still dripping from the pool. The stone tiles are too hot to stand on for too long, so everyone moves around them quickly. Your hair is wet. Trying to read a book, but can’t focus.

Because Charles won’t stop staring at you.

Well, he’s technically not staring. But he’s in the pool in your direct eyesight. Hands behind his head as he sits on a float. Sunglasses almost too big for his face. Smirking.

And every so often, he splashes water your way.

“Would you stop?” You snap. Wiping the water off your ankles.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says. Blinking. Innocent.

You groan, falling back on the lounger. Trying to ignore him.

He floats closer. “You haven’t turned the page in almost twenty minutes.”

“That’s because you’re distracting me.”

And he grins. A full sheepish grin. “You think I’m cute.”

You don’t answer. Keep your eyes on your book.

“Y’gonna tell your friends I have a six pack now?” He calls out.

You raise your eyebrows, “Six pack of what?”

“Muscles.” He says. Dead serious.

And your mouth twitches. “Your voice still cracks.”

Charles slips off the floatie. Swims to the edge and rests his arms on the ledge. Chin on his forearm as he looks at you.

“Yeah? And what does it do to you when I say your name?”

Your breath hitches.

“You’re blushing.”

“It’s the sun.”

He laughs. And you throw your book at him.

He ducks under the water. And when he resurfaces, grinning…you’re trying so hard to not smile. And he knows it.

“Why are you being so weird?” you ask.

He shrugs.

“You’re just starting to notice me now.”

And you don’t answer.

And later that night, when you’re brushing your teeth. Still burnt from the sun. You wonder what he meant.

You don’t ask.

But you do start to.

Age 15

“That didn’t count.”

“So kiss me again.”

The villa is quiet.

Your parents and his mom stay up talking. Your siblings long asleep. Arthur passed out on the couch.

A few candles flicker near the steps, but most of the light is coming from the moonlight.

You’re barefoot. The grass cool and soft beneath your toes as you walk to the lemon tree. The one where you and Charles always meet when its too late and you’re supposed to be asleep.

He’s already there. Leaning against it.

He looks different this year. Taller. A little bit sharper. More grown into his body.

He glances at you. “Took you long enough.”

“Had to sneak past my sister.”

He grins, holding up a bag of chips.

And you sit beside him. Your shoulder brushing his.

Talking about nothing for a while. Catching up on the weeks you aren’t together. How he kissed a girl in Monaco and it was fine but also kind of awkward. And you pretend you don’t hate hearing it.

You tell him about the boy from school who tried to hold your hand during a movie when you went with your group of friends.

Charles almost immediately demands his full name. And address.

And you laugh.

He tosses a lemon up and catches it. Again and again.

“I heard you tell Joris that I was in love with you.” You say.

And he glances at you. “I did not.”

You narrow your eyes. A smile on your lips.

And he shrugs. “I said you were obsessed with me. S’not the same.”

And you laugh. Then scoff. “You wish.”

You shove his arm. And he grabs your wrist before you can pull it back. Fingers wrapping around you. Warm. Familiar. But somehow different.

Neither of you speak for a few moments. Just take in the sound of the cicadas, the faint chatter of the adults on the terrace.

“Y’ever kissed anyone?”

And your stomach twists. Look away. “No.”

He nods. “Me either…at least, not really.”

Silence.

And then he says, “Wanna try?”

You look at him. But he’s already looking at you. And he looks nervous. Hopeful. Like he’s been thinking about this for a long time. Nothing like the boy who used to throw water balloons and stick paint in your hair.

You nod.

And it’s awkward. Your noses bump. One of you breathes too loudly. His hands tremble at your cheek.

But it’s sweet. Slow.

And his lips are soft.

And when you pull apart, you both stare at each other. Lips a little rosier than before.

“That didn’t count.” You whisper.

And he blinks. “Why not?”

“There was no tongue.”

And he grins. Slowly.

And then pulls you back into him.

And this time….it’s real.

Age 17

“This doesn’t have to mean anything.”

The villa’s light glow behind you. Laughter echoing from the kitchen where your parents and his maman are finishing a bottle of wine.

You and Charles are on the terrace. Barefoot. A shared bottle of win between you. Practically empty. And his leg brushes against yours every time he fidgets.

It’s the first summer where you’ve both been allowed to really drink. Not just a stolen sip of a half-empty bottle found on the kitchen counter. Or a watered down spritz. Real drinks. Poured and given to you like adults.

And you’re a little tipsy. Cheeks warm and rosy. Limbs loose.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you glance at him.

He nods. “Jus’ thinking.”

“You do that?”

And he laughs. “Shut up.”

You smile. Taking a small sip straight from the bottle before placing it back down. “What are you thinking about?”

He hesitates for a little. “Uh…that night last year.”

You don’t have to ask which night. You already know.

The night behind the lemon tree. His mouth on yours. And you think about it often.

“Me too,” You admit. Soft.

And he looks at you. Watch as his gaze dips to your mouth.

And then he’s leaning in.

The kiss is soft. Deeper. Not rushed. And his lips are warm. Tastes of wine and something sweet. Like the fruit you guys were picking at earlier.

When he pulls back, his voice cracks a little bit. “I want you.”

You don’t answer. Just smile soft. Pulling his hand into yours as you drag him into the villa. Into the bedroom.

Your clothes peel off slowly. Clumsy. And he’s careful. Like he’s afraid if he moves too fast, it’ll ruin the moment.

“Y’sure about this?” He whispers.

You nod. “Yeah…want it to be you.”

And he closes his eyes for a second. Like his heart is in his throat.

And then it happens.

It’s slow. Messy. You both laugh when your arms bump. And he curses softly when he cant get the condom wrapper open. But then he’s inside you, and your laughter becomes hushed gasps. Fingers digging into each other.

“Y’okay?” He mutters. His forehead pressed to yours.

And your nails dig into his back. “Yeah.”

And then he kisses you again. Harder. Holds you closer.

Later, when you’re both lying tangled in the dark…you feel his fingers tracing your skin. Both of you enjoying the silence.

Then a good few moments later.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything.”

You swallow hard.

“Yeah.”

Age 19

“Y’gonna dance with him again?”

“He asked.”

“You let him kiss your cheek.”

“You fingered me in the kitchen pantry last night.”

“That’s different.”

You’re barefoot in the sand. Music loud. And Luca…or maybe it was Leo? You weren’t sure. Had his hands lightly on your hips. Flirty.

You’re laughing at something dumb he said into your ear. And then you feel it.

The heat. The stare.

Glance over your shoulder and…

Charles. Leaning against the beach bar. Beer in hand.

Eyes on you with a glint in his eye like you’ve offended him.

You try not to react. But the next time Luca spins you, you pull away with a smile and a I’ll be right back.

You only make it a few steps before Charles intercepts your path.

“Having fun?” He says. Trying to be casual. But his voice is too tight. Too bitter.

“Yes.” You brush past him. And he falls right into step with you.

“You’ve got weird taste in music.”

“That’s not my music taste. It’s called dancing.”

And he scoffs.

You walk to the side of the bar. An more private are. Grabbing his shoulder to face you.

“Are you okay?” Voice sweet. Gentle. Caring.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re glaring too much.”

And looks at you. “I just think it’s funny.”

“Oh, here we go.”

“I mean, you don’t even like that song.”

You cross your arms against your chest. And he steps closer.

“You let him put his hands on you.”

You raise a brow. “So?”

“So…you let him touch you. Kiss your cheek”

And you laugh. Soft. “You fingered me in the kitchen pantry last night, Charles.”

His jaw clenches. Hands twitch. “That’s different.”

“Is it?”

You take a step closer. Testing him, And he doesn’t budge.

“It’s not the same.”

You stare at him. His cheeks are sunburned. And his eyes are so green it makes your heart rate spike. So handsome.

“So I’m not allowed to dance with a guy I’ll never see again?”

He runs a hand over his face. Grazing the slight stubble on his jaw. “You’re not just dancing.”

“No,” You admit. “But you’re not just fucking me either.”

His eyes widen. Slightly stunned.

And you don’t back down. Step even closer until your chests are touching.. “You don’t wanna talk about what this is? That’s fine. But you don’t get to act jealous then.”

“I’m not jealous.”

And you grin. Snort. Just a tiny bit.

“Okay,” he says. Throwing his hands up. “Maybe I am.”

Your stomach twists.

“I just…I don’t like seeing you with other guys.” His voice is low.

“Well…it’s not like you don’t talk to other girls, Charles.”

And then you leave him standing there. Alone.

“Wanna go out for a bit?” He asks. “Just us?”

And you say yes without even thinking.

You’re on a light blue towel, sunglasses over your face, pretending to read a book. Charles is stretched out next to you. An arm tucked under his head. Throwing grapes in the air and trying to catch them in his mouth.

You glance over just as a grape hits his forehead and falls into the sand.

“Impressive.”

He laughs. “The wind interfered!”

He tosses another grape. Misses again.

And you burst into laughter.

“I’m warming up.”

He laughs with you. Giving up and rolling onto his side to face you.

He squints his eyes at you. “Do you have sunscreen on?”

“Yes.”

“Are you positive?”

Your brows furrow. “Why?”

“I think that….” His hand reaches for the bottle of sun lotion, flicking it open. “That you missed a spot.”

He squirts some into his hand, a smirk on his lips.

“Back off.”

And he reaches for you, smearing it all over your chest. You shriek, tossing your book into the sand beside you.

And somewhere between this sun lotion assault, you’re both breathless and laughing so hard.

He pins you down, dropping heaps of sun lotion onto your skin.

“Truce,” You laugh. Stomach burning from laughter.

He nods. Smiling. Rubbing the sunscreen into your skin.

“Don’t want you to burn.”

You throw a pile of sand at him. And he doesn’t even flinch.

His cock is already buried inside you. Deep. Thick. Fucking aching.

“God, you’re fuckin soaked.” He groans into your neck. Hand pressed into your stomach.

You claw at his back. Back arched. Legs spread. Shaking every time he hits that spot in your tummy just right.

He looks down at you like he’s overwhelmed. Like he doesn’t understand how you can feel this fucking good.

“Swear to God,” He grunts. Pulling back slow, then snapping his hips forward. “S’like your pussy jus gets tighter every time.”

Your mouth falls open. Gasping.

His hands slip under your thigh, pushing your knee into your chest. Fucking you deeper.

And then he moans.

“Jesus….fuck.” He chokes out. “Y’feel that?”

You sob out.

“I’ve been inside you like a hundred times this summer and it still feels like fuckin heaven.”

His forehead drops and presses into yours. Voice rough.

“M’not gonna last.” He huffs. “You’re too wet. Too fuckin tight.”

You grip his shoulders, nails digging into the skin. “Don’t stop…”

“You’re fuckin milking me.” He cuts you off. “Y’gonna come? Please come on me. C’mon baby…please, yeah? Please let me have it.”

And you fall apart. Gasping. Shaking. Coming so hard around his cock it makes his head fall back.

And he swears. Filthily. French tumbling out go his mouth.

And then he’s spilling inside of you. Chest pressed to yours. Hips jerking.

He buries his face in your beck. Collapsing on you.

And neither of you speak for a bit.

Just catch your breath. Comfortable silence. Holding each other.

Eventually, he reaches up. Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

Then whispers into the dark.

“I like it here.”

And he doesn’t elaborate.

You don’t ask him to.

Age 21

“He seems tense.”

“He’s fine.”

“He didn’t even blink when I mentioned that guy from Madrid.”

“I told you not to bring it up.”

Your best friend’s been here for five days and already the villa feels different.

She means well. But she talks fast, drinks fast, and has no filter.

She also loves to talk about your love life.

The one that you’re apparently “thriving in”.

“So wait,” she says over breakfast, digging her fork into her food. “You never texted that guy from Madrid back? Y’know the one with the sexy voice?”

Across the table, Charles is picking at his plate. Fork pausing. Just for a little bit. Enough for you to notice.

You look at her, “No.”

“Why not? He was so hot.”

“Didn’t feel like it.”

“But he was so into you…” She takes a sip of her drink. “What about the Italian one? The one you really liked.”

Charles cuts into his eggs. A little bit harder. Knife scraping the plate.

“He ghosted.”

“Ugh, yeah total loser.” She laughs. “Oh my god, remember…what was his name? From the bar crawl.”

“Liam.” You choke out.

“Yes! Liam!” She snaps her fingers. “Didn’t he pick you up at the bar? Like just threw you over his shoulder?”

You laugh, slightly embarrassed. Nodding.

Charles sets his mug down a little too hard.

And then he stands. Takes his plate to the sink.

And walks out.

“Was it something I said?” Your best friend asks.

You find him in the kitchen later. Your best friend is lounging out by the pool and you slipped inside to grab a water.

He’s rinsing the plates. Back to you. But his jaw is clenched tight.

You lean against the counter by him. “Hey.”

He doesn’t look at you. Just keeps scrubbing the dishes. A little harder than before.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” He says. “Just didn’t realize breakfast started with a running list of every guy you’ve fucked.”

You wince.

And he breathes deeply. Dropping the dish in the sink. “Sorry…that was, uh harsh.”

You give a tiny nod.

“I just…” He turns off the water. Looks at you. “Didn’t know it was like that?”

“Like what?”

He shrugs.

“Is it a problem?”

He stares at you. Sucks his bottom lip in for a moment. Like he’s deep in thought. Before finally saying…

“No. It’s not my place.”

And there it is.

You step back. “Right.”

And then you’re turning around, reaching in the cabinet for a glass. “Still going to the bonfire later?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, if you still want to.”

“Cool,” Your voice is light.

Age 22

“You’ve been quiet lately.”

“I’m just tired.”

The long table on the terrace is full.

Extra chairs from inside scattered around it, one of your younger cousins crawling underneath it.

Your dad is asking your mom if there’s more grilled vegetables. Meanwhile your sister insists on telling the story about the jellyfish sting again.

“And she was crying so hard, she had actual snot bubbles on her face,” She says. Laughing.

You lift your hand, “I was six!”

Charles laughs. “You thought you were dying.”

“I thought it was venom!” You laugh. “And no one even helped me.”

“We were too busy laughing at the snot,” He says. Looking at you. That familiar grin pulled on his face, eyes crinkled. Like it was just you two.

And then Alex leans into him. Whispers into his ear. And whatever she says makes him smile wider. Makes him shift toward her without even thinking.

You chug your wine.

“I love that photo,” Alex says softly. And you glance at her to find her already looking at you. “The one of you and everyone in the inflatable pool. You’re the only one not smiling.”

You curl your lips. “We were sinking.”

“It’s so funny though,” She says. “You look so unimpressed by them.”

“She always looks like that,” Charles chimes in. “Probably came out of the womb judging people.”

You narrow your eyes, but the smile pulling on your lips gives you away.

Alex laughs. And your mom’s already popping open the next bottle of wine.

And it would be perfect.

If it weren’t for Charles sitting across from you, arms wrapped around another person. Like he’s not yours anymore.

You ask Alex about her job, and you mean it. She answers so soft and kind that it almost makes you hate her. Almost.

But you can’t. Because she’s nice.

“She’s good for him,” Your sister whispers under her breath, leaning toward you. “You’ve been quiet lately.”

You nod. “I’m just tired.”

Eventually, dinner ends. Alex excuses herself to help your mom bring out dessert. And Charles follows.

And when they come back, head thrown back laughing.

He sets a slice of cake in front of you without a word.

And you thank him like its normal.

Someone suggest drinks at the beach bar. Something to do. The one with the bulbs on string down the street.

You come barefoot, some sweet drink already in hand. Alex walks beside you, her wedges hooked in her fingers, hem of her dress brushing her knees.

She’s pretty in a way that doesn’t feel threatening. Not showy. Just perfect.

Inside the bar, you spot Charles leaned against the bar with a beer, grinning at something Arthur’s saying. And he’s wearing that linen button up that you used to tell him he looks like a recently divorced rich guy in.

You find yourself smiling.

Alex touches your arm. “Hey…you want a new drink?”

You shake your head. “I’m good for now.”

She nods. A small smile on her lips.

“I was really nervous to meet you.”

You blink. Eyes slightly wider. “Me?”

She nods. “Charles talks about you all the time.”

You freeze for a moment.

“Yeah,” she smiles. “Not like in a weird way. Just like you’re part of the picture. In his life. Almost every story he tells involves you.”

You don’t know how to respond.

“I’m just glad you’re not..uh, like intimidating.” She laughs.

And you laugh back. “I save the intimidation after a few weeks.”

She smiles. “So I’ve still got time?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

And for this moment, you like her. Even if it hurts.

Because she’s kind.

Because she doesn’t know that you and Charles shared a bed when thunderstorms were scary.

Because she wasn’t there the summer he kissed you against the sand and told you he’d never want anyone else.

You chug your drink.

Later, you’re all gathered near the back of the deck, huddled around a wooden table and wobbly stools. Someone ordered a side of fries. Someone else ordered a round of shots no one really wanted but drank anyways.

You’re pressed between Charles and your sister. You’re laughing. Tipsy. Warm.

Charles is teasing your sister about something but you’re not really listening.

And that’s when another guy slides in.

Not dramatically. Just casual. Confident.

He’s tall. Tanned. Cute.

He talks to the guy beside him, someone you’ve definitely seen before, and then turns to you.

“Did I hear something about you getting stung by a jellyfish?”

You smile. “Unfortunately.”

He nods. A grin. “Survival stories always get me.”

“Tragic,” you say.

He laughs. “I’m Nick.”

You take a sip of your drink, tilting your head. “Do you open with tragedy stories for flirting a lot? Or is it just me?”

“Only for girls who look like they bite back.”

You grin. Slow. “You say that like its a challenge.”

“Depends,” He shrugs, gaze dropping to your bare legs, then back to your face.

“On?”

“Depends how hard you bite.”

And you laugh. Like really laugh. Hard. Head falling back. And then you feel it. The way Charles stills beside you. The way his fingers grip his cup just a little bit tighter.

And Nick leans in closer. More private. “So…what other tragedies should I know about you?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“If you want facts or warnings.”

He raises a brow. “Any preference?”

You place your cup down on the table. “I like a little risk.”

And Charles says something to your sister now. A little louder. Like he’s trying to distract you.

You don’t bother to look at him.

Nick grins. “And just how dangerous are you exactly?”

You grin back. “Pretty dangerous.”

He laughs. “Good.”

You both just stare at each other for a little. Grinning.

“You dancing?” He asks, nodding his head in direction of the dance floor.

“Are you asking or telling?”

“I’m hoping.”

You slide off the stool.

“Let’s go tragedy boy.”

And as he takes your hand. Leads you into the crowd. You catch Charles’s eyes.

Watching.

Burning.

The music’s slowed a little. Just swaying to the music, instead of the rapid jumping you were doing earlier.

Nick’s hand rests at your hip. His other is holding your drink while you talk with your hands.

“You can’t seriously think pineapple belongs on pizza,” You yell over the music.

Nick grins. “It’s good.”

“You’re weird.”

“I’ve been told that before.”

And you laugh, bumping your shoulder into his. He leans in, speaking into your ear.

“You know your friend’s been staring at us for like ten minutes, right?”

You blink. “Huh?”

He tips his head. Over your shoulder. And you turn just a little bit. Just enough to see Charles still sitting at the table.

Drink in hand. Not talking. Not even blinking. Just looking.

You breathe out, turning back. “That Charles.”

Nick raises a brow, nodding. “Ahh.”

“Don’t read into it.”

He watches you.

“He has a girlfriend.”

Nick hums, a teasing grin. “He doesn’t look like he remembers that right now.”

“We’re just friends.”

“Cool.”

You shrug. “You don’t believe me?”

He smiles. “Doesn’t matter what I believe. Just means if I kiss you, he might kill me.”

You laugh. “You’re awful.”

“You’re still here.”

And you look at each other. Smiling.

You kiss him. Not because you’re falling for him. But because you’re single. Because Charles brought someone else. Because he gets to have her. Because you’re tired of thinking about him.

So you kiss him to feel good. To forget. To remind yourself that you’re free.

Hands in his shirt. Hands on your waist.

And you let yourself lean into it.

Enjoy the uncomplicated.

And for a few moments…it almost works.

Age 23

“You brought him here.”

“Yeah. Remember you said he wouldn’t last.”

You’re late this year.

Flight was delayed. Rental car place was too busy. And by the time your feet hit the familiar stone of the villa’s terrace, the sun is already low in the sky.

Theo’s beside you. Rolling your suitcase like a pure gentleman. He’s good. Kind. Gets along with your parents. Laughs at your sister’s jokes.

And still, your heart flutters when you hear his voice.

Charles.

Laughing louder than necessary. As if he wants you to hear it.

You follow the sound. Trying not to think about the last time you saw him. A few months ago in Monaco. A hotel room you both swore you wouldn’t end up in. Both seeing other people. Both pretending it didn’t count.

And it wasn’t even the first time.

Since last summer, it’s happened a few times too many. Whenever him and Alex called it off. On and off. On and off. You slipped between the cracks. A quiet fuck in your apartment. A drunken make out at a birthday party. You pressed against the shower tiles. Bent over his kitchen counter.

Always followed by soft smiles and easy goodbyes. A promise to act normal.

Best friends first.

And the moment you step further into the terrace, you see him.

Charles standing against the bar, shirt unbuttoned. Tanned. Holding a drink with the confidence of someone who knows exactly how hot he looks.

And worse…Alex is next to him.

Beautiful of course. Sundress swaying. Hand on his chest like it belongs there.

He notices you before you can even speak. Smile faltering for a fraction of a second. Just enough for you to really feel it. And then it’s back.

And he lifts his glass in a salute. “You’re late.”

Alex smiles. “We thought you weren’t coming til’ tomorrow!”

You smile back. She was always so nice. “Surprise!”

Theo steps forward. Hand extended with that charm that always made it hard to hate him. “Hey…Charles, right?”

And Charles doesn’t hesitate. Shakes his hand. But its the same one he uses with driver’s he never liked. “Yeah. We’ve met.”

And it hits you like a knife to the ribs.

You remember that night clear as day. Theo was still new. Only a few dates in. And you invited him to a party.

Charles showed up late. And barely looked at Theo. Offered him a lazy smile before finding you later into the night. Pulling you into his car thirty minutes later and fucking you in the back seat.

And Theo’s smiling. “Nice to see you again.”

Charles smiles. But his eyes stay on you. Never leave your face.

Alex swings her arm into his. “So glad you made it. Saved you the good room too.”

You smile at her. “That’s sweet of you.”

Charles lifts a brow. “Didn’t know you needed a good room to enjoy yourself here.”

And you hum. “Guess I’ve gotten a little pickier.”

He takes a sip of his drink. “Since when?”

And you shrug your shoulders. “Since I started dating someone who doesn’t forget my birthday.”

And it hits him like a bullet. You see the way his jaw shifts. Swallow.

Theo’s hand slips onto your lower back. Whispering softly into your ear. Nothing specific. Just something that makes you smile.

And Charles swear’s he might just vomit.

The ocean is calm. Waves hitting the rocks. A few birds chirping. Air cool before the sun is fully up.

You slip out of bed, letting Theo sleep. Making your way down the stony path that you walked hundreds of times. Towel slung over your shoulder. Hair twisted up in a clip.

And you’re halfway across the sand when you see him.

Already waist deep in the water. Back facing you.

You freeze. Debating if you should turn around.

But it’s too late. He see’s you. And his face shifts into something. Longing? Guilt? You’re not sure.

“You’re always here early,” He calls out.

You drop your towel, walking into the water without glancing at him. “Not always.”

He watches you. You can feel the burn of his eyes on your skin. “You do when you’re avoiding me.”

You glance up. The water cool against your skin. “Who said I’m avoiding you?”

He shrugs. “History.”

You reach him in the water. You both stand there, not touching. Not moving.

Eventually…he speaks.

“He’s staying the entire time?”

You raise a brow. “Are you asking as my best friend or something else?”

He doesn’t answer.

You move a little closer. “You said he wouldn’t last.”

“I was wrong.” His voice is low. “Clearly.”

He swallows. Looks away from you. “Does he know?”

And your stomach twists. “Know what?”

He doesn’t say anything. Lets the silence tell you.

You feel your throat tightening. “He know’s we’re close.”

“Close.” He repeats. Half snort, half laugh.

“Best friends.”

He turns to fully face you now. Jaw clenched.

“Right. Just best friends.”

You don’t respond. Because what else are you supposed to say? That you still feel his fingers dig into your skin. That no matter how many nights pass, you still wonder what this could’ve been if you both spoke up all those years ago.

He steps closer. Too close now.

“Y’still taste like that shitty rosé we used to drink.”

And you blink. Trying not to smile. “You’re not funny.”

“Not trying to be.”

His fingers brush against your shoulder.

“You have a girlfriend.”

And his eyes look sad. He breathes loudly. “And you have him.”

The villa is loud tonight. Music is blasting. Too many drinks are being poured. Bowls of snacks turning stale.

All of you are packed into the living room. Sunburn. Sprawled into chairs or the floor. Hoodies thrown on.

Your families are here. Everyone laughing and shouting. Bickering. Like its still 15 years ago.

Theo sits behind you on the rug, legs wrapped around you. Hand resting on your hip. And he’s been sweet all evening. He fits.

Yet every time you crack a joke. Or win a game. It’s Charles who looks at you first. Like he’s your person.

His leg bounces restlessly.

“Alright,” Arthur announces. “We’re playing that game again. The one with the acting.” He holds up a deck of cards.

“Y’mean charades?” Alex asks. Soft.

“No.” Charles says. “The one I always win.”

And it’s you rolling your eyes now. “Y’mean the one you always cheat during?”

He leans forward. “I win.”

Theo laughs behind you.

Your sister tries to act out like Snow White. Falling over and laughing when Arthur misreads a motion. Theo keeps guessing too many times. And Alex’s impressions are almost too good.

And later…when the game’s over. You find yourself in the kitchen, stacking freshly cleaned glass and bowls onto the drying towel.

Humming to yourself.

And Charles leans against the doorway, arms crossed. Watching you with a lazy grin.

“You two are cute,” He says.

You roll your eyes. “Don’t be weird.”

“M’not.” He shrugs. Pushing off the archway and stepping closer. “It’s just…uh.” He scratches the back of his neck. “You let him touch you a lot.”

You pause with a glass in your hand. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

And he smiles. Tight. Not genuine. “Nothing.”

“You’re being weird.”

He raises his hands. Says something mocking of Theo.

And it has you gasp lightly. “You’re such an asshole.” You try not to smile.

He steps even closer.

“Yeah.” He whispers. “But I’m still your favorite.”

And then he’s stepping beside you, taking the glass from your hand and dries it.

Finishes washing the dishes with you in silence.

“You’re staring again.”

“Yeah. Looks like you’re having fun.”

“Jealous?”

“Of him? Never.”

Silence.

“But of you? Maybe.”

The bar is tucked into the cliffs. A grand view of the sea. Well lit by bulbs on strings.

Everyone’s dressed for the night. Sun-kissed. Hair soft and flows. Laughter echoing.

You’re on your second drink. Lightly buzzed. Your dress clinging to you just right. And you feel good. Happy.

Theo’s spinning you around. His hands warm on your waist as you move slowly in the corner of the makeshift dance floor. He’s not much of a dancer. But he’s trying. And in the end…that’s all that really matters.

He leans in close. “Y’look so beautiful.”

You smile. “Yeah?”

“I mean…y’always do.” He grins. “But-“

You don’t let him finish. Kiss him. Easy. Soft.

And when you pull back, you catch him in the corner of your eye.

Charles. At the bar.

Sitting with Arthur and Alex. Drink in front of him. Head tilted.

And he’s watching you. Not listening to either of them.

And when you’re eyes meet, he lifts his drink.

A challenge.

And later when you slip away from the loud music. He’s there. Leaning casually against the table. Shirt undone just enough to make your throat dry.

“You’re having fun.” He says. A statement. Not a question.

“Isn’t that the point?”

He nods. “Theo’s a big fan of spinning you around like you’re some prize.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s called dancing.”

“More like claiming.” He huffs under his breath.

And you look at him.

Hard.

Trying to read him.

“What’s your problem?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Eyes dropping to the floor. Then to his half empty drink.

“You kissed him.” He still isn’t looking at you.

You squint your eyes a little. “Yeah. I did.”

He swallows. Harsh. “Cool.”

You laugh. Dry. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m the ridiculous one?” He finally looks at you. “You’re out here making heart eyes at a guy you know won’t last more than another year.”

Your mouth falls open. “You don’t even know him.”

“I don’t need to know him. I know you.”

And he steps forward. Voice dropping.

“And I know that’s the same dress you wore the night I…”

“Charles.”

You both go quiet.

Alex’s frame flickers by. Laughter erupts. People keep dancing.

“Whatever. You’re right. Have fun with your fling.”

You narrow your eyes. “Jealous?”

He smiles. Sad. “Of him? Never.”

A moment of silence. And his gaze drops to your mouth. Stays there.

“But you? Maybe.”

The trip is winding down. Bags are beginning to be packed. Towels still damp. Nights slower. Everyone pretending that they’re not ready to be home.

The sky’s dark. Everyone’s inside finishing up packing. Winding down.

You slipped out.

Without thinking, ended up here. The lemon tree.

The same as always.

You hear footsteps. Uneven. Dragging.

And you turn. Charles.

He’s drunk. Swearing under his breath as he loses his footing. A bottle dangling from his hand. Shirtless. Barefoot.

His eyes meet yours and there’s something bitter in them. “Of course you’re here.”

You breathe. “You’re drunk.”

“A lil’ bit,” His words slur. “Celebrating your last night as someone else’s girl.”

You cross your arms. “We’re not doing this.”

But he’s already walking closer.

“Y’know….s’kinda funny.”

You don’t speak.

“How he holds your hand like its somethin’ delicate. Like you’re some untouchable thing.” He takes another step closer. Voice shaking.

“I’ve had you on your knees on the kitchen floor.” He says, bitter.

Your heart pounds. “Stop.”

“In the pool too,” He slurs. “Begged me to not pull out. Said you wanted to feel it. Feel me.”

He doesn’t even let you speak. Just rambles on. Slurring. Drunk. Angry.

“Had you in every room in that house,” He grunts. “Fingers shoved in you while our parents set the dinner table. Bent you over the bathroom sink. Panties still halfway up your thighs because you were too desperate to wait.”

“Charles…”

“The pantry…remember that one?” His voice drops lower. “You were so wet it dripped onto the floor. Had to stuff my fingers in your mouth so no one would hear you cryin while you came.”

“Don’t do this.”

“I fucking have to.” He snaps. “Because I can’t fucking sleep this entire trip knowing he gets to touch you.”

You swallow. “I’m not some prize.”

“No. You’re worse.” He spits. Stepping close enough that his chest is close enough and you have to crane your neck to look at him. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and you handed it to someone else like I never fucking existed.”

“Stop it.”

“He doesn’t know what its like to hear you lose control. How you cry when you come. Shaking and begging.”

And your breathing hard now.

He leans in. Bending down to be eye to eye.

“He gets to hold you in public.” His eyes are glaring. “And I got your thighs shaking around my face while you said my name like a fuckin’ prayer.”

You don’t speak. Can’t.

Silence for a few moments.

And then…

“Tell me.” He slurs, small grin tugged on the corner of his lips. “Tell me which of us you think about when you touch yourself.”

You slap him.

Hard.

And his face whips to the side. He breathes heavily. Like he’s trying not to cry. Or scream. Or grab your face and kiss you.

He swallows.

“He gets you in the daylight.”

You don’t speak.

“He gets the sunlight.”

And you whisper back. Soft. Heart breaking. “You only met me in the dark.”

You walk away barefoot. Tears forming in your eyes.

And Charles?

He stays at the lemon tree until sunrise. Alone.

You don’t talk for three months.

Which is considered a lifetime for you and Charles.

And then on a random weekday at nearly three in the morning, he sends a photo of the lemon tree in the winter.

No message beneath it.

You don’t answer.

Not for a day. Not even for three.

But then, on a random day the following week, you send a photo back.

A shot of your bedroom wall. A blurry photo of your hand holding a book in the corner.

Can’t sleep.

And the three dots appear before you can overthink it.

Me either.

And that’s how it begins.

You don’t FaceTime each other. At least, not at first.

You fall back into a rhythm neither of you thought would come back. Almost normal. The funny kind of banter you guys always had.

Charles broke up with Alex. You broke it off with Theo.

Neither of you really said why.

Age 25

“Don’t sit in my chair.”

“This isn’t your chair?”

“I licked it.”

“You haven’t changed.”

“You haven’t either.”

The sun is long gone. You’re curled up in one of the cushioned chairs on the front patio. A half finished glass of wine on the stone table beside you.

The front door swings open.

“Don’t sit in my chair”

He doesn’t even hesitate. Charles drops into the cushion next to you. Barefoot. Hoodie swallowing him.

“This isn’t your chair?”

“I licked it.”

He makes a funny face. “You haven’t changed.”

And you smile. “You haven’t either.”

And its easy. The way he stretches out, folding his arms behind his head. Like nothing ever happened.

You sip your wine.

His knee bumps into yours. Gaze on you.

“Thought it’d feel weird.”

“It did…for like,” You pause. Whisper. “For like a day.”

He holds your gaze. Doesnt look away. Smiles.

You break the tension first. “Maman said you still haven’t unpacked.”

He shrugs. “I’ll get there.”

“It’s been almost a whole week. That’s psychotic.”

“You’re just mad I haven’t asked to borrow your good smelling shampoo yet.”

“You are so not borrowing that.”

“I already did.”

You elbow him in the side. Laughing. Body shaking. He laughs with you. Head falling back.

He clears his throat. “I missed this.”

And you bump your knee back into his. “Rematch tomorrow?”

“Candy Land?”

“Don’t cheat.”

“I didn’t cheat.”

You narrow your eyes, smiling so hard. “You’re the worst.”

Monaco, Age 26

Your back hits the wall of his apartment.

Urgent. Focused.

Like he’s waited for forever to get you alone again. And doesn’t want to waste a single second of it.

His mouth is hot on yours. Hands at your hips. Your thighs. Slipped under your dress. And you’re clinging onto him like he’s a lifeline.

You can still taste the champagne on his skin. Skin warm from the race. But his mouth is desperate against you.

He groans against your lips. “Thought about this almost every night.”

You gasp when his fingers curl around your thigh. “Stop thinking.”

And he’s about to take you right there. Dress bunched at your waist. Pants halfway down. But then you press your hand to his chest.

He stills. Panting. Flushed.

“I need to say something first,” You breathe.

He waits. Hands still gripping you.

And you look up at him. The man who just won Monaco. The boy you’ve known who’s been chasing that dream since you can remember. The one you loved. Hated. Missed.

“Your dad would be so proud of you.” You whisper.

And you feel his chest rise. Jaw clench. Fingers curl harder into your skin.

“I’m serious.” Your voice is soft. “Not just because you won. But because of how you’ve carried him with you.”

And his eyes are glassy.

He swallows hard. “I heard him.” His voice soft. “Right after I saw that checkered flag.”

You bring your hand to his check, pressing your palm. And he leans into you.

And then he’s kissing you again. But its different.

Still hungry. But more grateful. More claiming.

He whispers I love you into your mouth. Again and again.

He whispers it when you tug his shirt over his head. When you lift your hips to pull your panties off.

Whispers it into your skin when he touches your bare skin. Like he’s seeing it all for the first time again.

And when he sinks in, he groans. Leaning over you, gripping you like you might just slip through his fingers.

“Y’feel like fuckin heaven.” He mutters against your lips. “You are heaven.”

And then he starts moving. Not fast.

Slow. Deep.

“Squeezing me like you missed it,” He huffs. “Did you, hm? Did you miss me?”

“Yes…” You pant. “Fuck…yes.”

He kisses your throat. Hot open mouthed kisses at the corner of your jaw. Hips rolling into you. Each thrust making you cry out.

“I love you.”

He thrusts.

“I love you.”

Another.

“Not just tonight. Not just now. Always.” He cries out.

And you clench around him. Yelling out as your orgasm builds too fast.

“C’mon that’s it..” He breathes. “Come for me. Let me feel it, yeah? Let me have it…please baby.”

“I love you,” You gasp. “I love you…I love you..”

And then you’re coming. Body shaking, mouth falling slack as he fucks you through it.

Following seconds later, spilling into you.

He collapses over you. “Fuck. You’re it for me.”

You hold him close.

“You still take it with milk?” He asks, voice soft.

You nod.

He hands you a mug. His fingers brushing against yours.

You sit on the couch together. Close.

“I keep thinking about the lemon tree,” You say. Cradling the mug in your hands.

He looks at you. “Yeah?”

You nod. “How many summers we sat there pretending everything was normal.”

He huffs a soft laugh. “We were idiots.”

You smile. “Still are.”

“I’ve loved you since we were kids.” He says quietly. “Since you made me sleep outside by the lemon tree because you said it wasn’t fair that only the birds got to live outside.”

You laugh, heart clenching.

“I’ve loved every version of you.” He continues. “The snot version. The barefoot version. The one who laughs too loud after a few drinks. The one who tried to date other people. The one who…the one who kissed other people in front of me because I waited too fucking long.”

You pause. Placing the mug down on the side table.

“I was scared that loving you would ruin everything.”

He pushes you hair behind your ear.

“I love you too.” You whisper. “You idiot.”

He laughs.

Leans in.

Kisses you.

Age 28

“This is where I almost lost you.”

“And now it’s where you’re asking to keep me?”

“No. Not asking.”

“Oh.”

Its late.

You’ve changed into one of Charles’s old shirts. Barefoot. As usual.

He finds you standing at the edge of the yard.

Where the broken stone path curves. Where the grass bends. Where the lemon tree leans.

You hear him before you see him. His footsteps always so loud.

Neither of you speak. He wraps his arms over your shoulders from behind. Your back to his chest as he nudges his head into the space between your shoulder and neck.

You hold his arms. Swaying to the light breeze. Staring at the lemon tree together.

“This is where I almost lost you.” He says.

And you glance at your side to him.

“And now it’s where you’re gonna ask to keep me?” You say, laughing. Teasing. Soft.

He smiles. Small. Shaky.

“No.” He says. Unwrapping his arms from you. “Not asking.”

And then you’re turning towards him.

And he drops to one knee.

Just like that.

Just him in the grass. Kneeling by the lemon tree. Choosing it to be the place where he does the most important thing he’ll ever do.

Your breath catches. And his hands tremble as he pulls a ring from his pocket.

“I wanted to do this right.” He says. “I want to choose you the way I should’ve all those years ago. Not just when it’s easy..or when we’re alone. But in front of every version of us we used to be.”

Your throat burns.

“I want every summer.” He whispers. Eyes glued to you. “Every winter. Every fight. Every make up. I want to kiss you goodnight when we’re tired. Want to raise mini versions of us.”

You laugh. You cry. And you’re nodding before he even finishes.

“I want you forever.”

And then finally, “Will you marry me?”

You fall to your knees right there in the grass. In front of the lemon tree. And kiss him hard enough that you both fall into it. Laughing. Like little kids again.

“Yes.” You whisper against his lips. “Always. In every lifetime…yes.”

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onceuponadetectivedemigod · 2 months ago

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romantic chocolates? - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: in which you and your best friend accidentally eat aphrodisiac chocolates OR you both get so fucking horny that you’re delirious warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, all smut. dirty talk, dry humping, slight breeding kink?, language, slightly mean charles!, NOT PROOFREAD (might be some typos lol) word count: ~2.8k author's note: this is a follow up to THIS anon request that i wrote for lando. here is a charles version :) hope you guys like!! sorry if you don't LOL. let me know what you think :)) ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

You’re not sure when you stopped paying attention to the movie.

You remember falling into the couch cushions. You remember a few glasses of wine. Laughing, half-curled into a blanket. His hoodie. Your legs bare. Normal.

And then the chocolate.

Just a couple of fancy pieces neither of you bothered to read the label of. You tucked them into your purse after one of Charles’ sponsor events.

It creeps in slowly.

First it’s pure heat. Not just on your skin, but beneath it. As if the blood in your veins was on fire. Curling behind your ribs, spreading deep into your belly and in between your legs.

You’re flushed. Wearing his hoodie, legs bare and tucked together.

You shift slightly, but throb as you feel the damp fabric of your panties rub against your clit.

You freeze.

You can feel everything. The way your panties cling to you, soaked. How swollen you are. How your pussy clenches around nothing, over and over. Like it’s bracing for something it needs but doesn’t have.

You glance at Charles, but he hasn’t looked at you at all. In a while.

He’s sitting stiffly, forearms on his thighs, bent over. Breathing heavily.

And then he shifts a little bit. It’s a small movement, but it has his hips twitching. And you can see the thick outline of his cock through the fabric of his sweats. Hard, heavy, and fucking throbbing.

His breath hitches, a small groan pushing past his lips. Quiet. Like he didn’t even mean to do it, but couldn’t not.

You bite your lip, pressing your thighs together tighter.

And he turns his head toward you, not all the way. Not meeting your eyes. Just looking in your direction.

“I’m fine,” He says, but his voice sounds wrong. Strained. Rough.

You don’t even speak before he’s talking again.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “This is so fucking bad. My skin feels like its on fucking fire.”

You catch his eye. Nodding. Agreeing.

And he groans, dropping his head into his hands. “I’m so sorry.”

You blink, a little confused. “What?”

“I can’t fucking stop,” he says. “Like I keep trying not to…I swear, but the thoughts..they just keep coming.”

You straighten your back, slightly tense.

“I’m trying to ignore it,” his voice is shaking now. “Trying to sit here and pretend like you’re just…you. My best fucking friend. But I’m so fucking hard I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”

You stare at him. His voice is wrecked. Like he’s in so much pain.

“It actually fucking hurts,” he runs a hand through his hair. “I haven’t even touched myself and I swear I’m about to come in my fucking pants like some pathetic virgin.”

Your breath hitches. Your core clenching.

“I shouldn’t be thinking about you like this. Not you.”

“Charles…”

“I keep picturing it,” He continues on. Unable to stop his admissions. “You. Spread out on this fucking couch. Panties pushed to the side. Pussy dripping while I hold your hips and fuck into you like I don’t give a shit what it means.”

Your thighs involuntarily squeeze together. And you’re aching.

He still doesn’t look at you. He falls back into the cushions, head back as he looks at the ceiling. There’s a damp spot on his sweats now.

“I want to fucking ruin you. And I shouldn’t….fuck, I shouldn’t be thinking this.” He grunts, like he’s angry. Frustrated.

You clench. Soaking.

“I want to grab you by the neck, bend you over the fucking couch and fuck you so hard that you cry.”

And you fucking whimper.

He laughs. It’s low and mean.

“You’d cry for it, wouldn’t you?” He says. “You’d sob right into the cushion while I split you open. Begging for more while I used your soaked cunt like it was fucking mine.”

His hips twitch, cock leaking so much that the wet spot on his sweats gets bigger.

“Can I touch myself?” He begs. Pleading. He looks at you now. His pupils blown wide. “Please…fuck, I need to.”

You gasp. A few moments pass and you’re nodding your head.

He doesn’t pull his sweats down all the way. Just slips his hand under the waistband, sinking his hand into the soaked fabric and fucking groaning.

“Fuck,” He chokes. “M’fucking aching baby.”

The nickname makes your stomach clench as he tips his head back. Neck flushed red. He lets out a moan, hand stroking himself slowly under the fabric.

You can see the movements of his hand. His arm flexing with each pump, his hips shifting as he chases it.

“Bet your pussy’s a fucking mess right now,” He grunts. Sqeezing his cock just a little bit harder. “Warm and swollen. Clenching around nothing like it just wants to be fuckin’ filled.”

He fucks himself into his hand harder. Sweatpants dragging over his wrist.

And you can hear it. The wet sounds as he pumps himself.

“Gonna let me see it?” He huffs. “Gonna show me that sweet little pussy, yeah? Show me how bad you need it too?”

You whimpers. And his breath fucking hitches at the sound.

He turns his head, still resting against the cushions, and fucking groans.

“You really just gonna sit there with that soaked little cunt like you don’t know what to do?”

And you swallow. Fucking hard. Panting. As your hand slips beneath the hem of the hoodie, fingers slipping down to your core.

“Fucking finally,” Charles grunts.

You slip your fingers into your panties, and outright moan.

Charles moans almost immediately. Jaw slack at the sound of you.

Your panties are soaked. Slick drags against your fingertips instantly, clit so swollen that it throbs.

“Touch your clit for me,” He pants. “Rub it slow. Wanna hear what you sound like when you’re trying not to come.”

You breathe in sharply. Dragging small, tight circles with your fingers shaking.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He fists himself harder, but slower. Like he wants to hold out for as long as possible. “Is it messy? Can you feel how fucking wet you are?”

You nod, eyes falling shut.

“Bet I’d slip in so easy.” He’s babbling. “Push those panties to the side and fuck you so deep.”

Your hips rock, and you rub harder. Panting now.

Charles jerks himself faster, his stomach tensing. Watching you. Devouring you. But it’s not enough. His hips keep twitching like he needs more.

“Fuck,” his voice cracks. “I can’t…fuck. I can’t take this anymore.”

And you barely register what’s happening before his hand’s around your wrist, dragging it from between your thighs. Gasping, as he pulls you into his lap.

He sits back, legs spread, eyes wild, cock still trapped beneath his sweats. And he’s already grinding up into you. So fucking desperate. So fucking hard.

You moan the very second you settle on his cock. Panties dragging against him.

“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me,” He mutters, voice cracking. “I’m trying…fuck, I’m trying not to ruin you. But you keep rubbing that little pussy on me like you’re aching for it.”

You roll your hips again. Slow. Heavy. Torture.

And his hand slides beneath your panties this time and he fucking groans when he feels it.

“Fuck,” He cries. “You’d let me fuck you like this, yeah? No prep. No warning. Just bend you over this couch and shove it in.”

You moan so loud that it echoes in the room. Your body trembling as you straddle him, the pace of your hips increasing.

His fingers circle your clit, rubbing.

“Look at how messy you are,” He groans. “Dripping all over me like you want me to come in my pants.”

You’re both a mess.

Grinding into him like you’re trying to become one. His hands are gripping your hips, controlling your movements. Pushing you into him harder.

“Gonna come,” He’s voice is absolutely wrecked. “Gonna fucking come…fuck, baby I’m gonna…”

You whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders as you drop your head forward. It hits you at the same time.

You cry out, grinding down hard as your orgasm rips through you. Your heat gushing as you rut against the ridge of his cock. Soaking him.

And Charles is groaning loudly. Spilling into his boxers.

“Fuck…fuck. Oh…fuck,” he’s panting, shaking. “Came in my fucking pants like a pathetic virgin. My God.”

You’re both breathing heavy, the roll of your hips coming to a halt as he holds you against him.

Both panting. Both shaking.

But he’s still so fucking hard. Cock twitching and throbbing beneath you.

“Turn around.”

And you barely register the command before he’s pushing you off, and bending you right over the couch. It’s rough. Face pressed into the cushion, ass bare beneath the hoodie.

“Still so fucking hard,” He sounds angry. “Came in my fucking pants and it didn’t even help.”

You hear the drag of fabric being shoved down. His cock slapping against your ass as he lines up.

He bends you over the couch like he’s been waiting his entire fucking life for it. Sleep shorts and panties pushed halfway down your thighs. He doesn’t bother wasting the time to take them off. Just grabs your hips and shoves it in.

And you scream.

“Fuck,” He pants. “Feels so fucking good. So fucking wet…gonna lose my fuckin’ mind over this cunt.”

You feel your legs start to shake.

“Could’ve been nice and slow,” His voice is low. “But now?”

You whimper, muffled by the press of your face into the cushions.

He thrusts with one deep, hard shove again.

Your cunt clenching around him instantly. Fucking soaked.

“Look at that,” He pants. “Took it all in one go. Like your slutty cunt’s been begging for me this entire time.”

You try to speak, but all that comes out is a breathy moan.

And he grabs your hips harder, the pads of his finger tips squeezing, and starts fucking into you with no remorse.

“Y’like that?” He grunts. “You like getting your best friend’s cock shoved into you?”

You sob. “Yes, fuck…Charles.”

And his hand comes down on your ass. It’s loud and sharp.

“Can’t believe this,” He sounds frustrated. “Can’t believe I’m fucking my best friend. Bent over the fucking couch, dripping all over me.”

He thrusts harder. And you’re babbling. Moaning. Yelling his name out.

“Tell me,” he’s breathing heavy. “Tell me you like it. Tell me you like my cock inside you.”

“I do,” You cry out. “I do, don’t stop.”

His hips falter, stuttering at the weight of your words.

“Sound so fuckin’ hot when you moan like that.” The pace of his hips is increasing, like he can’t get to his orgasm fast enough. And he’s still fucking throbbing inside of you. “Been thinking about it all fuckin’ night. What you’d sound like when I finally shoved my cock inside of you.”

“Feels so good,” you gasp. “So full. Don’t want it to stop..fuck.”

And you’re clenching so hard around him that you can feel him trembling. Breathing uneven.

“I’m gonna come,” You moan. “I’m gonna fuckin’ come again.”

And he leans forward, one hand slipping into your hair, gripping it, and dragging your back up just a little bit as he grinds his cock into you.

“Yeah?” He spits out. “Gonna soak my cock? Gonna come on your best friends dick like some pathetic whore?”

And you fucking do. Hard. Legs trembling, pussy clenching him so tight.

He babbles through it. Grinding into you with such a feverish pace, it has you screaming.

“Fuckin’ hell. Feels so fuckin good baby. Pussy’s so fuckin’ warm.”

And he slams into you one last time, hips jerking. Moaning absolute nonsense against the back of your neck.

You’re both breathing heavily. Collapsed over the back of the couch, his cock still buried deep in you. Panties stretched at your thighs.

And he starts moving again.

Pulls out with a slow drag that makes you feel empty. And you hate it. Whining. His come is sticky against your thighs, walls clenching.

His cock hangs heavy, flushed an angry red. Still leaking. Still fucking throbbing.

“On the floor.” He pants. “All fours.”

And you do. It was almost pathetic how fast you moved. Like a bitch in heat.

And he thrusts back into you with a loud groan.

“You feel like fucking heaven.” He chokes out. “Never gonna stop thinking about this.”

Your arms give out, face pressed flat to the floor as he pounds into you. It’s sharp and brutal.

“Charles..” You’re crying.

“I know,” he breathes softly. “I know, baby. C’mon. Give it to me again.”

And you yelp as it crashes over you. Milking him. Sucking him in deeper.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me…fuck…fuck.fuck.”

His hips snap one more time and he comes again, with a loud moan. Filling you again. Cock twitching inside of you, still so hard it’s almost not real.

And he’s laughing.

“Still so fucking hard.” He presses soft kisses to your spine. “Gonna fuck you so many times, you won’t remember where you even are.”

And his hips never stop moving. Even after he’s come, even after you collapsed into the carpet on the floor, his cock stays inside of you.

And he keeps fucking you.

Deep and claiming.

Fingers bruising your hips, cock slipping in and out of you.

“Y’gonna take it again. All of it.” He grunts. “Every drop.”

He cant stop.

“Gonna make sure you’re dripping my come for hours. All over your thighs. All over the place.”

And he grabs you by the hair, pulling you up just to whisper into your ear. Hotly.

“Want you walking around tomorrow with my come still inside you.” And you fucking sob.

The room is quiet now.

You’re curled up on the floor, a blanket beneath you now, limbs sore. And Charles is behind you, one arm on your waist. Chest pressed to your back as his lips graze the skin of your shoulder.

His hands trail all over your body, gentle and slow.

And you can still feel his cock against you. Still aching.

“You okay?” He mutters against your skin. Peppering soft kisses against it.

You nod. His hand slips down between your thighs. And he groans when his fingers dip into your folds.

“Still leaking, yeah?” He whispers.

And you press back into him without thinking.

“Can’t stop thinking about your pussy.” His voice is rough. Wrecked. Hoarse. “Need to fuck you slow baby.”

Your breath falters. And you nod.

He slips in easily. And you both groan softly into each other.

“Could stay here forever.”

You shift slightly, giving him a better angle.

“Gonna milk me again?” He says. “Gonna take all my come, yeah? Until I have nothing left to give?”

You don’t answer. Just roll your hips back against him.

He fucks into you slowly. Unhurried. Like he never wants to stop being inside of you like this.

And he’s quiet. For once.

His lips brush against your shoulder. “Think I’ve wanted you like this for a long time.”

And his thrusts are slow and deep.

“Started wondering too much. Didn’t want to ruin anything.”

You let out a soft whimper. His hand stretched across your stomach. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

“Feeling you like this,” He starts, choking on his words. “And it makes me think…maybe it was always you.”

And your chest aches at the words.

“I think I’ve always been yours.”

His hips halt. Still. Only for a second.

Processing your words.

And then he fucks into you harder. Not rough. Just more feverish. Like he wants to claim you for eternity.

“I love you,” he gasps. “Fuckin love you. Didn’t know what to do about it. Drove me fuckin’ crazy.”

You turn your head, catching his mouth in a sloppy kiss thats all tongue.

“I love you,” you whisper against his mouth.

And that’s all it takes.

He groans, spilling inside of you. His forehead pressed into your neck. Shaking.

You both settle in silence again. Just the sounds of you breathing and the TV heard.

He’s still inside you, chest pressed to your back, an arm curled around your waist. Both barely able to move. His cock finally softening.

“Seriously what the fuck was in that chocolate?”

You blink. And then you laugh. Loudly. Tears filling your eyes.

And Charles smiles against your shoulder.

“Wasn’t just the chocolate, you know that?” He says quietly. Peppering kisses.

“I know.”

His nose trails along your skin, nudging your neck. “We should buy more though.”

And you laugh.

“Down."

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onceuponadetectivedemigod · 2 months ago

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𓂃𖤐 SIREN SONG

pairing . . . charles leclerc x demigod!ofc

read all . . . part two

summary . . . “she was absolutely perfect, voice echoing and turning every word into a siren song. He would see her again, he could feel it in his bones.”

wc . . . 1353

scvderianat’s radio . . . My very first fic! I am so excited for this one, specially as I am merging two of my favorite things: pjo and Charles Leclerc. Be warned of the canon divergence: Poseidon stayed with the Jacksons! If you like this one, you might get a part two.

EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, Charles still vividly remembers the first time he saw her. He was young then, still trying to dodge school to focus on racing, when he found something else to live for.

He rushed through the streets of his hometown, eager to get home after another day inside a stuffy classroom learning things he would never need to know — all he needed was his helmet, good ears, and good reflexes. Charles fumbled with the straps of his backpack, trying to put his left arm back in the gap when his right shoulder ached from the weight of his books. He sighed once the weight was evenly matched and grumbled a bit about the pain when melodic laughter echoed in the marina.

His head shot up, eyes wandering around the numerous boats stationed on the Monegasque coast. He heard it once more before being able to pinpoint the source.

There, in the distance, stood the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Her hazelnut hair glowed and her tanned skin seemed covered in golden glitter in the sunlight. She was giggling next to a boy who looked like her, while an older man, maybe a father or an uncle, chased a woman through the deck. They were all laughing, but it was like her giggles were carried by the winds directly into his ears.

Charles breathed, watching her just as attentively as she watched the adults with her, his own lips stretching into a smile to mirror her own.

As if sensing the sudden attention her head turned, hair flying in the wind, and stared directly into his eyes. Charles could feel the heat on his neck, the red creeping up onto his cheeks as he realized he was standing still but the world was still going on. He gave a small wave, shyly, and kept on walking, cursing himself for his foolishness.

He sees a gorgeous girl and embarrasses himself immediately without saying a thing. Would she think him a creep? Or even worse, stupid?

In his rush, he missed the way she grinned and waved back, and the way her eyes, filled with curiosity, tracked him until he turned into a narrow street.

“What is it?” Percy questioned worriedly, looking around to see if a monster had caught her attention what had caught her attention.

“Nothing.” She smiled at her brother before turning back to where her parents were now dancing with no music.

She wanted to live a love like theirs someday.

YEARS PASS BEFORE THEY MEET AGAIN. Charles had won the Formula 2 championship and was signed into Formula 1 for the following year. He floated through the celebrations and interviews, high on happiness and success.

The sand felt hot beneath him, coarse and promising a great amount of itching if he didn’t wash it in 10 minutes after standing up. He could see Arthur in the water, and he knew his Maman and Lorenzo were not too far either, sitting under the shade a few dozen meters to his left.

Charles’ gaze was locked on the waves breaking on the shore. The Persian Gulf stretched for miles ahead of him, an infinity made of the prettiest shades of blue.

The young man felt accomplished but suffocated. He had done it; he reached one of his biggest dreams, and he still felt… empty. Jules wasn’t there to see it, his father wasn’t there to see it.

He could feel the fear settling low in his gut. What if he wasn’t good enough? What if Sauber decided it was a mistake to sing him and he was canned at the end of the next season with no contracts in sight? What if everything he worked so hard had been for nothing? What if—

A familiar bell-like giggle sounded right behind him as he felt a nudge. Charles froze for a millisecond before turning his head, and he could not believe his eyes.

There, standing up was a girl— well, a woman really, but that doesn’t matter! What does matter is that he recognized her.

The chestnut hair was the same: long and wavy, with some tiny braids hidden among the locks, only identified by little charms that decorated them; her skin still glowed, but now, up close, he could see faint lighter lines — scars — spread over her legs, arms, and torso. Had those been there when he had seen her for the first time? He was too far to see it then but some of those looked old — years old.

Time stilled as he met her eyes. They were as blue as the ocean ahead of them, and her button nose had a light layer of freckles. Charles snapped out of it as he saw her open her mouth.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” She had an accent, Charles noticed absentmindedly. It was small, from somewhere in the States maybe? “But your mom, I think, asked me to call you when she saw me coming this way..”

“Oh…” Very eloquent, Charles, Congratulations! “Thank you, uh… sorry what’s your name?”

Smooth.

She smiled, head still a bit tilted as she looked down at him, “I’m Vivienne…” Her eyes followed Charles as he stood, turning to face her fully.

Now he was the one staring down at her, “Thank you, Vivienne.” He savored the name, testing it. The French rolled easily off his tongue, and he smiled, “I’m Charles.”

“Nice to meet you, Charles.” Vivienne’s eyes trailed to her right side. He followed her line of sight and found a man laid back in a lounge chair, the same one from the boat all those years ago, staring at them. He looked a lot like Vivienne and tilted his head to the side, eyebrows raising a bit.

Vivienne scoffed, pulling Charles’ attention from the man who was most likely her father and turned back to him.

“Sorry, my dad is getting impatient.” She smirked and Charles could see movement in his peripheral vision, as though her father had heard what she said and turned fully to them. “I got to go…”

She turned halfway before Charles called out, asking if she had Instagram. Vivienne grinned softly and swiftly told him her username before walking away. Charles watched for a while, still enraptured by her simple presence, before making his way to his mother.

On the way back to Monaco, he got lost in his thoughts again. Only this time they were much more pleasant as they laid solely on Vivienne Jackson.

Her Instagram feed was filled with pictures of her family and friends, and many more pictures of the beach and marine life. She had a twin brother named Percy and they both went to University — but which one wasn’t clear.

The most curious part of it was the exclusively pink sequence of posts at the top of her feed. She was an actress! She had just starred, a few months back, as Mean Girl’s Regina George on the new musical and had just finished the last of the showings. Charles had looked up clips of her performance and she was absolutely perfect, voice echoing and turning every word into a siren song.

He would see her again, he could feel it in his bones.

VIVIENNE WAS SCROLLING through her notifications when she saw it.

charlesleclerc requested to follow you.

Her stomach did a funny thing when she opened his profile, his feed filled with red and cars and champagne showers. She noticed the way his eyes glowed when he held a trophy and the dimples on his face when he smiled.

Public figure, she mused as she saw the little blue symbol next to his name. What a coincidence, Vivienne thought, that two people who met years ago were rising in fame at the same time had met again.

She clicked on the follow button and turned off her phone.

What a coincidence indeed.

UP IN OLYMPUS, Aphrodite giggled. Oh, yes! Her greatest work since Perseus and Annabeth was starting to bloom, and she could not wait to write their romance.

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𓂃𖤐DEEP DIVE, siren song pt.2

pairing . . . charles leclerc x demigod!ofc

read all . . . part. 1

summary . . . “And, much like a deep dive in the ocean, he felt like he’d seen so much but nothing at all.”

wc . . . 5.0k

scvderianat’s radio . . . hello, lovelies! In this one, we see glimpses of Vivienne’s life growing up. Contains mentions of character death and some violent themes, but nothing out of the expected when it comes to pjo. If you have any questions, please ask them; I did not go too deep into the pjo books, only the general plot of each, so I understand if you have any doubts and will be happy to clarify them. I think I will be keeping a taglist for this series, so let me know if you’d like to be added to it🩵

POSEIDON HELD LITTLE VIVIENNE IN HIS ARMS. His first half-blood daughter, his little princess. The blonde curls glowed under artificial warm lights as the newborn baby barely fussed as she slept peacefully on his chest.

Sally, he could see, still fed their firstborn, her hand brushing his hair — perfect blonde curls, just like his twin’s — with gentle motions. Her dark curls floated like a halo around her head, and every once in a while, she would try to tuck the locks behind her ears.

The King of the Seas sighed, leaning onto the back of the plush chair with great care so as to not disturb his daughter’s sleep. The first demigod children he sired after the oath were twins — equalling him and his younger brother.

He silently cursed the Fates’ sense of humor. Two children to be punished for his carelessness, and a beautiful and kind young mortal to suffer with them.

Poseidon wondered if he could convince Sally to live in Atlantis now that she had given birth. He knew she would refuse, it had been a struggle to convince her to have the babies at his palace where he could muffle their powers with his own.

He could feel they were powerful, and he knew their scent would be stronger since they were a pair. There, under the sea, he could shield them, mask their power with his godly essence. But as soon as they were on land and a bit older, his brothers would notice, and with them, the hundreds of monsters starving for strong demigods.

Still, he would never suggest separating the twins or forcing Sally to stay with him. Even with his promises that Amphitrite was aware of his love for Sally and that they had agreements regarding their marriage, the young mortal refused to live within his wife’s territory.

It will feel odd, Sei, she had told him; Your wife sharing walls with your mistress? No, I don’t want it to be uncomfortable for her or your children.

Poseidon argued that the palace was big and that he could even build Sally a place, but she was stubborn and refused to have so little independence.

“I can hear you thinking, Sei,” Her voice sounded muffled through the air bubble that allowed her to breathe underwater, “What is going on?”

“I’m worried,” He said, softly, “Their lives will be dangerous without me around to shield them; their auras are strong enough alone, but together…”

Sally stared at him with a gentle and loving smile, the same she always gave him. But deep in her eyes he could see the uneasiness, and knew she was just as concerned as him.

“We’ll be fine,” She assured him, gently adjusting their son after he finished eating. “I will figure something out, I promise.”

“But what if you didn’t have to?” Sally tensed.

“I already told you—“

“I know you won’t stay,” he smoothly interrupted. “So what if I do?”

Sally froze, her hand stopping the up and down motions on their son’s back, who made a small sound at the loss of movement.

“What?” Her voice was small and flat, not allowing her mind to entertain this preposterous idea. “What do you mean ‘if you stay’? You have a family down here, and a whole court too! You can’t just drop that and—“

“I can,” He interrupted once again. “Triton and Amphitrite can rule the court while I’m up. I will have to come down regularly to avoid gaining the council’s attention but—“

“Are you serious?” Sally was sure her eyes would be welled up with tears had she been above the water.

She knew Poseidon loved her, and that he loved their children from the moment he could feel the divinity growing in her womb. But offering to go up to the land, and lie to his family about his other family for gods know how long? Of course, his wife and heir already knew and were very happy with the additions to the royal family, but still…

“Never been more serious, I believe,” He stood and made his way to sit beside her. “Our kids… they will need all the training and protection they can get. Monsters won’t get near if they feel my presence around them, and I will be able to hide them from my siblings.”

Sally blinked, then leaned into his body heat with shiny eyes and a wide smile as she looked down at the sleeping newborns.

Perseus and Vivienne Jackson would grow up loved, and safe and, most importantly, with both parents.

THE FIRST YEARS OF THE TWINS’ lives were a blur of laughter, fake sword fights, and sailing journeys. They grew stronger every day and thrived under Poseidon’s keen training.

Perseus — who would like to be addressed as Percy, thank you very much! — was an innate swordsman and incredible with a trident at nine years old. He excelled in calling the water to him — though he struggled with control — and was a natural at sailing. It was as though the ropes and sails just knew what to do the moment he stepped into a boat.

Vivienne, on the other hand, was even better than her brother when it came to the trident. She knew she’d have the upper hand in most fights but still chose two more weapons to learn and perfect: a dagger and a bow. She was not very good with the sword; even with it being a short/medium-range weapon, she preferred to stab rather than slice. Besides, her trident could be used both as a long and short-range weapon, so she didn’t have much enthusiasm to fight with swords or the need for it.

She was much more in tune with her earth-shaking powers than her brother. Vivienne, once, got so upset at a teacher that the Gods questioned her father about what had angered him enough to cause an earthquake. Vivienne realized that the fish talked to them before her Percy did, and giggled as he didn’t believe her until she called for a shark — a shark! — while they were at the beach in Montauk.

Vivienne was also fond of music. Percy could carry a tune, too, with his guitar — both the acoustic and the electric one — but for Vivienne it was different.

It was as though the world itself felt when she played. Rain fell when the chords of her violin echoed sad melodies, or how the flowers on her windowsill seemed more vibrant as she played happier pieces on her piano.

Her father didn’t know where that came from. The rain, yes, that was his. But the way nature glowed as she played? He had no idea. His theory was that Sally was a distant legacy from Demeter or Persephone — she was clear-sighted after all — but there was no way to be sure.

For now, they would just enjoy peace while it lasted, Poseidon and Sally thought as they exchanged a look, their children’s boisterous laughter ringing on the shores of Long Island.

THE SUMMER OF 2010 changed everything Vivienne thought she knew about life.

Now, don’t get me wrong, Vivienne wasn’t naïve. She knew how lucky she was to have her father stay with her family, and how much he risked doing it. But to see the situation at Camp Half-Blood…

Her uncle sent a Kindly One to kill them, and later abducted her mother and made her and Percy believe she was dead. Then the twins were shoved into the Hermes Cabin without much of an explanation, alongside dozens of other unclaimed kids.

Vivienne simply wasn’t aware of how dislocated she was from the demigod reality. She knew her father was going to claim her and her brother; it was just a matter of finding the right moment. But even then he was always at the back of her mind, sending comfort and assuring her that everything would resolve itself soon enough.

And when the moment came, they became isolated. The other campers were afraid and distant. Their sword fighting lessons — because everyone was under the impression they didn’t know anything about defending themselves — were two-on-one with Luke Castellan, the head counselor of Cabin Eleven.

Annabeth Chase, a daughter of Athena, still mentored them in Ancient Greek. But, unlike before, she was distant, always muttering to herself and never staring them in the eyes.

Even some kids from Cabin 7 — Apollo’s — who Vivienne had bonded with avoided her now. Percy was quieter, mostly interacting with Luke, Annabeth, and Grover even before they were claimed, but Vivienne struggled.

She was a social butterfly: she made friends wherever she went with her endless charm and effortless kindness; she thrived on human contact and interactions.

Now she spent most of her time stuffed inside her cabin. Her father had tweaked the decorations a bit, to make it more familiar and comfortable for the twins. Two king-sized beds opposed to each other, a lounge area with all the fun stuff they had back home, and their music gear, where Vivienne found comfort in the strings of her violin.

A few days after they were claimed, they received a quest. The King of Gods ordered that one of the twins was to stay within camp borders while the other retrieved his missing Master Bolt — the one he accused them of stealing under the orders of their father.

Vivienne stayed back, heart on her throat as she watched her other half walk down the Half-Blood Hill where Chiron and she saw him and his quest mates off.

It was odd to be without him. Vivienne split her time between sword lessons with Luke and learning how to control her powers with Chiron. The old centaur focused on her water abilities, and Vivienne was glad to see she improved her control of it. When she wasn’t doing any of those things, she could be found on the beach, surfing, swimming, and chatting with nereids, or inside her cabin.

None of the other campers enjoyed being around her, so what was the point in trying? Even Luke, she noticed, was distancing himself, barely chatting with her during their daily sparring sessions. He grew more ruthless as well, and her arms were littered with small cuts at the end of their hour. The saltwater would heal her; Luke would never do it out of malice and always questioned if she was okay to keep going every time his blade made a gash on her skin. She never backed down.

Things did get better after her brother returned, successful and with the news that their mother was alive, waiting for them. Vivienne wished to leave immediately and cry in Sally’s arms, but both her mother and father advised her to stay at camp for the remainder of the summer.

Percy told her in detail how the quest went. How he encountered the Three Furies just as they began their journey to Los Angeles and how he slain Medusa just as his namesake did. How he jumped from the Gateway Arch and met Lord Ares. How they got stuck into a hotel that made time pass faster on the outside and dived into Santa Monica to receive a message from their father.

He told her of his uncle, how his Helm of Darkness had been stolen and that his father decided to tell him that he had raised them — he never managed to find the right time to do so. Percy then told her of his fight with Ares and how he managed to wound the God of War, and how he believed the Lord of Time planned to rise once again.

“Lord Zeus refuses to believe. He shut Dad down when he brought it up,” He whispered as they stared at the ceiling, lying side by side on his bed. “But dad warned Lord Hades… I think he will be easier to convince since Grandfather is in his realm.”

Vivienne pursed her lips, nodding, but said nothing. She snuggled deeper into her twin’s embrace, glad to have him back safe and sound.

The campers saw her and Percy as approachable now; Annabeth and Vivienne grew closer. She was back to singing soundtracks to musicals with Cabin Seven and started hanging out with some children of Aphrodite too!

All was well until they discovered Luke’s treason, his last act at the camp being an attempt to kill Percy.

THE NEXT SUMMER came and went in a blur. She snuck out of the camp with Percy, Annabeth, and Tyson, her newfound Cyclops half-brother. Vivienne could already hear the scolds they would receive from their parents.

“Let’s worry about that later, when we’re not being hunted by a Hydra!” Her brother said.

Her bow felt light on her hands, arrows striking exactly where she aimed. She wondered if Percy’s aim was so bad because the bows he tried had been made on dry land instead of being forged underwater like her own.

She could feel her trident cold between her collarbone, where it was disguised as a necklace pendant hanging from a silver chain. She knew she could not use it, not when Annabeth did not know her father had raised her and her brother.

After adventures that were enough for an entire mortal life, Vivienne, Percy and their friends came back to Camp Half-Blood just in time to see Clarisse — the actual quest leader — hanging the Golden Fleece on Thalia’s tree, strengthening the barriers and purging out the venom.

Later that night, they found out that poison wasn’t the only thing the Fleece purged.

Thalia Grace had come back to life, and another variable of the Great Prophecy was back in the game.

THAT WINTER BREAK was the most terrifying one Vivienne had ever had. For her, winter breaks meant silly Hallmark movies, blue cookies, and hot chocolate with her parents and brother. It was comfort and love and security.

It all shattered when she found herself bearing the weight of the sky on her shoulders — for real!

There on Mount Othrys, standing in Atlas’ place beside Annabeth, with her arms straining and back burning, Vivienne wondered how long it would take until her mortal body cracked underneath the crushing burden of the sky. She prayed to her father that it would take long; she could not leave her friend to bear it on her own.

But then, twenty-four hours later, Lady Artemis was forced to take their place. In her relieved haze, Vivienne didn’t realize how truly terrifying it was that a goddess had been captured. And Artemis, above all else!

She was chained and useless for days, praying and hoping and avoiding falling asleep. She had made that mistake just after Artemis was captured and the things Kronos made her watch— Vivienne shivered to remember the mangled body of her mother and the headless one of her father, and Percy… She felt like throwing up.

And then her brother came to her rescue, alongside Thalia, Grover, and two of Artemis’s hunters. Everything went to hell, and Vivienne had to watch Percy suffer as she did when he took the sky from Artemis’ hands so she could fight Atlas.

After tricking the Titan into holding the sky once more, the demigods made a run for it. On their way to Olympus for the council meeting that happened during the longest night of the year, Vivienne rode Tari, the white and winged mare her father had gifted her after Percy was chosen by his own — Blackjack — after he freed him from being used by Luke.

Her brother rode next to her, with Annabeth leaning into him, still exhausted. Percy kept glancing at Vivienne as if expecting her to slump down when the adrenaline ran out of her system. And, if Vivienne was being honest, she would have passed out long ago hadn’t she discreetly healed herself little by little as she willed the moisture from the air to sink into her skin.

At Olympus, she witnessed, for the first time, as the Gods discussed whether or not to kill her and Percy.

“These three are dangerous,” Ares had growled. “It’d be much safer, while we got them here—“

“Ares,” Her father stepped in, “they are worthy heroes. We will not blast my children to bits.”

“Nor my daughter,” Zeus grumbled. “She has done well.”

From the corner of her eyes, Vivienne could see Thalia blush and stare at the polished marble floor. She wondered how she would feel had she been in her position. It’s not like Zeus had done much for Thalia besides turning her into a tree and giving her a couple of magic items when she came back to life.

The Olympians went back and forth for a while, with Athena agreeing that Ares had a point before insulting him which nearly sparked a fight before Artemis intervened.

“I will not have them punished," She said. "I will have them rewarded. If we destroy heroes who do us a great favor, then we are no better than the Titans. If this is Olympian justice, I will have none of it."

A lot of unnecessary talk later and Percy silently freaking out for some reason, Artemis offered Thalia the position of Lieutenant of her Hunt since Zoe Nightshade perished due to poisoning by Landon, the guardian dragon of the Garden of the Hesperides, and a blow from her father, Atlas’, hand.

Thalia swore her oath and once again the Prophecy rested on the shoulders of the twins, its burden seeming even heavier than that of the sky.

Then it was time for the celebrations! Gods swarmed the heroes, congratulating them profusely before getting distracted with something else. Apollo hogged Vivienne’s attention for a little, making her giggle while he checked her over for injuries at the request of her father.

Speaking of him, Poseidon found her in a silent corner as she watched her brother and Annabeth slowly dance to a hopeful tune. The god sat next to his youngest daughter, pulling her to his side. Vivienne leaned into him, still looking at Percy when she said, lowly:

“He likes her so much,” Poseidon blinked, looking down at her. “And he doesn’t even notice it.”

He inspected the two demigods before looking back at his daughter. There was a soft smile on her lips, blue eyes shining with fondness, but deep down he could glimpse the exhaustion. His hand caressed her hair, and the curls were dismantled when he found was he was looking for without noticing.

It was darker in the corner they were. It made him take longer to recognize the gray, lifeless strands, sprouting from various places. Earlier, when he talked to Percy, he saw the single gray lock on the front of his hair so it wasn’t a surprise, but the amount of gray on Vivienne’s…

“I think it’s nice,” she murmured, touching a gray curl with the tip of her fingers. But he could feel the shaky breath she took, and he could see the tremble of her hands.

Poseidon turned a little, pulling her fully into a hug. Tears dripped on his Hawaiian print shirt, and he rubbed his hands up and down Vivienne’s back.

“Shh, Vivi,” He whispered. “All will be well, sweetheart.”

He let her cry it out, heavy sobs wreaking her whole body. Poseidon felt like crying himself. Every jolt of his daughter’s body in his arms went straight to his heart, stabbing it with a poisoned blade.

“Apollo couldn’t heal it,” She sniffed after a few minutes. “He said it was like a trophy, a solid proof of my strength. I will have it forever.”

Her eyes were red when Poseidon grabbed her face in his hands; they were warm over Vivienne’s already heated cheeks. He wiped her tears with his thumbs and gently kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry, my dear,” he said, sadly. “I’m so sorry you went through this, and I’m so sorry to put this burden on you.”

Vivienne gazed into her father’s eyes, seeing it filled with love and sorrow and regret. They had had that conversation many times before, and so Vivienne did not say anything, simply hugging her father again.

“Can we go home?” Her voice was small, so unlike the outspoken girl she had been just a week ago.

“Of course, my heart.” And, without caring for who might see it, Poseidon and Vivienne vanished in a flash of light, leaving behind the scent of the ocean.

SUMMER OF 2012 NEARLY broke Vivienne. All she could think of was that at the same time in the next year, they would be on the brink of a war.

With Thalia out of the equation, Vivienne, Percy, and Nico, a son of Hades who was discovered just before she was abducted on winter break, were the possibilities.

Nico was nearly eleven, so that gave them five years if he was the hero mentioned in the Prophecy. It was wishful thinking from Vivienne, a selfish desire that she or Percy wouldn’t die at sixteen.

She would feel crushing guilt every time she found herself hoping that the prophecy was about Nico.

Vivienne didn’t know Percy had already claimed it.

The days inside the Labyrinth were long and tiring, and Vivienne never felt so suffocated. It was Annabeth’s quest, so it was obvious she would take Percy and Grover with her. Vivienne didn’t expect to be invited along, but she did not deny her friend.

“I need you, Vivi.” She had whispered as they sat, looking over possible schematics of Daedalus’ greatest creation: a Labyrinth that went on and on beneath the earth, spreading all over the United States.

After separating from Grover and Tyson who would follow Pan’s lingering trail, witnessing Annabeth and Percy’s very first kiss — she would so tease them if they made it out alive — making Mt. Saint Helens explode and then punching her brother for making everyone believe he was dead, Vivienne was ready for the summer to end.

But of course, Percy had to make it even more messy. Clear-sighted mortal Rachel Elizabeth Dare joined them, guiding them through the maze until they found Daedalus’ workshop.

Following another encounter with Luke, the blue of his eyes replaced with molten gold, the demigods prepared for battle back inside camp borders.

It was fast and brutal, ending when Briares, the Hundred-Handed One, fought alongside the campers, forcing Kronos’ forces to retreat into the Labyrinth.

Nico di Angelo, who they had found inside the maze, helped Daedalus to find peace, but not before the great inventor left Annabeth with a laptop filled with his projects.

The Labyrinth fell with him. Camp Half-Blood mourned their dead and breathed.

The next time they were together, there would be war.

THE NEXT JULY, Poseidon decided to take his family to sail before they were all consumed with engaging in the war. He could see how the thoughts of what was to come were weighing heavily on Sally and the twin’s bodies and knew that it could be the last peaceful moment they would have together.

The two teenagers trained non-stop, going to Camp Half-Blood whenever they had free time from school. He could see the bags underneath their eyes — yes, even if you try to put makeup on them, Vivi. He sees you when you wake up in the morning— and how their smiles are less frequent. Music no longer lingered in the hallways of their apartment in Manhattan, and they barely hung out with their mortal friends.

The four of them went all around Europe and stopped in various coastal cities before jumping to the next one. Portimão and Malaga were two of Vivienne’s personal favorites until they stopped in Monaco.

The small principality was beautiful. Full of glamour and fast cars. Poseidon and Sally walked hand in hand, Percy and Vivienne — blue and pink caps on their heads with “Neptune’s favorite fishing hat” embroidered in tiny white letters, copies of their father’s own blue cap — chatted excitedly about the tire marks on the streets, remnants of the Formula 1 race that happened every year.

Monaco was also when she first saw him. But let's not dwell on it for now.

As they sailed through the Italian coast, her father started to feel quite roman. His demeanor changed, slightly more insistent that they kept up with their training schedule. Once they reached Greece, her Poseidon was back to acting more like Poseidon and less like Neptune.

They didn’t hang there for much time. The Ancient Lands were dangerous for demigods, but Percy insisted they stopped at the Acropolis just so he could take a picture of the Parthenon for Annabeth.

Vivienne enjoyed the weeks with her family, filled with good food and light conversations. But August grew closer, and so did their deadline.

As soon as they were back in the States, Charles Beckendorf, the Head Counsellor of Cabin 9, came to them accompanied by their pegasi. Tari and Blackjack carried them to Princess Andromeda for their sneak attack. After the Greek Fire explosion, Percy and Vivienne walked away. Charles didn’t.

Percy and Vivienne regained consciousness in his father’s palace. Tyson, who was standing vigil over his siblings took them to the throne room, where they met with his father, stepmother, and half-brother.

Poseidon, looking much older compared to a few days before, confirmed Oceanus had launched his attack and that the war had started in the seas. He sends them up to Camp Half-Blood with a kiss on the forehead and a set of armor forged by Tyson for each, promising they would see each other again.

Vivienne held a devastated Silena Beauregard as the daughter of Aphrodite wept over the loss of the love of her life. Clarisse La Rue trailing along them like a bodyguard.

Vivienne wondered how Aphrodite could be so ruthless, allowing her daughter to fall in love with someone only to lose them just before their life together truly started.

Nico came around again, pressuring the twins into following his plan. “It’s the only way to beat Luke,” He had told them multiple times before.

Convincing Sally to give them her blessing and watching as their mother struggled to come to terms with the risks was… something. She did it in the end, and off they went into the underworld, with a last blue cookie and the instructions to a signal.

Dipping into the River Styx was the most painful thing Vivienne went through. Her whole body burned when she pulled herself out of the haze — tugging into that curious red string tied to her left wrist, silky thread continuing endlessly — and onto the dark-sand shore of the river with shaking arms and gasping breaths.

It was weird, being invulnerable. She could barely feel when Percy grasped at her arm, or how rough the straps of her armor were on her skin as she prepared for battle. Celestial bronze, tinted with a slight pink shined polished under the sun as the campers and the hunters were assigned their places all over the city.

The entire island of Manhattan was asleep; their battle would soon start.

She prayed, even knowing no answer would come from her father as he was engaged in his battle underwater. She prayed, even knowing no answer would come from Lady Artemis, who favored her, as she fought Tiphon with all her might.

To Lady Hestia, though, she prayed even harder for she would answer. She was the Last Olympian, the one who kept the blaze while all the others fought to protect their home.

The warmth she felt was like one of her mother’s hugs, and she hoped Lady Hestia would be able to help her protect her family.

And so she walked into battle. With braided hair and a trident on her hands, she would brave the storm.

CHARLES SCANNED THE framed pictures on the bookshelf of Vivienne’s living room. Her whole apartment was filled with them, little pieces of her family and friends.

Around the room — and in the kitchen, that he could see since they were separated only by a counter with four seats facing opposite to the living room — there was memorabilia of sea-related stuff and little action figures from some old game, a framed poster of ‘Mean Girls,The Musical’ on a wall and an assortment of pink and blue trinkets. All of that stuff made him feel as if he went on a tour of Vivienne’s life.

And, much like a deep dive in the ocean, he felt like he’d seen so much but nothing at all.

“Okay, I’m all ready!” He turned to her, a smile widening on his lips.

She was truly stunning. Her hair was tied back in a slick, parted, ponytail, and she wore a long-sleeved mini-black dress paired with combat boots and a handbag of the same color. Her leather-string beaded necklace — the one he’d always see on her Instagram — was nowhere to be found, leaving only the silver chain with a small trident hanging from it.

Charles walked up to her, still smiling. Vivienne flushed under his gaze, fiddling with her earrings.

“I’m sorry for making you wait, my brother was being an ass,” Charles grinned, eyebrows raising.

He had heard incessant questioning and laughter, muffled by the walls, while she finished getting ready, and she had been on the phone when she buzzed him up.

“It’s alright, Cherie,” he took her hand, raising it to his lips and giving it a featherlight kiss. “Shall we go?”

Vivienne, blushing even harder, just nodded, lips pressed together to not scream her mind off.

As Charles led her to his car, Vivienne sent a quick prayer to Aphrodite, begging the Goddess of Love to allow this to go well.

She hopes, with all she has, that the smell of fresh roses brought by the wind means confirmation.

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summary: mercedes' princess has found her prince and she decides to use a very particular color as a clue for everyone to know who he is.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!wolff!reader

faceclaim: olivia grivas

warnings: just fluff, soft launching, george and reader being friends and not much.

a/n: first time writing wolff!reader but i had a lot of fun, hope you all enjoy it just as much 😋

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username3 GEORGE WHAT DO YOU KNOW

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username4 it has to be the driver from the rumors

username5 has to be, that's why they are on vacation while there's no races

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username6 IS THAT TOTO'S DAUGHTER??? 😳

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username4 THEY ARE TOGETHER !!!!!!!

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onceuponadetectivedemigod · 2 months ago

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lando bottled AND charles is starting P2 after the george russell penalty….life is worth living again

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fascinating things happening all across the pit wall today

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domestic argument

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mrs. leclerc | charles leclerc

synopsis: in which you finally get married to the love of your life

a/n: based on this request!

warnings!!: smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex (be safe!!), pet names, soft sex, body worshipping, just some fluffy newlywed sex

pairing: husband!charles leclerc x wife!reader

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The soft classical music echoed through the grand wedding hall as the doors opened, the whole room turning around to see you standing there, bouquet in hand, waiting to finally walk down the aisle towards the love of your life.

Your family were all standing in the front row, tissues already dabbing at the tears falling down their cheeks.

On the opposite side, Charles' mother stood alongside his older brother, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Everyone had been waiting for this day ever since you and Charles got together. They all knew you would end up getting married, they could tell that you were made for each other.

The day when you announced your engagement, both of your families cheered and jumped up and down in excitement, happy that both of their children had found love with each other.

And now, here you were, 4 years after the first night he had kissed you and asked you to be his girlfriend, walking down the aisle to finally seal your future together.

You turned your head to look at your father, who was already looking at you with a fond smile on his face.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, his eyes sparkling as he looked at his little girl, all grown up and ready to get married to the love of her life.

You smiled and took a deep breath before you nodded, turning around to face the hall once again.

The two of you slowly started to walk towards the aisle, your eyes finding Charles' and your gaze never faltering. You could see, even from far away, that he was struggling not to cry, seeing you in your wedding dress and knowing that you were going to be his wife in less than half an hour making him more emotional than he thought it would.

The guests gazed in awe at you as you walked past them, your wedding gown flowing effortlessly after you.

When you finally reached Charles and your father gave you away to him, you were barely holding your tears in.

"Hey" Charles whispered as you now stood in front of him, smiling through the tears.

"Hey" you whispered back, turning around slightly to pass your bouquet to your maid of honor, who happened to be your sister-in-law, Charlotte.

Turning back to him, you got lost in his eyes, the whole world around you ceasing to exist.

Neither of you registered what the priest was saying, too lost in each other. So many unspoken words were being exchanged between the two of you, vows that this moment was forever.

"And now, you may kiss the bride"

Those were the words that finally snapped you out of your daydream and brought you back to reality.

Charles gave you a wide smile before he closed the gap between the two of you and pressed his lips against yours, holding your face in one hand and keeping a tight hold on your waist with the other.

The entire church hall cheered and clapped as they rose to their feet, yours and Charles' mothers visibly dabbing their eyes with tissues every now and then.

Every single guest was on their feet, whistling as Charles didn't seem to want to let you go.

"Charles" you said as you giggled against his lips, your cheeks flushed as you knew everyone was staring at the two of you.

Charles, your now husband, smiled and gave you one last peck before he finally pulled away, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you.

Turning back towards the hall, Charles took your hand in his and raised both of them above your heads, smiling widely as your guests cheered even louder and threw flowers up in the air.

You giggled as you looked at Charles before you started walking down the steps and towards the double-oak doors you just stepped through mere minutes ago.

But now, you were walking out a married woman.

♡♡♡♡♡

The wedding reception was everything you had dreamed it would be and so much more.

The venue was decorated exactly as you and Charles had envisioned it, with adorning flower arrangements, twinkling lights hanging from the ceiling, elegant chandeliers adorned with flower vines.

Everything seemed taken out of a fairytale book.

The hours faded away as everyone gathered at the venue. The band was playing soft music in the background, everyone dancing quietly with their partners on the dance floor.

You and Charles were in the middle of the dance floor, swaying slowly to the music, your foreheads resting against each other.

"Can you believe we're married?" you whispered, opening your eyes to gaze up at him.

He smiled at you, his arms tightening around your waist to bring you even closer to him.

"I can't thank my lucky stars enough than I can now officially call you my wife" he said, leaning his head down to trail small kisses up and down the exposed skin of your neck.

You giggled, his his breath tickling your skin.

“Charles, there’s people all around us. Please do try and have some patience until we get to our suite” you whisper in his ear, an undertone of sensuality laced in your voice.

Charles groaned silently in your ear, his hands tightening his hold around your waist.

“Can’t we just go now?” he whispered again, leaving open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck.

You shook your head, giggling as you held the back of his neck.

“Charles, we’re only getting married once. Let me enjoy our wedding before we get to enjoy our wedding night later” you said, accentuating the word later.

Charles pouted for a second, but then nodded and smiled at you.

He knew how much you had been looking forward to getting married, how stressed you had been while you were planning everything with his mother and your sister-in-law for the months leading up to the wedding.

He owed you the wedding of your dreams, he owed it to you to give you the time of your life on this special day for your life together.

And so, as the night wore on, everything was a blur. People were dancing, everyone was mingling with each other, drinks were shared and the famous cake came at midnight.

Everything was perfect.

And when it finally ended and it was time for you and Charles to retreat back to your apartment, that’s when the real fun would begin.

♡♡♡♡♡

"You're so beautiful, and all mine" Charles whispered into the shell of your ear, his sweaty body pressed deliciously against yours.

The two of you had barely made it to your suite once the wedding party had ended, Charles' hands desperately toying with the lace at the back of your wedding gown.

And now, he had you sprawled on the hotel room queen sized bed, your wedding down carefully placed on a chair, his suit thrown somewhere on the ground, and his only focus was you.

“Charles” you moaned, scratching at this back with your nails.

He felt so good, reaching spots inside of you that had you seeing stars and losing yourself in the feeling of him.

Charles was driving his length in and out of you, making sure that you felt every single inch that he had to offer you.

“My wife, my beautiful wife, I’m so lucky to have you all to myself like this” he whispered, slowing down his thrusts to lean down and take one of your nipples in his mouth.

His tongue was swirling your nipple around in his mouth, all the while his hips were thrusting in and out of you with a soft urgency.

Your nails were digging into the skin of his back, soft whimpers leaving your mouth every so often.

The feeling of him was overwhelming, the passion with which he was making love to you making your head go dizzy.

His cock was reaching depths inside of you like never before, the stretch of your walls burning deliciously to accommodate his thick length.

“Charles” you whined out when his cock hit a particularly sensitive part inside of you.

He responded by giving you yet another deep stroke, and another, and another until all you could get out were whines and moans, your hands still clawing at his back.

“Are you close, mon cœur?” Charles whispered in your ear, his lips and his hot breath ghosting against your hot skin.

You bit your lip and nodded, not trusting your voice in the moment.

Charles smirked, groaning as he felt your walls pulsating around his length. He kept peppering open-mouthed kisses along the skin of your exposed neck, his hips giving you deep thrusts.

His hand gravitates towards your heated core, his thumb finding your overstimulated bundle of nerves.

Your back arched as his thumb made contact with your clit, your eyes rolling in the back of your skull. You were so close, you could feel every single nerve in your body tingling and burning as the pit in your stomach drew closer and closer.

“I’m so close” you panted out, your mouth agape.

Charles growled and sped up his thrusts, rubbing even harder and quicker on your clit, chasing his own high as he felt your walls start to pulsate against him.

You moaned out loudly, your mind going fuzzy as you suddenly came around his cock, your body arching and your legs wrapping themselves tightly around Charles’ waist.

Your fingers drew blood against his back, your nails digging into his skin as your body shook with the aftershocks of your intense orgasm.

“Oh, fuck” Charles groaned out as he struggled to thrust between your tight walls, giving you a couple more thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt, spurting rope after rope of cum inside of your tight walls.

The both of you panted in unison, Charles tensing every now and then as you milked him dry of his cum, the warmth inside of your womb delicious.

“That was…” you started, resting your head against the pillow.

Charles chuckled, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead, cradling the side of your face in one of his hands.

"Amazing? Incredible? Unearthly?" he said, his eyes twinkling as he still held himself up over your body, his length still sheathed inside of your gummy walls.

You giggled, biting your lip as you nodded.

"Our first time as husband and wife" you said, your voice dreamy as you stared at the man that you can now call your husband.

Charles smiled, taking in your features illuminated by the moonlight.

"That's right" he whispered, leaning down to seal your new chapter together with a kiss.

Your new life as husband and wife.

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We got Maxplaining and Leclerifying 😭😭 and damn bro Lewis third wheeling

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the honorary WAG - cl16

summary: yn has always been known as 'the honorary wag', since she's kika's best friend and adored by all the other wags, but what happens when the girls want her to become an official wag? a bet to get her and charles together before kika and pierre's wedding sounds like a plan.

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alex_albon Amazing news ❤️ ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc Wow I can’t believe my childhood best friend is getting married, you both deserve all the happiness in the world and I’m so happy for you ❤️ ♥︎ by author

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username3 this wedding is going to be out of this world

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↳ username5 KIKA IS GOING TO BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BRIDE EVER

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↳ username4 she’s probably going to be the maid of honor im crying over people who don’t know me

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username1 congrats kika and pierre !!

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carmenmmundt This wedding will be the best thing ever ♥︎ by author, francisca.cgomes, lilyzneimer, lilymhe, iamrebeccad

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📍BARCELONA, SPAIN.

Every time you agreed to join Kika for her boyfriend's (and now, fiancé) races, the same question came to your mind: "Why is the paddock so confusing?"

You were currently trying to make your way back to Alpine hospitality, where you're supposed to watch the race from, but you kept getting lost. The maze of motorhomes, garages, and bustling activity was overwhelming. The constant hum of mechanics working, team members rushing around, and fans hoping for a glimpse of their favorite driver made it all more chaotic.

"YN, hey!" you heard a voice call out for you, turning around, you saw Rebecca and Carlos walking your way.

"Hey guys," you greeted them with a small hug once they approached you.

"Got lost again?" Carlos asked, and you remembered the time he found you in the same situation a couple of years ago.

"Yeah, this place is like a labyrinth. I have no idea how you guys navigate it so easily."

"Years of practice," Carlos chuckled, "Come on, We'll walk you to Alpine. It's not too far from here."

"Wait," Rebecca said before you could even start walking, "Why don't you come to Ferrari with us a bit, I'm sure Kika and Pierre won't mind."

Your eyebrows immediately raised at Rebecca's suggestion, noticing the teasing smirk on her face. She wanted to carry on with her (and the girl's) plan of making you like Charles.

Charles Leclerc, loved by millions, but you weren't quite one of them.

It's not that you actively disliked him, but there was something about him that didn't sit right with you.

Maybe it was the fact that every single time you've interacted with him ever since you started joining Kika for F1 stuff, he was somehow rude to you.

The last thing you wanted was to have an awkward interaction with him at the Ferrari garage, but you knew Rebecca wouldn't let you go that easily.

"Okay, fine," you sighed, "I'll come with you guys.

"Great! Let's go then." Rebecca's face lit up with a smile.

The three of you walked towards the Ferrari garage, the race wasn't starting for another few hours so you knew you were inevitably running into Charles once you got there.

"This is the perfect opportunity to clear the air between you and Charles," Rebecca elbowed you, almost making you roll your eyes, "Who knows? Maybe you have more in common that you realize."

"You and Charles don't like each other?" Carlos asked you, reaching out to hold his girlfriend's hand.

"Stop, It's not like that," you said, almost throwing your head back in frustration, "Every time we've interacted, he's been... dismissive. Rude, even. I don't know if it's just me or if he's like that with everyone."

"Charles can be a bit intense sometimes, especially on race weekends," Carlos pointed out, "But he's a good guy. Maybe you two just got off on the wrong foot."

"Maybe," you muttered, not entirely convinced.

You eventually reached the Ferrari garage, Rebecca and Carlos led the way, weaving through the throngs of people with ease. You tried to keep up, feeling a bit like a fish out of water in the sea of red uniforms.

You spotted Charles almost immediately, deep in conversation with one of his engineers and not even noticing that the three of you entered the room.

"Charles, hey!" Rebecca called out for him, you really admired her determination on the matter.

"Hey guys," Charles approached you, and you couldn't help but get a good look at him.

He might not be your favorite on the grid, but you couldn't deny that he was really handsome.

"You remember YN, right?" Rebecca asked with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Of course," Charles replied, a small smirk playing on his lips, "You're going to be Kika's maid of honor, right?"

"That's right," you nodded, a bit surprised he remembered.

Rebecca and Carlos exchanged a knowing glance before Carlos spoke up, "We need to go check on something. You two, catch up."

You shot them a look of disbelief, but they were already walking away, leaving you and Charles alone.

"So, what have you been up to?" Charles asked, leaning casually against the wall. "It's been a while since I've seen you around."

"Yeah, I haven't really been able to come to any races, I'm moving to Monaco, so that has been keeping me busy," you said, trying to keep the conversation light.

"Really? Which area?" he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice.

You told him the name of the neighborhood, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "No way. I live there too. Are you the one who's been making all those moving noises two houses away from mine?"

"I fear that would be me," you laughed, feeling some of the awkwardness melt away, "I didn't know you lived there."

"Small world, huh?" he chuckled, and for the first time, you saw a glimpse of the Charles that everyone else seemed to adore.

"Yeah, it is," you agreed, still a bit cautious but warming up to him. "Guess we'll be seeing more of each other."

"Looks like it," he said with a smile, "I mean, at least you'll have someone you can ask for a cup of milk when you run out."

As you continued to chat with Charles, you found yourself genuinely enjoying the conversation. It was a stark contrast to your previous encounters with him, and it made you question your initial judgment. His smile was warm, his laugh infectious, and the more you talked, the more you realized how much you had in common.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Rebecca and Carlos across the garage, watching the two of you with satisfied smiles and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at them. You were already expecting the girls groupchat to explode with messages about you and Charles.

"Looks like your plan is working," Carlos said to Rebecca, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Told you it would," Rebecca grinned, "The rest of the girls and I even made a bet."

"A bet?" Carlos raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Yep," Rebecca confirmed, a playful glint in her eyes. "We bet on getting them together before Pierre and Kika's wedding. We all agree they'd make a great match."

"You and your schemes, amor," Carlos chuckled, shaking his head, "But I have to admit, you might be onto something."

Rebecca leaned her head on Carlos's shoulder, watching you and Charles laugh together. "Trust me, Carlos. Sometimes people just need a little nudge in the right direction."

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username2 the honorary WAG for real

carmenmmundt I missed you so much 🫶 ♥︎ by author

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📍MONTE CARLO, MONACO

Living alone it's all fun and games until you get locked out of your house after a quick run to the store for some late night snacks.

You stood there, staring at your sophisticated security system installed in all the houses in your upscale Monaco neighborhood —one that was definitely too expensive for you, but you were grateful the company you worked for paid for your rent — feeling utterly defeated.

The high-tech lock had its advantages, but it also meant that once you were locked out, getting back in without a key was next to impossible.

Sighing, you pulled out your phone and texted Kika, hoping she might be able to help.

You frowned at the suggestion. Asking Charles for help wasn’t your first choice, especially given your rocky interactions in the past. And yes, maybe you had a great conversation in Barcelona but that didn't mean that he suddenly liked you and would be willing to help you.

What if he's busy? Or thinks you're stupid for locking yourself out of your own house? What if this is all part of the girl's plan of setting you up with a driver?

Were some thoughts that ran through your head as you stood in your porch. But with no other options, you pushed them away and sent him a message.

You sighed, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness. Asking Charles, someone who you disliked from time to time and thought he hated you just a few weeks ago for help wasn't on your bingo card, but there you were waiting for him to show up.

True to his word, Charles arrived shortly, wearing a casual outfit that made him look really comfy, and you prayed that you didn't disturb him too much with your antics.

"Locked out, huh?" he said with a grin.

"Yeah, stupid me forgot the keys inside," you replied, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"No worries, happens to the best of us," he said, pulling out a set of keys from his pocket. "I actually learned a trick for these locks. All the houses here have the same system, and I’ve had my fair share of lockouts."

You watched as he worked with the keys and the lock, not sure of what he was doing but trusting his word that he knew how to unlock it. After what it seemed like a minute, your door unlocked with ease.

"Thank you so much, Charles. You saved me," you said, letting out a sigh of relief, "And I'm really sorry that I bothered you, you must've been busy or just resting and I made you get out of the house."

"Hey, It's okay," he said, flashing you a warm smile, "Told you could shout if you needed a spare cup of milk, or in this case, a way into your house."

"Thank you a lot, really."

You smiled softly as you both stood on your porch, and he mirrored your gesture. You looked at his features for a moment, his eyes were soft and a beautiful shade of green and blue, he looked extremely cozy clad in his hoodie and joggers.

Ugh why are you even thinking about Charles Leclerc like that? The voice inside your head came out again. And you didn't have an answer for it, but you pushed the thought away and focused on the present moment.

"So, how's the unpacking going?" Charles said after a minute of silence.

"It's getting there. Still a lot to do," you shrugged.

"Well, if you need any help, just let me know," he offered. "I'm pretty handy with setting up furniture and stuff."

"I might take you up on that," you said, and you fell into silence again.

And that's when you realized that for some reason, you didn't want the interaction to end, and something about the way he looked at you made you feel like he didn't want it either.

"How about you come in for a cup of tea?" you suggested without even taking a spare second to think about it, "As a thank you for helping me out, I mean."

He looked pleasantly surprised. "I'd really like that. Thanks."

You led him inside, quickly tidying up a few stray boxes before boiling water for tea. Once it was ready, you both sat down with steaming cups of tea, and you started talking about the topic that was inevitable among the grid and friends: Pierre and Kika's upcoming wedding.

"Can you believe they're getting married?" you asked, stirring your tea.

"I know, right?" Charles replied with a chuckle. "Pierre's been so excited. He talks about it all the time."

"They're such a great couple," you said, smiling. "Kika has been my best friend for years. I couldn't be happier for her."

"Yeah, Pierre is like a brother to me," Charles added, his expression softening. "He deserves all the happiness in the world."

You took a sip of your tea, feeling the warmth spread through you, "They deserve each other."

"By the way," Charles said, setting down his cup, "have you thought about what you’re going to wear?"

"I’ve been stressing over it," you laughed, "I want to find something perfect, and I feel like I'm running out of time."

"I’m sure whatever you choose will be great," he said reassuringly. "You have good taste."

"Thanks," you said, feeling a bit flustered by the compliment. "What about you? Got your outfit ready?"

"Not at all," he replied with a grin. "You know, since you're the maid of honor and I'm the best man, we should coordinate our outfits," he suggested with a playful smile. "Imagine how great we'll look standing next to Pierre and Kika if we match."

You laughed at the idea. "Maybe we should. It would make for some great photos."

"I can already see it now," Charles chuckled, "The perfect duo."

The conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying Charles's company. He was funny, engaging, and far from the dismissive person you initially thought he was. You talked about everything from the wedding to your favorite places in Monaco, your work, his feelings about the F1 season so far and you couldn't help but think about how much the girls would freak out if they saw you talking and engaging the way you were.

Maybe they were right about you and Charles getting along well, but they're wrong about you possibly dating him, because you weren't looking for that, you thought to yourself again.

As the night drew to a close, Charles stood up to leave. "Thanks for the tea and the company, YN. I’m surprised we never got to talk like this before."

"Me too," you admitted, feeling a pang of guilt for your previous judgments about him. "I'm glad we did, though. And thank you again for helping me tonight, you were kind of my savior."

"Stop thanking me, you already did it like ten times," he said as you both walked to the door. "Are you going to the race in Austria this weekend?"

"I wasn’t planning on it," you said, "Kika's not going, and I usually go with her."

"Well, you could be my guest this time," he offered, a hopeful look in his eyes. "It could be fun."

You blinked, taken aback by his offer. "Are you serious?" you asked, needing to be sure you heard him right.

"Absolutely," Charles said, his tone sincere, "I know you're good friends with the girls and you love hanging out with them. It would be fun, and I'd love to have you there."

Your mind raced. When you left your house a few hours ago you never expected to get locked out which would lead to end your night with an invitation from Charles Leclerc to the Austrian Grand Prix, offering you a chance to spend time together at a race.

The wheels in your brain turned, making you unsure of your answer, when deep down you knew you wanted to take on his offer and go to Austria. You loved attending races and being around everyone in the F1 world, at first it was just something you did with Kika because of her boyfriend, but now it was something you enjoyed a lot.

Plus, you had to admit, the idea of spending more time with Charles was becoming increasingly appealing.

On the other hand, you couldn't shake the nagging doubt in the back of your mind. Was this just Charles being nice? Or what if the girls had put him up to this in another attempt to set you two up? You didn't want to complicate things somehow, especially with Pierre and Kika's wedding on the horizon.

Realizing you had been silent for a moment too long, you looked at Charles, your expression a mix of surprise and hesitation, and maybe you were crazy, but something in his face told you that he wanted you to say yes.

"That sounds amazing, Charles," you said, a small smile playing on your lips, "But… can I think about it? It sounds fun but I want to make sure I can make it work with my schedule."

"Of course," he replied with a nod, not pushing you for an immediate answer, "Just let me know soon so I can make the arrangements if you decide to come. I'd really like to have you there."

"Thanks, Charles," you said, feeling a warmth in your chest at his genuine interest. "I'll let you know soon."

"Great," he said, giving you a smile that made your heart flutter a little. "Goodnight, YN."

"Goodnight, Charles," you replied, watching as he walked away.

As you closed the door, you had one thought running through your head: the bridesmaids groupchat is about to go crazy

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📍SPIELBERG, AUSTRIA

The Austrian GP weekend had been eventful so far to say the least. When you arrived on friday, you expected to catch an Uber to your hotel, or for someone sent by Charles to pick you up.

But turns out, Charles himself was standing there as you walked through the gates, waiting for you with a warm smile.

None of the girls ended up attending the GP, so you spent most of your time with Charles. It felt strange at first, since you had never spent much time interacting with him before, but you'd be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy it.

Despite the friendly atmosphere off the track, it was a tough weekend for Charles competitively. His car had plenty of complications, from engine issues to problematic tires, which led him to a bad result on Sunday.

With that excuse, you suggested buying him dinner. You thought it would be a good way to cheer him up and to thank him for the weekend. It was friendly and casual.

You decided to have room service in his hotel room, neither of you in the mood to go outside, so you ordered a couple of pizzas, a bottle of wine and desert.

As the room service cart rolled in, you both laughed at how much food you had ordered. "I think our eyes were bigger than our stomachs," Charles said, eyeing the spread.

"Well, we have all night to work through it," you replied with a grin.

You both settled on the couch, the boxes of pizza open in front of you and glasses of wine in hand. If someone had told you a few months ago that you would be in this context with Charles Leclerc you'd laughed at them.

You knew the girls would have a field day when they found out.

"I'm really glad you came this weekend," Charles said after chewing on his slice of pizza, "It's been nice having you around."

"I'm glad I came too," you said, smiling back. "I didn't realize how much fun it would be. I always come to the races with Kika so this was different. Thank you again for asking me."

"I have to admit, I was a bit nervous about asking you," Charles took a sip of his wine, "I wasn't sure if you'd want to spend time with me."

You almost tensed at his words. All this time, you had assumed he disliked you because he had been rude or dismissive in your past interactions. But maybe it had all been a misunderstanding, like Kika had told you multiple times.

Damn you hated when she was right.

"Why wouldn't I?" you partially knew the answer, but you still wanted to hear what he had to say.

"I don't know. I guess I always thought you didn't like me much," he shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed.

"I thought the same thing about you," you laughed softly, "I figured you were being rude because you didn't like me."

"I never meant to be rude to you, at least not intentionally," Charles shook his head, "I'm really sorry if I ever was."

You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "It's okay, Charles. I guess we both just misunderstood each other."

"I'm glad we cleared that up," Charles gave a relieved smile, "It feels good to finally talk about it. Honestly, with the wedding coming up and the roles we're playing in it, I was nervous about the entire thing being awkward."

"We're good now," you said, feeling a genuine warmth spread through you. "And now I can join you in suit shopping without it being awkward."

Charles laughed, a sound that was starting to become one of your favorites. "Oh yeah, we still have to do that. We're definitely matching."

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📍MONTE CARLO, MONACO

"Charles you literally just passed me."

"Did I? Oh, I see you now," Charles said as he spotted you walking towards his car, hanging up the phone and parking so you could get in.

You got into the passenger seat, clicking your seat belt and dropping your hands to your lap, "Hello there."

"Hi love," Charles leaned in to peck your cheek, "How was work?"

This was routine by now. After your time alone in Austria, you and Charles couldn't stop hanging out. He picked you up from work, you cooked dinner for both of you, you had sitcom marathons together and so on.

It felt nice.

"It was meh," you shrugged, "My day is about to get interesting, though, isn't it?"

"If you find looking at ties and shirts for hours any amusing, then yes it is."

Today was the day you and Charles had been talking about for so long, you'd get his outfit for the Gasly-Gomes wedding.

You got your dress already, it was a beautiful satin green dress you absolutely loved. Since Charles was away racing when you bought it, you showed it to him through FaceTime and he insisted he needed to get the perfect suit to match it.

"It's going to be fun," you poked his side as he drove, "But we do need to find the perfect fit, Kika is going to kill us if we ruin her pictures."

"I mean you're going to look stunning so I just need to stand next to you and hope it rubs on me," he shrugged, and you felt your cheeks burn.

Charles made a habit out of complimenting you at this point, and even though you didn't want to think too much about it, you found yourself melting every single time.

"Feeding my ego again, Leclerc?" you teased.

"Just stating the obvious."

You engaged in small conversation as he drove to the boutique you've previously picked as your first option. One of the things about your unexpected friendship with Charles that you loved the most was how easy it is to talk to him about anything. It was easy, comfortable, and it made you realize just how much you enjoyed his company.

When you arrived at the boutique, Charles opened the door for you, a small gesture that always made you smile.

Inside, the boutique was filled with racks of elegant suits and dresses. A sales assistant approached you, and you explained what you were looking for. She guided you to a section with suits that could match what you needed.

Charles began browsing through the racks, holding up different jackets and shirts for you to see. After some deliberation, Charles found a suit that caught his eye.

"Try it on," you urged him, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Charles disappeared into the fitting room, and you waited eagerly. When he emerged, your breath caught in your throat. The suit fit him perfectly, making him look even more handsome than usual.

Since when were you this down for this man?

"What do you think?" he asked, turning to look at himself in the mirror.

"It's perfect," you said, "You look amazing, Charles."

He grinned, clearly pleased with your approval, "You think I look amazing, huh?"

"Don't let it go to your head, Leclerc," you replied, rolling your eyes but unable to hide your smile.

With the suit sorted, you moved on to finding the perfect tie. After a bit of searching, you found one that matched your dress perfectly. You held it up for Charles to see, and he nodded in approval.

"Looks great. Now, help me put it on?" he asked, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Sure," you said, stepping closer to him.

As you worked on his tie, you realized just how close you were standing. Your hands moved deftly, but your heart raced with the proximity. You could feel Charles's breath on your face, and you couldn't help but glance at his lips every now and then. His eyes were fixed on you, a soft intensity in them that made your knees feel weak.

"There," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, "all done."

But neither of you moved. Your faces were inches apart, and the air between you seemed to crackle with electricity. You noticed Charles glancing at your lips, and you wondered if he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

"Shame on Kika and Pierre," Charles said softly, a smile tugging at his lips. "We'll definitely be the best-looking pair at the wedding."

You laughed lightly, the tension easing just a bit. "Absolutely. They'll have to step up their game."

Charles's hand came up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was so tender it made your heart flutter even more. "Thanks for helping me with this," he said, his voice sincere.

"Anytime," you replied, your voice equally soft.

You lingered a moment longer. It was just you and Charles, standing so close, sharing a moment that felt incredibly intimate. Eventually, you both stepped back, a silent understanding passing between you.

You really wanted him to kiss you

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📍PORTOFINO, ITALY

The most awaited weekend of the year was finally here, the Gasly-Gomes wedding bound was in full swing. Guests arrived to Portofino from all over, their excitement palpable as they gathered to celebrate the love between Pierre and Kika.

Despite Charles' attempts to convince you to fly with him, you were firm on your decision of flying with Kika, you knew how nervous she felt and you wanted to be by your best friend's side for the most important moment of her life.

However, you were attending the rehearsal dinner together. Which had caused a commotion with the girls earlier in the week.

Their so called plan of getting me a boyfriend from the grid won't work, you thought to yourself, I'm not even looking for a boyfriend, Charles is my friend.

The rehearsal dinner was set in a beautiful, intimate restaurant overlooking the sea, and you were waiting for Charles at the hotel's reception to leave together. You smoothed out your dress, glancing at the grand clock on the wall, you felt a bit nervous, which only made you think about Kika and the fact that she was probably a million times more anxious.

"Hey there," Charles's voice broke through your thoughts. You turned to see him approaching, looking effortlessly handsome in a tailored suit, "Mon Dieu, you look insanely gorgeous."

You felt your cheeks warm at his words. "Thank you, Charles. You clean up pretty well yourself."

He grinned, offering his arm. "Shall we?"

You linked your arm with his, and together you made your way to the car waiting outside. The drive to the restaurant was filled with light conversation and laughter. Charles had a way of making you feel at ease, and tonight was no different.

As you arrived at the venue, the soft glow of candles and string lights illuminated the setup. Tables were adorned with flowers, and the sound of the waves provided a soothing backdrop. You could see Pierre and Kika at the entrance, greeting guests with radiant smiles.

You were really happy for them.

"Let's go say hi," Charles suggested, leading you towards the happy couple.

"You both look amazing!" Kika exclaimed once you approached them, hugging you tightly. "Thank you for being here."

Pierre soon joined, greeting both you and Charles with a warm smile. "Thanks for keeping her sane on the flight here," he joked, giving Kika a playful nudge.

"It's the least I can do, you already stole her from me ," you said with a grin.

"I promise to share her from time to time." Pierre joked, making all of you laugh.

The four of you exchanged a few more words before making your way into the venue. The atmosphere inside was magical, the soft hum of conversation and laughter filled the air.

You really could feel the love and excitement radiating from everyone present.

You made your way towards the table, noticing Lando by the bar already. You couldn't help but giggle, he was dead serious about going all out with the alcohol this weekend.

You settled into your seats, Charles opening your chair for you before sitting down. You were at a big table where most drivers and their partners were already settled, Carmen and George next to you and Max and Kelly on Charles' side.

Damn, you were really the honorary WAG

"What?" you said, noticing Carmen's teasing smile as she glanced at you and Charles.

"Oh nothing," she shrugged, "You guys look really cute together."

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. "Thanks, Carmen," you replied, trying to brush off her comment. "We're here as friends."

"Sure, sure," Carmen said with a wink, and you couldn't help but chuckle at her persistence.

The evening flowed smoothly, the conversations lively and the laughter contagious. As you sipped on your champagne, you couldn't help but steal glances at Charles. He seemed so at ease, laughing and joking with the others, his eyes occasionally meeting yours with a warmth that made your heart flutter.

Dinner was served, a spread of Italian cuisine that had everyone praising the chefs. You and Charles shared bites of each other's dishes, a habit that had become second nature.

After dinner, it was time for the speeches. Since you were best man and maid of honor, you came up with the idea of surprising Kika and Pierre with heartfelt messages, which lead you to nights of takeout at his place to help each other write your speeches.

Charles was the first to stand, his presence commanding attention as he held up his glass.

"Bonsoir, everyone," he began, his voice clear and confident, "For those of you who don't know me, I'm Charles,"

"No one knows you! You're not world champion," Max yelled from his place, making everyone laugh.

"Somebody's jealous because he's not best man, I see," Charles teased, causing laughter again, "Anyway, I have known Pierre for many years now, and I can honestly say he is one of the best friends I could ever ask for. And Kika, you have brought out the best in him. Your love story is truly inspiring, and I am so honored to stand here today as your best man."

His words were heartfelt and genuine, and you could see Pierre and Kika's eyes shining with emotion. Charles continued with anecdotes about him and Pierre's karting days and well-wishes, his speech met with applause and cheers by the end.

It was your turn now, you were nervous but Charles sent a wink your way as he passed you the microphone that made you relax.

"Kika and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember," you began, your voice steady. "We have shared so many incredible moments together, and seeing her find someone who makes her so happy is truly a blessing. Pierre, you have brought so much joy into her life, and I am beyond thrilled to see you both start this new chapter together."

Your speech was filled with love and appreciation, and by the time you finished, there were a few more teary eyes around the room. Kika hugged you tightly, whispering her thanks in your ear.

After the speeches, the lights dimmed, and music began to play. Everyone gathered around the dance floor, and Charles turned to you with a mischievous smile. "Care to dance?"

"Sure," you replied, taking his hand as he led you to the center of the dance floor. The music was slow, and Charles pulled you close, his hand resting on the small of your back.

You danced together, your bodies moving in sync. You felt his breath on your cheek, and the warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine. You looked up at him, your faces inches apart, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared.

From across the room, Lily and Rebecca watched with satisfied smiles. Alex joined them, raising an eyebrow. "So, you think your plan worked?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

"Definitely," Lily said, her eyes twinkling. "Look at them. They're practically made for each other."

Rebecca nodded in agreement. "We've been planning this for months, and it looks like it's finally happening."

"Well, I have to admit, you girls make a pretty good matchmaking team," Alex chuckled, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend.

"We just knew they needed a little push," Lily grinned, "And now, look at them. They can't take their eyes off each other."

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📍PORTOFINO, ITALY

Kika Gomes and Pierre Gasly were finally married.

The ceremony was held at a charming seaside chapel, adorned with white flowers and delicate ribbons. Guests filled the pews, their faces reflecting the joy and love of the occasion.

You stood beside Kika as her maid of honor, heart swelling with pride and happiness as she exchanged vows with Pierre. Charles, standing beside Pierre as the best man, caught your eye several times, his gaze warm and reassuring. The ceremony was beautiful, filled with heartfelt words, laughter, and a few tears of joy.

Charles made sure to compliment you from the moment he first saw you, and everyone was gushing over the two of you being color coordinated, just like you thought they would be.

After the vows were exchanged and the couple was pronounced husband and wife, it was time for the reception, or as Lando Norris would like to call it, the time to get absolutely wasted.

The party was held at a stunning villa overlooking the sea. The evening was filled with delicious food, heartfelt toasts, and lively dancing.

Just like the rehearsal dinner two days earlier, you and Charles were together all the time. Sitting beside each other at the table, Charles grabbing the train of your dress for you when you needed it, keeping at least a hand on each other all the time. You knew that wasn't "we're just friends" behavior, but you were too happy to mind.

As the night progressed, the drinks kept flowing, and everyone was in high spirits. Lando, true to his word, was leading the charge in getting everyone to the dance floor. You and Charles danced together, his hands on your shoulders as you swayed to the music, his breath on your neck as he whispered to your ear.

You knew some prying eyes were on both of you — and by that, you mean Rebecca, Lily and their respective boyfriends—, but once again, you were too happy and tipsy to mind.

After hours of dancing and celebrating, you finally took a break and sat down with your friends at one of the tables near the dance floor.

“You two were adorable on the dance floor,” Lily teased, giving you a playful nudge.

“Oh, stop,” you said, feeling your cheeks warm. “We’re just having fun.”

“Yeah, right. Just friends, huh?” Rebecca smirked.

Before you could respond, Charles appeared at the edge of the table, looking as handsome as ever, his suit jacket long forgotten and a few buttons of his shirt undone.

You were really down bad for him.

“Mind if I steal YN for a bit?” he asked, his eyes twinkling from the alcohol.

"Let the girl breathe mate! She's probably tired of you," Carlos teased, earning a round of laughter from the table.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "I think I can manage a bit more of Charles," you said, standing up and taking his offered hand.

"Of course you can," Rebecca said with a smirk. "Go meet your boyfriend."

You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t suppress the smile spreading across your face. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you protested weakly, standing up from the table.

“Not yet, anyway.” Lily laughed.

You ignored her comment, though your heart did skip a beat. You don't know if Charles had heard any of it, but you let him lead you out to the terrace, your hand wrapped around his. From the corner of you eye, you saw Kika looking at you, nudging her husband and pointing at you both, teasing smiles on their faces.

They just got married so you'll let it slide.

“Nice to get a break from all the noise,” you said once you reached the terrace, leaning against the railing and looking out at the sea.

“Definitely,” Charles agreed, standing close beside you. “It’s been a perfect night, though.”

"I know," you smiled softly, "I'm so happy for Kika and Pierre, they deserve this so much."

"They really do. It's been a beautiful day," Charles nodded, his eyes fixed on you, "Just as beautiful as you."

He stepped closer, wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you gently against him. Your heart raced at his touch, and you couldn't help but glance at his lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. You'd thought about it more times than you'd like to admit, and the way he glanced at yours told you he did too.

“Charles,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “what are you trying to do?”

He smiled, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m trying to charm the pretty bridesmaid,” he replied softly, his thumb tracing small circles on your waist.

You laughed, feeling a flutter in your stomach. “And how’s that working out for you?”

“Let’s find out,” he said, leaning in slowly.

He closed the distance between you, capturing his lips with yours. The kiss was everything you’d imagined and more, slow and sweet, filled with a longing that had been building for months. His hands slid up to cup your face, deepening the kiss, and you melted into him, losing yourself in the moment.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

“Definitely working,” you whispered, making him chuckle.

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes full of affection. “Good to know,” he said, his voice low and full of warmth.

You spent a few more moments on the terrace, talking and laughing, sharing more kisses and wrapped around each other.

You were not sure what this meant for your friendship, but you were too happy to care. The night felt magical, like a dream you never wanted to end. It was a night of new beginnings, not just for Kika and Pierre, but maybe for you as well.

As you both made your way back inside, hand in hand, you noticed a few knowing smiles and exchanged glances among your friends. Kika and Pierre were still on the dance floor, looking blissfully happy, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of joy for them.

“Look who’s back!” Lando called out, a wide grin on his face.

“What’s going on?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at their suspicious behavior.

Kika abruptly approached the group, dragging Pierre by the hand a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Everybody pay up,” she said, holding out her hand.

Charles and you exchanged confused looks. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“We had a bet going,” Kika explained, clearly enjoying this. “We bet that we could get you two together before the wedding. And technically, we did.”

“Damn, I didn't think you girls would actually make it happen,” George handed over some money with a laugh.

“Wait, you all really bet on us? The infamous masterplan was actually a real thing?” you asked, still processing the revelation.

“Of course it was,” Rebecca said with a grin. “It was obvious to everyone except you two.”

"I can't believe you guys," you said, shaking your head but unable to suppress a smile, covering your face with your hands, Charles pecked your temple gently.

"To be fair, the girls started it, we just joined in later," Oscar said, trying to deflect the blame.

“I can’t believe it took a wedding and a bet to get us here," Charles chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "I guess we owe you all a thank you,"

"No need to thank us. Just be happy," Carmen sent a wink your way, making you smile.

"Alrighty, a toast now," Lando said, climbing on top of a chair. Everyone knew he was too drunk to be stopped so you just let him, "To Kika and Pierre the happiest and most beautiful couple in the world!"

"Hear, hear!" echoed through the crowd as glasses clinked together, laughter and cheers filling the air.

"And to YN finally becoming an official WAG!" Kika chimed in, her eyes twinkling with mischief, making the girls cheer.

"Official, huh?" Charles murmured, leaning in closer.

"We'll talk about that later, Leclerc," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

The rest of the night was a whirlwind of dancing, laughter, champagne and celebration. Charles never left your side as you enjoyed with your friends.

As the party continued, you found yourselves on the dance floor once more, swaying to a slow song. Charles held you close, his arms wrapped securely around you. "So, how does it feel to be an official WAG?" he asked, his breath warm against your ear.

"As far as I'm concerned, you haven't asked anything, mister," you teased raising your eyebrows.

"Well then, consider this me asking," he murmured, his voice playful yet sincere.

"In that case," you began, teasing him further, "I suppose it feels pretty good."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Good to hear," he replied softly, brushing his lips against your temple.

Being an official wag was amazing

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