#1-2k

[ao3usertaliax]

Summary: The Underground has only ever had one Queen. Undyne doesn't want to be Her. (Alphyne, Exiled Queen / Empress Undyne ending.)

Word Count: 1540

Rating: G

Other part of the secret santa for @carlyraejepsans! since the first one was so short.

XXX

The Ruins doors grind shut. Stone against stone, rumbling like the growl slowly dying in the back of Undyne’s throat. She slides down the doors’ cold, slick surface, sinking into the snow at her feet.

She shivers. It’s done.

The Queen is gone.

“Captain—er, Queen Undyne…?” Dogaressa starts. 

She and Dogamy are leading the squadron, though Undyne hadn’t needed the backup. Queen Toriel had gone without resistance. 

"Don't call me—" Undyne bites her tongue. 

What did she expect? She overthrew the Queen. She is the Queen, now, in their eyes.

Her stomach feels worse than the times she’s ridden conveyor belts. Normally she wouldn’t mind hurling, but it doesn’t sound fun anymore. Not without anyone to gag at how gross she is.

"Fan out. Check the wall for structural weaknesses," she rasps. 

She doesn't expect them to find anything, but it'll give her troops something to do while she…

While she sits here, the cold biting into her toes. Turning the fire in her soul numb.

Asgore, what do I do…?

What would he do? 

…Not kick out his ex, probably. But she had to. She couldn't, wouldn't sit there and watch the Queen unravel everything Asgore had worked for.

(She wouldn't watch the Queen deny what had happened to Papyrus. She wouldn't watch Sans play innocent.)

She shivers, even with Papyrus's scarf as tight as a noose around her neck. 

She couldn't protect him. She couldn't protect Asgore. What makes her think she can protect the whole Underground? 

"U-Undyne…?"

Her head snaps up. She’s really losing her touch if Alphys found a way to sneak up on her. She’s bundled up in layers of knitted sweaters under her lab coat, and a bright pair of pink boots. …Alphys owns boots?

“How did you get here?” Undyne croaks out, wiping the back of her arm across her eyes.

“Mettaton.” Alphys shuffles closer. The Dog Squad packed down the snow, at least, so she doesn’t have to lift the bulky-looking boots too far. “He wants to g-get an interview with the Guard, s-so he was already coming this way… I t-told him not to bother you, but—”

“But he’s Mettaton.” Undyne nods. Trying to stop him from doing something is like… well, like trying to stop an indestructible robot. 

At least he’s not here right now, and Alphys is.

Undyne’s shoulders tremble beneath her armor. She can’t even keep up a strong front for Alphys. Not that Alphys needs her to—she’s strong enough on her own—but Undyne… 

It’s stupid, but she just wants the only friend she has left to think she’s cool.

“I… didn’t just come because of Mettaton. I was worried...” Alphys crouches down beside her. It can’t be comfortable—Alphys hates the cold even more than Undyne does. “N-not about you! I knew you would be fine! But, uh, you know… Ugh, I sound s-so stupid right now…”

Alphys covers her face. Undyne gently takes one of her hands, pulling it away.

“You’re gonna smudge your glasses,” Undyne says. Hopefully the scarf covers her blush. “And, uh. It’s not stupid.”

It’s adorable, how much she trusts Undyne. She’s adorable.

Alphys’s breath puffs out in warm clouds. It fogs her glasses, despite Undyne’s previous attempt at protecting them.

(She can’t even protect a couple of lenses.)

“Um. R-right.” Alphys swallows. Her throat bobs beneath her thick turtlenecks. “I guess it doesn’t matter, now. It’s all over.”

Alphys’s gaze flickers to the doors behind them.

“Yeah. Over,” Undyne lies.

It’s just beginning. Getting rid of the Queen was easy, compared to the mountain of responsibility she feels weighing on her now. 

Laws. Regulations. Everything she spent her childhood fighting against. Deep down, has she ever stopped being that punk kid, pushing boxes for community service? Even the structure of the Guard is just something Asgore invented to keep her occupied. She knows this, because the Queen’s first order of business had been to disband it.

“He… he went with her, didn’t he?” Alphys asks weakly.

It takes a moment for Undyne to catch up to her train of thought, but when she does, she snorts. If the sound comes out a little too wet, it’s just her nose running from the cold.

“Sans? What do you think?” Undyne grumbles. “He’s been wrapped around her finger since she crawled out of her hole.” 

“Since b-before that, actually…” 

“Huh?”

Alphys blushes, for some reason.

“Ehehe. You know how I set up cameras, um, to watch for humans…?”

There’s one in the bush to their left, Alphys explains. Apparently she’s watched Sans and Toriel flirt through this door for months. 

No wonder Sans was always such a useless sentry. He’s been a traitor from the very beginning. The thought should make her rage boil, but the numbness keeps its icy grip on her soul.

“I was going to, r-recalibrate this camera, in case either of them… escape…? I thought it might help you relax,” Alphys mumbles. 

“That’d be great,” Undyne replies quietly. “Thanks, Alphys.”

Sans and the Queen are the least of her worries, honestly—neither of them have the guts to put up a fight—but it’s reassuring to know that Alphys has her back. That she’s not as alone as she feels.

“O-of course! If there’s anything else I can do… you pr-probably have everything figured out, but…” Alphys trails off, claws clicking together.

She’s done plenty already. Just being here, on this side of those stone doors, is enough.

(But. If there’s anyone strong enough, smart enough, to help Undyne—it’s her.)

“I don’t want to be Queen,” Undyne blurts—then immediately flinches, looking left and right. 

The dogs are nowhere in sight, but that doesn’t mean they can’t hear her. Hopefully the drifting snow muffles her cowardly admission. 

“Why… why not?” Alphys asks, her head tilting. “You t-trained under Asgore. If anyone knows how to lead, it’s you. R-right?”

Undyne can guess what Alphys is thinking: she just kicked out the only other monster who might know what she’s doing. Why do that, if Undyne wasn’t ready to pick up the pieces?

The truth is, the people were going to revolt, whether Undyne helped them or not. Unrest from Papyrus’s murder had spread from Snowdin all the way to Hotland. Not to mention how everyone felt about Asgore and the missing human souls.

Undyne had been so busy trying to keep everyone plotting the revolution safe, she hadn’t thought about what would come after. But she’s thinking about it now. And all she knows is this:

“There’s only been one Queen before,” Undyne mutters, “and I don’t want to be her.”

“You’re… worried about being like Toriel?” Alphys asks.

Then she laughs. It sounds a little hysterical, which makes sense. The concept of Undyne looking like the Queen, acting like the Queen, is insane.

“S-sorry!!” Alphys’s face goes red as she tries to muffle her snickers. “I just… I can see it?”

“What??” 

“N-not in a bad way!! You’re just both, very… committed? To your principles! It’s really h-ho—admirable!!!” 

Undyne blinks. The words get her all twisted up inside, compliment-and-insult all at once. …Well, really it’s just a compliment, but being compared to her…

“I can’t be her,” Undyne finally admits. 

As much as she can’t stand the Queen, there’s no denying that Toriel is everything a Queen’s supposed to be. Elegant. Warm. Composed. What if the people realize she was the better choice after all? 

What if they rise up against Undyne just as quickly?

“I… don’t think anyone wants you to be?” Alphys frowns. “Not the way… it sounds like you’re thinking.”

“You just said you found her admirable,” Undyne mutters. 

“I also said—I admire you!” Alphys bursts. Her claws grip the edges of her long sleeves. “You’re so…”

Alphys gestures to all of her. Undyne’s not sure what to make of that.

“You’re you, Undyne. Nobody knew Queen Toriel, well, except Sans… and Gerson, I guess… b-but, everyone knows how much you c-care about them! You’re my—our hero!! I don’t th-think there's anyone in the Underground who could do a better job than you.” 

Her breaths are heavy. They fog up her glasses again, obscuring her eyes right when Undyne wants to see them most.

Maybe it’s for the best. At least Alphys can’t see how deeply Undyne’s blushing.

Your hero…

“You really think so, huh…?” 

“I—I know so! You’re going to be a great Queen!! Just like Empress Jupiter when she had to lead the Planet Brigade in Moon Sailors episode twenty-seven!!!”

A spark of fire reignites in Undyne’s chest. She still has lingering doubts, but Alphys has given her an idea that settles her churning stomach.

“You’re a genius, Alphys! I’ll be Empress Undyne!” Undyne grins, hugging her tight. “Then I won’t have to feel like hurling every time someone calls me Queen. It’s the perfect plan!! Fufufufufu!!!”

“That’s… not what I…?” Alphys starts, before shaking her head and hugging Undyne back. “I mean, yeah!! Empress Undyne sounds se—um, s-super cool!! Ehehe!”

“HECK YEAH!!” 

It takes all her restraint not to suplex Alphys out of affection. Maybe some other time, when they’re not surrounded by freezing snow.

For now, Undyne holds her tight, feeling perfectly warm.

[evanbuckleyrecs]

Title: the sound of love astounds me

Written by: fleetinghearts

Rated: T

Warnings: None

Category: M/M

Relationships: Buck/Eddie

Tags: Pre-Relationship, Feelings Realization, Cuddling & Snuggling, kind of

Words: 1864

Summary:

“All the more reason to sleep,” Eddie presses.

Buck looks at him, blinking tiredly. “Okay,” he says, suddenly amenable, rounding the couch and climbing onto it. He drapes himself across it, settling on his back and shoving his head into Eddie’s lap with a contented sigh. Eddie sits frozen, book in one hand and the other hovering over Buck’s chest.

or, there’s not a lot eddie wouldn’t do for buck

My notes: I originally wasn't going to make any posts until I'm done writing for whumptober but this fic is SO FREAKING ADORABLE!!!! And it doesn't have a lot of tags so it's easier to make this post. GO READ THIS NOW PLEASE!!! Its soooo sweeeet!!!!

[bethccassidy]

MEN IN BLACK (1997) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

[princemick]

LANDO AND CARLOS // sunday, singapore gp 2023

[mariahcarreyyy]

max making u wear a pendant with his initials/driver's number engraved around ur neck coz he likes to watch it swing when u ride him

# 📝 send a prompt and a driver for me to write a short blurb or scenerio ! nsfw 18+ below beware⬇️⬇️

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"Where's the necklace?"

Max's words had made you halt. He placed a gentle hand on your collarbone, pushing you gently from where you were mouthing at his neck and stroking his thumb where the gold of his initials should be.

With furrowed brows, you craned your neck down to follow his disheartened glare. The absence of the cool chain around your neck didn't seem quite as important as the growing need for max, max, max.

"Dunno," you mumbled dismissively, rolling your hips from where you were straddling his legs on the bed. "Ah—bathroom, 'think, t-took it off to shower."

Your boyfriend hummed sweetly before lightly tapping the side of your thigh. "Get it."

Barely forcing down a whimper, you bit your lip, tugging on the hem of his baggy shorts. "Max, please, just—"

A taunting, raised brow was enough to have you huffing and hauling yourself off of his lap. The walk from the bathroom and back to Max's arms, barely ten steps, made your eyes glassy and the pleasure stirring in your stomach boil.

You made the mistake of catching your reflection in the mirror: flushed cheeks, hair sprawled in various directions, and an evident pout etched onto your face. The necklace was expensive; you'd known that, but had Max really needed to stop you mid-foreplay to run and get it?

Judging by his cocky smirk and the fact that he'd fumbled out of his clothes in the ten seconds you'd left, you guessed so. Your eyes drifted down his body, past the sweaty abs, and onto his hand, lazily stroking his hard cock. You wanted it inside you, in your mouth—fuck, he was making it really hard to stay annoyed.

"Happy?" you grumbled, your facade slipping when Max swiftly pulled you into his lap, shivering slightly as he nearly ripped the shirt off of your body, the cold air hitting your nipples and Max's wet tongue trailing kisses down your neck.

Moans slip past your lips, and you slide a hand down to the angry, red tip of Max's length. You grin wildly when he groans, the vibrations rippling against your skin and shooting straight down to your core. "More than." He cups the swell of your ass with his massive palms and lifts you up to hover over his dick. "C'mon, shatje, make y'self feel good on m'cock."

And who were you to deny Max that?

The stretch of his cock burned like it always has, spikes of pleasure overcoming the momentary pain. Max's desperate moans mixed with yours, echoing across the room. After a few seconds, Max's palm impatiently striked at your ass, making you jolt and bite your lip to avoid the embarrassing sound that would have left your lips. "M-Max, oh, fuck."

You lifted your hips, almost slipping Max's slick-covered dick out of your wet pussy before dropping back down. Max's eyes were half-lidded, a hazy grin plastered on his face; he watched the gold swing recklessly, worrying his bottom lip at the fast pace you'd set.

Max rolled his hips upward to meet your movements, and the loud yelp that left your lips made you flush. "Fuckk, s'good, baby—ah, all mine, yeah? All. Fucking. Mine."

Punctuating each word with a sharp thrust, Max almost came when your wet pussy clenched around him. "All yours, m'all yours, Max."

That was what the initials on your collarbones stood for, didn't they?

authors note. i havent written in so long pls forgive me everyone

[98chao]

incorrect quotes generator my beloved part 2

[rulersreachf4n]

Sir Pentious and his character development

[rythyme]

is anyone gonna tell f1 tumblr that the first ever live action omegaverse show is a sports drama about gay racecar drivers. because that feels like something they'd want to know.

[goldsainz]

YOU BELONG WITH ME — one shot.

pairing: lando norris x reader

MASTERLIST.

taglist: @lorarri @lpab @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @racingtrack @saintslewis @leoramage @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @forza55 @goldenleclerc @ravisinghs-wife @ferrarirace @hobiismyhopeu @celestialpierre

request: “can i please request for a 📀 with lando and the song you belong with me :)”

NOTE: purely self-indulgent in the sense that lando pines for the reader😭 gotta live my love dreams through my fics. hope you all enjoy and pls don’t forget to reblog/comment it helps a lot (also love seeing what you think) 🫶

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yourusername missing the summer :(

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landonorris Cool pictures

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⤷ ynfan1 gives off weird vibes also liked some lando hate comments pretty recently

landofan1 LANDO’S DELETED COMMENT

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⤷ landofan4 i’m convinced he doesn’t even like her

⤷ landofan3 lando WORSHIPS the lane she walks on and they’re not even together!!!!!

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ynfan22 SHE IS GLOWING

ynfan23 oh she came to slay

landofan22 lando’s lucky charm is back🥹

⤷ ynfan24 AND WE ARE GLAD ABOUT THAT!!!

landofan23 praying that she’s there for lando🙏🙏

ynfan25 the dress is so stunning

ynfan26 we finally have y/n content😩

⤷ ynfan27 the drought has ended!!!!!

landofan24 NEED HER IN THE MCLAREN MOTORHOME OR HOSPITALITY‼️ I’M NOT PICKY

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landonorris I promise I take better pictures

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⤷ landonorris Is that complaining I hear?

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landofan31 WAR IS OVER!!!

ynfan31 i’ve waited a lifetime for this

ynfan32 THE SHADE IN THE CAPTION???

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riabish Finallyyyyy

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⤷ landofan33 i once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden like daylight ✨

ynfan35 i’m never getting over them!!!!!

[ao3usertaliax]

Rating: G Word Count: 1204 Summary: Larry and Geeta meet for the first time, in the depths of Area Zero. Larry doesn't want to be here. (Larry is Giratina AU)

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Larry is Normal. He wakes up at a normal hour of five AM. He wears a normal suit, complete with a normal tie. (Until the future where Geeta “gifts” him the Flying tie, of course. It would be abnormal to refuse without a good excuse.) He carries a normal briefcase engraved with his normal name to finish off the normal look. He orders normal rice balls when on break from his normal job. He retires for the evening in a normal bed inside a normal apartment.

Larry is Normal. And he’s worked exceptionally hard to keep it that way.

Which is why it’s exceptionally frustrating that the Distortion World sees fit to spit him out in the most abnormal situations.

He almost thinks he’s been stranded in the Distortion World, when he blinks into a cavern studded with glimmering crystals and lavender-and-indigo flowers. But there are too many pokémon—Zweilous and Gargnacl—and the waterfalls all flow in the same direction, down to a pool deep below. 

If he’s in the real world, though, what is the strange energy this cavern’s crystals are emitting…?

His hand reaches towards one, but he quickly snatches it back. He’s Normal. Arceus—curse Them—only knows what touching a magical crystal would do to his physiology. The Griseous Core is the only gem he’s had a reaction to in the past, but now’s no time to be careless.

“If I receive a pay cut for this…” he mumbles to himself, not daring to voice his greater fear. 

He really, really doesn’t want to get fired again.

Holding a job has been one of the strangest normal things to adjust to. It’s taken him several tries to find a decently-paying career where employers won’t question his sudden disappearances or dubious history. The challenge was almost enough to put him off from this facade. 

If he’s managed that, surely he can manage to escape wherever he’s landed this time.

He closes his eyes, blocking out the distracting aura of the crystals. He needs to focus if he’s going to get home without losing too much time. Normally, he would have Staravia fly him out of whatever situation his curse landed him in, but that isn’t an option this far underground.

He takes a deep breath. It’s harder in this form, but he can still feel it—the shadows stretching out from beneath his feet. Not Normal at all.

But, before he can step into the lengthening darkness—

“Bisharp, Iron Head!” 

A woman’s voice shatters his focus. He ducks behind a crystal before remembering that it’s clear enough to see through. His cheeks warm with embarrassment.

Normal. I’m Normal.

It’s just as well. The long-haired woman hasn’t noticed him, it seems. She’s pointing her pokémon towards… one of the flowers on the wall? 

No, he was mistaken. The “flower” is a pokémon, one he’s never seen before. Arceus has had an eternity to run out of creativity, Larry guesses.

The pokémon’s petals unfurl in order for it to deflect Bisharp with a powerful beam attack. …Alright, hat’s a bit more creative than Larry gave Arceus credit for.

Larry stands back, captivated by the sight. It isn’t normal in the slightest, but… he can’t help being intrigued by pokémon battles. Especially now that he’s on this side of them. 

At first, it had been disconcerting, but he couldn’t appear normal in this world without having at least one pokémon partner. So he’d asked a Starly to accompany him before leaving Sinnoh. It was nice to have one friend who could understand him perfectly, and who didn’t judge him in his embarrassing early attempts at being Normal.

“Not this time,” the woman says evenly when the flower pokémon releases a spray of toxic spikes.

Though he’s not too close, Larry hops back. Unlike Bisharp, neither of his types are immune to poison.

“Hmm?” The woman looks over her shoulder at the sound of his soles on the stone.

Drat. He’s too good at being normal. This would’ve been a useful time to have ghost-light steps.

She sees him, of course. Judging by the shock on her face, him being here is Not Normal. Before he can come up with an explanation, though, she stiffens her posture and begins talking.

“Pardon me. I am here by request of Professor Sada. In preparation for her research team, the area must be cleared of hazards. My work is not yet complete, as you can see.” She gestures to the pokémon she’s fighting.

Larry frowns. He is not familiar with a Professor Sada, but at least this woman isn’t questioning his presence here. 

“Now if you will excuse me, I must—Bisharp?” Worry lines the woman’s dark face as she turns back to her pokémon. 

The flower creature’s hits are barely scratching the Bisharp’s steel exterior. Still, it’s strange that the Bisharp isn’t even bothering to dodge. Larry angles his head to listen.

“My Queen—my movements, they have been—” Bisharp growls while trying to tug his legs free of the stone floor.

Oh. 

Guilt flushes Larry’s face. He’ll have to work on suppressing that normal reaction.

“Bisharp, are you…? No, it can’t have Arena Trap…” The woman’s brow furrows. “Can you use Iron Head?”

Bisharp tries to obey. His feet are still trapped, but the flower pokémon floats close enough to be nicked by the short-ranged headbutt.

“Stranger. Do you see this?” she asks Larry. 

Her dark blue eyes are too piercing, her irises too round. Is that normal?

“I see your pokémon is trapped.” He tries to look innocent. As innocent as he can in a strange place, with strange pokémon, observing a strange phenomenon. 

A phenomenon that’s most likely his fault.

“We should retreat,” Larry says, before clearing his throat. “Ahem. I will retreat. You can do what you want.”

More of the flower pokémon are circling around, and while Bisharp may resist their rock-type moves, Staravia won’t. Besides, he doesn’t need to get roped into whatever this mess is.

“Curious… I will have to inform the Professors about this. Though it would not hurt to have proof.”

Larry freezes, but she just tosses an Ultra Ball at the flower pokémon. If she wants to blame the Distortion on it, then he won’t argue, even if he does feel guilty still. He’s been blamed for far worse without reason.

The ball shakes once. Twice. Three times—

And the earth shifts, throwing his vision askew. It’s as if he’s staring through the transparent earth, layers and layers of crystal caverns stretching above and below. 

It might’ve been beautiful, if it weren’t so Abnormal.

“What in the—?” The woman’s gasp unfortunately confirms that the Distortion isn’t limited to his point of view.

But it’s an opening. The Distortion World calls out to him, and he flees back through it like the coward he is. Hopefully she’ll assume he was just a figment of her imagination, or of whatever “glitch” befell her Bisharp. Regardless, he’s unlikely to see her again. He has worse problems to deal with.

Like appearing directly in front of his boss, who’s staring at him with a mix of confusion and horror. 

He sighs, heavy and long. So much for keeping this job.

[f1version]

HERE WITH ME ★ OP81

pairing: oscar piastri x childhood friend!gf!reader ( she/her )

summary: You, Oscar’s girlfriend (and former best friend), has supported him no matter what. Here are some of your best (twitter) moments!

or this request

notes: for some reason this is what i thought of while listening to that song. it’s all a vibe, it’s osc celebration time.

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[borealwolf]

will graham flirting with women: you dont need protective custody to cuddle up with my dogs, or me for the matter..😣🥺

will graham flirting with men: God cant save any of us because its inelegant. elegance is more important than suffering. that's His design.

[princemick]

LANDO // SATURDAY, ABU DHABI GP 2023

[halfwayriight]

First look at Kenshi in Mortal Kombat 1

[mariahcarreyyy]

Congratulations on the 2k 💕💌

Can I plz ask for "I don't deserve you." "yes, you do." + Charles Leclerc, like the reader comforting him after a bad race or something

# prompt no.16, "i don't deserve you." // "yes, you do."

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To Charles, qualifying eighth meant failure.

But doing it in Suzuka only made the constant tug on his heart worse. You could hear it on his radio, see it when he shrugged off everyone's comforting touches and darted towards his driver's room, head bowed shamefully.

He could act like he wanted to be alone, but you've been there when Ferrari messed up his races too often to believe him. You give the media personnel you'd been talking to a tight-lipped smile before excusing yourself.

Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyebrows furrow in concern when you see the bright red '16' etched on his door. The thin walls weren't a rumor; Charles' sniffles flowed through the cracks, and it made your blood run cold.

Three knocks—Charles' pitiful noises quiet down, but there's no clumsy shuffling to indicate him opening the door.

"Charlie?" You call out, your voice twinging in desperation. "It's me."

Three seconds later, Charles unlocks the door, leaving it ajar. It's his way of giving permission when his voice inevitably fails him every week. You take it as it is, stepping inside cautiously. One wrong move, and it would all go downhill.

His eyes are rimmed with crimson, glistening in the dimly lit room. His cheeks are wet, fresh tears overlapping the dried ones. His lips are wobbling, trying to contain the sob that would otherwise be wretched out of him.

You want to cry for him.

Despite the frequency at which you have to comfort Charles after a bad qualification or race, your movements are still hesitant. You stand in front of where he's sitting on his thin bed, nudging his thighs closer and clambering onto his lap.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, entangling your fingers into his hair, and the choked sob that leaves his throat makes you tighten your hold subconciously. "I'm sorry this happened. Here, especially."

He burrows his face into the crook of your neck. You can feel the uncontrollable tears trickle down your skin and stain your shirt; you couldn't care less. You wrap your hands around his neck and bring him in closer.

"I-It's so unfair," he murmurs into your skin, his voice shaky. The vibrations on your skin make you flinch slightly.

"I know," you sigh, because there's nothing else you could do.

Charles pulls away slightly, his arms still tightly wrapped around your waist but his head craned to meet your eyes. The look buried in him had you resisting the urge to walk out of the garage and scream at every Ferrari worker in the paddock. You softly cup his cheek instead.

"I don't deserve you," he breathes out, thick with sadness and realization.

You shake your head, your nose rubbing against his ticklishly. "Yes, you do."

"No," he sounds like he's made up his mind. If it matters, he doesn't show it, merely pulling you in closer, like you'd run away the moment his grip loosened. "I really don't."

[thebearchives]

leclerc's type | CL16

PAIRING: charles leclerc x fem!reader

REQUESTED: [X] yes [] no

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

SYNOPSIS: who would have thought that all three leclerc brothers had the same taste in women? 

WARNINGS: i have no idea how f3 works aside from the fact that there’s sprint and feature races so if there is any inaccurate information…close your eyes, some french and Italian + translations, arthur being a little shit

as always, don't be a ghost reader!

charles and yourself had yet to expose your relationship to either of your families, so it was a surprise, really, when charles asked you to accompany him to arthur’s race in monza. 

with his arms wrapped around you, a pout painted on his lips, he whined out a small “pretty please?”

you cupped his puffed up cheeks, “you are such a baby, charles. i didn’t say no yet.”

“yet?” his pout intensified, “please, amour, i want you to meet my family and everyone is going to be there.”

“are you sure?” you caressed his cheek with your thumb, “we’ve never really talked about meeting the family yet. what sprung this on?”

“i just think we’re ready,” charles’ eyes were so soft as they gazed into yours, “when i think of my family, you’re included. even if everyone is going to be there in italy, without you, it wouldn’t feel complete to me.”

you couldn’t help it, using your hands that were cupped around his cheeks to pull him closer. you pushed up and connected your lips together in a sweet kiss.

when you pulled back, charles’ lips were still puckered slightly, his eyes shining with unspeakable amounts of love. you gave him a watery smile and he smiled back. 

“you can’t say those things unless you want me to cry,” you pulled a hand back to wipe your eyes before the unshed tears made their way down your face, “i’d love to meet your family, mon cher.” my dear.

charles’ nose crinkled as you poked it with your forefinger, “je t’adore, mon amour.” i adore you, my love.

“je t'aime plus que tout au monde,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him close, placing a kiss against the base of his neck. i love you more than anything else in the world.

the weeks leading up to the races in italy became increasingly more hectic. you had started with going to work like regular, while charles would leave to go to his own races, calling you as soon as he landed in whatever city he was to complain about how he wished he could be back in your arms. 

then, you asked for days off from work, and when the request was approved, you felt yourself starting to panic. it was happening. you would be meeting charles’ family for the first time. the calls between you and charles turned from soft ‘i miss you’s to ‘is this appropriate for when i meet your mom? should i go shopping? i have no clothes, charles, your mother is going to hate me’. 

charles had only smiled softly, wishing he could have been there in person to quell your fears, “mon amour, what you wear will have no effect on how my mother will perceive you. you could show up in a garbage bag for all she’d care.”

you had scowled at the camera and charles laughed before continuing, “i love you, chérie, and i know my mother will love you just as much as i do…okay, maybe a little less because no one can love you as much as me.”

you had sighed, flopping back on your bed which had been covered with clothes, “i’m sorry for acting this way. i’m just nervous.”

“you’ve nothing to apologize for,” he wished he could jump through the phone to reach you, “and nothing to be nervous for either, ange.”

you sat up abruptly, “what if your brothers hate me?”

charles had thrown his head back and laughed loudly, sobering up when you whined out his name, “this is serious, charles!”

“mon amour, they would be crazy not to like you. i’d be surprised if they didn’t like you as much as i did.”

and if only either of you had realized how right he would be.

you had flown in with charles at the start of the week, a bundle of nerves sparking in your chest that charles had quickly extinguished by telling you that his mother would be arriving later in the week. 

well, it was now later and the anxiety that you had been suppressing was bursting at the seams. 

you weren’t due to meet charles’ family officially until friday after free practices, with charles having planned an outing and dinner for his whole family before the races began for him and arthur. he had told you that he wanted to surprise his family, and as such, you had to avoid them as best as you could while on the paddock.

you couldn’t help but be thankful for charles’ idea, having been panicking the entire week leading up to the race at the idea of running into charles’ family without charles himself. 

and so, that led you to where you were now, walking around the paddock bright and early on media day, staying as far away from the ferrari garage as you could, to avoid any run-ins with the leclerc family, though life never seemed to work out in your favour ever.

you had finally caved, walking back towards the ferrari hospitality, in need of coffee and a place to escape the beaming sun. what you hadn’t accounted for was the tall man standing near the entrance, conversing with who you recognized to be charles’ manager. the two said a few words before the latter was off, no doubt making his way to charles.

the taller man turned around, and your eyes lightly widened as you realized you had been standing behind charles’ older brother. 

your eyes darted to the floor as his fell on your figure, “oh, i am so sorry. i’m totally blocking your way in.”

wow, he sounded a lot like charles. 

you realized, belatedly, that he had in fact been blocking the entrance, “oh, that’s okay! i only just got here.” you gave him a small smile.

it’s okay, you thought to yourself, he has no reason to think i’m charles’ girlfriend, he probably won’t even remember this interaction by later today. 

he moved over, hands gesturing to the door behind him, “after you.”

oh, fuck, he was coming in too. 

you nodded at him in gratitude, “thank you.”

you walked inside, mentally freaking out at how lorenzo was right behind you. you ignored him as best as you could, making a beeline towards the coffee station to the side. lorenzo had followed you.

“sorry,” he gave you a sheepish smile, starting on his own coffee on the station next to yours, “i hope you don’t think i’m following you.”

you were stuck. although not ideal for the plans you and charles had made, you had to play your cards right in this moment. first impressions would have to be really good if you were expecting a positive response from charles’ family.

you turned your gaze from the coffee machine to the eldest leclerc brother, “wouldn’t hold it entirely past you. for all i know, you could have been blocking the entrance just for this moment.”

ah, humour, your go-to route for any situation ever. worried? make a joke. sad? make a joke. overthinking? just make a joke!!!

lorenzo laughed lightly, “i promise, i wasn’t. i had just been on my way to grab a coffee when my brother’s manager had stopped me for a quick conversation and you came up just as he left.”

“don’t get too worked up,” you chuckled as the speed of his explanation. you could see where charles got some of his habits from, “i believe you. i’d been there to see todt walk off.”

from the corner of your eye, you could see him nod. as you busied yourself with making your coffee to your liking, you missed lorenzo’s calculating gaze as he gave you a once-over.

just as you threw away the used coffee pod, lorenzo spoke up again, “i’m lorenzo, by the way, charles’ brother.”

“i know,” you smiled at him. as worried as you had been, lorenzo had been very easy to talk to. 

“i’m y/n, charles’ not brother.”

your response had elicited a loud laugh from the older leclerc, “you’re quite the joker, aren’t you?”

you opted to shrug your shoulders with a small smile, blowing on your coffee before taking a sip. more sugar.

lorenzo made small talk, “do you work here at ferrari?” 

you shook your head, “no, no. would be amazing though, no? especially if i could travel the world as part of my job. charles is lucky.” 

fuck, you wanted to hit your head against the wall, why would you bring charles into the conversation. oh god, please let lorenzo just brush past that. 

he hummed in acknowledgement, “he is, indeed. but he’s also very deserving of it, you know? i don’t mean to sound biased but,”

“i know what you mean,” you continued, always ready to gush about your boyfriend, “he’s worked really hard to get to where he is. youngest driver for ferrari since 1961, that’s quite the achievement.”

the two of you chatted lightly for a few more minutes before lorenzo asked another question, “so then, what’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone?”

you tensed, cheeks reddening at his words. you opened your mouth and then closed it, repeating before you finally opened it to respond, “i–”

“lorenzo!” both of your heads turned to where the sound came from. your eyes caught sight of the figure waving his hands in the air, beckoning lorenzo over. it was arthur.

“sounds like someone needs your help,” thank god for arthur, huh?

“yeah, it seems i have to go now.” lorenzo looked back at you, “it was great meeting you, y/n.”

“likewise,” you nodded to him as you watched him leave, only one thought circulating your mind.

holy shit, your boyfriend’s older brother just tried to flirt with you.

luckily, the rest of media day had been rather uneventful and you were soon back in the hotel room you shared with charles, said driver gone to hang out with his brothers for a bit. 

friday morning had gone by smoothly, and with a little over an hour until the free practices, you were sitting in the ferrari hospitality, grabbing yourself a snack.

what you hadn’t noticed was the two men who had been looking at you from a distance away. lorenzo and arthur, with the former pointing you out discretely to the latter.

“n'est-elle pas jolie?” lorenzo nudged his youngest brother. isn’t she super pretty?

arthur nodded, “elle l'est. tu penses que j'ai une chance?” she is. do you think i have a chance?

lorenzo gaped at his younger brother, who laughed cheekily, “je l'ai vue en premier, arthur, n'y pense même pas.” i saw her first, arthur, don't even think about it.

the younger one shrugged, “oui, et tu as probablement ruiné tes chances avec elle. ton flirt est horrible.” yeah, and you probably ruined your chances with her. your flirting is horrible.

he pushed off from where he had been leaning, “watch and learn, mon frère. elle ne pourra pas résister à mon charme.” she won’t be able to resist my charm.

lorenzo watched in disbelief as his younger brother made his way to you, “du charme, mon cul. tout votre charme n'est qu'une copie de charles et moi.” charm, my ass. all of your charm is just a copy of charles and i.

a throat cleared behind you and you turned in your seat. the smiling face of the youngest leclerc was the first thing you saw, body freezing for a split second.

he pointed to the chair across from you, “is this seat taken?”

you took a look at the chair he pointed at before looking back at him, “not at all. do you nee-”

you watched as the boy sat down, hands coming up to rest on the table, “you don’t mind, right?”

your brows were furrowed in slight confusion as you tried to absorb what just happened, “uh, no. no, it’s alright.”

“i’m arthur,” he stuck his hand out.

you returned the handshake, “y/n.”

you couldn’t help but blush slightly, bewildered look on your face, as arthur brought your hand up and placed a kiss on the back of your hand. wow, he was laying it on thick.

“beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” unlike when lorenzo had called you pretty, you didn’t freeze up. instead, you found yourself giggling.

you pulled your hand out from arthur’s light hold, using it to cover your mouth, “oh, i am so sorry. i promise i’m not laughing at you. it’s just that you are very cute.”

arthur’s face dropped, “cute?”

god, his pout was just like charles’.

you nodded, a smile still lingering on your lips, “adorable, even.”

you didn’t know how it was possible but his face dropped even more, “adorable??”

you let out a loud laugh, “oh, mon dieu. you’re just like your brother.”

and you fumbled again. wow, you really couldn’t go a conversation without talking about your boyfriend, huh?

“lorenzo?” arthur asked, “wait, you speak french?”

you only smiled, letting him guess the answers to either question.

arthur took your smile as a yes to both questions, “listen, i am nothing like my brother. il est complètement idiot quand il s'agit de parler aux jolies filles. moi, d'un autre côté, je suis un naturel.” he's a total idiot when it comes to talking to pretty girls. me, on the other hand? i'm a natural. 

“ah, is that what this is? you being a natural?” you smirked, watching as his cheeks flushed slightly.

“well, sometimes, the really pretty girls make me a bit nervous.” arthur scratched the back of his head. ah, he was like a mini charles.

you smiled, “well, as honoured as i am to be considered a ‘really pretty girl’, i’m afraid i’m a bit too old for you, bud.”

arthur groaned, planting his head in his arms against the table, “this is going horribly for me.”

“i told you, your charm is non-existent,” another voice called out from behind you. it was lorenzo.

he came around the table and smacked the back of arthur’s head, “tu es vraiment un idiot.” you are such an idiot.

you laughed at arthur’s sorrowful expression, “oh, i think he’s got quite the charm. just not enough years under the belt.”

lorenzo smiled apologetically at you, “i am so sorry for whatever he has said to you in the past five minutes.”

you waved him off, “no worries, arthur is quite the company.”

you looked at the time, deciding it would be good to go back to the garage to see charles once before he started his practices, “well, boys. i’ve got to head out. it was great meeting you, arthur! and seeing you again today, lorenzo, i’m sure i’ll catch you guys again somewhere on the paddock.”

the two brothers returned your goodbye, waiting for you to leave before arguing about who had a more realistic shot with you.

you couldn’t help but laugh as you heard a few seconds of their conversation. if only charles had realized how right he would be about his brothers liking you as much as him. turns out, all the leclerc brothers had the same taste in girls.

although you had told them you would, you didn’t see the two leclerc brothers for the rest of your day on the paddock. you went home with charles soon after the free practices ended, both excited to get ready and have dinner with his family.

having already met and conversed with both of charles’ brothers, you couldn’t help but feel less nervous for the dinner. pascale had been the only one you hadn’t met yet, and objectively, she was the one to impress. but now that you knew all three of her boys, you were sure that she had to be nice to have raised such kind boys.

now, the pair of you were sat in charles’ ferrari, driving to the restaurant of his choosing. one of his hands rested on your thigh, rubbing circles against the skin.

“sei bellissima, amore.” you loved it when charles spoke in italian, something about the way he sounded just drove your head crazy. you look so beautiful, love.

“grazie, tesoro,” thanks, honey. you gave him a soft smile, “but please don’t say anything else in italian, you know i can’t understand it.”

“i’ll just have to teach you, then,” charles stopped at a stop light, the hand on your thigh turning around as if asking for your hand.

you placed your hand in his and he squeezed it, “you are less nervous today.”

you squeezed his hand back, playing with the watch that was on his wrist, “oui, i actually met your brothers yesterday and today.”

“oh, no. how are you recovering?” charles joked.

“they were quite the charmers, i will say that.” you sighed, looking at your boyfriend’s side profile, “you guys have a lot in common, actually.”

“only good things, i hope.”

“well, i know that you all have excellent taste.” at his confused expression, you waved him off, “story for the dinner, maybe.”

soon, charles had parked and you two were walking into the restaurant hand-in-hand. from afar, you could make out the rough figures of lorenzo and arthur at the table in the far left corner. as you got closer, you could see a woman sitting with them. pascale.

when you two got close enough to the table, you pulled your hand from charles’ grasp, instead clasping your own hands together at the front of your body. charles gave you a small smile filled with reassurance before taking the final step, garnering the attention of his whole family.

lorenzo’s eyes moved past charles and onto you, a confused look on his face, “y/n?”

arthur’s head shot up at the sound of your name, “y/n? she’s here?”

his frantic eyes zeroed into yours, before looking over at his brother confused.

charles smiled, reaching a hand out to wrap around your waist and pull you forward, “maman, boys, je vous présente ma petite amie, y/n.” i want you to meet my girlfriend,

you smiled, “bonjour! ravi de vous rencontrer tous,” your eyes went from pascale to the two boys in front of you, “officiellement cette fois.” hello! nice to meet you all…officially this time.

at charles’ announcement, both brothers felt their jaws drop.

“merde,” lorenzo breathed out, face growing redder as he looked at your wide smile. shit.

arthur closed his eyes, hands coming up to hide his face “oh mon dieu, on a flirté avec la petite amie de charles.” oh my god, we flirted with charles' girlfriend.

“tu as fait quoi?!” you did what?!