#Mon bébé ma chérie

[thehappyegg]

Drag Race France en tournée c'est ma nouvelle orientation sexuelle

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Go for his brother part 3

Part 2

Part 1

charles_leclerc The day @/y/n_leclerc and I decided to spent the forever together

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y/n_leclerc Did I mention I'm in love with you? 😭

↳charles_leclerc Yeah I think you mentioned that a few times in the vows, ma chérie

y/n_leclerc I love it when you call me french terms of endearment oh my god 😩

username1 SHE'S HOOKED

↳username2 FOR LIFE 🤞

pierregasly And I really thought I wouldn't see that day

↳y/n_leclerc Life's full of surprises isn't it?

username3 Charles calls her ma chérie, Arthur used to call her mon bébé 😭 do you get deja vu

↳username4 y/n: *breathes* y'all: do you get deja vu omg she used to breathe with Arthur 😭

↳username5 You remember mon bébé but do you remember chouchou? 😭

username3 OMG YES he used to call her chouchou and she used to call him Thurthur 😭

username4 GET. OVER. THEM. Y/n is now married to Charles BESIDES Arthur CHEATED on her. She deserved better than Arthur and now she has it.

pascale_leclerc Congratulations my loves ❤️😘 the wedding was beautiful

↳y/n_leclerc Merci maman🫶

↳username3 Pascale is just happy to have Y/n in her family and I live for this

username2 Maybe it was all Pascale's idea, when she found out Arthur cheated, she told Charles to keep Y/n in the family lmao

username3 And he stayed committed to the job💪

danielricciardo The instant photos part was awesome, I bet it was Y/n's idea

↳y/n_leclerc Yes it was 🫡and it was really nice to see you, Max, Lando and Carlos having lots of fun with it once the alcohol kicked in

charles_leclerc Not to mention now we have some things to blackmail you with

danielricciardo Bold of you to assume I'd be ashamed of any of these, Charles

carlossainz55 Looking forward to seeing Y/n in the paddock more often! 😊

↳y/n_leclerc You know, Carlos, some people have jobs... You should look it up sometime...🫶

↳username5 Is she now gonna go for Carlos lmao

scuderiaferrari Big day for our favorite couple ❤️ evviva gli sposi 👏

↳charles_leclerc Grazie mille❤️❤️

↳y/n_leclerc We're the favorite couple 🥹

georgerussell63 Even though you were engaged I didn't believe you'd actually do it until it happened

↳charles_leclerc Thanks George, supportive as always

username1 That's what I call KARMA

username2 But when are we going to talk about the argument Arthur and Charles had before the wedding?

↳username3 What were you in their house? Lmao

username2 Another gossip page said that Arthur and Charles argued in front of the wedding chapel

username3 That's so unrealistic, don't trust everything you see on these pages

username4 Hey so do we know if there were any arguments?

↳f1gossip There's no way we'd have any information on that, it was a very private ceremony. That is highly doubtful though, I don't think this could've happened. Even Arthur knows better than acting like this on his brother's wedding day.

username3 That's so right, Arthur isn't dumb enough to act like a dick on his brother's wedding day, he knows it's his own fault

username5 Yeah it would be so weird if Arthur was playing angry now like man it's all consequences of your own actions, be an adult

username6 Even if it wasn't showing, Arthur was definitely dying on the inside. Imagine seeing your ex girlfriend at the altar next to your brother. You're thinking "it should be me with her", but it's too late

↳username7 One day Y/n and Charles will have kids, they'll be a happy family. Charles will have everything Arthur could want - a seat in F1, Y/n as his wife, little Leclerc(s) running around. Arthur will always be the "less successful" Leclerc. No wonder Lorenzo stays out of the spotlight

username8 Now you're making it sound depressing lol

username7 Tbh I cried a little thinking about this even though I know that's what Arthur deserves for cheating on Y/n

username9 I wonder what happened between Arthur and [ex best friend's name]

↳f1gossip She allegedly broke up with him and a few days later was seen on a date with a fellow Formula 2 driver.

username7 This keeps getting better

username9 WHO???? I NEED TO KNOW???

username8 I saw someone say she was seen with that Piñacolada guy

username9 Piñacolada?? Do you mean Franco Colapinto?? 💀

y/n_leclerc Charles isn't my fiancé anymore 👰‍♀️🤵

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charles_leclerc I told you it's not the best way to say it

↳y/n_leclerc You can't stop me, tesoro

username1 OMG I've just noticed Y/n changed her username

↳username2 well, she got married...

lilymhe Wedding of the century

francisca.cgomes Every little girl dreams of a perfect wedding. That was this wedding

↳exbestfriend I've never dreamt of a wedding as a kid

francisca.cgomes Girl nobody asked

exbestfriend Why would a kid think about it? Don't they have better things to do? Like playing with toys and BEING A KID?

y/n_leclerc Pls not under my wedding post, get your jealous ass outta here

yoursister I'm so proud of you Y/n 😭

↳y/n_leclerc I know, you couldn't stop crying 😭

yoursister You know it were happy tears, I love you so much 😭

username3 LMAO [ex best friend's name]'s comments are pure comedy 💀 do you think she'll try to steal Charles now?

↳username4 Doesn't matter, Charles will never cheat on Y/n

arthur_leclerc You looked amazing

↳username2 Get the fuck out of this comment section

↳username3 All you can do about it now is cry, you wasted your chance

↳username4 The way Y/n doesn't even bother to reply

alex_albon I bet you wouldn't have the guts to wear the dress to the paddock next race

↳y/n_leclerc You're right, I won't 🙌 it's too beautiful to take any risks

charlottesiine Dream dress 🤍

↳y/n_leclerc I know right 🥹 when I saw it I knew right away THAT'S THE ONE

↳username5 wtf what's Cha doing here

username6 They follow each other since that one time they hung out together

username5 ahh the famous "we both suffered a Leclerc" thing

username7 GUYS I AM CRYING Cha said dream dress, I wonder if she's thinking it should be hers, like she should be in Y/n's place 🥹😭

↳username8 Y'all need to stop, first talking about Arthur, now about Charlotte. Go touch some grass

username7 but, unlike Y/nArthur, ChaCha broke up on good terms, so this could be her

username8 But it's not. Grow up. So disrespectful to talk about it on a wedding post

username9 I am really happy for Y/n and Charles. But I can't stop thinking this could be Y/n and Arthur. Or Charles and Charlotte

↳username7 I bet Arthur also can't stop thinking about this lmao he'll never find someone who'll love him as much as Y/n did

username9 Let's not go that far maybe...?

username1 Their voices are so similar 😭 do you think Y/n sometimes accidentally calls Charles Arthur?

↳username2 Do you think she sometimes says the wrong name in bed? 💀

username3 This whole story, from the moment Arthur cheated to the end of this interview, is my Roman Empire

username4 I love that they stay on good terms even after what happened with Y/n

↳username1 In this exact interview Arthur said he didn't talk to Charles for WEEKS, he didn't even show up on the family dinners, until one day he understood he can only blame himself

username5 You can see that Arthur is happy for his big brother, but in his voice you can hear the pain 😭

username6 When Arthur said "Now I see what I did was hurtful and I'm glad it was Charles who took care of Y/n after it happened, instead of some random guy who would possibly repeat my mistake" it broke me 😭

↳username7 "Y/n is an amazing woman and I hope Charles will give her everything I couldn't." 😭😭

username8 when Ch asked "do you think you'd deserve a second chance? if Y/n and I weren't married, of course" as a joke and A replied "honestly? no, I was a douchebag and the cheating wasn't the only issue in our relationship, she truly deserved better" AND THEN GAVE HIS BROTHER A BIG SMILE WTF?? 😭😭

username9 At least he realizes his mistakes😭

username4 Not only cheating?? What else?? I need to know immediately

username8 They didn't say it in the video, I doubt they would ever say it publicly unless Y/n decides to speak about it (but I don't see why would she, being happily married now)

username10 They should release one interview of the Leclercs just talking about this whole Y/n situation

y/n_leclerc Maybe it all happened a bit quick, but my husband is a race driver for a reason

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lilymhe I GASPED when I saw the caption

↳charles_leclerc I asked her nicely to look for some basic quote 🙁

pascale_leclerc Can't wait to meet our little Leclerc❤️

↳y/n_leclerc You'll be the first one to find out❤️

yoursister That's how I find out? Through a post?😭

↳y/n_leclerc I wanted to surprise you 🥹

yoursister I'm kidding, I'm happy for you guys 🩷

francisca.cgomes Someone check on Arthur

↳y/n_leclerc KIKA!!!!

↳username1 I love Kika 😭

↳username2 Jokes aside someone really needs to check up on him

arthur_leclerc It really suits you 🩷

↳y/n_leclerc Don't say that to Charles, he already told me he'd like 2 more 😭 I don't think I wanna go further than just this one

charles_leclerc I'm not gonna force you! If you wanna stop at one, that's fine by me

y/n_leclerc We can get a puppy instead? Right now it would be perfect so the puppy and the baby can entertain each other and grow up together

charles_leclerc Alright, ma chérie, we can talk about that 😂

↳username1 "I hope Charles gives her everything I couldn't" 😭 so that's what he meant

↳username2 Alexa play the one that got away by Katy Perry

username3 I just know Arthur will be the fun uncle omg

↳username4 I don't think he'll spend much time with the baby, if I were him it would always make me think "wow, that baby could be mine if I didn't mess up" 💀

username3 It seems like he understood his mistake and came to terms with the consequences. Plus, he didn't say it, but I feel like in the video shared by the gossip page he implied not wanting kids

username4 What do you mean? How?

username3 "I hope Charles gives her everything I couldn't" and then said the cheating wasn't the only reason for the breakup and now, a few weeks pass and we get the pregnancy announcement

username4 Well, maybe getting cheated on didn't work out so badly for Y/n in the end

alex_albon Project Verstappen? 😏

↳georgerussell63 *project Hamilton

charles_leclerc *project Leclerc 😌

alex_albon Better start saving up for the baby's therapy then

charles_leclerc Welcome home, Jules Hervé Leclerc, born July 17 🤍

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[yanfeisty]

My lovely dear writers who wants to use french pet names.

Ma chérie/ma chère = my dear but for a woman

Mon chéri/mon cher = my dear but for a man

I'm saying this bc I've seen fics with gender neutral reader but still use one of these. There are no gn version for those.

Buuuuuuut there are other pet names you can use that doesn't specify the gender of the person.

Ex: Mon amour (my love)

Mon cœur (my heart)

Mon bébé (my baby)

Mon trésor (my treasure)

Mon ange (my angel)

Do not change mon for ma ❌️ , yes mon is used for when the noun after is masculin (every noun in french are either masculin or feminine), but you can still use them for a woman or a gender neutral person, because the nouns in this list are objects. While if you use dear, you're referring to the person and it would change depending which gender the person is.

I know this doesn’t bother the majority that doesn't speak french but still TT. Idk if someone said it before but it's still needed apparently.

[i23kazu]

SLEEPY PAPA CUDDLES

characters. neuvillette x gn!reader genre. domestic romantic fluff. an. MORE melusine daddy content. please send help guys i literally cannot stop making daddy neuvi content | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

on the days when some of the melusine get sick, neuvillette wishes he could stay home.

the heartbroken wails of his sick littlest ones pierce his heart – but as chief justice, he rarely gets to take the day off. even after scouring the pages of the fontainian law books, he finds nothing that allows him to take parental leave because his child is sick... because you're a stay at home parent.

(therefore, the responsibility falls onto you to take care of the little ones, as much as neuvillette would like to share it with you.)

early in the morning, you feel some sort of movement within your bed... you sleepily turn to look at neuvillette getting up and walking to your littlest's room.

"it's alright, ma trésor... papa's here." you can hear him attempting to soothe little puca.

puca's cries resound through the halls of the house, neuvillette's quiet shh-shhs soon following. it's not long til you hear the sobs that turn to whimpers, a sweet picture of puca laying her head on your husband's shoulder forming.

it doesn't get better when everyone is awake. iara, puca, and mela are all now down with the same cold puca cried her little lungs out for last night, and all three sweethearts sniffle at the dining table, hot soup freshly ladled out in front of them.

"papa, don't go! please?" iara cries, tugging on neuvillette's sleeve. justice has no time left to waste, and neither does your husband.

"i'm sorry, ma petit ange, but i have to go to work," neuvillette responds remorsefully, picking up iara and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"but i don't want you to go! stay home! i want to stay with you!" iara wails, burying her head in neuvillette's shoulder. he begins to bounce her gently on his hip.

"i'll see all of you tonight, ma chérie. alright? i'll come back early today."

at last, little iara's hands seem to finally let go of neuvillette's shirt, her sobs still wracking her frame.

"come here, sweet girl," you gently hug her from behind, gathering the little melusine in your arms. iara bursts into wails once she hugs you tightly, heart broken over feeling sick and having to say goodbye to papa.

you distract the children while neuvillette slips away to work, undetected. the rest of the day goes somewhat smoothly, with the older ones helping out around the house while the younger ones rest in bed.

by the time the clock says that papa was about to come home, all of the little melusines that lived in your household were all fast asleep, hands softly tucked under the covers.

"i'm home-" neuvillette walks in, setting his work bag down. why was it so quiet? a typical day included a chorus of "welcome home, papa!" and the pitter-pattering of melusine feet padding to the doorway.

"mon cœur! please, calme– i just got the bébés to take a nap," you shush him, cracking open the door to the melusine's room, just a touch.

neuvillette wants to laugh. never in his... centuries? eons? of life, did he ever think he would have evolved to be a man of domesticity.

i know nothing of french all of this was google

reblogs w/ tags & comments appreciated !!!

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[goldenkiwistyles]

Monaco CL16

Charles Leclerc x Hamilton!reader

Charles Leclerc x oc

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, swearing, Google translate

May 2024:

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LolaHamilton: Monaco 2024 💗. Congratulations mon amour, seeing you win your home race will forever be one of the most special moments of my life. X

Comments:

charlesleclerc: je t'aime bébé. X (I love you baby)

↳ LolaHamilton: je t'aime plus 🥰 (I love you too)

User1: congratulations Charles.

carmenmmundt: Pretty 🤩

↳LolaHamilton: thx amiga (friend)

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LolaHamilton: Life Recently 💗

Comments:

charles_leclerc: ❤️❤️❤️❤️

carmenmmundt: Gorg 🤩

User1: couple goals!

francisca.cgomes: you to are so cute together it make me want to barf. 💗

↳LolaHamilton: Now you know how I feel about you and Pierre. 🤭

↳ pierregasly: HEY!

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LolaHamilton: February 2025.

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charles_leclerc: Mon beau bébé. 💗 (My beautiful baby)

lewishamilton: I'M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE!!!

↳ arthur_leclerc: SO AM I!!!

↳ carmenmmunt: I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNT!!!

carmenmmunt: Congratulations! How far along are you?

↳ LolaHamilton: 4 weeks!

↳carmenmmunt: OMG!!

messages with carmen:

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LolaHamilton: Congratulations big bro! seeing you win after such a long time at your home race is something I will never forget. 💗

Comments:

lewishamilton: Love you sis. x

LolaHamilton: Love you too. 🙄

charles_leclerc: où est mon je t'aime? 😡 (Where’s my I love you?)

↳ LolaHamilton: je t'aime bébé (I love you baby)

↳ charles_leclerc: je t'aime aussi chérie (i love you too darling)

User2: Congratulations Lewis!

mercedesamgf1: it was nice to see you in the garage this weekend Lola!

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charles_leclerc: summer break 🌴

Comments:

pierregasly; not you using your pregnant gf as a footrest. 😂

↳ charles_leclerc: she offered. 🤷‍♂️

User1: Charles and Lola are so sweet 😍😍

User2: 4th pic: 🧍‍♂️

User3: olymic gold medal worthy dive

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charles_ leclerc: mes amours 💗 (my loves)

comments:

lewishamilton: I cant believe my baby sister is pregnant!

carmenmmunt: pretty.x

user1: awwwww

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LolaHamilton: Charles and I are ecstatic to announce a beautiful baby girl will be joining us in February!

comments:

charles_leclerc: je t'aime tellement chérie. Il n’y a personne d’autre avec qui je voudrais porter ma petite fille. (I love you so much, darling. There is no one else who I would like to carry my daughter.)

↳LolaHamilton: je t'aime tellement bébé. merci d'être toujours à mes côtés. (I love you so much baby. Thank you for always being by my side.)

arthur_leclerc: ma nièce. ❤️ (My niece)

pierregasly: bagsy being the favourite uncle.

↳ arthur_leclerc: no I'm the favourite uncle.

↳ carlossainz55: I am.

↳ lewishamilton: We all know I'll be the favourite.

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charles_leclerc: mes filles ❤️ (My girls)

comments:

LolaHamilton: I look fit.

↳ charles_leclerc: You are. x

carmenmmundt: gorg.x

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charles_leclerc: And that is the end of the 2024 season. There has been some highs like winning Monaco and finding out I have a baby on the way, but also some lows. Its now time for a break so I can welcome my bay girl but first I have to say goodbye to someone.

Dear Chili🌶️, we have had so many special moments together as teammates and I will miss having you next door. Wishing you the best for your next adventure.

Comments:

carlossainz55: I will miss you too Lord Perceval. Good luck with the baby.

User1: Noooooo I'm crying.

User2: I'm not ready for this divorce.

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LolaHamilton: Fleur Daphne Leclerc 14.05.25.

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charles_leclerc: ma princesse. ❤️ (my princess)

lewishamilton: Love you bear. Congratulations sis!

carmenmmundt: My niece is so cute! 🥰

arthur_leclerc: she's so small.🥹

pierregasly: Félicitations! (Congratulations)

carlossainz55: Felicidades! (Congratulations)

1 year later..

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LolaHamilton: Ma famille <3 (my family)

Comments:

User1: DAD CHARLES!!

charles_leclerc: Je vous aime.x (I love you)

↳ LolaHamilton: je t'aime aussi.x (I love you too)

lewishamilton: Bear is getting so big!

↳ LolaHamiltin: I know

↳ arthur_leclerc: 🥹

A/N: this is my first ever smau and first time righting in a while so be gentle with it please. <3

[smooth-perceval]

“Merry Christmas wherever you are.”

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Reader attempts at soothing their child- and when all fails she calls the one man they both need.

Warnings: Self-Doubt, fluff, Google translate, Charles being cute, not every Christmassy… NO PROOF READ!!

Key: Y/N (your name) Y/L/N (your last name) Juliette (Yours and Charles kids name) Jules (her nickname)

Word count: 744

A/N: I’m sorry… I didn’t stick to my schedule I really have a bad timing issue- infact schedule issue. Sorryyyy! But to make up for it I got some good fics coming 👀

Or so I think are good. Also sorry this isn’t as Christmassy…

I wanted to cry, I was on the verge of tears and crawling into a corner… Juliette had no way of settling- in fact she was practically screaming the house down.

The one thing I didn’t want to do was call for help- because I’m her mother I can do this… but yet I still found myself picking the phone up and dialling the one man I need right now.

“mon chéri? You okay?” (My darling) A panicked Charles picked up the line before the first ring, and if Juliette wasn’t screaming so loud I probably would’ve sat and twirled my hair at how cute he is.

As soon as I heard the words ‘you okay’ I bursted into tears along with our baby. “Charles I don’t know what to do… she won’t stop crying!” Taking heavy breaths I gently placed my hand onto of Juliette’s tummy trying to soothe her.

“Chérie… breathe- take some deep- just one minute.” (Darling) I heard him rustling around and a door click shut on the other end of the call, he must’ve had to run away from the team for my breakdown… gosh do I feel like the worst mother and partner…

“Let me FaceTime you-” sniffling I moved the phone away answering Charles FaceTime call.

“hé ma jolie fille…” (hey, my pretty girl), even though he was across the waters- seeing his face washed a sense of relief over me… and oddly enough Juliette’s cries got quieter slowly- crazy huh, her fathers voice is the answer to both our prayers.

“I’m so sorry… I know your busy- I just I don’t know what to do…” sniffling once again I looked down at Juliette who was also sniffling… eyes opening and closing slowly proving to me she is tired yet has been fighting it this whole time. “Family always comes first how many times do I tell you this.”

“I know I just feel like a terrible mother I can’t soothe my own child…” and now I’m setting off again, tears rolling down my cheeks- lip quivering. Which also to my expense set Juliette back off.

“Y/N you’re the most perfect mother- Our Juliette is so lucky to have such a perfect woman in her life. Now stop doubting yourself, okay?” Nodding slowly I wiped away my tears taking another deep breath. “show me our gorgeous girl.” Smiling a little I turned the camera so they can both see each other.

“Hé mon bébé!” (Hey my baby!)

And just like that she calmed back down again, her dad has that effect on us both I guess. “I’ll be home soon princesse.” (Princess)

The most adorable yawn escaped her tiny body, legs and arms both kicking up and down and the smile back on her face. “Now’s time for you to sleep Jules… no more crying. Go to sleep princesse.” (Princess)

My finger danced over her face delicately, and soon she was falling asleep. “bébé?” (Baby?)

Humming I turned the camera back around, relief washed all over my face. “I’ve got to go now mon amour… are you going to be okay?” (My love) Looking down at Jules who was practically in a slumber, eyes opening every now and then. I paused for a moment, before taking a deep breath and nodding at Charles. I’ve got this- I’m her Mother, I’ve got this.

“I’ll be okay… thank you.” Lying back on the bed I looked at the FaceTime, hand resting on Juliette’s belly once again. “Don’t thank me… I’m sorry I’m not home for Christmas, especially the first as a family.” Sighing he moved the screen closer to himself. “Just means we get two huh?” Smiling a little I leaned forward kissing the camera of my phone. “I love you Charles Leclerc, come home to us soon.” Smiling a little at him, his eyes seemed to well just a little, a small sight of tears. “As soon as I can mon chéri… I love you more.” (My darling)

Then the screen went off, and silence engulfed the room… Juliette’s soft snores were the only thing heard.

And when the silence becomes a soothing lullaby, and the twinkling of the Christmas decorations become a trace, I placed a gentle kiss to my fingers- waving it off into the air. “Merry Christmas, wherever you are.”

Little did me and Jules know- our favourite person was waiting on a flight home and would be here when we wake, our Christmas miracle.

[doc-pickles]

til’ forever falls apart | anthony beauvillier

summary: anthony gets traded to vancouver and everything seems to implode for you. but at the end of the day, there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel.

warnings: language, a little bit of smut, angst, pregnancy, morning sickness, abortion, happy ending. oh! and lots of platonic barzal fluff!

a/n: i’ve had this idea for awhile and finally wrote it out! I hope y’all enjoy!

xoxo

nina

The trade had come to a shock to Anthony, meaning you were beside yourself when it was announced your boyfriend would be moving to Vancouver.

You’d gotten the ESPN notification minutes before there was a knock at your door. You opened it in a daze, finally snapping back to reality when you met Tito’s wide blue eyes.

“I- I didn’t know baby,” he stutters out as he steps forward. “Merde. I didn’t know.”

You move forward quickly, wrapping your arms around Tito as you pull him into your apartment. He’s not crying but his shoulders are shaking as he struggles to take even breaths.

“Baby, you have to breathe,” you whisper as you rest your forehead against Anthony’s. “Mon amour, look at me.”

When you meet Tito’s gaze his eyes are filled with sadness, a look that doesn’t suit him. You bring your hands up to stroke his cheek, sighing as he leans into your hand.

“Ma chérie… please,” Anthony’s lips are on yours in a slow, sensual kiss, his hands roaming up your hips to grasp at your hair. “Make me feel better… s'il vous plaît.”

And you do, you love Anthony the best way you can. Your bodies tangle together as you make your way into your bedroom. Slowly with gentle brushes and delicate fingers you remove his clothes, taking your time to praise him and give him the comfort he’s craving.

When he’s stood before you in nothing but his black boxers Tito pulls you to him, locking your lips together as his hands roam your body. His voice is barely a whisper as he tells you how much he loves you, how much you mean to him. And as he slowly undresses you, you forget for a moment that he’s going to be leaving you soon.

When you’re laying below Anthony his movements are slow and loving as he moves above you. His pace is unhurried as he makes love to you, his lips floating between your lips and your neck as he holds you close.

“Bébé, putain, je ne peux pas te quitter,” Anthony’s voice is trembling as he looks into your eyes, his hands bracketing your face as he whispers to you. “Je ne veux pas te quitter. Je t'aime tellement.” (Baby, fuck, I can't leave you. I dont want to leave you. I love you so much.)

“Je t'aime, Beau. Always,” you whisper as you meet his eyes. His pace increases after that, drawing out long moans as his hips piston towards yours, both of you chasing release. “Anthony… baby…”

“Come with me, Bébé,” Tito moans as his hips stutter, moving faster as he holds you close. “S'il vous plaît… Fuck… Please.”

You both fall apart in a mess of tangled limbs and moans, your lips connecting with Tito’s as you both ride out your high.

Laying on his chest after you’d both finished, you look up at Anthony with sad eyes, “I’m not breaking up with you so don’t even fucking think about it.”

The deep laugh that tumbles from Tito’s chest makes you smile as you lean up to kiss him, “Never, mon amour.”

+

You and Mat take Beau to the airport two days after the trade deal is finalized. The car ride is silent, Beau’s hand gripped firmly in yours as you navigate the craziness of airport traffic.

“Okay dude,” Mat sighs as Tito’s last bag is hauled onto the sidewalk. “If I keep talking I’ll cry and that won’t be good for anyone. But I love you dude and I’ll look after your girl.”

Anthony and Mat hug tightly, Mat pulling back and standing to the side as Tito looks at you. Your lip trembles and you throw yourself into his hold, arms wrapped tightly around him as he holds you close.

“I’ll see you soon, mon amour,” Tito whispers as he holds you, his hands caressing your hips as he meets your eyes. “I love you.”

“Je t'aime, Anthony,” you whisper as you kiss one last time. You pull back, watching as Tito grabs his bags. Mat’s arms are wrapped around your shoulder as you both wave to Anthony as he walks off.

Wordlessly, Mat climbs into the drivers seat of your SUV, making sure you’re settled in the passenger seat before pulling away from the curb and putting more and more distance between you and the man you love.

+

“You gotta get up, c’mon,” Mats voice is low and soft, comforting as he places his hand on your shoulder. “Do I need to call-“

“No,” you cut him off sharply, turning to look up at him. “I’m fine. Leave me alone Mat.”

“Okay but-“

Before Mat can continue a wave of nausea rolls through your stomach. You’re up and out of bed in a flash, barely making it to the toilet before you’re emptying the contents of your stomach into the bowl.

Anthony left two months ago and you’d been in agony since then. The last week however was different as you were plagued with constant nausea and fatigue. Mat was concerned about you, keeping good on his promise to Tito to look after you, but you knew what was wrong. You just refused to accept it.

“I’m going to call Tito,” Mat says firmly from his place in the doorway of the bathroom. “This isn’t okay.”

“No you can’t-“

“I sure as hell can,” Mat yells, meeting your eyes. “You’re running yourself into the ground!”

“I’m not-“

“Bullshit, this has gone-“

“I’m pregnant Mat.”

Mat freezes, his eyes wandering over your face for any sign that you’re playing a terrible joke on him. You only sigh and rest your head against the closed toilet seat.

“I took a test two days ago,” you whisper as you avoid Mat’s gaze. “I’m… I’m not keeping it.”

“But-“

“I’m going on Thursday,” you whisper as you look at your hands. “I can’t- Not while Beau is so far away. I can’t do it Mat.”

“You have options,” Mat whispers. “You can move out there. Or at the very least tell Tito. Please, you gotta-“

“I’ve made up my mind,” you meet Mat’s eyes with a serious look. “And you cannot tell Anthony.”

“But-“

“Mathew. I’m serious.”

Mat sighs and nods, walking forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“C-can you take me? To the clinic,” you look up at Mat and can almost visibly see his heart breaking. “Mat please…”

“You’ve got me,” Mat nods as he pulls you into a hug. “I’ll be there, I told Beau I’d be there for you.”

“Thank you Mat,” you whisper as he helps you up and settles you back into bed.

When you’re fast asleep Mat leaves your apartment, waiting until he’s on the sidewalk to make the call he knows he has to make.

“Tito… I need you to come to New York.”

+

Thursday rolls around and your stomach is churning with unease. You know you’re making the right decision but you’re still full of doubt as you put on leggings and one of Anthony’s sweatshirts.

Mat meets you downstairs and you drive in silence to the clinic, neither of you having anything productive to say.

“I’ll be waiting outside,” Mat whispers as he leans over and presses a kiss to your hair. “You got me, okay?”

You nod and step out of his car, walking slowly into the clinic. It doesn’t take long for your name to be called, the nurse leading you to an exam room. The setting is sterile and cold and you wish more than anything that Anthony was with you and this was a happy surprise instead of a nightmare.

“Well everything with your blood tests looks good,” the doctor announces as she sits in front of you. “I’m going to do a quick ultrasound to confirm everything and then we can go on with the procedure. You don’t have to watch the ultrasound, it’s completely up to you.”

You roll your shirt up and squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to see what the ultrasound produces. But as the doctor rolls the wand over your stomach, you can’t help but crack an eye open and peer at the black and white screen.

There, barely the size of a jelly bean, is a little human. Half you and half Anthony. You gasp quickly and the doctor looks up at you with a sad smile.

“Would you like to hear the heartbeat? Or is that too much?”

You tell her yes and before you know it a booming sound echoes through the room. You stifle a gasp as your eyes squeeze shut, thinking of nothing but Tito and you and your baby.

“I- I can’t. I don’t want to get rid of my baby.”

The doctor walks you through next steps, how far along you are, and gives you information for what to do next. But you don’t hear any of it, instead thinking only of your boyfriend and how desperately you wish he was next to you.

You leave the clinic and find Mat waiting outside. As soon as you see him the tears start falling, your body wracked with sobs as he grabs onto your shoulders.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re alright,” Mat whispers as he holds you. “It’s okay. You made a choice for you and-“

“I didn’t do it, Mat,” you gasp out as you cling to Mat. “I couldn’t. I saw… I saw the baby and I couldn’t do it.”

Mat simply holds you as you cry, ushering you into his car a few minutes later and buckling you in. You don’t say anything as the two of you navigate through New York towards your apartment.

When Mat ushers you upstairs to your apartment you’re ready to simply collapse onto your bed and sleep for a few days. But when you unlock the door your breath catches in your throat as you take in the sight before you.

“Anthony…”

“Mon amour,” Anthony smiles sadly as he sees the tears coating your cheeks. “What’s wrong, Bébé?”

You begin to cry again, Tito immediately crossing the room to hold you close. He looks to Mat, who simply shakes his head as he backs up and waves goodbye to his friend before shutting your front door.

Anthony leads you to your bedroom, sitting on the side of your bed as he holds you close. Your tears subside, red eyes looking up at your boyfriend with sad smile.

“Je suis désolé, mon amour,” you sniffle as you meet Tito’s gaze. “I’m so sorry.” (I’m sorry, my love)

“For what? What’s wrong,” Tito asks, hands cupping your face. “Bébé tell me. How can I help?”

You lean back and look up at Anthony, “I missed you.”

“I missed you, Bébé. So much,” Anthony kisses your forehead gently, pulling you closer. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong though.”

“I- We…,” you sniffle as you lock eyes with him. “Beau… We’re gonna have a baby.”

Tito’s lips simply curve up into a smile as he looks at you, “Really?”

You nod, pressing your face to his chest, “I went to the clinic to… But I couldn’t. I saw our baby and I couldn’t do it, Beau. I’m sorry. That I didn’t tell you. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Bébé,” Anthony whispers as he holds you close. “It’s okay. I’m here now, I’m here with you. I’m not leaving you. Okay? I’m not fucking leaving you and our baby.”

You nod as Anthony holds you close, his fingers tracing slowly over your still flat stomach. He takes a deep breath before pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Will you come back to Vancouver with me?”

Tito’s voice is soft and questioning as he holds you, but immediately you know your answer.

“Of course.”

+

“Well hey there, Beauvilliers,” Mat’s smile is mile wide as he walks into the hospital room. “Who do we have here?”

Tito smiles and you can almost feel the excited energy radiating off of him as he hands off your newborn son to Mat, “Hud, meet your Uncle Mat. Mat…. Meet Hudson Mathew Beauvillier.”

Mat’s eyes widen as he looks down at the baby in his arms, “I- what?”

“He wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you,” you whisper as Tito grabs your hand. “And you took care of me when Beau couldn’t. We owe our family to you Matty.”

Mat looks from the two of you to the baby in his hold. His eyes are brimming with tears as he sniffles and traces a finger across Hudson’s cheek, “Shit you guys… He looks so fucking cute. You guys make really cute babies.”

You smirk as you twist the wedding band and ring on your left hand, smiling up at Anthony. He’s already smirking down at you, leaning down to press his lips against yours.

“He’s pretty cute,” Anthony muses. “Figure we can make a whole hockey team if they’re all this adorable.”

“If you’re gonna carry them that can be arranged,” you grin as you snuggle into your husbands side.

part two here

[violetszone]

Make it all red

Charles x fem!reader

Summary: you teased charles all night so he decided to teach you a lesson

WARNINGS: fingering, oversimulate, Dom charles, Bad English (Sorry I didn't have time to check and fix), French google translate, spanking, hair pulling...

You teased Charles all night at the restaurant and he was barely holding on.

After saying goodbye to all the Formula 1 drivers, you got on the red Ferrari that Charles just bought and started driving away from the restaurant.

You were in a good mood, but the same couldn't be said for Charles, he was tired of you acting like a brat all night. You didn't realize you weren't on your way home because you've been fiddling with your phone since you got in the car.

Suddenly, the car stopped ,you turned off your phone looked at Charles and then around you, but you were in a dark place that you could not recognize.

Charles got out of the car and came to my side and opened the door "Get out of the car YN" you looked at his face in disbelief, did what he said and walked together to the hood of the car while holding your hand and guiding you.

"What's going on, Cha where are we" Charles turned your back to hug you and suddenly bent over you to the hood "you've been testing my patience all night now look what you get"

His hand rubs against your leg as he pulls up your short dress and he sigh a crooked smile forms on his lips, he starts touching you over your underwear you close your eyes and push your hips towards his for more.

He stuck his hand in your underwear and ran his fingers through your wetness "What a bad girl teasing her boyfriend all night and having fun hm?"

His fingers gets faster. When he realized you getting closer he pulled his hand away  grabbed your hair and pulled you towards himself and whispered in your ear "You know what honey, bad girls never get what they want" when you made a pleading sound he put one finger to your lips and silenced you "But you had so much fun with me tonight now we're going to make it all red baby, it's my turn"

He suddenly let go of your hair and made you lean against the car again he slapped your hips you moaned you could feel him smiling, then another and another slap he slapped until your butt was all red he finally stopped "look at the beauty of it you know I like red but this shade of red will be my favorite from now on"

"Now ma chérie I'm going to fuck you until you scream" you moaned at his words he pulled down your underwear and unzipped his pants when you felt his hard dick in the entrance, you held your breath he went inside you in one move so you both moaned.

"Oh fuck yes charles ah yes god" he kept going in and out hard, you could feel his balls hitting your butt you held tight to the car Charles got faster and faster while he was praising you "ah c'est ça bébé je sais que tu l'aimes tu en veux plus hein" ah that's it baby i know you love it you want more huh?

You nodded, and held Charles' hand on your waist "Fuck I'm so close please Charles" He shook your hand and leaned into your ear "I know mon amour, hold on for a moment,we'll cum together"

You tried to hold on as he moved harder and finally realized his throbbing dick  "Now baby cum for me, yeah like that" he said between his moans.

After you both cum,and both of you calmed down, Charles came out of you and he helped you put on your underwear, straightened your dress and put you on the hood of the car.

He smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear and pulled you in for a hug after a while you broke the hug and kissed his lips. He leaned close to your ear for the last time and whispered, "And that's how we make it all red baby"

[f1letters]

vigilante shit | pg10 x cl16

"you did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them"

summary: revenge is served cold and it tastes especially sweet when it involves his best friend

warning: angst, toxic relationship, toxic reader, revenge, suggestive language, swearing, no cheating (since they are not together), a little choking? (lol this took a turn)

pairing: pierre gasly x reader, charles leclerc x reader

word count: 3.4k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

french words used: mon ange = my angel; bébé = baby; ma chérie = my darling

we are officially back after last weekend! (please, let's NOT talk about it, I'm still in denial lol) 😂 I guess this story needs a shoutout to my toxic ex? thank you wherever you are in the world for the inspo! haha 😂 anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it as always!

masterlist

Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Sometimes I wonder which one'll be your last lie

They say looks can kill and I might try

A cat eye sharp enough to kill a man was the first step necessary to a killing night.

Y/N made sure her siren eyes were on point as she got ready for the party that night. It wasn't the first drivers' party she attended since she had become a frequent presence in the paddock for the last few months. But, boy, was it a special one.

This was her time to seek revenge. 

Toxic? Perhaps. But the Machiavellian side of her didn't care. Her eyes were seeing red. 

And red was her theme: her bright cherry-red lips, her long silk red dress, and the luscious red heels at the end of her smooth legs, which showed through the slit of her skirt.

She looked like a walking Ferrari prize, ready to be picked up by the winner.

Playing with me was the worst thing you've ever done, Pierre. You'll see, she thought, leaving the house.

I don't dress for women

I don't dress for men

Lately, I've been dressin' for revenge

It all started on an innocent, warm summer day when Y/N and a group of friends decided to take a boat on the gorgeous, fascinating Lake Como for some fun, swimming and sunbathing, while they were in the beautiful country of Italy.

Unknown to Y/N, in the same waters, another boat passed by hers, immediately catching the interest of all her friends. The young woman was completely distracted, tanning her back, when she began to hear flirty whispers and giggles coming from her group, swooning over some random guys.

Curious, the girl turned around until her eyes landed on the figures of two athletic, handsome men. God, it was unfair, couldn't she have both? A girl can dream.

She had always been a confident woman, but old-fashioned in a sense: she wasn't going to approach them. If they wanted to know her and her friends, they could address them. If not, their loss.

However... Life has a funny way of turning against you and when the group of friends was getting ready to leave the lake, their boat couldn't start. They tried and tried, but clearly none of them had the capacity to handle the situation. So they only had one option left: ask for help from the friendly, helpful guys on the next boat.

"Hey!" Y/N called out, in an attempt to get them to look. "Can you help us?"

"Hi! Is something wrong with your boat?" One of them, in blue shorts, questioned, curious.

"We can't start the engine. Can you help us?" She asked.

The two boys jumped out and swam to the girls' boat without hesitation. When they walked up the stairs, Y/N could almost hear her friends' jaws hitting the floor at the sight of their wet, muscled abs. But Y/N maintained his carefree demeanour, which only fascinated the two young men more.

The unreachable. The unknown. The treasure to be discovered. They lived for the adrenaline, for the adventure, for the challenge.

And she was a walking challenge.

"Thanks for your help. I'm Y/N." She introduced herself, extending her hand to greet them.

"Pierre." The boy in the orange shorts replied, half-closed eyes filled with interest.

"I'm Charles." The other replied, with a seductive smile plastered on his face.

How the girl would come to regret it when she thought back on that day. From that moment came the invitation for the young women to join the two drivers in their next GP in Emilia-Romagna, which they happily accepted.

And from there came more races, group dinners, parties, and much more. Everything got more complicated when what started as a group friendship ended up leading to a silent battle between the two friends for the confident girl's attention.

One of them, unfortunately, had to lose, and in this case, contrary to their races, Pierre came out victorious, much to Charles's unawareness. Although the Monegasque was an absolute Greek God on the outside and a sweetheart on the inside, Y/N couldn't help but initially let her tendency for complicated, toxic men lead her right to Pierre.

She fell for his charm right away. She didn't even have a chance to run. As soon as he made his first move on her when he pulled her into an empty room after a night of partying, he dominated the girl, body and soul, like he was poison burning right through the inside of her veins.

But like all poison, it's only a matter of time before you die without the antidote.

Secret nights, hidden moments, empty promises. He continued to feed off of what he wanted from her, while she sustained herself with the little crumbs left from the illusions she created in her own head.

He wasn't going to change, and she knew it. But it wasn't until she heard the words come out of his mouth that she realized really how she had been used all those months.

"I never wanted a serious relationship, mon ange," Pierre confessed, unconcerned with her feelings. "You knew from the start that this was just fun for the two of you."

"Fun for the two of you?" She echoed his words. "You've been saying for months that we're eventually going to be in a relationship. Don't lie now. Which one'll be your last lie?!"

She wasn't going to allow herself to cry in front of him. She kept her gaze directly on him, with a look that could kill.

"You know what? You're right." She replied, smiling at him through the pain she felt in her chest. The corners of her lips turned up, but her eyes didn't follow the gesture, leaving Pierre almost startled by the mixed signals. "Have a good life, Pierre. I'll see you around."

Oh, he was going to see her around...

If there was one thing Y/N liked better than a good boy toy, it was revenge. 

And she was thirsty for some vigilante action.

I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

I don't dress for friends

Lately, I've been dressin' for revenge

She wasn't going to let herself be affected by a guy who didn't treat her as she deserved. That wasn't something that lined up with her strong, confident, determined personality.

Cry for him? Be heartbroken because of the shitty way she was treated by him? Why be sad when you can get even? 

The perfect opportunity for payback just presented itself to her. Just like that: so tempting, so inviting, so alluring. In the form of a single text.

From: Charles Leclerc

hey! you're coming sunday night, right? need you at my victory party...

Y/N spent the whole time with her focus completely dedicated to Pierre when she had a caring, honest man in the palm of her hand... And she would be lying if she didn't say that the fact that he was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous didn't help captivate her now that her heart was free.

However, part of her mind told her that, although she was attracted to Charles, it would be unfair to basically use him to provoke a reaction out of Pierre. The Monegasque didn't even dream of the affair his two friends had going on in the recent past. It was just wrong. After all, how could she do to him what the Frenchman had done to her?

With this, an internal debate was created within the young woman. There were two options: she could be the superior person and move on with her life without thinking about the past, or she could let her anger take over and play with fire a little.

Unfortunately for Pierre, Y/N was never very good at keeping the burning fire of revenge inside her, and she was determined to have a little fun with it.

She needed cold, hard proof, so I gave her some

She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?

Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride

Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife

That Sunday, Y/N walked into the club like she owned the place. The white lights reflected off her as if she were the mirror ball in the centre of the dance floor: all eyes were on her as she outshined the rest of the world.

Two pairs of eyes averted in unison as she approached the group of drivers, both believing she was there for them.

Pierre, closest to the stairs she was going up to the VIP area, was the first to approach the girl, with an inquisitive look.

"Mon ange, I didn't expect you to be here." He confessed, convinced that Y/N was there with the intent of getting him back.

What he didn't expect was that her siren eyes wouldn't even meet his. She was a woman on a mission, and her eyes were on only one person: his best friend.

Without saying a single word to him, Y/N made her way over to the handsome winner of the race, who had his mesmerizing blue eyes already fixed on his shiny red prize.

"Wow, bébé!" He whistled, giving her his hand and making her take a turn to show off her look. "I love the red, it suits you well. Was that all for me?" Charles, more confident than usual from a couple of drinks already consumed, flirted with the girl, his eyes admiring her from head to toe.

"How did you guess?" She replied, in the same tone. Y/N couldn't deny that Charles looked incredibly appetizing. His baby blue shirt was slightly open, exposing the man's defined chest, his hair was tousled and wild, and his eyes were brighter than ever.

"Just a lucky guess. The red Ferrari was a given, though." He chuckled as he pulled her closer to him. "You look so pretty tonight, Y/N. Not that you don't always look stunning, but tonight... Damn, you look fucking incredible, ma chérie."

Charles, focused only on the woman in front of him, didn't even notice how his best friend was glued to the shocking image of the Monegasque clinging to his ex-lover, but Y/N could feel Pierre's eyes burning into the back of her neck.

The young woman couldn't help but let out a satisfied grin. Pierre thought he could play with her without having to deal with the consequences, but he forgot that karma has a way of always biting someone back.

Y/N let her hand flow along the shirt of the driver in front of her until she reached his collar. She approached him seductively until her red inviting lips approached his ear.

Letting her mouth graze against Charles' warm neck, she began her plan. "Do you want to dance, champ?" She asked, with a suggestive tone to her voice.

"Lead the way. I'm all yours tonight." Charles responded and placed his hands on the girl's waist in response.

Enjoy the show, Pierre. It's just getting started.

And she looks so pretty

Drivin' in your Benz

Lately, she's been dressin' for revenge

As the pair moved towards the centre of the club, Y/N swaying his hips gently to the music and Charles with his hands all over the girl's body, Pierre's gaze moved with them.

The Frenchman's muscles tensed up, something that didn't go unnoticed by his teammate Yuki, who was standing right beside him.

"Hey, is something wrong?" Tsunoda asked, worried. "You look... I don't know, upset."

"Everything is fine," Gasly replied, though not at all convincingly. "Everything is perfectly fine." He continued, not understanding whether he was trying to convince the Japanese driver or himself.

He broke up with her, okay, he knew that. He would've understood if she showed up with some random guy trying to tease him. But his best friend, someone he's known for decades?

Y/N was taking things too far.

Pierre unfastened two buttons of his shirt, in an attempt to catch his breath, now dominated by rage. If your plan was to make me jealous to prove me wrong, you've done it, he thought to himself. Now that's enough.

Now for Y/N, revenge was just beginning.

"I think the winner deserves something special." The young woman put her arms around Charles' neck, letting her fingers flow through his brown hair and giving him a provocative smirk. "Don't you agree, Leclerc?"

"Well, he tried really hard to win the race." He joked back, speaking of himself in the third person. The driver's hands threatened to slide further and further down her back towards her bottom. "I think at the very least he deserves a dance with the prettiest girl in this club."

"Perhaps if the winner behaves well during the night, he can find out if his prize is red under the dress too." She teased him, licking her lips as she looked down at his flawless mouth. "Do you think he would like that?"

"Oh, for sure." He answered, getting his face closer to hers.

Y/N felt her heart beat faster and more euphorically, something that caught her off guard. This all started with intentions to punish Pierre for what he did to her, but without her relationship with the Frenchman clouding her mind, Y/N couldn't help but see Charles in a different light for the first time.

Of course, she always thought he was hot and she noticed his attempts to get close to her. But at that moment, the young woman was looking at him and her body seemed to react automatically to the Monegasque's presence, trying to reduce the physical distance between the two as much as possible.

She don't start shit, but she can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

She don't dress for friends

Lately, she's been dressing for revenge

She let herself be carried away by the impulsiveness of the moment and, leaving her thirst for vengeance forgotten in the back of her head, Y/N pulled Charles towards her and let her cherry-red lips kiss his.

Leclerc instantly returned the kiss, with the same passion, the same determination, and the same hunger for each other.

At that moment, it was just her and him. It didn't matter the circumstances that led them there, but that there was indeed chemistry and desire for each other. She simply had enough of Pierre and his lies.

On the other hand, Pierre couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. The woman he used to call his between four walls. The man he called his brother. Kissing. Hands exploring their bodies. No shame, no concern for who saw them and the opinions of outsiders.

It was what Y/N wanted from me and I never gave it to her, he realised.

The couple broke the kiss and Charles ran his hand over the girl's forehead, pushing the loose hair behind her ear. Y/N giggled when she saw the image of the driver's lips now stained with her lipstick and tried to clean them by running her thumb lovingly over them.

Suddenly, she felt the side of her face burn and instantly she realized why: her ex's eyes were fixed on her. As soon as she turned her face towards him, their eyes met and she just imagined all the names he was calling her in his head. She gave him a smirk and turned back to Charles.

"I'm going to the bathroom and I'll be right back with you, okay?" She asked, knowing full well that Pierre was going to follow her.

"I'll meet Carlos and wait for you in the VIP area." He informed her, a hungry look on his face, giving her hand one last rub with his thumb. "But you better be back soon because I've been promised a prize that I can't wait to unravel."

Ladies always rise above

Ladies know what people want

Someone sweet and kind and fun

The lady simply had enough

Just as she predicted, Gasly followed as soon as he saw her heading towards the dark hallway to the bathrooms.

Along the way, and just when he thought his nightmare couldn't get any worse, the Frenchman bumped into Charles, who had a smile plastered to his face like a man who had just won the lottery. Pierre wanted nothing more than to punch that stupid smirk out of his face.

"Mate, I finally got the woman of my dreams." Leclerc innocently admitted, unaware that he was pulling his friend's strings.

Pierre simply walked away, bumping into Charles's shoulder, who was left behind confused by what had just happened.

As soon as he reached the hallway, Y/N was nowhere to be seen. He assumed she was in the ladies' room, so he leaned against the wall beside the door as he waited for her to exit.

A few minutes (which seemed like hours to the impatient man) passed before she got out. As soon as Pierre saw her figure, he grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her against the wall in an act of rage.

"Can you explain to me what the fuck is going on?" Gasly spat out the words, hot-headed, leaning his body completely over the young woman's. "Are you fucking kidding me? Charles? Of all people."

"I'm sorry, but since when do I owe you an explanation? If I remember correctly, you and I are nothing." She spoke, mirroring the same angry tone.

"Shut the fuck up." Pierre gripped her wrist tighter, letting her know that her plan was working exactly as planned. "You crossed the line."

"I just thought the winner of the race deserved a worthy prize." She smirked until the driver placed his hand on her throat and squeezed lightly, making the smile soon disappear from her face.

While he was doin' lines and crossin' all of mine

Someone told his white-collar crimes to the FBI

And I don't dress for villains

Or for innocents

I'm on my vigilante shit again

"You already got what you wanted. You had your fun, you got me fucked up." He confessed. "But that's enough. You're going to get out of here and go home immediately because I'm not about to take this shit."

Y/N laughed in his face. This man's audacity to try to boss her around after using her as his personal toy in his spare time.

The young woman was far from done with her plan. So, she gave him those puppy dog eyes he couldn't resist and he released her throat, his eyes softening at the image of her.

Y/N brought her face closer to his, half closing her eyes as their lips prepared to meet. Or so Pierre thought, who was caught off guard when the girl ducked her way towards his ear and whispered her last words.

"This is only the start. Enjoy my revenge like I'm going to enjoy my night."

I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

I don't dress for friends

With that, the young woman left the dark hall without looking back and walked confidently towards the gorgeous man who was waiting for her.

Charles smiled behind the glass he was drinking from as soon as he laid eyes on the girl in red, getting a pat on the back from his friend Carlos.

"Ay, ay, ay, my friend. You are completely head over heels for her." Sainz teased and walked away from them, leaving the couple alone.

Leclerc grabbed the girl by the hip and pulled her towards him, placing a soft kiss on her red lips.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Y/N asked, winking at the boy.

"Hmm, tempting..." For the first time that night, Charles made the risky move of placing his free hand over the girl's ass. "What did you have in mind, bébé?"

Y/N started her night dressed for revenge not knowing that she would end up with her body burning for the Monegasque, but maybe Charles Leclerc was just the antidote she needed in her life as she tried to get back to her past self.

"What about some undressing?"

Lately, I've been dressin' for revenge

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Rook Hunt french list of endearment nicknames

As the french I am maybe that would interest some people about your dear "Le chasseur de l'amour" vocabulary!! I will not ....translate those nicknames (I mean you can still ask me of course) as there are not equivalent one sometimes!! I would say just feel and vibe if some catch your mind~ I tried to classify them by their meaning You don't have to be in a romantic relationship for using those one (blame the french behavior as we are said to be flirty around the world....)

(gn)= gender neutral

(m)= male

(f)= female

Obviously you don't have to follow any gender orientation, it's just that french vocabulary have different names for gender (beside the world itself being male or female..)! Some words are gender specified but can also be used as gender neutral on some occasions!!

Let's go:

ma biche (f)/ bichette (f)/ mon biquet (m)/ mon bichon(m)

[ma poule (f/gn)/ mon poulet (m)]/ poulette (f)/ mon poussin (gn)/ poussinou (gn)

mon chat (gn TW: don't use the female word for cat (chatte) as it turns out to be vulgar here, just to let you know)/ mon chaton (gn)/ mon minet (m)

doudouce (gn/f)/ doudou (gn/m)/ dididou (gn)/ ma douce (f/gn)/ [ma dulcinée (f)/ mon dulciné (m)]

mon amour (gn)/ mon coeur (gn)/ mon petit coeur de beurre (gn)/ mamour gn)/ ma moitié (gn)

mon canard (gn/m)/ mon canari (gn)/ ma caille (gn/f)/ mon caneton (gn)

mon lapin (gn)/ lapinou (gn)/ 'pinou (gn)

chouchou (gn)/ mon chou (gn/m)/ choupette (f/gn)/ choupinette (f)

ma puce (gn/f)/ pupuce (f/gn)

mon sucre d'orge (gn), mon biscuit (gn), ma tagada (gn), mon nounours (gn)/ mon bonbon (gn)/ ma craquotte (gn)/ ma sucrette (f/gn)/ mon macaron (gn)

mon bijou (gn/f)/ ma perle (gn/f)/ mon trésor (gn)/ mon rayon de soleil (gn)/ lumière de ma vie (gn)

ma vie (gn..... this one...omg this one is used by the youngster here.... it makes them feel so deep....so adult ha ha)

[mon joli (m)/ ma jolie (f)]/ ma beauté (f/gn)

mon bouchon (gn)/ mon roudoudou (gn/m)/ mon bisounours (gn)

loulou (gn/m)

[mon chéri (m)/ ma chérie (f)]

ma muse (f/gn)/ [ma princesse (f)/ mon prince (m)]/ [mon bien-aimé (m)/ ma bien-aimée (f)]

ma colombe (f/n)/ ma tourterelle (f/gn)/ ma gazelle (f)

ma pomme d'amour (gn) SPECIAL POMEFIORE ONE for this one ha ha or reinette (f)

bébé (gn)/ bibou (gn)/ mon ange (gn)

[ma brune (f)/ mon brun (m)]/ beauté fatale (gn/f)/ nenette (f)

poupoune (f)/ poupo(u)nette (f)

chipie (f)/ ma loute (f/gn)/ [pitchou (m/gn)/ pichounette (f)]

pépette (f)/ poupette (f)/ pipou (m)

bout de chou (-> bout d'chou) (gn)/ mon trogon d'amour (m/gn)

mon étoile (gn)/ ma grenouille (gn)/ mon soleil (gn)/ ma crevette (gn: Literally shrimp)/ mon arc-en-ciel (gn)

And so many more... just ask me if you want some explanation on some! Or even more ha ha

Also for more cuteness and love you can add before:

mon petit (for male vocabulary french word not gender (yes...it's weird or hard for non french speaker))

ma petite (for female vocabulary word not gender)

Or ptit or 'tit (the cutest way to show your love and friendship with someone or when you're speaking to children)

exemple:

Mon 'tit chat

Petit bout de chou

Ma petite chipie -> verryyyy similar somehow to little trickster...well close enough for female gender oriented! It would be "fripon" for male gender oriented.

And you? In your native language?

I actually love to use "darling" with people I love around me!!

[misslu999]

I really love reading all those genshin fanfics with Fontaine’s characters but sometimes, as a french, I am a bit trigger by the way some people write wrongly some french words… I saw a « Mon chéri » to designate a female reader…

Here a free french lesson:

Mon - is a masculine pronoun

So when you say « Mon chéri » it’s toward a male character

If you want to designate a girl you have to use the female pronoun : Ma

And so the full sentence is « Ma chériE »

Do not forget to put the « E » at the end because it’s a girl for a guy, no need to.

And if you want to designate severate persons:

- You use the pronoun : Mes

You can use it to definite both girls/boys/girls and boys /Any genders together!

BUT

Be careful if you want to say « Mes chéris »

You will need to put the E if it’s a group of girls : « Mes chéries »

If It’s a group of boys and girls do not put the E Because the male win so just write: « Mes chéris »

If you want to use it for the pronoun « Them » feel free use any versions.

Well everything I said works for any genders, and are masculine word so you don’t use the Ma.

To conclude:

MA : Female Pronoun - Use only to designate a female word or person.

Examples: Ma fleur (My flower), Ma princesse (My princess), Ma choupette (My little One? There isn’t a real translation but it’s a sweet french nickname you can say to your lover), Ma moitié (My half), Ma copine(My girlfriend), Ma femme (My wife, My woman)…

The word my Ma moitié works to designate any gender.

MON: Male Pronoun - Use to designate a male word or person. Is the most utilisate!

Examples: Mon coeur (my heart or sweetheart), Mon amour (My love), Mon ange (My angel), Mon bébé (my baby), Mon sucre d’orge (My candy… but it’s like ma choupette doesn’t have a real translation), Mon choupinet (My little one?), Mon copain (My boyfriend), Mon homme/Mon Mari (My man/My husband)

All those words are usable to designate any gender expect for Mon copain/Mon homme/Mon mari

MES: Them pronoun or to designate severate persons or stuffs !

Examples: Mes amours (My loves), Mes princesses (My princess), Mes copains (My boyfriends), Mes copines (My girlfriends)…

Do not forget to put the « S » at the end of each word!

[Update] - (forgot to say it..) MON/MA/MES are possessive pronouns! So you only use them to say something for yourself !

Examples: J’aime ma copine (I love my girlfriend)/ Ce sont mes amis (Those are my friends)/ Je lis mon livre (I read my book)

You can also use the word « Petit » (little) between the pronoun and the word, personally I find it a bit more romantic and sweet to use like: Mon petit coeur (My Little heart), Mon petit ange (My little angel), Ma petitE fleur (My little flower), Ma petit(e)-ami(e)(My girfriend/boyfriend), Mon petit sucre d’orge, Mes petits coeurs (My little hearts)…

French is hard to use so if you have any questions or doubts about a french word you want to use while writing please feel free to ask me ! I am always willing to help!

[empiredesimparte]

⚜ Le Sacre de Napoléon V | N°17 | Francesim, Paris, 29 Thermidor An 230

After midnight, Louis and Charlotte returned to their flats and celebrated the coronation day in private. However, despite the celebrations, Charlotte could not stop thinking about her husband's departure. She would like him to stay with her for the next few months. To reassure her, Louis promises to consult his advisers once more.

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⚜ Traduction française

Après minuit, le coupe impérial regagne ses appartements et célèbrent en privé la journée du couronnement. Cependant, Charlotte ne cesse de penser au départ de son époux, malgré ce jour de fête. Elle aimerait qu'il reste auprès d'elle les prochains mois. Pour la rassurer, Louis lui promet de consulter ses conseillers une nouvelle fois.

(ils s’embrassent)

(Charlotte) … Je n’oublierais jamais ce jour extraordinaire (Napoléon) C’était incroyable, n’est-ce pas ?

(Charlotte) … Merci (Napoléon) Pour quoi ?

(Charlotte) Pour tout, tu as tellement fait pour nous (Napoléon) Tu vas bien ?

(Charlotte) Je n’arrive pas à me faire à l’idée que tu partes bientôt (Napoléon) Chérie…

(Charlotte) Non. Promets-moi que nous trouverons toujours du temps pour nous (Napoléon) Charlotte…

(Napoléon) Bien sûr. Je te le promets. Notre famille sera toujours ma priorité

(Napoléon) Rien n'est plus important que toi et notre enfant

(Charlotte) Alors, prouve-le (Napoléon) Je…

(Napoléon) Je dois aller à ma formation, c’est mon rêve depuis toujours. Et cela fait partie de mon devoir, je dois servir à l’armée. Nos enfants le devront aussi

(Napoléon) Ne rends pas le départ plus difficile, chaton (Charlotte) Louis, c’est toi qui compliques tout

(Charlotte) Je devrais avoir mon époux auprès de moi, et à la place, je vais devoir gérer le bébé mais aussi le pays entier. Ton absence sera mal vue, je ne parle pas de moi mais de l’opinion publique

(Napoléon) Mes conseillers m’ont dit le contraire (Charlotte) Ils ne savent pas que l’on attend un enfant

(Napoléon) Tu as réponse à tout (Charlotte) Et toi, tu me fatigues (Napoléon) Attends !

(Napoléon) Il vaut mieux que je parte maintenant plutôt que les premières années du bébé, tu ne crois pas ? Si je repousse éternellement l’occasion, je ne le ferai jamais et tu le sais

(Napoléon) A mon retour, je vous couvrirai de cadeaux et d’histoires palpitantes. Cette expérience nous servira tous les deux toute notre vie

(Charlotte) Je ne peux pas approuver, c’est une mauvaise idée Louis. Je suis honnête avec toi, que ça te plaise ou non

(Napoléon) Ecoute, je vais m’entretenir à nouveau avec mes conseillers et j’écouterai leur avis (Charlotte) C’est le plus sage

(Napoléon) Il faut bien leur annoncer la nouvelle de toute façon (Charlotte) Oui. On a assez attendu

[lightsoutletsgo]

hey, could I request a ship please? ideally with 2 options but whatever works! I'm 5'10", some of my hobbies are horse riding, playing the piano and violin and singing. I previously worked in publishing and I'm just about to move into working for a charity. I'm chatty and bubbly but can also be introverted and enjoy staying in as much as going out! I love spending time outdoors and will give most things a go.

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hi lovely! tysm for sending this in, I really hope you like it! I knew who I was going to pick for you straight away! happy reading! mimi

CHARLES LECLERC ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - always calls you mon étoile or mon coeur - loves your hands and how they link with his - his love language with you is quality time - for your birthday he gets you a vinyl of all of the songs you've played together that he's sneakily recorded on his phone as soon as I saw that you play the piano and the violin and you sing I immediately thought of charles! I feel like he would love that you guys can play and jam out together, whether it's creating beautiful instrumentals or singing your favourite songs on a rainy day when the weather adds to the atmosphere and the lighting is dim. charles would love to listen to you ramble about your work. he finds it adorable how excited you get. one of his favourite things to do is just ask you about it so he can watch your eyes light up and your smile get even bigger. he sometimes asks you if there's any way he can help whether it's through donations or fundraisers or appearances! (he also tries to convince some of the other drivers to help too)

cosy dinner dates in his apartment are a super common occurrence (even if you end up ordering in!), he loves going the extra mile with fancy cloth napkins, candles and a nice bottle of wine (or your favourite non-alcoholic drink that he insists you drink out of wine glasses - even if it's strawberry milk).

"mon coeur?" charles head pokes around the door of his apartment's spare bedroom which is seemingly becoming your office space more and more each day, "mhmm?" you barely even glance up from your laptop and he huffs, padding over to you and squeezing your shoulders, "are you almost finished?" you stretch and tip your head back to look at him. he kisses your forehead and smiles down at you, "dinner is in the oven and I have a new song I really want you to hear." your hand cups his face as your thumb rubs over his cheek, "I can't wait to hear it my love."

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

PIERRE GASLY ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - calls you bébé or ma chérie - has an obsession with gently holding your face and looking into your eyes - no matter where you are or what you're doing - his love language with you is physical touch - pierre loves to gift you with experiences! spa trips, mini weekend breaks away, fancy restaurants or those immersive art gallery tours

pierre loves that you can be outgoing and enjoy time with mutual friends. there's nothing he loves more than going out to dinner with friends when he has a break! those evenings are made all the sweeter by getting to go home with you when you're feeling tired. he loves coming home and lying in bed with you, hands gently running up and down your arms or softly tracing his fingers over your back.

he thinks it's great that you're up for anything and loves visiting new places with you whether it's a restaurant with a unique menu and vibe or a new activity, the fact you're so willing to embrace new things and go on adventures for him makes his tummy flip.

pierre could listen to you talk for hours, even if you're not talking to him. it's why he enjoys hanging out in a group with you. he just loves being able to listen to your voice and giggles. even if he doesn't understand what on what you're talking about you still have his full and undivided attention.

"are you almost ready to go bébé?" you turn and smile at him from your vanity at the foot of the bed. he sits there just gazing at you lovingly, not rushing you in any way. "yep! are you going to tell me where we're going yet?" he laughs and winks at you before he shakes his head, "nope! you'll find out when you get there! but you're going to love it." you giggle and take the hand he's extended to you, "it's not going to be like the place we went to last week right? I still can't believe we ate dinner in the dark." pierre pokes your nose before holding out a blindfold for you. as you place it over your eyes and turn for him to secure it, he slides his hands around your waist and pulls you back into him, "I promise chérie, you'll love it."

[crushedgraham]

A fic where Widowmaker’s shy gf tries to pleasure her the first time but is super nervous and Amélie kinda ‘talks her through it’ please 🙏🏻?

Teach Me

Widowmaker x Shy Gf's first time

it was getting a little long so i cut it short at the end, lmk if you guys want a part 2 where the reader learns how to give head :3

Summer was coming to an end and fall was rapidly approaching which meant the weather was cooling down. Fortunately for you, you had a rich girlfriend which meant one thing...Hot tubs.

Amélie had returned late last night from a month-long mission in the Himalayas. This was the longest you two had been apart since you started dating not too long ago. To say you missed her was an understatement, the loneliness from the giant castle kicked in almost immediately.

You confided in your friends during the long month, this led to a few too many drinks and a confession or two. A running joke amongst your little circle was that you had “no rizz” since you hadn’t ever really dated but the buzz from the drinks gave you the courage to blurt out that you were seeing someone. Your friends went dead silent before bombarding you with questions, one of them being:

“Have you gone down on her yet??”

The question sobered you up and sent a deep blush all the way to the tips of your ears. For the rest of the month you couldn’t get the thought out of your head. And now, sitting across her in the hot, rolling water, with both of you clad in only bikinis - the thought was at the forefront of your mind.

But you just couldn’t tear your eyes away from her, at least not when she looked that good.

“You seem to have a staring problem, ma chérie”

Of course she noticed, you had been itching to touch her as soon as she came back but you buried the thought, instead waiting for her to make the first move. Amélie’s eyes were still closed as she leaned back graciously against the marble stone of the hot tub.

“I- Sorry…You just look really..really beautiful…”

The small stutter and your sheepish tone makes a smirk crawl onto her lips. Blue eyelids slowly move up to reveal bright, golden irises. The way her smile broadens to reveal perfect white pearls leads you to believe that she knows the effect she has on you. Amélie wades across the water until her knee is pressed in between your thighs on the edge of the smooth marble seat, the other trapping your left thigh.

Soft knuckles run along your cheek and Amélie tilts her head to the side, almost as if she was studying you.

“Est-ce que je te manque?” (Did you miss me?)

You nod, shutting your eyes since the eye contact was getting to be too much for you to keep up. Her fingers run down to firmly grip your chin, sharp red nails digging ever so slightly into the side of your cheek.

“Answer me.”

“I-I did…I missed you so much…”

Her digits pull your face roughly towards her, your lips molding perfectly together. You can tell the distance had an effect on her as well because of her quick pace. Usually Amélie takes her time ravishing you but today it was all tongue and teeth.

Her tongue glides along yours as her hand creeps past your bellybutton, underneath the bikini. The ache in your core tells you to just let her bend you over the edge of the hot tub and fuck you senseless but you can't help but think about what it’d be like if you were the one doing the work.

Golden eyes search yours in confusion when you grab her wrist, signaling her to stop.

“I…want to try something new but..I don't know how…”

“What is it, mon amour?”

Your mouth opens but the words die on your tongue, your face flushes and you bury it into the crook of her neck.

“Tell me bébé”

Uncomprehensible words are mumbled into her skin and the widow gives you a blank stare as if saying “girl spit it out”. You know she's just going to keep staring at you until you say it so you cover your face with your shaky hands and blurt it out.

“I want to...pleasure…you…”

The words sound awkward and muffled but it brings a glint of something akin to almost ferality to her eyes. You peek your eyes open when you feel her adjusting to hover over your lap with her thick thighs on either sides of yours. The position pushes her breasts into your face and your mouth waters. Amélie’s hands reach behind her back, tugging at the strings of her bikini top until it drops and she carelessly throws it outside of the hot tub.

Your eyes flicker from her face to her perky breasts, unsure of what to do or how to start. The desperate look on your face brings a chuckle from her lips, her hands cup your cheeks and she places a surprisingly delicate kiss on your lips. Amélie guides your face to her left nipple with a lazy cat–like grin.

You eagerly wrap your lips around the dark nipple, sucking and licking uncoordinatedly. Amélie takes your hand and brings it up to her right breast, guiding your thumb to her nipple. Your movements are sloppy but her eyes slip shut, offering small hums of appreciation when you do something particularly well.

Amélie takes your free hand and guides it to her core, she presses your fingers to her clit through the fabric which draws a groan from her. The small sound gives you a new objective: Find what makes her moan the loudest.

You move to suck on the skin above her breast, biting into it with the the intention of leaving your mark. Syncing the small circles you rub against her clothed clit with the sucking rewards you with a low moan from the widow’s lips.

“Fuck..Chérie inside. Put your fingers inside of me.”

Amélie unties the strings of her bottom's with fervor, throwing it in the same direction as her top. Her wet pussy contrasts with the water and you run your fingers up her slit experimentally. When you slowly push two fingers into her, you’re met with almost no resistance.

Once you bottom out inside of her, her head drops to your shoulder with a shaky sigh. You give her a second to adjust before pulling out until just your fingertips are still inside, then thrusting back into her.

Her hips jolt and she lets out the loudest moan so far when you brush against a soft, spongy spot.

“Ngh..Right there..!”

You eagerly adjust the angle and start curling your fingers to hit that same spot over and over. The angle pushes your palm to rub against her clit and you can feel the pulse of her pussy.

“Hah..Oui!”

Amélie's orgasm comes faster than expected, the built up sexual frustration must have really took a toll on her. Her nails dig into the skin of your back and her sharp teeth bite into the junction between your neck and shoulder. Small trembles vibrate through her thighs as she comes down from her high.

Amélie quickly regains her composure. She pulls out your fingers and makes a show of swirling her tongue along them. Moaning sinfully at the diluted taste of her own cum.

"You're a fast learner bébé, how about I teach you more?"

[avlewis]

Hier j'ai récupérée cette adorable boule de poile à mon travail :3 elle était abandonnée sur la route trempée comme une serpillière. Je ne sais qui est l'immonde personne qui a osé faire ça à cette adorable petite chatte absolument trop mignonne. Mais je si je le trouve je vais utiliser ma pelle uwu. Bref. Je l'ai récupérée séchée et réchauffée. J'ai pris des croquettes pour bébé et lui ai donné de l'eau. Elle a fait un gros dodo et j'ai un peu joué avec elle :3 heureusement mon chérie m'a aidée et il était tout aussi gaga que moi x). Mais malheureusement on a pas pu garder la petite boule de poile sniff xox elle a été adoptée dans la journée par une maman de l'école où je travail qui a déjà un chat chez elle :3. J'ai eu des nouvelles se matin. Elle a été top et maintenant elle s'appelle Fanta :3 et elle aura rdv chez le veto jeudi. Tout en sachant que Fanta n'a pas de tatouage ou de puce uwu. Petite Fanta je t'aurais bien gardée si mon propriétaire acceptait les animaux et si mon mec n'était pas allergique.

Voilà la boule de poile, je l'ai vu j'étais amoureuse d'elle directement. Ça va ma convaincu que plus tard moi et mr on aura un chat ou un chien et qu'il sera l'un ou l'autre couvert d'amour et croquette x).

[aromanticannibal]

Hi fellow writers. French words for you.

I just saw one too many posts showing off cute French petnames that are incredibly cringe to me in French, so here's a list that also tells you the connotations of different terms and their exact translation. If anyones worried about my validity (which would be fair don't trust people on the Internet), I'm a born French speaker, bilingual in English and currently in my first year of an English literature formation in university.

I also put a guide to swearing at the end because I think it's always fun to know how to swear in as many languages as possible.

Also, there's nothing about pronunciations because god knows I'm bad at that, so sorry. (Edit as of November 2023 : I'm going to try to add some tips on that front, but see how to pronounce things on WordReference if you need to).

Warning, it's a bit long. ⬇️

Je t'aime = I love you

Very vague guide to pronunciation : é = ey, -e at the end of the sentence is rarely pronounceable and generally indicates that the letter before it should be pronounced, ^ <- this is completely useless and doesn't do anything, è <- how you pronounce the letter A

Romantic petnames (and other expressions)

Je t'aime bien = I like you, I kinda like you - casual, can be used in a "I kinda like you, actually" kind of moment

Je t'adore = I adore you - Unlike in english, Je t'adore has the implication of excitement and big happiness in the moment, rather than worship or adoration (for example, you'll also say j'adore ça = I love this! about a thing you really like. For instance : J'adore My Hero Academia!) Can be used for friends.

Mon amour = my love - gender neutral (like few things in french), is generally very romantic but can be used by a mom or an aunt to her young children sometimes. You can also just say amour, though I hear it less in the part of France I'm in (Paris banlieues) I think it's popular in some places.

Mon chéri, ma chérie = comes from cher/chère = dear, so my dear, my darling. former is masculine, latter is feminine. Can be used by parents for their children, or condescendingly. You can just say chéri or chérie withoit the possessive in front of it.

Bébé = baby, gender neutral. It's like baby or babe in english (I dislike it personally but many people use it, generally young adults or teenagers). You can eventually say mon bébé (still gn), "mon" being a possessive pronoun, but it's less casual. Both can also be used by a mom/aunt, like mon amour.

(I'll say it here, but we don't actually say "mon cher/ma chère" much anymore, unless it's in a jokey or sarcastic way. It's just too fancy)

Ma belle/Mon beau = my beautiful, my pretty. The former is feminine and way more common than the latter, masculine, but you can still say it. Some fathers will call their daughters ma belle, it's not necessarily creepy but it can be.

Mon cœur = my heart, gender neutral. Pretty popular in couples, can be used in a family context too. Even with the possessive pronoun it's pretty casual, if not cheesy.

(Mon) trésor = (my) treasure. A pretty known one as far as I'm aware. It's pretty cute, just saying trésor is more casual. Gender neutral.

Mon amoureux/mon amoureuse = my lover (former masc, latter fem), VERY cheesy and kind of childish. "amoureux/se" literally means in-lover or something, someone who's in love (comes from être amoureux/se, to be in love). Elementary schoolkids ask who's your amoureux/se and you say I have an amoureux/se as a kid to say I have boy/girlfriend.

Mon adoré(e) = my beloved, the (e) is for the feminine form. feminine = adorée, masculine = adoré. This one is pretty fancy, unless your couple is very obnoxiously cheesy or actually gods/royalty/nobles, I wouldn't recommend using it too much.

Mon chat (my cat) + mon chaton (my kitty) = gender neutral, self explanatory. very cutesy, often used by older family members for younger family members. My godmother calls me mon chat and my aunt calls her youngest mon chat or just chat. I'd advise you to not use the feminine of chat (chatte) if you fear stupid jokes because it also means pussy.

In the same breath, Minou is a cutesy term for cat. It's not really used but if your french character has a catboy/girl partner, it's very well placed. Minette is a more feminine version of this word but it has kinda predatory connotations. A weird old dude talking about a young pretty waitress might call her a Minette. It can also be aggressive, a way to call someone - generally a girl - weak or pathetic. You can probably use it in a cute way though, but don't use it in a teasing way unless you want the implications that come with it.

And to follow through the predatory connoted petnames :

poupée = doll, feminine. It can be used in a cute way but is more often that not used in a I just whistled at you in the street and am now catcalling you way. Same thing as previous word, use it carefully. You can add ma in front of it as a possessive pronoun if you want I guess. (Here it will always be ma and poupée even if the character uses masculine pronouns, because the word poupée is feminine.)

There are a shit ton of random petnames we can make up, like ma tarte à la pomme (my apple pie), ma gaufre en sucre (my sugar waffle), mon ours en peluche (my teddy bear), mon sucre d'orge (my candy cane) but like. If I list all of them I won't ever be done with this post.

If you really want a cutesy nickname that's very personal to your otp, like I don't know if your fandom is called The Cyborg Of the Sea and your OTP is a pirate cyborg and a french dude, and you want your french dude to call your pirate cyborg something cheesy and very specific like my gold searching cyborg (mon cyborg chercheur(m)/chercheuse(f) d'or), just figure out an English version of your petname and translate it into a translator or something. Ideally not Google Translate.

The best would be to actually ask a french person, because there's subtlety to every language that most online translators are too dumb to give you, but not all of you have a handy french guy close to you. (If you want some good translators, use Linguee or WordReference or even Reverso but like please not GT).

Misc. words (insults)

I have to teach you people swears, I just have to.

Interjections (what you say when you stubbed your toe)

Putain = fuck. Literally, a putain is a sex worker, it's a derogatory term we use more as sort of fuck nowadays.

Merde = shit.

Bordel = also fuck, kind of. It can also mean something that's really messy. Something is in bordel when it's messy as shit. Bordel originally means a place where there's sex workers basically. (e.g.: C'est le bordel dans ta chambre! = It's a mess in your room! <- my mother everyday)

Fun fact, you can fuse these insults to make a more powerful insult. Notably,

Putain de merde,

Bordel de merde,

Putain de bordel de merde.

You can also say C'est quoi ce bordel (what is this shit, what the fuck). Or, C'est quoi ce putain de bordel. Of course.

Dégueulasse = disgusting, can both be used independently or as a descriptive term. Rude version of Dégoûtant.

Insults, for people

Pute = now this is the insult for sex worker. Don't use to actually refer to a sex worker unless you want it to be in a derogatory way. Can be used to call someone a slut I guess. Often used between girls as just an insult without the sex worker connotation. Also used to insult people's mom. "Ta mère la pute" means "your mom the prostitute" basically. Rarely meant specifically to say someone's mom's a prostitute, just to insult their mom. And of course, "Fils de pute" shortened to FDP, the Call of Duty voice chat insult, literally Son of a bitch.

Salope = slut/whore

Salopard = salope but man. technically not the same insult because it doesn't have the same connotation, it doesn't have the slut vibes. so salope and salopard can be used for both genders technically, but salope is feminizing and really just means slut while salopard kinda is used in the same way as asshole, especially if it's to insult a coward or someone who betrayed you.

Saloperie = shitty little thing, basically. When a weird bug just landed on my leg I get up in a panic and go what the fuck is this saloperie.

Connard, Conasse = former is masc, latter is fem. Just a general insult. I call my father a connard a lot. Can be used affectionately between close friends if they're that kind of friends.

Bâtard = bastard. Technically masculine (the feminine would be bâtarde) but no one cares, just say bâtard. It's genuinely the same word as in English, one of the words where the ^ is tranformed into a s (hôpital->hospital, hôtel->hostel...)

Enculé = generally masculine, literally sodomized. Not used literally, generally just another way to call someone a dick, but enculer is still a verb, that's used either as getting fucked over or as sodomized.

Trou du cul = hole of the ass~ asshole. We're fancy like that. shortened can be trouduc'. Really not one of the fancy one.

Beurrette = technically not a swear, but it's another derogatory term for sex worker, more specifically used as a way to imply someone's a prostitute. In a bad way obviously. I learnt this word from a weird tomboy I had a crush on in elementary.

Nique ta mère = fuck your mom. Not used literally, godbless, it's mostly to say go fuck yourself. And by the way,

Va te faire foutre = get fucked. the safe for work version is va te faire mettre, which means get done? get put, something like that.

Va te faire enculer = get sodomized specifically. I like this one.

Je m'en bas les couilles = I don't care, I don't give a fuck, literally I'm beating my balls about it. Very extra.

Je m'en branle = same as last one, except branler is a familiar word for to masturbate, so... I'm masturbating about it. Literally. Expression not actually used in a sexual context.

Bite = dick. (pronounced like the word beat) Not used as an insult, but :

Tête de bite = dickhead, actually used as an insult. A bit silly.

French people are susceptible to just put together random insults together to create an interjection if we stubbed our toe very hard.

Merde can be used to insult someone by saying petite merde (little shit, same connotation) grosse merde (fat shit, someone who's REALLY a dick) sale merde (dirty shit, bit more aggressive than the others) in general adding sale (imagine the A in black) in front of an insult can make it worse.

also, démission = resignation. Go yell macron démission with the others if you're in Paris right now it's fun I swear /j. macron explosion is fun too.

I hope you enjoyed whatever this is, if you ever have questions about French do ask I love answering questions about my stupid language.