#also CHARLES IS A WONDER!!?? hmm I know what you are

[garashir]

Charles and Arthur in The Aftermath of Genesis

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

TOP 5 SONGS DAVID OGDEN STIERS COULD HAVE WON A TONY AWARD FOR IN THE GOOD TIMELINE WHERE HE BECAME A BIG SUPERSTAR BROADWAY ACTOR AND SINGER LIKE HE DESERVED

 Music of the Night from Phantom. Obviously.

 Stars from Les Mis. Sadly he never got the chance to play Javert in a stage production and was forced to play him on a sitcom for six years instead. Think of what we could have had!

 Not The Boy Next Door from The Boy From Oz / I Am What I Am from La Cage aux Folles. Sorry I couldn’t choose a single gay anthem song so he gets to perform both. As a treat. On an unrelated note I am crying now 

 Edelweiss from The Sound of Music. Many casting directors don’t know this but it’s actually animal abuse not to allow a DOS to inhabit his proper ecological niche (repressed sexual tension filled ballroom dancing while wearing a fancy little outfit).

 Aquarius/Let The Sunshine In from Hair. You! Gay hippie! Aren’t you tired of being typecast as a wealthy conservative stuffed shirt asshole. Don’t you just want to go ape shit.

 In The Dark Of The Night from Anastasia. Also belongs to a separate list entitled Top 10 Animated Movies They Should Have Given Him A Role In Instead Of P*cah*ntas. The way he would have killed this………. Would’ve had a little accent all ready to go………. Wailing lamenting mourning etc.

 OH! WELL I NEVER! WAS THERE EVER! A CAT SO CLEVER AS MAGICAL! MISTER! MISTOFFELEES! HIS MANNER IS VAGUE AND ALOOF! YOU WOULD THINK THERE WAS NOBODY SHYER! BUT HIS VOICE HAS BEEN HEARD ON THE ROOF! WHEN HE WAS CURLED UP BY THE FIIIIIIIRE—

[makiwife]

F the big 3 CL16!

Driver’s Soft Launch Series

Charles Leclerc x Redbull Driver! Verstappen!Reader

Author’s notes: hihi!! back from my year long slump😭 all pics are from Pinterest. It’s a long one so hope you enjoy!! it gets vv messy😈.

Warnings: cursing, sexual themes.

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A/n: Guys i literally had so much fun writing this!! I def want to make a pt2 because there wasn't really any soft launching/ flirting happening. I lowk wanted to show you guys a little bit of her personality, but I also wanted to ease into the romance yk. sorry for the yap sesh but I hope you enjoyed!!

[f1girliefics]

F1 Drivers when Someone is Flirting With Them - Preferences

Max Verstappen, Danniel Ricciardo, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz x Reader

Warning: Smut

Scenario: You were out with your boyfriend, having an amazing time at a club when suddenly a girl came up and started flirting with him, right in front of you.

She was clearly a bit drunk, so you tried to be nice and tell her you are his girlfriend, but she didn't listen.

She kept on flirting no matter what he said, suddenly, she turned to you and complimented your dress.

"I also love your make-up. Is your lipgloss Fenty?"

"No. It's his cum." you replied with the most serious expression.

Max Verstappen

He was in the middle of a sip from his drink and he spat all of it out on the floor.

Both of them were too speechless to say anything, so you took the opportunity.

"This is the part where you leave." you said and the girl quickly nodded and left.

Max watched you as your eyes followed her before you turned back to him and he still couldn't believe what you just said. 

"You are something else." he said as he finally laughed along with you.

"You know I was half joking, you can make it true." you suggested and Max didn't need to be told twice as he dragged you back to your hotel room.

Daniel Ricciardo

He would laugh so loud everyone could hear it even with the loud music playing in the club.

He would laugh for so long, that the girl had to leave due to her embarrassment. 

"Lipgloss? Really?" he asked as he still laughed, it made you smile.

"Well, she wouldn't leave." you shrugged your shoulders as Daniel finally stopped and gave you a big kiss.

"She left now." he whispered into your ear.

"Looks like we are wearing the same brand." you said as you ran your thumb over his lips and laughed.

He soon followed with a roll of laughter. 

Lando Norris

Lando was about to say something when you spoke up.

What you said shocked him.

You were always so innocent and cute around him and everyone, so this was completely unexpected.

But he loved this side of you as well.

Completely unexpected, but he liked it very much.

You smiled at him so innocently and he wondered how could you just say that and then go back to being so nice?

"She annoyed me." you admitted and Lando nodded.

"She was annoying. Thank you for making her leave, I tried to push her but-"

"I saw, she just didn't get it... stupid bitch." you whispered the last part and Lando looked at you surprised.

"You have quite the mouth on you."

"Yeah, well I don't want anyone stealing my boyfriend..."

"Is that why you would wear my... hmm on your lips."

"I think we have done more... interesting things before."

"We have... we for sure have." he laughed as you smiled.

He knew you were no innocent little girl, but something about you talking like that really got his imagination flowing.

Oscar Piastri

Speechless.

Absolutely stunned.

Doesn't know what to do or say.

Zero clue.

The girl just awkwardly left as you smirked, making her finally leave.

You looked back at Oscar who was probably having a mental breakdown in complete silence right about now.

"So, I was thinking we could go to my parents for the summer." you said as you took a sip from your cocktail.

He finally came back and shook his head with a smile.

"How do you come up with this stuff?"

"What? Plans for the summer?"

"No... your lipgloss."

"Well, she was about to put your head straight into her boobs, so I had to say something."

"I love you."

"Love you too, Oscar."

Carlos Sainz

It actually took him a moment to fully process what you just said.

The girl was long gone, you drank another cocktail when he realized what just happened.

"Why would you use it as lipgloss?" he asked and you almost laughed at how late he was to the party.

"Well... why not?" you shrugged and laughed as he smiled, eyes still filled with confusion.

You had to explain to him later that you only said that so she would leave, you didn't actually have any lipgloss on.

He still wouldn't fully get it. But now the image of his cum on your lips couldn't leave his mind.

Charles Leclerc 

His eyes went wide as he held his laughter in, but he failed.

He actually turned to the girl and said, "This is your sign to move."

And she did, fast.

Charles smiled at you as you watched the woman leave.

"I love you so much." he said and you smiled at him. "You and your dirty mouth."

You laughed as he leaned in for a kiss.

A/N: Shoutout to CupcakKe's Squidward Nose lyrics when she said "So can I wear your cum as clear lipgloss?" for the inspo.

[sillygoose067]

Over the 7 Seas

Ch. 30

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Author's Note: Chapter 30 ALREADY?!?! It feels like yesterday I started writing this series. For those of you who've followed me every step of this journey so far, I thank you immensely.

Also, this chapter is inspired by a request from @iamapersonwholikesunicorns. So thank you for this idea.

You manage to clear up matters with the rest of the Leclerc family and enjoy a fulfilling dinner, warming up to the brothers and Charlotte. 

All of a sudden, you hear a cry. The baby must have awoken. 

Charlotte’s fork clatters to the plate as she moves to get up. 

“No, no, Charlotte, if it’s alright with you, I can go see to her. I’ve already finished my meal anyway”, you rush out. She looks at you with a grateful expression. 

“Can you please? I haven’t been able to have a good meal in weeks, she always seems to know when I’ve just sat down.”

You nod and slip your hand out of Charles’s to go find the infant. He gives an apprehensive Enzo a smile of reassurance. 

…

As you approach the crying baby, she stops momentarily, not recognizing you as any of the familiar faces of her family. Her eyes are wide and still glazed with unshed tears as you lift her out of the carrier. 

“Hi”, you begin talking to her to engage her. “Aren’t you such a beauty? Why were you crying, sweetheart? Will you help me figure it out? Hmm?”

Her lip wobbles as she can’t seem to grasp the situation, and you frantically search your purse for something that would distract her. You find your keys. You jangle them in front of her, and her eyes light up as she reaches for them. Handing them over to distract her for a bit, you lift her and check for any obvious problems that could have been bothering her. 

Diaper full? Nope. Hungry? Not yet. In need of a burping? Nope. What could it be? You rack your brain for any other possibilities. Then it hits you. Bringing a hand to her forehead and her back, you realize she’d been sweating in her clothes. 

“Oh, you poor baby. Were you feeling warm, sweetheart? Is that what was bothering you? Did Maman dress you up in too many layers?”

You wipe away the tear tracks from her chubby baby cheeks, using the end of your top to collect the unshed tears from the corners of her eyes. You pick her up and she drops your keys, her attention now drawn to your braid. You let her play with your hair as you make your way to the dining room again. 

Peeking your head through the door, you knock on the doorframe to bring attention to yourself. “Hey Charlotte, I think she was overheating– her clothes are soaked through. Can I take them off and get her changed into something else?”

She tells you, yes you can, and that the baby bag is under the lamp in the living room. 

As you turn to go, you catch yourself. “I never asked; What’s her name?”

“Isabelle.”

You smile and hum to yourself. What a beautiful name. 

The Leclerc family’s eyes follow you out of the room, wondering how you’ve managed to handle the situation so well.

Once you’ve left, Charles fills them in on how you’d come to Europe with your friend Marie and her daughter Leila, who had been around the same age as Isabelle when you’d moved to Nice. He also told them about you having a younger sister back in the States. 

As he unpacks all this new information, Pascale covers her mouth with a napkin and smiles to herself. You’d make such an amazing mother. 

…

Down the hall, you were playing with Isabelle, her giggles permeating throughout the house as you held her up and she bounced, standing on her unsteady legs. She was so cute, you had to stop yourself from holding her close and inhaling the still-there baby powder scent she gave off. 

After playing around and babbling and cackling uncontrollably for the past hour, she crawls into your arms and lays her head on your shoulder. You situate her comfortably and hum a lullaby from your childhood to her, rocking back and forth gently while patting her back. 

Charles steps into the room and your eyes meet his as you smile and bring a finger to your lips, telling him to be quiet. He nods and makes his way over to the sofa, taking a seat silently. He watches with a flutter in his heart as you handle his niece with such care– It makes him jump to visions of a future with you. He’d always been a family man, but none of his past partners seemed to feel the same way. And then you came along and lit up his life. 

He rests his cheek on his hand as he watches you lull Isabelle to sleep. Lorenzo and Charlotte enter the room just as you get up to place her back in her carrier. 

“Thank you so much Y/n”, whispers Charlotte.

“Of course, I love children and I’m willing to help out anytime you need some.”

Lorenzo comes over and shakes your hand. “It seems I misjudged you greatly. I apologize for treating you so harshly tonight.” He looks over to where Isabelle is resting, love in his gaze. “Isabelle doesn’t take to anyone as easily as she did to you, you know? Not even Charles and Arthur. She seems to be a good judge of character.”

“Yeah, and she gets all of that from me, asshole”, interjects Charlotte.

He kisses her temple affectionately. “Of course she does. She needed to balance out the fact that she has all of her daddy’s charming looks, so she took your personality. Something tells me she’ll be a handful when she’s older…”, retorts playfully, earning him a smack to the chest. 

…

After bidding everyone goodbyes, you and Charles make your way over to his car. Once he gets seated, he shuts the door and rests his head on the headrest with a thump and a sigh. He tilts his head your way. “Chéri, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

You grin shyly. “Once or twice.”

“Well, I love you. And that could not have gone better. I’m so proud of you.”

“You think so? I don’t know… I felt like–”

“Love, I’m telling you, you managed to win them all over without bribes and sweet talk, so yes, that could not have gone better. If anything, you’re stuck with me forever now.”

He brings a kiss to your knuckles, leaning over the armrest to place one on your lips softly. 

“It’s late”. He checks the time. “Do you want to stay over at my place tonight? I can lend you some clothes”. 

You chew your lip, contemplating his offer and weighing your options. You didn’t want to accidentally wake Marie and Leila, but you also didn’t want them to worry about you not turning up. 

“Ok, just– Can I text Marie that I’ll be staying over at yours?” His thumb comes up to caress your cheek, which you lean into instinctually. “You never have to ask Chéri.”

[sinofwriting]

the way rtl was both so long and yet not long enough... like i just kept wanting more and more. you're so talented, tysm for sharing the fic with us. i genuinely love it so much and you absolutely exceeded my expectations for the fic. possessive max is everything to me🫠 daniel kinda give me the ick, like sir, why are you calling this child (ik she's 18 but like he himself thought she was a bit younger than max) sexy and hot??? like what?? other than those moments, everything was wonderful. though I'm still thinking about her parents accident and max picking her, like they most definitely had something to do with it. the way it all came together had me squealing. sorry for the long review that's all over the place, i just love it so much 💞 need you to do more dark fics, they'll just do it for me everytime. (hoping for charles🤞)

Anon... I'm crying my eyes out rn because of this ask. This is why I write and this ask made writing that fic so fucking worth it. I kind of hinted but I was struggling with that fic but all of it was worth it for this ask.

Daniel was suppose to give the ick. He was kind of a hotshot that figured he was gonna drive circles around Max and then kind of got destroyed by him, lol. I will also say that him thinking of her like that was needed for the plot, especially if I end up writing more.

I didn't know if anyone was going to pick up on the fact that Jos had something to do with her parents accident, I left it very open and didn't hint, but yeah no Jos, may or may not have made sure they got into an accident.

And I love the long review!!!!!! Please give me more or hop into my messages to talk to me, lol. This was my first dark fic so I'm happy that people seem to like it so far and hmm... a dark fic for Charles. I'd have to think plot wise on it, but I very much can see myself writing one for him.

Read Raised to Love - Max Verstappen (Dark Fic) Here

[f1-stuff]

F1 Ask Game

thank you @c2-eh for tagging me! ❤️

Who is your favorite driver?: Carlos and Charles

Do you have other favorite drivers?: Alex, Yuki and Logan, mainly. But I also like Valtteri and Lewis. (And Seb....pls come back....)

Who is your least favorite driver?: Hmm, it used to be George, but he's been less annoying lately. Pierre is down there for me...

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well?: Both, but leaning more toward drivers

If you like teams, what team do you pull for?: Ferrari (obv), but also Williams

How long have you been into F1?: 3.5 years, since 2021

What got you into F1?: Tumblr lol, I saw some posts about seb & lewis, and then charles and carlos, and I started watching the races. Then, I watched DTS and was fully *in.*

Do you enjoy Fanfic/RPF?: Yes! Writing and reading it.

How do you view new fans?: I think I still classify as a new fan lol, so...okay? But tbh, there's a type of fan that I'm seeing that doesn't even really seem to like the sport? They're just here for a driver(s) and don't seem to know the rules (granted, the rules can be confusing)/overreact to on-track action etc. I think that's just part of the sport's growth lately, but it can get on my nerves sometimes to see ppl who aren't even really enjoying/interested in the sporting aspect, or who don't appreciate the spirit of competition...

If you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why?: I don't want to be a team principal ashfghdkja 🤣 I do not envy that position. BUT just like any Ferrari fan, I often yell at my tv and wonder if I'd do a better job at their strategy lmao. I'd also love to live in Italy - I speak/understand Italian and LOVE the cuisine, so I'd vibe with that lifestyle.

Are your friends and family into F1 as well?: I got my mom interested in f1 about a year after me. I sometimes still can't believe she actually likes the sport, but she's really into it - almost as much as I am. We're going to the Montreal GP together next month ❤️

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends?: Always!

tagging: anyone who wants to do it!

[alcorian]

1 and 13 for Black Sails!^.^

hell yeah black sails ask!!

1 - What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

Eleanor and Charles. Logically, I see why people like them, but for me, I just cannot get into it or be rooting for anything but their permanent separation. At the start, I thought Charles was bad for Eleanor, and later, I thought Eleanor was bad for Charles. Normally I love a good toxic ship, but theirs never intrigued me. I think it might be because I, as an aromantic person, can't possibly understand what would drive two people to break up and then keep getting back together again. Like I can see staying in a relationship you aren't happy in (change is hard, staying the same is easy) but I don't understand the drive to come back to someone, especially someone who hurt you??? It just doesn't compel me.

13 - Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

Hmm. I don't think I have any! Black Sails does such a wonderful job of fleshing out its characters and making us feel how it wants us to feel about them. The fandom is also more analysis-based than most fandoms, which leads to a lot of well-thought out and canon-substantiated opinions as well as less weird OOC fanon. It's hard to think of an opinion that would be unpopular because the fandom rlly picks apart every episode for possible interpretations.

Oh, wait, here's one: I think Madi should have cut off/stopped her relationship with Silver after the finale. We know they stay together because of the book (wherein Madi isn't named, but iirc its said that Silver's finances are managed by his wife, who is a black woman). Honestly I think that with how badly Silver hurt her, destroyed everything she worked for, she deserves to be able to push him away, at least for a while! With her personality, I can't see her just accepting that and staying with him. Also... here's the thing... Silver once asked if, in the absence of the war, he would be enough for her. Just him, living quietly. But here's the thing: I don't think he would be enough for her. I think Madi fell in love with Long John Silver. She met him just as he was transitioning into that role, and seems to have fallen for him as he was in the resistance. And I also think that, like Flint, this war was incredibly important to her. Nearly impossible to put down. I think when Silver separated himself from the resistance by destroying it, he also destroyed the version of himself that Madi was in love with. They're a wonderful couple with a great story, but I think, like most couples in Black Sails, they would realistically not end well.

[raideneiseuthymia]

Regardless

Summary: You are part of the knights, you were sent on a mission and hadn't returned when you were supposed to. Turns out you were in an accident that has left you scarred, part of you is worried he will look at you differently but Diluc loves you regardless and he wants you to know that.

Warning(s): Mentions of injury, blood, crying, mentions of anxiety things along that nature but nothing too graphic.

Pairing(s): Diluc Ragnvindr X Gn!Reader

Word count: 3,762

Inspiration(s): 'The 30th' by Billie Eilish

A/N: NO ONE LOOK AT ME I'M SCARED!! This is my first fic back from not writing for so long I'm so nervous to post!! I've recently become a Diluc lover help! Please Enjoy!! Also, this is not proofread I'm so sorry lmao

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Diluc’s stride was long as he walked through the center of Mondstadt. His brow frowned as he looked at the various Knights rushing around in all directions. If he wasn't on his way to Jean’s office he was sure he would have investigated himself. The look of worry on their faces as well as the anxiety that was magnifying the air around them was concerning but he wasn't going to make them late for his meeting with The Acting Grand Master. 

“I'm very sorry Mr. Diluc, Acting Grand Master is out at the moment, she asked me to wait here for you and give you her apologies.” The young guard looked nervous as he stood in front of Diluc, he was intimidated by the tall redhead. 

Diluc’s brow crinkled together as he wondered what had come up. Jean would only push their meeting aside if it was for something extremely important that required her attention immediately. “Hmm, very well, Thank you,” Diluc muttered as he tilted his head forward grateful to the young knight before turning around and making his way outside of the Knights of favonious headquarters. 

The disappointment was evident on his face as he walked down towards Angle share. He was hoping the meeting with Jean would generate some answers as to your absence. Sure he had known they sent you out on a mission, he was more than aware of your ability to handle yourself out on the field but you were due to return three days ago and with no letter from you, he was slightly more than worried. But he refused to let his mind get the better of the situation, refusing to let it go to the dark place it usually did. 

“Good Afternoon Charles.” Diluc opened the doors to his business sending a greeting to his trusted bartender who stood behind the bar wiping down glasses. 

“Pleasure to see you Master Diluc, I assumed you’d be here later?” There was a question hidden in his voice. He was sure Diluc said he would be here later to take over the bar tonight before closing but it was almost two hours before closing time. 

Diluc nodded as he took off his coat and hung it up before opening the wooden slab to get behind the bar. “Yes, something came up and the other party was unable to show up for the meeting. So I decided to come on early and help you before you closed.”

Time passed rather slowly as the bar slowly cleared out for closing. Diluc found it rather weird how he didn't see a single Knight around, usually, they had stopped by, and more often than not off-duty knights would be found here as well but there simply wasn't a single one around. It was rather odd, to say the least. 

Diluc’s time was spent clearing glasses, helping the drunks out, and making his customers pay their tabs. The only reason he was in the city was to ask Jean about you and since he was in the city he was at the tavern to take inventory to know what he needed to restock. 

A light knock at the tavern door had caught his attention as he absently thought about the events of today. He was confused, who was knocking at the door this hour knowing they were closed?

He sat the glass he was holding down next to the other getting a small ‘clink’ as it hit the other glasses. He didn’t want to be rude and just leave the person outside in hopes they would go away, the lights in the tavern were on so they most likely knew someone was inside. There was also some hope that it was you knocking on the door, returning from your mission to greet him and he would never keep you waiting. 

Diluc cleared his voice before he opened the door. “I’m sorry but we are closed, oh Jean it's you,” His demeanor quickly changed as he looked up at the person who knocked only to see Jean. “What do I owe the pleasure?” He asked, anxiety was bubbling in his stomach and he didn't quite know why. Maybe it was because it was unusual for her to meet him at such a late hour and if it wasn't urgent she would just send a letter. 

She looked tired, she had been crying. 

“Diluc…” her voice trailed off, she was far too tired to be formal. It was unusual for her. “I know we were supposed to meet today but I got pulled aside for something very important.” 

“I was informed. Is everything okay?”

“It does concern you Diluc; can we sit down?” 

His heartbeat picked up, it was almost like his heart was in his throat now. She was scaring him, the way she spoke sounded serious and sad like something terrible had happened. She was speaking to him like she was carefully phrasing how she spoke like she did when his father had passed. 

He pulled out a wooden chair for Jean as she made her way into the tavern. Tears were filling her eyes. 

“What's wrong?” This was no time for formalities, the anxiety was too much for him and he didn't care how he spoke. “What’s happened are you okay?”

“Yes I-I’m fine, it's just I have something to tell you but I don't know how to say it without startling you.” She wiped her eyes as she looked at the floor. She couldn't get herself to look him in the eyes. She didn't dare. 

“Spit it out,” His tone was demanding and harsher than he intended. 

“Y/n,” She started, almost unable to form words. She truly didn't know how to break the news to Diluc, you are the love of his life how could she tell him? You were also her best friend and if it hurt her this much then how could he break the news? “They, um, I knew you wanted information on their whereabouts and I was going to tell you I had sent out a group to follow intel on their whereabouts led by Amber and-” 

He could almost piece it together himself, he didn't need any more explanation. The amount of Knights rushing around, the way no knights were at the tavern, Jean missing their meeting. It all came flooding in. The feeling of dread, the flashbacks of his father, the pain in his heart that was almost excruciating. His eyes closed, he was holding himself back from just letting out a sob. He was sure you were gone by now. 

“They’re not dead, Diluc don't think that please,” She cried letting her own tears fall once more. She knew he was thinking that she could sense it. She thought you were dead too, in the state you came back in she was sure you were gone. She was thankful you were alive and when she saw you she almost fell to her knees, you looked lifeless. She did nothing but thank Barbatoes that you were alive as she rushed you to her sister. “Amber had found them and brought them back immediately but the condition they’re in is pretty bad but they’re alive and Barbara said They’re expected to make it.” 

Relief flooded his system as he quickly wiped his tears, he stood from his chair almost knocking it over in the process. “When can I see them?”

“I would say tomorrow morning, the condition we found them in…Barbara was only able to heal so much and they haven't woken up yet. Barbara and the others they’re still working to help Y/n. There are guards outside in protection so it would be best if you waited a few more hours but I promise you can see them as soon as the sunrises.” 

“Fine.” 

Needless to say after that meeting Diluc did not get any work done and he did not sleep. If only he had gone to see what the knights were doing he wouldn't be pacing right now, he wouldn't still be choking back sobs hours later and he wouldn't be shaking with anxiety. It took so much for him to not storm into the cathedral and demand they show you to him but he knew you would be taken care of there, but he could keep you safe. 

His mind was racing with “what if’s.” What if it happened to you on a different day? What if they didn't find you? What if you hadn't gone? You would be safe. What if he accompanied you? What if you weren't part of the Knights? What if you were safe that night of your accident? What if you were in his arms safe? 

What if you died? 

To say he doubted the Knights would be an understatement. They didn't get word from you for days and it took them three days after your supposed arrival to find you. They lacked common sense and it ticked him off. But the logical part of his brain understood where they came from. You were a scout and not hearing from you for a few days past your scheduled arrival was normal, but his heart, the heart that held you so close and so dear it couldn't help but feel differently. 

When it came to you…Diluc was always led with his emotions. 

He couldn't sit still and when the sun came up he was out the door. He pulled his coat off the hook and was practically running through the city square towards the cathedral, he pushed past the early risers brushing them off as they said hello. He almost felt guilty but he was on a mission to be by your side. He needed to see you to truly believe you we’re okay. 

The knights that were posted outside almost blocked him from entering before they realized who he was, quickly apologizing they opened the doors to let him in. He was met by pitiful looks from the sisters before he was greeted by barbara who gave him a rundown of your injuries once more as she led him to where you were. The whole walk she had only gotten a nod from him in response, she knew he was itching to see you so she quickly bid him farewell and told him to call her if you or him needed anything. 

Diluc hesitated to enter the infirmary that was in the cathedral, he was told how severe your wounds were,  Barbara was unable to fully heal them from how deep they were, and even if she had there would still be scars as well as the amount of blood you lost, it was a miracle you were alive. If that had found you a day later or even a few hours before there was a big chance you wouldn’t be here and instead they would have brought home your corpse. 

“Diluc?” You let out a soft cry as you turned your head to face him, it almost sounded as if you thought you were imagining him. You could see the tears welling in his eyes as he looked at you, there was also fear trying to be hidden in those beautiful Crimson eyes. “I’m scared.”

You turned away from him as a stray tear fell down your face. Bandages had been wrapped around a majority of your body, the sisters had let you know there was a fifty percent chance you were blind in one eye. When you were found there was a large gash across your face and there was an even larger chance that you would be scarred where the blade had struck you. 

“Hey, you’re okay, I'm here,” his voice came out in a whisper, he had taken his glove off to hold your hand, being careful not to disturb any of the major injuries you had. He didn’t have the heart to admit he was scared too. He couldn't get himself to say it, to admit he had been afraid even before he got the news you were hurt. “I’m not going to leave you,” He promised. 

“I don’t remember how I got here, I don't even remember what happened,” You cried, it hurt to move but you couldn't stop the tears and the sobs from ripping through your chest. The fear in your heart and the knowledge that you could have been gone. You could have gone on that mission and never returned to see the man you loved. There was relief in your heart that the man next to you was here, he was real. 

You didn't know how long you had been gone in all honesty, all you could remember was laying in the grass for who knows how many days. There were a few dandelions around and a soft breeze, there was pain erupting all over your body and no matter how hard you tried to open your eye you just couldn't. After a while, there was no pain and you were sure you had heard Dilucs voice calling for you, you could almost smell the smoke and whine on the wind. Before your eyes closed one last time you could have sworn he was there, he had rescued you but now you wondered if you were just hallucinating because you were dying. 

The man was surprised you hadn’t remembered but he almost thought it was a blessing from the Archons that your memory of the gruesome battle was erased from your memories. You had fought for your life, for days. 

“You don't have to remember my love, you’re okay that's all that matters. You’ve come back to me that is all I care about.” He was trying so hard not to let his tears fall but he could feel them making their way down his cheek as he cleared your own. He didn't care that he sounded selfish at this moment, he loved you with all his heart and he truly didn't know what he’d do if you had gone. He didn’t know if he could handle another loss. “You’re alive.”

His thumb ran across your cheek as he finally let his tears fall, he couldn't hold them in. He was so happy to see you here, in the morning sunlight alive. 

“You’re alive,” he repeated the words once more, they were more to reassure himself. Your unbandaged hand grabbed his wrist, a half smile on your face as you freely let your tears fall. He knew he should be the one reassuring you right now but he was grateful, the way you calmed him always blew his mind. You didn't even have to say anything. 

“You look so pretty ‘Luc,” You whispered as your hand moved up his arm to wipe his tears as he wiped yours. You could tell he had been crying, you could see the pain in his eyes as he looked at you. You never wished to cause him pain like this.

He let a small smile grace his face as he looked at you, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. “Stop trying to make me feel better, it's not me who’s in a hospital bed,” he joked lightly his hand moving from your face to your hair. He pushed the stray locks away from your eye. 

He drank in all your features, the beautiful color of your eye, the small scars that had been on your face from previous missions. The curve of your jawline and your ear hidden by pieces of your hair, the way your eyelashes hit your cheeks as your eyes closed. He took in the details of the bandages that covered your face, the blood that stained them in a few places. He observed the way you adjusted your face to hide the bandages from his view in insecurity. 

“And I’m not the one who looks pretty, you are,” He said in truth. He could tell that you were scared, not only because of what happened to you but you were afraid of what he thought. 

That day had to be one of the scariest of his life. It had been months since the accident and he had been by your side ever since. He had taken you back and forth from your appointments with barbara every day until your wounds were fully healed. He had taken such good care of you, not letting anyone take up the task of making sure you were okay. As your boyfriend, it was his duty, not that he found it to be a job. 

Since then you had quit the knights, he had tried hard to get you to change your mind knowing you had worked so hard to get to where you were, knowing that perhaps it was impulse driving you to quit but when you put your foot down and told him to stop he did. He saw the way your mood changed since then, the way you kept yourself hidden, the way you had little faith in your capabilities. But that man, your man was adamant about helping your regain trust in yourself. 

Your wounds had healed nicely but as Barbara said, there was a scar on your face, it lead from your jaw through your lips up to your hairline. It healed nicely considering how deep it was, you were grateful for barbara, it was nothing more than discolored scar tissue rather than thick scar tissue. You had gone partially blind in that eye but you didn't find it hindered you that much. 

Your eyes were locked on the ceiling, the light from the moon illuminated the room. You were lost in thought, thinking about that day once more, wondering where you had gone wrong, but no matter how hard you thought back you truly didn't remember what happened. 

You turned your face towards the man sleeping next to you, his light snores filling your ear as he stirred in his sleep. His red hair messily laid across his face, he looked peaceful and beautiful as the light lit up his sleeping face. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist as if he was afraid if he lightened his grip you would be gone. 

You could feel the tears as you thought about him and the day you woke up. You were all alone in that room scared but then he arrived and you knew it would all be okay. He was so gentle and kind with you, he was so loving. The months after were hard but he stayed with you just like you had done with him all those years ago, when he kept you at arm's length away afraid of letting you close. You were sure that you had fallen in love with him all over again because of the accident. 

But doubt clouded your brain. What if he didn't love you? What if he found you ugly now that your face was scarred? 

“Is there something on your mind?” His voice startled you, you were so lost in thought you didn't see him stir awake or his eyes flutter open to drink in your moonlit face. His hand moved from your waist to brush the stray locks from your face, he wanted to get a good look at you. 

“No it's nothing,” You lied, “I was just admiring your beauty.” 

His brow frowned as he looked at you, usually, he would love the compliment, blush even because your compliments always made him feel warm but now he could see this compliment while most likely true was also covering something up. “You know you can tell me anything my love, whatever is bothering you…if it is in my power I shall try to dispose of it.” 

You almost wanted to cry at those words, he loved you so much. 

Looking away you answered him, “It's just…what if you think I’m not as…attractive as before? What if people say something about you dating me? I get weird looks from people, I don't know if they’re pity or something else but I see the way they look at you too — the way they look at us.”

Diluc propped himself up on his elbow, sleep quickly leaving his body as he listened to what troubled you. His fingers grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. His lips found yours before moving to your face and the scar that you were so worried about him finding ugly. 

“I don’t care for gossip, I don't care what others think either,” He whispered, his eyes locking with yours so you could read them. He wanted you to know without a shadow of a doubt that what he was saying was true. How could he not find you beautiful? Even all those months ago while you were in the hospital bed covered in bandages and blood you had looked beautiful. “You are so pretty – breathtaking even. This scar–” his lips pressed to it once again before landing back on your mouth. “ – does not change the way I see you. You had scars before I met you, they are just a part of you. They show who you are and the battles you've fought. Do you think my scars are ugly?” 

A smile was on your face as you shook your head no, watching as his eyes went from sincere to teasing. “Oh, so you find them hot?” His eyebrow raised as he felt the warmth crawl its way up your cheek. 

“Maybe,” you laughed pushing his hand off your face. Your hand found its way to his neck where you pulled him in for another kiss. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he returned your kiss before you pulled away. 

He rested his forehead against yours watching as his red hair fell around you two sheltering you from the room, from the world, and the light off the moonlight that was seeping in from behind the drapes. It was just you and him in this moment. 

Diluc felt his lips upturn as he watched that bright smile illuminate your face. Sometimes you looked the same just like you did before the accident. Your eyes were so full of happiness, not a care in the world on your mind at this very moment. These moments made him hopeful that one day you will not worry about what people think when they look at you once again. He knew you would never be exactly the same, either way, he would love you regardless. There was nothing in this world that could change that.  

[wellnoe]

Hey! I adore following your art and it so inspires me to draw as well. So thank you for your work. I wanted to ask how you imagine Magneto in your style and what impact he has on your Scott's story or character, if any. The Uncanny X-Men Comics around the Nation X era where the two develop a super interlinked dynamic have always been super interesting so I was wondering.

thank you!!

hmm well i have posted magneto i think exactly twice, as part of a commission (x) and as part of a gift (x). the gift was done this year so its probably more indicative of how he'd look in my style, but also i think my art has been changing a lot in the last couple of months. i like magneto, but he is not one of the characters infesting my brain and motivating longer projects, so i just draw him more rarely. even in stuff i don't post.

tbh the nation x stuff (as w a lot of stuff post-2000s) is kind of a big blind spot w me. i just kind of bounce off superhero nation stuff i think no matter who's involved. but i do like the bit of stuff i have read concerning magneto and scott.

i think earlier magneto spends a lot of time thinking of scott (and the original five x-men) as like. extensions of xavier. like he cares about his relationship to xavier and his philosophical and political opposition to xavier and anything scott says politically doesn't get filtered through as scott's position so much as xavier's position as stated by a particularly rigid and kind of harsh student. i think this basically bc magneto has a tendency to talk through the other x-men to charles when he's in villain mode, and also bc in my mind stuff like god loves man kills does position scott as an extension of xavier. like. scott's the true believer here. he doesn't doubt, even when charles himself does. the way magneto comes to see scott as his own person with his own political ideas is really cool to me, and i enjoy seeing the like. backing magneto has for scott? it feels like it is founded on this decades long non-relationship of seeing scott and the x-men continue, which is then helped along by a new closer relationship.

ig my thinking on how magneto impacted scott is like...not very much on an interpersonal level, for a long time. like they just didn't actually know each other that well at all, and scott's really into adopting some of xavier's position as pretty like. rigid rules. like scott is more uptight than charles is. i think magneto largely operates not as a person but as an idea for him to orient himself against and also a threat that sometimes tries to kill him/ kill other people/ make scott's day worse in some other way.

i think in general scott is kind of confused by magneto?? on an interpersonal level?? which is part of what makes their later dynamic fun to me. the idea that scott can continue to be confused and frustrated w magneto even as they become much closer and be like oh ok. this isn't an x-men vs magneto thing, you are just kind of annoying and confusing on purpose. he's just kind of like that. i think after you get into utopia and afterward scott clearly comes to value magneto's opinion more, but before that magneto's not even a guy to scott he's just this like. nebulous idea of what scott is against and also scott does not like him.

[ghoooooooooooooooost]

ermmm wowland spoiwers

bonus these r cute:

^ I LOVE THESE SPRITES SO MACH the dodge especially

fun fact: i get all his guns confused all the time so when i drew my 'airhead' animation i mistakenly made him 1-hand the rifle(?) or is it a shotgun?

"food", "food", "...", "food :)"

KJY - "Roland was a character whose eyes were fixed behind in many ways. When he first ran into Salvador, he anxiously kept looking backward and left himself open for a surprise attack. But, there was one time in the past where Roland could look ahead, and the encounter with Angelica is what I think brought change to Roland’s life. With Angelica gone now, he’s regressed to watching behind and reminiscing about the past. To Roland, Angelica is an angel that brought much pain as well as much happiness to him. Overcome with the grief of losing his angel, Roland wanders until he meets another angel: Angela is the source of Roland’s suffering, but at the same time, she gives him a reason to keep on living by any means. I remember the artists at Mili explaining to us as they worked on the song that ‘Gone Angels’ expresses Roland’s determination to kill that angel with his own hands and leave nothing behind."

^^^^^^ that makes me feel so many things

also you know, i only just now realized roland comments on all the groups of characters at the top of their pages <*bad eyes*

some stuff he says:

"Charles’ Office. A band of myself and the eleven Fixers who followed my lead, despite all my shortcomings… Being in the northern part of the City meant many of us had pretty extravagant outfits. I remember laughing at the way Astolfo dressed, too. We were together for quite a long time, and it felt like our company would last forever, but here we are now, going our separate ways. This wasn’t an unexpected outcome, though. I’d wonder if they’re alive and well from time to time, and it was good to see Olivier at the very least. I sometimes miss those simpler times when I could just focus on the now and live in the moment."

(about pierre & jack) "A restaurant aged 11 years in the streets of District 23; although it’s not super popular or anything, it has quite a few regulars. Its specialty is meat-based foods, and the main dish is Pierre’s signature thick meat pies. I’ve never tried one myself, but according to its patrons… the abundance and juiciness of the meat make for a fantastic meal. Now here’s the funny bit: some people don’t seem to know what the pie is made of. Well, Pierre, the head chef of the establishment, isn’t the type to babble out for things no one asked. Besides, we’re talking about District 23… the streets of flavor, y’know? Whatever methods or ingredients were used to make the food… most of those folks don’t pay any attention. They’d rather be taking another bite out of their tasty grub if they have the time to ask questions." (hmmm...)

(about the 8 o'clock circus) "...Perhaps that circus could be the place to restore your smile, forgotten in the hum of everyday life. I’d like to see a performance myself if I ever get the chance." (?? roland you saw what oswald did though......well if he wants to see the circus he can go see the circus <3 love & peace)

(about the smiling faces) "...The Smiling Faces apparently enjoy flaking human flesh into thin fillets to eat… They’re definitely far from the only ones known for cannibalism, but you’ve got to admit, their flesh fillet is something to behold. It’s uncanny how they can make the fillet so thin that you can see through it. Not like… I want to ever eat it." (HMM!? WHY DID U PAUSE)

(about liu association) "...That’s why most Fixers try not to get attached to each other; too many couples end up losing their significant others sooner or later. But, once you feel the warmth of someone precious, you can’t easily let them go. I sometimes wonder what the right thing to do is, if you lose someone who naturally became a huge part of your life." ( D: )

(about liu again) "I must wonder how it feels to be able to cherish something. To make choices for one purpose and even forfeit everything else in order to protect what’s precious. To restrain yourself from grieving for the deaths of the few to save the many who live on; to risk all you have for the sake of your loved one. I suppose it’s not the most unusual feeling. Everyone vaguely senses it, but no one bothers to delve into it. How could one name it… Love? Sympathy? I don’t think it will ever be possible to define this with a single word. A simple word wouldn’t do it justice, either. Nevertheless, it is a matter worth considering time after time."

(about distorted yan) "It sounds like there are beings comparable to gods in the City, such as the Prescripts. I think I’ve seen ‘em a few times myself… although they’re not memories I want to revisit..." (hmm...?)

[humanoidalien27]

Alright, fixed. This is the right Chapter. 😂 Sorry about that.

Content warning: mentions of death, pain and slight game referencing and spoilers.

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Chapter 15

The curse of Woe

Arriving at the Ministry, you and Ominis we're met with Professor Fig and Sharp.

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd both show up. Stephen and Richard told me Elizabeth stopped in to talk to you."

"Looking like me, that's very worrying," Fig added.

"No worse than me as Professor Black," you teased, getting Sharp and Ominis to look your way.

"Bubotuber puss and dittany, I should have known," Ominis mumbled, chuckling slightly.

Smirking, you changed the topic. "So, how's Anne?"

"I feel we're getting closer to a breakthrough. We managed to narrow it down to two different curses. Is there anything you've noticed about her side effects that could help us?"

"Yes, it's called Maledictio vae. Solomon knew the whole time what it was."

"How do you know?" Sharp asked, glancing between you and Ominis.

"He wrote it on a paper in his home," you answered, making Ominis stiffen slightly at the half lie. "He also knew it was Rookwood who cursed her."

"Hmm, this complicates matters," Fig mumbled, looking to Sharp.

"Why? You can reverse it, right?"

"This particular curse is one we haven't seen in a long time. It took us a while to hunt it down, but as far as we can tell, there is a way to reverse it, but it's not recorded," Sharp answered, his face remaining neutral.

"If it's that bad, how is it not recorded?" Ominis asked as you started to get a really bad feeling.

"It could have merely been lost to time, but with Rookwood knowing it, I have a feeling Charles would too," Fig mentioned, his eyes moving to you.

"You want me to break into Hogwarts in mid summer to ask?"

"Hardly," Sharp replied, giving you a look for suggesting such a thing with two professors in front of you. "You won't be breaking in. I've already informed Professor Weasley. Fig will apparate you to the school gates. We're taking great pains to keep this from the headmaster, so do try to avoid him."

Sighing, you rubbed your temples.

"Do you want me to go with?" Ominis asked.

"No, it's okay. You should be with Sebastian and Anne." He hesitated, but nodded as you moved over to Fig. "Be back soon."

He smiled just before Fig disapparated. The pull on top of the nerves almost made you feel sick.

Professor Weasley smiled at you as nearly tripped.

"I see you're studious. Don't seem to want to leave."

You nearly answered, but Professor Garlick raced over. "Professor Black is coming."

What horrible timing that man has, but at least he wasn't there when you arrived.

Fig spun towards you. "You go on ahead. Quickly before he sees you."

Not waiting to be told twice, you moved onto the school grounds and raced as fast as you could to reach the doors, slipping inside just before the headmaster could see you.

You didn't stop, not even when you came across Peeves who started floating beside you, taunting that he'd tell.

You just baited him by telling him to go ahead and do what he wanted, anything to get him to stop following you.

It worked. He went to go tell anyone who'd listen, but that was okay. The worst they could do was yell at you, maybe expell you.

The keepers weren't in their portraits, but calling their names, they moved into view.

"Isn't it still summer?" Percival asked, concern written all over their faces.

"Maledictio vae," you panted, hands on your knees. "Do you know how to remove it?"

You looked hopefully up at Charles, but saw everyone's faces darken.

"Why are you asking about this?" San Bakar asked, still suspicious of you.

"My friend, Anne was cursed with it by Victor Rookwood. Please, if you know anything-"

"That magic is dangerous and wildly unstable," Charles mentioned.

Well, obviously you considered that being it was a "curse", but you weren't going to point that out and push your luck.

"Please? I don't want to watch her die and I don't want to turn to dangerous magic like Isadora. Please help me."

You watched as they did their best to glance at each other.

"The curse of woe was born from a witch with powerful magic, hurt by one she took as a lover. She created it so he would feel her pain. It went wrong and he died from experiencing the pain from anyone in the area," Percival answered, making the pit in your stomach grow. "Only powerful magic can remove it and contain it."

"Like Isadora's emotional psycho ball of pain?"

"The very same," Niamh admitted. "Though it wasn't born of ancient magic, so doing this could be potentially lethal to you, especially if that powerful magic attaches itself to you."

"But Isadora stole every emotion from the people she used this magic on, how do I avoid that?"

"Which is why we shouldn't be entertaining this idea," San remarked, drawing your gaze. "She's walking the same dangerous path."

"She's not removing her pain, just access to everyone else's, which is the source of the curse," Percival replied, getting Charles and Niamh to nod. "If you recall, we have pulled a few from people too. We were quite a bit older and more advanced however."

You felt pressure weigh on your shoulders making it harder to breathe.

"It's too close to-"

Percival sighed softly. "We can't stop her from trying and there is a distinct difference between taking someone's pain and pulling a curse from a body."

You looked at San. "I do understand why you don't like me asking about this and I wouldn't have if my friend wasn't dying from it. I understand that people's pain makes them who they are, even if sometimes they shouldn't go through it, but she's not just living with her own now."

San fell silent as Charles gave a soft chuckle. "She has a compassionate heart and knows the boundaries well. There is no reason to stop her from trying."

Niamh smiled when San nodded. "It's best to do that here where you can store it with the repository."

"This will not be an easy task," San mentioned strongly. "Even in our time, it wouldn't remove itself willingly and almost always went wrong, resulting in the death of the one attempting it."

"What about risk to Anne?"

He blinked as if he wasn't expecting you to ask.

"The curse will try to hold on, she will need to be willing to let it go," Niamh answered gently.

The door opened loudly, making you whirl around seeing Fig rushing over. "Professor Black's on the look out for you, we have to go."

Nodding you moved over to the passage to San Bakar's tower and opened it, slipping through with Professor Fig.

"Did you get the answers you needed?"

"Yes and it's not good."

As you recounted everything you learned since parting with the Sallow twins, they stared at you, not even bothering to read the diary. Though at the mention of Anne's curse, Sebastian looked hopeful.

"So, I'm feeling the bad emotions of those around me?" She asked cutting over you before you could bring up the probability San told you about.

"And it projects into physical pain?" Sebastian glanced around the room at everyone.

"Any pain in the vicinity, emotional or physical," you clarified.

"Did they say you can remove them? Like Isadora did?"

You had to keep yourself from flinching. "Let's not forget she stole all emotions from them, not just pain," you said pacing.

"Can you?" He asked again, leaning forward in his chair.

"Charles said it's old powerful magic." You began to wring your hands, trying to put the words together the best you can. "And only another powerful magic can remove it."

"You have that ancient magic thing. We saw you contain it before it tore the school down," he said climbing to his feet to moved closer.

"You seem to be forgetting that magic like this always comes at a cost Sebastian." Ominis mentioned, drawing everyone's attention. "Two powerful magics fighting, I can't imagine it's going to be simple or easy."

Of course Ominis would see more than what you put forward. A consequence of hiding the truth from him for too long.

"No, it's not," you admitted, your stomach turning as you grew too close to the truth, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell them seeing hope in the Sallow twins eyes. "We have to do this in the caverns under Hogwarts so I can store the curse in with Isadora's stolen emotions."

Ominis twitched his brow as his eyes stared your way. Even if he couldn't see you, it felt like he could see through you.

"Sneaking into places is something of a pass time of mine," Sebastian teased before he turned to face Anne. "We can cure you. I was right!"

She laughed as her brother hugged her, the smiles on their faces were happy and carefree.

The image was enough to tell you that you did the right thing. Anne never would have agreed if she knew the truth.

"Well, I'm going to get some food. I haven't eaten in a while and running made me hungry."

You moved to leave, being carefully calculative about how fast or slow you walked so as to not let Ominis catch on more than he had.

"Hey," Sebastian called, getting you to look over your shoulder at him. "Thank you."

Smiling, you nodded as you left.

Instead of going to get food, you sat in one of the windows overlooking the adults busying themselves with their daily work.

"I thought you were going to get food," Ominis said coming over, frowning when he made you jump. "You know they only believed your lie because they're desperate. What is the true cost? If you don't tell me, I will tell them my worries."

It was too good to be true thinking he wouldn't catch on despite your efforts.

You sighed, your eyes never leaving the window. "Do I win your silence if I tell you?"

"Possibly," he replied and noticed after a moment that he wasn't getting an answer without it. "Fine, yes. I won't say a word."

You couldn't look his way as you fought the growing pit in your stomach.

"It could be potentially fatal," you whispered, the words making it feel real. "For me."

He half sat, half fell into the seat beside you. "You have to tell them. You can't exchange your lives-"

You caught his arm as he moved to get up. "You couldn't see it, but they were happy. For the first time since I've met them, they were hopeful. I'm not about to destroy that. Besides, it COULD be lethal. It's not a guarantee, like it would be if I didn't do anything."

He sat back beside you, a mixture of emotions fighting for a spot on his face.

"I don't like this," he replied after a moment. "But, I know I can't change your mine. Though, just so we're clear, I'll never forgive you if you die."

You moved to rest against him, feeling him set his head against yours as he enveloped you in his arms.

"I can't imagine those keepers were happy about you asking about this."

"No, but this is similar to breaking a curse that people do normally."

His frown deepened. "If it was, you wouldn't need to do it. The Ministry has plenty of curse breakers." He tightened his hold as he sighed heavily.

"Do you think I'm following Isadora's path?"

"No, I can see how it parallels, but a curse isn't the same as stealing emotions. But, you can't blame me for worrying."

He pressed his head further into yours, before his eyes closed as he tried to keep his fear locked tightly behind his lips.

.....

Chapter list can be found on the master post, you can find here, if you're interest or missed a few chapters.

Thank you for reading and I apologize for the technical issues.

[deeisace]

Alright @invisible-goats let's see how many Joe Bloggs there are!

Not many, as it turns out, tbh

There was one who died in Cleveland in 1982, and one who lived in Sussex in 2003 - and this guy! Who got married in King's Lynn in 1785

He was from Chelmsford apparently, per the record, and the reason why there's two of them, probably, is. Well they just postponed the wedding, it could be any reason, but the rules were you had to have banns published for three weeks before the wedding, see, so people know it's going on an stuff, I guess, idk - and, have the chance to object, like Ann Rutledge's dad, there - so Joe and Jane here, they had two weeks' banns, and then got it republished for some reason or other - so the next document is their three-sundays-in-a-row - they basically just postponed for two weeks, really

Oh! Possibly because Joe was moving house! In the first, both him and Jane are "of this parish", and then the second one, he's "of Chelmsford" and only Jane is "of this parish". I wonder why he/they moved, there's no record of his job or anything like that.

Hmm.

Apart from them, there's not any, really - but we can check for "Joe Blogg", singular, I spose, let's see

We can jump back a bit, now - a marriage record from 1714 - 6th of May, in Tower Hamlets, I hope it was a nice day for them

Joseph Blogg, and here we see he's a Spitalfields weaver, marrying Elizabeth Clark.

Oh dear, no, but look, he died in 1722, October of that year

He's listed as still living in Spitalfields, but he's a pensioner now, I think that says, so either something's happened for him to stop work, or otherwise he's elderly - I'm not sure, cs there's no ages listed basically ever until the later-1700s, depending on where you're looking at

Ah, I think I might see

Elizabeth died in July 1722, and our Joe is still a weaver then.

Oh how sad that is

Alright, I'm going to jump forward to census times, I want to see people living please

The very very first Joe Bloggs we find is on the 1841 census, and because it's the first one that was done it's pretty shit, basically

But, we can see he's 11 years old, and his mum's called Jane, and she's a charwoman (like a cleaner, basically), and he's got at least 6 siblings - in age order, it goes Edward, John, William, Joseph, Elizabeth, Henry and Jane. And they are all from Marylebone.

Let's see we can't find out what happened to this Joe!

He's a waiter! He's mid-20s, here, marrying Amelia, with his brother Henry as witness

And here they are a bit later, on the 1861 census -

He's swapped jobs, he's now a greengrocer! And here is how I know that Henry above is his brother, because here's our Jane, his sister - it doesn't say so on the 1841 census, because of course, but Joe must be from his mum's first marriage and Henry and Jane from her second, or something like that - or else, Amelia also has a relative and half-sister each called Henry and Jane, I don't know, tho Jane is the same age as our Jane Blogg, above.

The 70s show he's at the same address with the same job, but a bit more of a rabble -

Amelia, there, named for her mum, then Avies (???), Josephine, Elen, and another Joseph

I jumped forward to 1881, to try and read Avies's name better, if I could, but she's already moved out by that point - 18, she's either got a job or a husband, generally

Instead, they've moved to Hanover Square, Ellen is now called Susan, and there's another son, Thomas Charles age 7. And, Joe's swapped jobs again! He's a turkey carriage driver!

What's a one-a-them, let's have a look. Well, I can't find anything on "Turkey carriage" specifically, but I am imagining something like a hansom, a two-wheeler like this one

Here, let's see 1891 -

Cor, that girl doesn't half go through names - here she is Louisa, now!

Amelia has died, unfortunately, in the time since, so Joe is now a widower - but here we can see he's still a cabbie, look, and a groom - maybe he stables other cabbie's horses, I wonder - and helpfully, his neighbour who's name I've cut off there (it's John Higley) is a coachpainter! Extraordinarily helpful with horsedrawn coaches and cabs, I imagine

He died in 1899, this one, and it's only in death we find out his middle name is Henry, but I went back and found his baptism -

Joseph, born to John and Jane Blogg, Great Barlough, 11th Jan 1831. John is/was a coachman, so I suppose Joe followed in his footsteps, in the end

Oh dear me I'm going to have "Following in Father's Footsteps" stuck in my head for an age, now

[iglooracing]

charles wins and seb finishes in last place??? can’t get much more separate and miserable than that sebchalies lol. regardless i wanted to make this much sweeter than it absolutely could have been. charles wants to make seb feel better and just make sure seb knows he loves him!! so sweet!!

// austrian gp 2022 //

when seb opens his hotel room door the first thing charles notices as seb lets him in is that soft smile seb gives him doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“what, no champagne?” seb questions.

charles opens his mouth but nothing comes oht, as seb’s question interrupts the sentence he’s been going over and over in his head since he got on the elevator to come up to seb’s floor.

i’m so sorry your race didn’t go well but i think you’re brilliant and before you say anything i want to celebrate us tonight.

seb’s wit is quicker than his today. it usually seems to be.

“umm, i’m sorry?”

seb nods at the very non-conspicuous four pack of beers that charles holds in his hand.

“no champagne, you’re holding beers,” seb explains further.

charles looks down at the beers in his hand. he can still taste the champagne on his tongue. he wonders if when he kisses seb later that seb will too.

“i… yes,” charles responds lamely. “i know you like beer.” charles feels stupid as soon as he says it.

“i also like champagne,” seb replies. “i feel i’m forgetting the taste.”

seb means it as a joke, a tiny jab, and charles know this. still, he frowns and looks back down at the beers in his hand. should he have brought champagne? it seemed rude, like a humble brag. maybe it would have been better if he brought nothing? maybe he shouldn’t have come at all tonight, but seb said he could when he texted earlier. but maybe he shouldn’t have?

“charles, hey,” seb says softly as he reaches out, placing a hand on charles’ hand that’s holding the beer.

charles snaps his head up to stare at seb, and he’s staring right back. charles thinks the blue of his eyes doesn’t look as cool as when he first opened the door.

“beer is perfect,” seb continues as he rubs his thumb over the back of charles’ hand.

charles swallows and nods, letting seb lead him into the room with a gentle hold of his wrist.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t come sooner,” charles says as he places the beers down on the desk across from the bed.

“i figured you would be busy tonight, everybody fighting for your attention,” seb trails off as he picks up a bottle and examines the cap.

“twist,” charles says and seb hums his thanks as he uses the edge of his t shirt to twist the bottle cap.

charles glances down at the sliver of skin that gets exposed, the harsh line of seb’s defined adonis belt. he gets the sudden thought that he wants to drop to his knees and kiss it, to adorn every detail of seb with soft kisses and words of praise. because seb deserves to feel adored today. he deserves it every day.

charles is brought out of his thoughts as seb hands him the beer bottle. “what are you thinking about schatz?” seb teases.

“hmm?” charles looks up from the beer bottle to seb’s face. he hadn’t even realized seb had twisted the caps off of both bottles already. seb looks amused, like he already knows the answer and he just likes teasing charles. charles likes it too.

“what…” seb clinks their bottles together. “are you thinking about?” seb takes a sip of his beer and peers over the edge at charles.

charles wants his first taste of the beer to come from seb’s tongue. like it’s theirs.

“about how much i want to kiss you,” charles replies honestly. he knows he should offer to listen to seb rant, but he’s still feeling buzzed from earlier and all he wants right now is to feel seb. to feel seb and nothing else.

seb smirks as he finishes his swig of beer. “you’re very forward tonight.” seb says it like a compliment.

“am i not always?” charles asks back. he’s partially teasing, but he also wants to hear what seb thinks.

“you like to get what you want,” seb teases back with a shrug as he walks back to sit on the bed.

charles sits on the edge of the desk, his beer still undrunk in his hand.

“are you saying i’m a brat?”

seb chuckles low and it makes charles stomach flip.

“you can be,” seb winks and charles feels his face heat up. it’s definitely not from all the alcohol.

“you also have some of the greatest confidence i’ve ever known and you’re getting better at using it,” seb replies truthfully now. “it’s very attractive.”

charles blink at seb, unsure of what to say exactly. seb thinks he’s confident and that he’s improving and also that he’s hot. it’s not that seb has never told him these kinds of things before, but it charles still feels taken aback slightly.

“it’s what separates drivers from ch-“

“seb!” charles cuts him off.

“okay, i’m sorry, don’t jinx it, i know,” seb concedes with his hands up and takes another swig of his beer.

charles huffs and puts his beer down on the desk behind him, rubbing his palms on his jeans. he can’t tell if he’s clammy or if it’s condensation from the bottle.

“i should know though,” seb continues. “i do have four.” he lifts up four fingers and wriggles them around with a cheeky grin.

charles huffs out a laugh and shakes his head as he looks down at the ground. when he looks up again seb is smiling at him, but something feels off about it.

charles frowns slightly and moves to sit next to seb, holding up seb’s hand that he’d used to represent his four world championships. the same hand that would so often show his infamous ‘finger.’

“you do have four,” charles says softly. “four very well deserved, skillfully earned championships.”

“charles…” seb starts, but charles cuts him off with a kiss, licking into seb’s mouth. it’s charles’ first taste of the beer, but it’s mixed with hints of just seb. it’s even better than the first taste of champagne.

“no arguing,” charles states, voice confident. seb nods and charles feels the brush of seb’s nose against his. “do you want to talk about anything?” charles adds, barely a whisper against seb’s lips.

“not tonight,” seb gives him another kiss. eventually.

charles kisses back. that’s okay.

“you said something about kissing earlier?” seb asks, and charles smiles at the lilt in his voice.

“mm yes,” charles hums as he starts to press kisses along seb’s jaw. “if you want?”

seb laughs and curls his empty hand around the back of charles’ neck and tilts his head slightly. it gives charles perfect access to that spot he confidently knows is just below seb’s ear that makes seb melt.

“i always want…” seb trails off. charles wonders at the open endedness of that response. always want charles? always want racing? always want points, podiums, and wins?

“always want you,” seb sighs. charles grins and pulls back to bring their mouths together again. it’s perfect and slow and everything charles wants, too.

“you’ll always have me, mon coeur,” charles replies. he’s never been more confident about something in his life.

[nyoomfruits]

Okay, so I watched the Duck Challenge video Red Bull did last year with Max and Checo, which at the end has both of them ending up singing baby shark, and also features irl Max seeing a toy shark that sings baby shark and going 'Oh we have this one at home!' and mentioning in the middle of singing baby shark that 'I hear this all the f***ing time' obviously because of P, and I immediately had to go reread you'll be alright, and now I have some fic question asks for you

Time After Time: I understand why the fic cuts where it does and it's a good place to cut it, but I also just really just want to know what happened when Charles and Max got back to Julie after making up and what her reaction was like. And then, later - the part about Julie insistently calling Max dad and Charles going through an internal story because of it really hit me, and I was just wondering what she ends up calling Max and Charles in the future, asssuming that they get to a point where she considers them both as her parental figures. (Really, I kinda want to know everything about life as it goes on for them, but we'd be here forever, so I'll stick to these for now aha.) Million Dollar Question: This might just be me being really unobservant and it might be in the fic already, but what does Julie look like? Is she quite like Charles or not so much? (Either way, she's a cutie pie)

Thanks, and hope you have a good day!

asl;dkfjsl that video is literally the reason i chose baby shark as the song in the car scene so !!!!

time after time

FUN FACT there was supposed to be an epilogue. there were actually MULTIPLE ideas for epilogues. but then it ended where it ended and i was like hmm no this is perfect actually.

anyway all these epilogues (there was one about the first day of school when julie is like 16 that introduces julie's siblings (actually came up with names for them and everything lmao), and there was one where julie actually wins her first wdc and her dads are obviously super proud and also crying SO MUCH) were kind of set pretty far in the future and so i never really thought about what julie's immediate reaction would be??? but i'm guessing she would be HYPED to see max again. demanding to be picked up to him and then squishing her lil hands into his cheeks in excitment ;-;

AS FOR THE PARENTAL NAME THING i did think about this actually!!! it's slightly hinted at in the fic where first she calls max dad and later 'max', because both max and charles kind of uh. panicked i guess after the dad incident and made sure she actually learned max's name. anyway it gets so ingrained in her that she just keeps calling him max actually. like if she's talking to other people about him she absolutely refers to him as 'her dad' but to his face she calls him max and it has the same value to her as dad or papa or any other word. she mostly calls charles dad i think :)

million dollar question

i dont think its in the fic but i have this theory that the first born girl almost always looks like her dad so yeah she takes a lot after charles :)

[divineluckfuckoff]

Hi can I get 13 for whit young please ‘(•〰️•)’

My boy need some love

Order ready!

13: Jealous kiss

Charles and Whit were really close, so it was no wonder the chemist noticed that the matchmaker looked off. He just kept ataring at you and Xander with a look that was different than his normal eyes. "Whit?" he called. The blond perked up, turning to Charles.

"Hmm? What's up Cha-Cha?" he asked, forcing a smile. Charles looked at him, then at you. Then at him. Then at you. Then at him.

"...Are you jealous of Xander?" he asked.

"Yeah! He keeps taking N/N away!" Whit huffed. Charles wanted to face palm so badly right now.

"Xander is not attracted to Y/N- Isn't he dating David? You matchmade them together." he told the blond.

"It's not that! I know Xander is gay and all, but he keeps interrupting my dates with N/N! If I were to interrupt all of your dates with Addie, you'd be mad, right?" Whit reasoned. Charles pondered that for a moment. Well, he did have a point. He's be very annoyed at Whit for interrupting his dates with his girlfriend.

Unknown to the chemist, the matchmaker got up, walking over to you and Xander. "Ah, right! I'll go and hang out with Mr. David now! Bye N/N!" the rebel smiled when he saw Whit before running back in the direction he came from. You just waved back with a smile, feeling a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

"So how was the little conversation with strawberry head over here?" Whit asked, a small hint of jealousy in his tone. You blinked, looking up at the blond.

"Ah? Well, it went good!" you smiled. The blue eyed boy huffed before kissing you. You muffled out a gasp in surprise.

"No fair. I also wanna hear..." the blond mumbled, feeling jealous. You just shook your head in amusement.

"Oh Whit. I don't think you want to hear my brother rant about the many war crimes he commited." you joked, gentky cupping his cheek.

"...Nevermind..."