#arthur leclerc fan fiction

[sports-on-sundays]

and I can change / CL16 / Part 2

Summary: dad!Charles x French!ex!reader - Charles would do anything to convince you to forgive him. He'd do anything to revive his family.

Warnings: Again, Y/s/n is 'your son's name'. And again, his age is unspecified- you decide what you think. crying (LOTS of crying), mention of drunkenness, mention of sex, mention of cheating, broken relationships, broken family, censored cussing

Requested?: Yeah! Requested by some sweet souls who read part 1! @barcelonaloverf1life @architect-2015 @emz2092 @cilliansgirl @lunamelona @lightdragonrayne @leclercgirl16

Author's Note: You guys asked for it, so I gave it! I hope you enjoy! Same song as inspiration. Also I'm thinking after this part I'll write a part 3, and then after that maybe a little epilogue, to wrap this up. Tell me what you think. Also, this is the link to part 1 / and the link to part 3

"Y/n, people change.

"And I can change, too."

You lay on your bed, engulfed in the darkness of the room surrounding you. The darkness seems to go deeper than just your surroundings- deeper, and into you.

Over and over the scene plays through your mind. Those words that Charles had uttered. The way he had clutched your hand in both of his, as if it were his only lifeline. In that moment, the desperation his eyes had denoted was incredible.

Charles, why? Why couldn't you let go? You're making it all so much more complicated.

But you know what he would say. Why? Why, Y/n? Because this isn't just about myself. Don't you see the brokenness in our son? Don't you see it?

Guilt washes over you, and then rage.

I shouldn't be the one feeling guilt. He should. He's the one who messed up our family. He's the one who's fault it is!

The way he cried, though.

The desperation.

The thing is that he is feeling guilty. Or at least so it seemed.

But does he really deserve a second chance? Do you?

Your phone rings at 12:00 A.M. On the dot. Charles has always been on the dot. Unless he's drunk, that is.

Why is he calling?

Right when I'm thinking about him, too.

Although this really isn't too surprising, when you consider it. For the past week and a half or so, you've stayed up until roughly 2:00 in the morning, staring at the ceiling, thinking, unable to convince yourself into peace and slumber.

And now a call comes.

Charles, why?

It feels terrible as you answer. "Charles. Don't call me."

"Y/n," he says in a calm voice. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" you snap, trying to keep it down. Your son is sleeping (hopefully) in the next room.

"For reacting so emotionally. I'm sorry. For years this has weighed on me, but crying and begging won't get us anywhere."

"We're not going anywhere, whether you cry and beg or not." You hang up.

A month after that call where you rejected Charles for what you hoped would be the last time, there's a knock on the door on a Saturday. You walk to it, and freeze when you look through the peephole.

Why is Charles Leclerc here?

Anxiety hits you. The house is a mess, you've got no food to give him, you look like a mess in your pajamas and unbrushed hair-

How can he just show up at your door like this?

It's obnoxious.

You honestly are about to pretend you aren't home, but then Y/s/n suddenly runs in, squealing, "Mama, who is it?! Is it the mailman?"

You sigh at your son's strange fascination for the mailman. You're not completely sure why he enjoys the young, dry, monotone mailman, and for years just assumed because he was generally a nice bloke, and little kids are weird, until you realized with an ounce of dread that the mailman resembles Charles, in a way. After that, you've never encouraged his enthusiasm for the mailman, just in case that was the reason, whether conscious or not.

"No, no," you sigh, unlocking the door. "It's not the mailman, love."

"Who is it, Mama?"

As you swing the door open, you murmur, "Well, love, none other but your father."

"Daddy!" the little boy, still in his Lightning McQueen pajamas, squeals, running to hug his father. You glance away, staring at the floor.

Charles hugs your son, kissing him, and exclaims, "Aw, there's my little buddy! How are you, man?"

"I'm good, Daddy! Are you coming to live here now, Daddy?!"

"Ugh- Not quite..." He picks up your son, and looks to you, immediately saying, "Sorry it's such short notice."

You grit your teeth, murmuring, "You mean no notice?"

"Right," he nods with a quick exhale.

While the presence of your son is a burden for you, preventing you from showing your true feelings, it may be an advantage for Charles, to get across what he needs to get across. Whatever that may be.

Because this is all just a game. Everyone with their own different motives. Y/s/n wants Mama and Daddy to love each other because he wants one place to live. Charles' motives are unknown, but probably are just manipulative and selfish- about making himself feel better. And your motive? You don't want to relive the past, so will avoid Charles at all costs.

Charles' and Y/s/n's motives align more with each other than your's.

You look at your son. Who you love so much. He looks at you with hope. Charles looks at you with... a very similar expression.

These two.

How can you love one and hate the other?

They're both family, as much as you hate to admit it. Because one of them, you wish you could erase.

No. But you don't. Because if you'd never met Charles, Y/s/n would never have been born. And you can't even begin to imagine your life without him.

You hold the door open, and gesture to the couch. "Sit down, Charles. I'm going to get dressed, and then put the kettle on." You say all this through gritted teeth.

How can he just walk in as if he owns the place?

He nods. "Thank you, Y/n." You watch in the doorway to the hall as Charles sits down on the couch with his son on his lap. You watch as he says softly, picking up a toy car from off the rug, "This car is awesome, Y/s/n. Where'd you get it?"

"Mama got it for me! For my birthday!" Y/s/n takes it from his father's hand with much pride, and starts driving it across Charles' chest, up onto his neck, and eventually onto his cheeks. The whole time, Charles laughs, his hand on his son's back to keep him from tipping off his lap.

"That's a super cool car. Does it have a name?"

"Uhhh," Y/s/n frowns. "Zoom! Because he goes zooooom!"

"Oh, it's a he?"

"Of course," Y/s/n says, as if this fact should be obvious. Then he giggles, "Because girls smell."

"They smell?! No way. Girls don't smell."

"Yeah, they do," he crosses his arms, frowning at his father. "You don't know any girls. You only know... Uh, Cah-los."

Charles laughs out loud. "The only person I know is 'Cah-los'?"

"Yep! And Uncle Arthur and Uncle Lorenzo, but that's it!" your son claims in a very matter-of-fact tone.

Their conversation continues, but you finally turn to leave and get yourself fixed up. You quickly shower, brush your teeth and hair, put on moisturizing cream, perfume, and deodorant, and put on a beige hoodie, grey sweatpants, and slides, before going to make tea. The whole time, you mind swirls.

Why is he here? Why is he here on a Saturday? Why is he here, without even asking to come? It's so... obnoxious.

You finish making two cups of tea, finding with awe as you make them that you remember exactly the way Charles likes his tea, and you're doing it automatically.

Because I used to do this so much.

You walk back in with the tea and see the two boys sitting on the rug now. Charles is tickling Y/s/n's tummy, and both of them are laughing- Charles with more of a chuckle and Y/s/n with more of a squealing giggle. When Charles sees you, he slowly stops, saying with a little sigh, "Alright, bud. Mama's back with my tea, and I mean to drink it."

"But Daddyyy!"

"Nope!" he grins, standing up, ruffling his son's messy hair. He then walks to you, and you hand him his tea. He lights up when he tastes the tea and looks at you, muttering softly, "My God, you remembered how I like my tea...?"

"Don't jump to sh*t, Charles," you murmur, soft enough for Y/s/n not to hear.

"Right," he sighs, sitting down again on the couch.

You set your tea down, walking to your son. "Alright, love. I want you to go in your room now, okay? Remember the Lego plane you were building? Why don't you work on that? I want to see it once it's finished, okay? And if you need anything, call, okay? Don't come in here. Just call, and one of us will come."

He looks questioningly. "Why, Mama?"

"Me and your father have important things to talk about. And if you don't listen, there will be consequences."

He blinks, pouting.

"I'll turn on your storybook audio for you. Come on." You bring him to his room and get him set up, until you're sure he's completely distracted with the Legos and the storybook. Only then do you come back to the living room and sit down awkwardly next to Charles.

He's still wearing his red windbreaker from when he was outside, and a black scarf hangs loose around his neck. His hair is a bit messed up, but he looks perfect, like always.

Too perfect.

"Let me take your scarf and jacket. And your shoes."

"Right," he says with a swift nod, handing you his scarf, coat, and sleek black boots. You put them by the door, and sit down, viewing the cozy grey sweater adorning his frame. You have a passing thought, considering how much unnecessary money he might have spent on such a garment.

"So?" you ask in a tense voice. "What is this all about, Charles?"

"There are some things we need to work out. You're right- one of the many things I've done wrong to you is always being a f*cking coward. You're right. I didn't say what was on my mind, and I faked it, and I kept quiet, because I didn't want to upset you. But now I see that the only thing I can do now is speak up, be honest, and be a man. You rightfully left me because I wasn't being a proper man. I wasn't being your proper man. I was being a terrible husband and a terrible father. But now we need to uncover what's true- we both have different views, both of which are likely exaggerated or incorrect in different ways."

"I don't care, Charles," you say quickly, flat out trying to ignore his admittance to wrong. Perhaps because you don't want it to be true. Because if he's sorry, that means you have to forgive him.

"So you're telling me you'd rather believe lies, just because it makes you feel better? What kind of thinking is that?"

You hate to admit that he's right. So you say nothing.

There's silence. But then he says, "So tell me what happened."

"You know what happen-"

"Tell me, Y/n." His voice isn't rude, but definitely firm.

You swallow, shaking your head. You don't want to work this out. You want to forget Charles. But clearly, that's impossible. "You were irresponsible. You'd get drunk, never be home, never help me. I'd be all on my own... You... You'd use me for your own pleasure but never show true, selfless love... Then you came home drunk saying stuff about a pretty woman and sex and getting pregnant... So you cheated... And I divorced you because I couldn't take it any more." You can't believe it, but you're trying not to choke up as you whisper, "Charles, what we had seemed perfect. Until you messed it up." Your mouth tastes like poison.

Charles stares down, his eyes swirling with everything but empty, at the same time. "Y/n," he whispers. "I was terrible. You're right. I was never around because I was immature and scared. I didn't understand. To get away from it, I drank and had fun with friends."

Your lip curls. "You're not the victim."

"And I never said I was! I was scared of being a father. I was scared of messing up. I wasn't ready and I let everything happen too quickly. I was a coward and I left you. Even though you divorced me, I was the one who left you. That's what happened. I was stupid. I was a terrible person. It's all my fault."

"Why would you be any different now? There's no way for you to prove that. Before the marriage you were fine. It was when we married that you went downhill. It was like... you couldn't stand me."

He looks torn apart. "I loved you. I... I... I still do. I knew I wasn't being a good husband or father and to forget about it, I drank."

"And why wouldn't you still do it now?!"

"Because I don't. I feel more guilt now than I did then! I feel more responsibility now than I did then! And that was my greatest fear! Responsibility! But now I don't drink excessively! Now I don't avoid reality! Because I need you... Our son needs us. Together. Don't you need me?"

"Not the you I know."

"You don't know me anymore. I'm not the same person I was." His voice is so uncommonly firm, it slightly shocks you.

You stare into each other's eyes.

He goes on, "That night, I didn't cheat. I was intoxicated. A young woman was trying to seduce me, but I refused because I had you. You, my beautiful wife, both inside and out. I wanted to convey to you that I said no because you were my wife. However, I failed to communicate this properly, and the next morning, I had completely forgotten the conversation. I chose not to tell you because I thought it would be better if you didn't know. I was afraid you would be angrier with me for being in that situation. I was a coward, and I didn't want you to be upset with me. I didn't realize for years that you believed I had cheated. If I had known, I would have assured you that I didn't cheat, just like I am doing now, and that I never would. Because I didn't. Despite all the mistakes I made, cheating on you is something I would never, ever do. I have always loved you, and only you, far too much for that."

Your hands tremble in your lap as you stare at him, listening.

Now you're the one getting emotional.

Charles leans in close to you- too close for comfort- and whispers, "I've changed... Please. I just want a second chance... To right my wrongs and give you and our son the lives you deserve. I need to give my all to you... I need to make it up to you... It's... It's crushing me."

"Why do you need a second chance?" Your voice, for once, isn't aggressive. It's gentle. Softer. Your voice cracks as you say, "You should have done it right the first time."

You see him swallow. "And you know what? I didn't. I f*cked up. I f*cked up everything. I f*cked up your life and I know it. I'm sorry. I wish I could go back in time and fix it and make it all better. I was stupid, Y/n. I was terrible. I hurt the most beautiful woman and her baby in the world. I'm the least." He takes your hand again in both his, but this time it's a gentler grasp.

"But you're not. You're famous. You have so many fans."

"Do you know how many times I've thought I don't deserve all this? If only I could share it all with you."

"Charles," your voice cracks again, and an unexpected, terrible longing fills you. "I want to believe you, but I can't. I'm broken, Charles, because of you. I can't afford to let you break me again..."

A tear rolls down your cheeks, and immediately he reaches up with his thumb, gently wiping your cheek, "No, Y/n, please don't cry... I don't want you to cry because of me any longer... Please..."

"Charles, I can't do this..." more tears fall.

There's hurt and confusion, but mostly longing and guilt in his eyes. "Please... If you'd only trust me, then we could make this right. I could make this right, after all I did wrong."

You can hardly believe yourself as you let your broken, silently crying self fall into Charles. You allow yourself to rest your head on his shoulder, and you allow his arms to wrap around you, giving you his warmth. "Charles..."

"Yes...?" There's a painful hope in his voice.

"I don't know if I can do this..." you cry into his shoulder now.

He whispers right in your ear, "Just give me a chance. Let me be there for you... Let me prove to you... Let me..."

You can't give him a yes or a no. Two sides war inside you- the mask and the face. You feel him stroke your hair as you cry, at the same time as remembering stroking his hair when he was drunk and needed comfort.

This is some sort of paradox, isn't it?

"Charles," you murmur, leaning away after you've gained control of yourself. "The answer is 'I don't know' right now, okay... Consider it... better than hating your guts with an adamant 'no.'"

As he gazes into your eyes, he leans closer. Softly, he places a tender kiss on your cheek and whispers, "I'll be ready whenever you are. And I'll never, ever stop waiting for you."

Weeks pass, and Charles can't understand why, after all that happened that day, still you insist on avoiding him like the plague.

Well, the reason is just that- avoidance. You're avoiding Charles because you don't want to face the possible truth. You're avoiding him because you don't want to make big decisions. You don't want to try again. You don't want to...

Well, you don't want to fall in love again.

And on that day, the way he treated you...

It reminded you of the man you married, and not the man you divorced.

And that scares you. Because you'll never forget the man you divorced.

So you're stubborn and resistent, and you're avoiding him.

So you sit, staring at the screen of your cell phone. Rereading the text on it. Over and over.

Charles Leclerc: I'm sorry for such a long text Y/n but you probably won't read it anyway, so what does it matter? I need to talk with you and you're doing exactly what I've done, what I'm apologizing for. For years I avoided this stuff and one of the reasons we split was that i couldn't stand up and address and tell you my problems. I was being a f*cking coward. And I've said sorry more times than I can count. I thought you might be on the road to forgiveness, to giving me a second chance. I know you felt the same way as me when you leaned into me and let me hold you when you cried- there's something more here, and I don't want you to ignore this. Can't we just try this? Please Y/n? I'm finally willing to step up, be a man, work through all this sh*t with you. Talk about it. I'm finally willing to be brave, and as soon as I am, you're doing the same thing you've yelled at me for years for doing- staying silent.

Charles Leclerc: I love you, Y/n, and this is a problem I desperately want to fix, but the truth of the matter is that you're being a f*cking hypocrite.

Me: How does it feel to be in the position you put me in for years?

You feel mean for typing that, and you're not sure how much you mean it. Maybe you meant to be kinder.

But the anger took over and your thumbs did the talking.

Charles leaves that message on read.

You sit in the cold metal chair, surrounded by pudgy, middle-aged parents and their gross kids all around you as a lone young mother sitting by herself. You're only here to see your son, and none of the other aspects of this situation bring you an ounce of joy.

All of a sudden, a shiver runs down your spine as a firm hand gently lands on your shoulder. Your head snaps up, meeting the gaze of Charles Leclerc. A look of disdain crosses your face, causing your heart to ache as you bluntly ask, "Why are you here?"

Charles takes a seat beside you in the vacant chair and casually remarks, "I've come to attend my son's school concert. And you?" A glimmer of amusement dances in his eyes.

Your jaw tightens in pure irritation, and you manage through gritted teeth in a tense, quiet tone, "Why did you choose to sit next to me?"

Charles hesitates, his expression softening, as he makes an effort to hold your gaze. "Well... Because I..." He swallows and says, "I'm not going to give up on you. That's why. So I figured I'd sit down next to you to watch my- our- son's concert. So..." Abruptly, he reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. The veins in his hand are visible as he clasps yours tightly.

Your muscles tense, yet for some reason, you don't pull your hand away.

So throughout the whole school concert, Charles sits, gripping your hand, and seems to refuse to let it go.

And the moment the teacher is done on stage after the little production, thanking people for helping and the kids for doing such a great job and other stuff you don't listen to, Charles turns to you and says, "So, we have some minutes to spare."

Your eyebrows scrunch together. "Come again?"

He chuckles, but it doesn't feel called for. "You weren't listening to her? She said the students can be picked up from their classrooms by their parents in fifteen minutes."

Your jaw clenches again. "Charles, why?"

"Because I know you want it," he says incredibly earnestly. The inside of your heart melts as the outside hardens.

"But I don't think I do."

"But I know you do. Now come on." Your ex-husband stand up, pulling you up with him.

"Where are we going?" you ask. "And please let go of my hand. You've been holding it so long, it's starting to get sweaty."

He clicks his tongue and doesn't respond to either of these, then guides you down various hallways until you reach the school's exit. Finally, he sits down with you on a bench outside the school, and releases your hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Let's just hang out here for the next ten minutes, okay? We should talk," he says awkwardly, facing you.

"I don't get it. Charles, there's nothing you can do to-"

Charles interrupts, holding your face gently, gazing into your eyes. "Please, don't. Don't say that," he pleads, his thumb brushing your cheek. "There's something we can do. We can make this work... Please..."

His desperation, his begging, makes you want to cry. "Please just let it go... Let me go..."

"No, I don't want you to be trapped... Don't you see you'll be more free with me? You won't have to work as hard.. I'll take care of you and our son... I'll take half the work in the house you have to deal with... I'll... We'll... I just want you to believe that we'll be happier... I'm not saying we need to jump to anything today. I'm just saying, let's be kind to each other... Let's go out to eat sometimes, or go to our son's events together. Let's act just a little bit more like a family, even if we aren't yet. I just want to- I need to- I- I- I..." He trails off. His hands fall off your cheeks, and his shoulders slack. His head goes down.

It's like just the hard look in your eyes alone crushed him.

Like that alone is the huge weight he's bearing.

"F*** me, Y/n... F*** me," he whispers, his hands in his lap trembling. "I don't deserve you. I hurt you. Doesn't matter how much I changed. I still have to live through the consequences of my actions, don't I?" He seems to be talking more to himself, but you have no idea at this point. "Just f*** me." He exhales shakily, before suddenly standing up. He stares you right in your eyes, and your heart breaks when you see the hurt, the destroyed desperation. "It's fine, Y/n." He's trying to keep a level face. But his voice cracks. "I'll leave you alone. I'll let you go. I can see all this is just hurting you more. I never meant to hurt you more. I never meant to bring up the past to hurt you. I wanted to help you... I wanted to help you heal..." He drags a hand over his face. "But clearly I f***ing didn't. Clearly I messed it up again. I f***ing messed up again." He swallows. His eyes glimmer with wetness as he practically whispers, "The last thing I want is to hurt you. So I'll drop it. I'm just being selfish again, aren't I? I think this would be better, but you don't. And that's hurting you. And I never wanted to..." He swallows, his nose crunching up. Suddenly he yells, "I never wanted to hurt you ever again, because I love you, for f***'s sake! I love you, but I did hurt you, because, in the end, no matter what, I'm going to f*** it up anyway! So bye, Y/n!" Suddenly he turns on his feet. Like he doesn't want you to see him cry again. But you can hear the tears in his voice when the last thing he calls back is, "It will go back to normal, and we can pretend none of this ever happened! Pretend I'm a stranger! It's the best for you, anyway, apparently, and all I wanted was the best for you!"

You stare in shock as you watch him get in his car and drive away. You remain seated, gaze straight ahead. Tears well up in your eyes, and your body quivers, yet you manage to compose yourself, rise on unsteady legs, and compel yourself to return to the school to pick up your son.

But that just wasn't right.

I should have stopped him. I should have called him back. I should've.

How far can revenge go before it's gone too far?

For days, the guilt, the hurt, the rue- they weigh on you. Every moment of your days, it consumes your thoughts. Regret and confusion and anger fill you in every step, engulfing your every move. And if you thought you weren't getting any sleep before, now it's even worse.

You long to fix it, but you are unsure of how. Despite everything... You can't see how Charles isn't being honest. You want to have faith in him. A small part of you may even want to love him, just a little bit.

You're also fearful. Fearful of reaching out to him, because you don't know what you'd do. You have no idea.

But now you're dropping your son off at Charles's house. You swallow, and suddenly, on a whim, when you see Charles walking outside, waiting for Y/s/n, you get out of the car, too.

"Mama?" your son asks with a confused expression, still maintaining a little smile on his face.

You smile back down at him and say, "I'm walking you up to your daddy's house today, is all."

He shrug and nods, apparently accepting this.

He's such a good kid.

As you approach Charles, your smile twitches while you study him, but you say softly, "Hey, um... I... We..." Your tone sounds weak.

"Yes?" Charles asks, looking up. He looks perfect. As always.

Your eyes lock.

Please, Charles. I don't know how to say this. Please just understand.

His eyes remain blank. You let out a sigh.

And suddenly, you hug him.

Charles seems taken aback for only a moment, before he immediately hugs you back and says softly, "Hey... Want to come inside with me and Y/s/n?"

You nod. "Yes... Yes, please."

So Charles leads the two of you up to his flat. You sit down together on the couch, once again.

Last time you did this was the moment Charles cried out to you.

"Y/n, people change."

You swallow at the memory.

Is this another paradox? This time, will I be the one crying out to him?

Y/s/n is about to hop on the couch between you, but suddenly Charles scoops him up and says, "Hey, hey! I didn't get my hug from you yet, did I?!"

Your son giggles, getting comfortable on his father's lap, before giving him a big hug. "I scored a goal, Daddy..."

"You scored a goal?!" he grins. "Seriously?"

"Yeah! Mama cheered me on! I scored a goal when I played football!"

Charles looks so bright. Happy with his son. So proud. He doesn't get to see him as often as you do. "No way. You've got to be joking. Was it the winning goal?"

"Yep!" your son says proudly.

You find yourself smiling.

"Oh yeah, what was the score?"

Your son shrugs. "Dunno! But we won!"

You smile and mutter softly, "I think it was 4-1." Y/s/n plays in the little league team affiliated with his school.

"Yeah, but my goal made it 2-1, so I won it," he brags to his father.

Charles grins. "Oh, I'm sure it did. You know, I don't know where you got that talent for football from. Do you think Mama is good at football?"

Your son just shrugs with a grin, enjoying the affirmation from his father. "Dunno! But Mama is good at cuddling and playing with me."

Charles laughs. "Yeah, your mama takes good care of you." He glances at you with sparkling eyes, before looking back down at his son.

The two continue babbling on about sports and football and what not, until Charles finally ruffles his son's hair and says, "Well, buddy, I reckon it's time for me and Mama to have some alone time."

Y/s/n frowns. "Aw, why?"

"Because I want to talk with Mama about things that you won't care about. Boring grown-up stuff. Doesn't sound very fun, does it?"

Y/s/n shrugs, still looking uncertain.

"Hey, don't look so down. How about this? I'll go put on Cars for you. How's that sound?"

Your son grins at this, immediately jumping up, his demeanor changing abruptly. "Yeah, yeah!" he squeals, and you watch as Charles leaves with him to go set him up with that in another room.

But soon Charles is back. He gently shuts the door behind him as he enters the room, and immediately sits down next to you, facing you once more. "Hey, Y/n..." he says in a tentative but gentle tone.

You swallow. "Hey, Charles..." You feel yourself getting nervous again. "You're so... You're so good with Y/s/n."

He smiles. "You are, too."

There's no, And I'm sure we'd be even better with him together.

Charles meant it when he said he'd give up on it.

But you move closer to him. You take his hands. "This is a lot for me, Charles. I'm scared. I'm having issues with trust."

He nods slowly. "I know... I know..."

You swallow, and hug him again.

He holds you, hugging you back. He kisses your cheek. He whispers, "I understand if you're afraid. I understand if you're scared, or if you're having issues with trust. I'm so deeply sorry I've broken you like that."

Y/n, people change. And I can change.

The words come crashing into your mind like a ton of bricks, emerging from the depths of your memory.

"Charles-" you break in, your voice cracking. "Those words have haunted me."

"What words...?" he mutters softly.

You swallow. Breathe slowly. And you whisper, "You said to me 'Y/n, people change. And I can change.'"

"I have changed," he whispers.

"But," your voice cracks. "You said a lot of other s***, too. I remember, during our honeymoon..." A tear rolls down your face as Charles continues to hold you. "You said I'm yours and you're mine. You said we'd be forever. You said you'd do anything for me. You said we'd have three kids together, and you'd never stop loving me, and we would be a happy family. You said we'd grow old together, Charles. That's what you said. But all those promises- they were broken... They were broken."

"You didn't want them to be," he whispers calmly. "But don't you realize? Perhaps those promises were not broken, but rather, they have just not yet been fulfilled."

You look up at him, blinking. More tears roll down your cheeks. Charles gently wipes them away.

"I want to be able to fix what I did wrong. I want to be able to fulfill those promises I made to you. That's what I want, Y/n."

"Charles..." you breathe.

He looks so perfect.

"Yes?" he asks gently.

Your lip quivers, and you lean into his shoulder, and you sob.

And he lets you.

For however long, he holds you there, rubbing your back, letting you weep. Finally, you get a hold of yourself, and slowly pull away. You wipe your wet eyes with the backs of your hands, before sighing. "Charles, if we were to do this... If I were to give in..." You sniff. Your voice cracks again as you utter, "Please, don't hurt me again. I can't survive it again. I can't let you put me through that again..."

He pulls you to him again and whispers in your ear, "I won't. I won't. I won't let you down this time. Please don't be afraid of me... I want to love you... Let me love you... If you'll just let me, we can fix this... We have have a relationship in which we communicate more. Oh, Y/n..." he sighs. "Don't you realize how much I care? I- I would give my life for you."

You blink, staring at him.

Everything looks so promising. That's why you're scared.

It almost looks too promising.

"You say you would give your life for me. But would you really? Maybe you would you give your life for me if it meant losing it. But would you give your life to me while you're still alive? Would you clean the dishes? Would you help me when I'm sick? Would you grab an extra ingredient from the store if I needed it? Would you drive Y/s/n to school when you could? Would you really? You're gone half the year, as it is."

His jaw clenches, then un-clenches. "I would do anything and everything I could do for you. I want to share my life for you. Until death. And I'm one hundred percent sure on that. I've had years of thinking about this." There's hope in his lovely eyes.

So much hope.

You sigh, staring down at your lap.

"Y/n. I'm sorry. Please. Not only do I need your forgiveness. But your son does, too." He hesitates. "And I hope you know no matter what happens, the guilt of what I've done to you will weigh on me my whole life. That's why I want to fix it."

You gently slip your hand in his and whisper, "Please don't hurt me."

He wraps his fingers around your hand, holding it. "I won't."

You nod slowly, another tear rolls down your cheek, and it feels like all the molecules in your body are being ripped apart as you barely whisper, "Okay, Charles. We can try this again."

[chrisevansonly]

𝐖𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐧𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: it’s the holiday season in monaco, but after news broke that arthur wouldn’t be back to F2 or Ferrari Driver Academy, he’s worried that you’ll be just as disappointed as the world is…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: slight angst, mostly just arthur feeling a bit down, but very fluffy

𝐚/𝐧: my first arthur blurb🥹🥹 i just thought of this the other night and wanted to write a little something, it’s just a teeny one but i hope you enjoy!!

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When the news broke that Arthur wouldn’t be returning to F2 it took over the internet by storm, opinions coming in from left and right, negative and positive. Arthur felt a bit overwhelmed, and was anxious to talk to you about it, you’d been one of the most constant forms of happiness and support in his life, since he started F2 to now.

He didn’t want to disappoint you.

“Baby, you’ve been really quiet all night…does this have anything to do with all that news online?”

Arthur didn’t want to be so reserved and down on the first night you flew in to spend Christmas with him and his family, he had plans to take you to dinner later, see the Christmas lights around Monaco and here he was not his normal laughing self

“I love you…I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me..” your voice was soft as you leaned over to kiss his cheek, your heart squeezing at the sadness behind his eyes

“I just-I don’t want you to be upset or disappointed with me”

Your brows furrowed, not understanding what he would be talking about

“Arthur I’d never be disappointed in you baby…”

“But i’m not racing next year…i’m just-I don’t know..I don’t want you to be upset with me”

Frowning you squeezed his hands gently

“Arthur I love you so much, it doesn’t matter if you’re a formula racing driver or if you were an english teacher or hell lived on a tiny farm and milking goats for the rest of your life”

He couldn’t hold back the laugh that spilled from his lips at the sound of that

“My point is, I wouldn’t love you less just because life is taking a different course and you’re not racing anymore, I love you for you, not for your career my love…and that will never change, I’m so proud of you always”

“Promise..?”

His voice was quiet, almost afraid to ask

“I pinky promise, i’ve been here to support you since day one, and I’ll continue to support you for as long as you’ll have me”

Arthur smiled bringing you in for a kiss before pulling you into his side, it might have been news that wasn’t the best to announce during the holidays, but he knew you’d have his back through anything.

It didn’t matter if he never raced again, you’d be by his side no matter what, he knew that deep down, but hearing the reassurance come from you was enough to settle the racing thoughts in his head, you knew just as much he’d do the same for you, always having your back when you needed it.

The only thing he’d never have your back on is Christmas baking, because just like his brother Charles, he was useless in the kitchen.

[charlesf1leclerc]

heyy :)

would you be willing to write something fluffy of oscar and shy!reader? i just thibk that would be super cute, maybe she’s in uni or something?

🫶🫶

Summary-  a short blurb where Oscar Piastri helps you studying and ensures you there is no where else he would rather be. 

It’s was a quiet night for most you were currently in your dorm room stressing about this test you had tomorrow. You were so stressed you were currently in your second year of uni, two years into a four year course. Every test mattered in your opinion you hated failing hence why you spent most nights in your room studying rather than partying or socialising in general. At this point it was even a miracle you had a boyfriend, but you did you had a soft, kind , loving boyfriend Oscar Piastri. You had met in the Library last year around exam time when there were no other seats and he had no other option but to sit next to you, he brought you out of your shell he gave you a an confidence to talk and share things with a complete stranger things you don’t even share with your few close friends. He made you comfortable his aura was neutering he drew you in and he seemed to like you as well, love you actually you had both said the three words you were both madly in love you fit perfectly together like a puzzle.

You were now focused on the work in-front of you on the desk. A knock sounded at your door, which was unusual at this time. You were hesitant to get up and answer the door not knowing who’s out there, stranger danger and al you know.

“ it’s me love, Oscar , I have food” Oscar spoke through the door sweetly.

You got up off your desk answering the door and seeing his cute figure standing there in sweats and a hoodie along with a large pizza box.

“ movie night” he raised the pizza up smiling

“ I wish, but I have to study I’m sorry you can go have movie night with your friends if you want, I just don’t have time tonight”

“ that’s ok study night it is then” he shrugged walking in a sitting down on your bed

“ I really don’t want to bore you with this, you could be doing something way more fun” you pulled down the sleeves of your sweat shirt and walked over to where he say shutting the door behind you. 

“ Love it’s ok I wanna be here with you I don’t mind what we do, just as long as I’m near you” he patted the spot next to him on the bed.

“ now what are you studying?” He asked 

“ I have a history assessment tomorrow morning” you picked up the book and brought it over to him on the bed sitting down as he wrapped his arm around you. 

“ well I can try to help, pizza and history my favrouite kind of night” he laughed

“ are you sure you don’t mind this I know it’s boring” you looked him in the eyes.

“Of course I don’t mind now let’s have some pizza and give me a look at this” he said as he picked up the paper and kissed your forehead.

Yeah Oscar and you may sometimes be quite different but you will always be perfect for each other he gets you and you get him. 

[starlight-library]

Romeo & Romeo | AL x MS

pairing: mafia!mick schumacher x arthur leclerc

summary: one is from mercedes and a mafia prince. the other is the youngest brother to the mafia prince of ferrari. arthur is suppose to steer clear of the mafia world as a whole and mick is suppose to just follow his big brother, lewis', footsteps. yet worlds collide. now, they have to decide on their loyalty to their families or follow their hearts.

warning: nothing for this part chapter???

wc: 2.3K

a/n: for @norrisleclercf1 since I gave you the brain worms I must pay the brain worm toll. mafia au!

Monaco is a gorgeous city that has a lot of tourists come and go. Celebrities too. Even at night, the nightlife was so lively. There was always something to do and you truly couldn’t get bored. It was also the biggest city for the top ten mafias in the entire world. As much as Monaco was beautiful it was also highly dangerous when you start poking around too much. Arthur wasn’t stupid. He knew that and prided himself on the fact. He knew what his brother does for work and what “family” he worked for. It wasn’t hard given all the men coming in and out of the house in their suits. The late night conversations. The nights Charles came home bruised and bloodied. How he always cursed the other families, the negotiations, all of it. Arthur knew but he didn’t say anything. For Charles’ sake. 

Like right now. 

Charles mentioned something about going out tonight and Arthur locked himself in his room to finish his homework. Arthur was hunched over his desk, eyes burning, and he’s .5 seconds ready from ripping his homework up and failing the assignment. 

‘Need to fix my car. Wanna help?-OB

Arthur reads the text before looking at the time. It’s close to 10:30 and Arthur knows he should stay in and finish his homework. He’s so close to being done that if he just sat and focused he could finish it before midnight and actually get more than 4 hours of sleep and that sounded…so nice. Bringing his gaze to his homework, Arthur feels his frustration spike. Sure, his assignment isn’t due till the end of the week but his professor (who’s never liked him because Arthur isn’t tolerating any of his bullshit) has basically axed his entire design and had Arthur start from the beginning. The memories make Arthur grit his teeth and he’s half tempted to bitch to Charles but he isn’t sure how that would end so Arthur replies. 

’Meet you there-AL’ 

Standing up, Arthur changes. He throws on some jeans and a t-shirt and a hoodie. He grabs his keys, phone, wallet, and headphones. Shoving them into his pockets, he makes his way downstairs. He looks up quickly and throws a hand up to his brother. “Hi Charlie,” he starts as he heads to the door and stops before promptly turning. “Oh Charlie,” Arthur stares at his older brother, surprised, “What are you doing at home? I thought you were going out?”

“I am.” His brother glances at Arthur and frowns, “where are you going? It’s almost,” checking his watch, “10:30 in the night. You know better than to go out at this hour. You should be getting ready for bed instead of going out, you know how dangerous it is to go out at this hour.” Turning to face his younger brother, he crosses his arms over his chest, “you better have a good reason for wanting to go out this late.”

“Ollie wanted to see the new Beetlejuice movie,” Arthur answers easily. His heart hurts lying to his brother but he knows if Charles found out the truth of where Arthur was really going, Arthur would never see the light of day again besides uni. Even that would probably mean more security, “he just finished his homework and there’s one more showing in about 20 minutes.” Before Charles could speak, Arthur jumps in, “it’s right by 4 Clover.” There was a silent understanding of what that meant.

That meant the theater was in neutral grounds, just like 4 Clover and the university. That meant Arthur should be safe and if anyone dared to do something they’d be breaking an agreement that all the families had agreed upon and that is something Arthur didn’t want to envision.

Arthur clasps his hands gently behind his back while the silence really settles between them. Studying his brother’s face, Arthur knew that Charles was mulling it over. On one hand, it was late and Arthur wouldn’t deny that and Charles loves Ollie like a little brother too which meant the idea of both Arthur and Ollie being out this late with no protection and supervision was eating at him. On the other hand, Charles was pushing for Arthur to have a normal life which meant stuff like this. Late night movies, bites, partying (though Arthur never had time with his classes, homework, and work). Charles sighs and Arthur holds his breath.

“Fine,” Charles finally says, “you may go to the movies with Ollie but.” Charles looks pointedly at Arthur, “you call me if anything happens and I mean anything. Even if someone looks at you funny, you call me. I also expect you to come home straight after the movie. It’ll be well after midnight and you’re already pushing it by going out this late. Understood?”

“Yes,” Arthur says. He’s careful not to sound too excited. He doesn’t want to raise any suspicion and Charles tells him no or worse, follows him. He smiles at his brother as he nods, “I understand. Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, probably. Just—be careful, please?” Arthur asks as he moves to the front door. All that earns is a nod and grunt from Charles and Arthur slips out the door before Charles decides to revoke this rare gratitude and leniency he’s spared on Arthur.

Parking three blocks down Arthur gets down and locks his car. Pulling his hood up Arthur walks the three blocks to an abandoned garage strip. Looking at the doors he mumbles to himself before seeing a light. He knocks on the side door three times and waits till it’s cracked open and Arthur is greeted by brunette hair and the familiar sunshine smile before the door is open and Arthur slinks in and closes it behind him. “Hey,” Arthur takes his hood off as he follows Ollie back over to the black chrome Ferrari Ollie was currently working on.

“Hey yourself! Glad you could make it tonight. Was it easy?”

“No,” Arthur sighs as he plops down on a swivel stool that they kept around. Pushing himself gently, he stops next to Ollie who is back under the hood of his car, “Charles was still home oddly enough. I could have sworn he was leaving around 10 but guess it got pushed back or something,” shaking his head, Arthur runs his fingers through his hair, “told him we were seeing the new Beetlejuice movie tonight and he wants me home right after so I think I can spare about…an hour and thirty?”

Ollie nods slightly and chuckles softly while blindly reaching for something. Thankfully, Arthur knows and offers the headlamp to Ollie which he accepts. “Well, I shouldn’t need anything more than an hour tops?” Glancing at Arthur as he puts the headlamp on, “are you hungry? We could get food before we head home.”

“I would like that actually.” Arthur smiles at Ollie, “so what happened this time?”

“Well, I was due for an oil change for starters,” Ollie explains, “but something’s rattling around in here.” Making a face, “I’m convinced someone came in here and dropped some shit in here to fuck with me,” he grumbles as he continues to see what is making the noise in his car, “how are classes?”

“Well, I was due for an oil change for starters,” Ollie explains, “but something’s rattling around in here.” Making a face, “I’m convinced someone came in here and dropped some shit in here to fuck with me,” he grumbles as he continues to see what is making the noise in his car, “how are classes?”

Arthur lets a grunt out at the question before going on a tangent about his shitty professor and how he has to start his entire assignment. It then turned into a rant about how this professor has always had it out for him when Arthur had called the professor out last semester. It was something stupid, Arthur can’t even remember what it was, and from there the professor had it out for him and Arthur refused to just put up with it silently and the battle has only continued into this semester.

Arthur’s so invested in his ranting that he misses the voices growing closer to the garage. He stops when the door is flung open and a boy with curly brunette hair is semi tossed in. Arthur immediately stands as the second figure steps in though he’s not looking as he closes the door. When the figure turns, Arthur feels like the world freezes. Compared to the curly hair, this guy was taller. Maybe roughly 5’9. He’s got blonde hair and the prettiest blue eyes he’s ever seen. Truly, Arthur finds it impossible to stop staring at the other. Glancing at his clothes, he sees that he’s just in jeans and a t-shirt but he eyes the sleek black helmet he has before looking back and they lock eyes.

“Um,” the blonde starts and Arthur nearly swoons hearing the German accent, “This is not our garage.”

“No shit,” the shorter male looking Arthur up and down as Arthur glances when Ollie snaps his head to look at them before coming out from under the hood.

“Hey guys, no no it’s okay,” Ollie laughs softly. “No worries. Mistakes happen, I’ve accidentally wandered into your garage once or twice.” Gesturing to the blonde’s helmet, “going for a ride?”

“Uh yeah, yeah we are.”

“Well, be careful.” Arthur isn’t sure what possessed him to speak but he can’t stop now, “it’s that time for cops to make quota so they’re out more often. Especially at night.”

“Oh! Thank you for the heads up, that’s really good to know.” The blonde extends his hand and Arthur melts seeing him smile. It’s soft, bright, friendly and a bit goofy but also reminds Arthur of a golden retriever almost, “I’m Mick.”

Shaking his hand, “Arthur.”

“Well, nice to meet you Arthur.”

“You too.” A bit of an awkward silence falls between them and they can hear Ollie teasing Kimi for needing a babysitter. Arthur clears his throat before Mick is speaking again, “so do you…” gesturing to Ollie’s car, Arthur understood what Mick was trying to say.

“Oh, no, I just watch and help Ollie.” Glancing at the Brit for a quick moment, “when he lets me touch his baby.” 

The two chuckles while Mick nods, “ah I see.”

“Uh, you ride?” Arthur asks.

“Oh! Yeah I do, actually. I keep extras in the garage to fix up. Have you ever ridden?”

“No, actually. I haven’t. Never met anyone who rode a bike.”

“Would you like to?”

Arthur stares at Mick a bit dumbfounded. He wasn’t expecting Mick to offer a ride considering they just met though he would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited. Not only would get to be a backpack for someone but he would be a backpack for a very cute boy. Though he remembers Charles' words and the time crunch he was on. He also did not need one of his brother’s “friends” seeing him and reporting back to Charles and suddenly Arthur is now under extra surveillance. “Oh, thank you so much for the offer but I can’t tonight,” his heart hurts seeing the slight disappointment that crosses over Mick’s face.

 Quickly fishing his phone out of his pocket, Arthur holds it out with a smile, “but if you put your number in my phone, we could go another time.”

Arthur smiles as Mick lights up like a child on Christmas as he takes the phone to add his contact in. When Arthur gets his phone back, he adds a dog emoji next to his name before sending a quick text so Mick has his number.

“Mick! Let's go.”

Mick turns and glares at the younger male for a moment before sighing and looking back at Arthur, “text me what days or times work for you, okay?” Mick is walking backwards towards the door and is almost out before turning, “also text me when you get home, please? Since the cops are out.”

Arthur swears it’s 30 degrees hotter in this garage suddenly and judging by the snicker Ollie gives him, he’s blushing, “Yeah! Yeah I will. Be safe.”

“I will,” Mick smiles before leaving the garage.

Arthur stares at the space Mick was just occupying as a small grin forms on his face. He turns slightly, “He’s…really sweet.”

“Oh my god, gross.” Ollie teases. “Don’t tell me you’re already crushing on him.”

“I–no!” Arthur’s voice goes up a bit, “I just–he’s really sweet and cute and hot and rides a bike and shut up so we can get food!” Ollie laughs as he returns to work on his car, teasing Arthur who swears he is not crushing on the German before the duo were debating what to eat for dinner.

Arthur gets home five minutes before midnight. After getting ready for bed he texts Mick that he’s home before crawling into bed. Staring at his ceiling, Arthur replays the conversation in his head over and over and over. He just cannot get over how blue Mick’s eyes are or how fluffy his hair looks or how he has a breathtaking smile or how he just lights up a room when he enters. Arthur lets out a content sigh with a smile on his face before his eyes widen and he covers his face.

He can’t like Mick given his ties to the Ferrari family. Arthur couldn’t live with himself if Mick ended up getting hurt all because of Arthur’s last name. Grabbing a pillow, he covered his face and groaned into it as reality set in and weighed on him. This was something he could not entertain no matter how much he wanted to for the safety of Mick and it was smart to end it now before Arthur fell deeper.

Why was his luck so shitty?

[moviecritc]

Hi, so I've recently watched the Thanksgiving movie with Patrick Dempsey and it was sooo good. So I wanted to ask if you could please write something about Charles dating actress!reader who stars in a horror movie but even tho he is not a big fan of horror movies he agrees to watch it for her because he wants to be the best boyfriend so could you please write it with a mix of smau with nell verlaque as face claims 🫶🏻

supportive boyfriend ⋆ charles leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x actress!reader

word count: 601

warnings: mixed smau and writing

a/n: i, too, am not a huge fan of horror movies (i hate them actually), also this was quite short but i hope you like it <3

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user1 the bond they all have >>>>

addisonrae ❤️👻

user2 i love her so so much

user3 omg i watched the movie and it was amazing!!

user4 y/n the new scream queen frr

user5 wait tf is charles leclerc doing in her likes

user6 girl they're dating u didn't know? she went to promote one her movies to the miami gp last year, they met, become really good friends and they started dating. it was like a rom com truly user5 that's so cute

user7 anyone expecting charles reaction for this new movie? we all know how fearful he is

user8 yess he's probably biting his nails trying to come up with ideas to not see it

And he was.

He was more than proud of his girlfriend and loved seeing her on screen. He always watched her latest movies on the plane when she wasn’t around. But this was the first horror movie she’d made, and the idea of watching it terrified him. He had always struggled with that genre; his two brothers loved horror movies and insisted on watching them when they were kids, which led to Charles having countless sleepless nights.

He had tried to convince Max or Arthur to watch it before him and tell him if it was too scary, but neither of them had time. He searched for summaries on YouTube, but it was still too early for people to have summarized it.

The only thing left was to mentally prepare himself. Be very aware that it was all fiction and that nothing would come after him once the movie ended.

He arrived at his girlfriend’s apartment, greeting her with a kiss and a box of her favorite sweets along with a rose.

“Aw, thanks, Charlie,” she hugged him and gave him a longer kiss. “Come on, I’ve got everything ready to watch it.”

Y/N was truly excited, and it showed on her face. She was very proud of this project and eager to show it to her biggest supporter at last. Charles knew this and had done everything possible to stay calm. But then he saw the setup: Y/N had turned down all the lights, leaving only a few candles lit, and the movie was already on the TV. The poster showed her covered in blood with a terrified expression.

“Are you ready?” Y/N said, sitting on the couch. Charles followed suit, and she snuggled up against his chest.

“Of course,” he said immediately. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Y/N looked at him with a little smile and kissed his cheek before pressing play. The first fifteen minutes were fine; they were introducing the plot and the characters. But then the tone of the movie started to darken, and Charles shifted nervously in his seat. Y/N noticed and intertwined her hand with Charles’, placing it on her chest.

Y/N realized how Charles flinched several times during the next few minutes, so she sat up and paused the movie.

“What’s wrong?” Charles asked instantly, completely confused though secretly relieved to have a moment to rest.

“Charles, you know I won’t be mad if you’re scared to watch the movie, right?” Y/N spoke with a sweet smile.

Charles pressed his lips together and looked down, just enough for Y/N to widen her smile and kiss him, cupping his cheeks with her hands. “I’m not scared,” he said in the middle of the kiss. Y/N raised her eyebrows, said nothing, and exited the movie. “But don’t turn it off, I want to watch it, I swear!”

“Char…”

“No, let’s watch it, mon amour,” Charles insisted, taking control of the remote.

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charlesleclerc IT WAS DARK AND I FELT SOMETHING IN MY FACE I WAS SCARED

[agendabymooner]

"slut" ! charles l. x ofc (filo!celebrity!ofc)

"we'll pay the price, i guess."

summary: charles leclerc's ex trashed on his new girlfriend, who was his friend first before she became a lover. charles and the fans didn't stand for that kind of behaviour.

OR his ex tried to compare herself to louella lourdes villar, but even charles knew that no one could compete with her. after all, he wouldn't write songs with anyone unless the melody fit perfectly with his rhythm. (based on this request)

content warning: use of explicit language, ofc's discography is based on taylor swift, toxic!fictional ex (maddie lisandro) is not a girls' girl, hateful comments from ex, charles and ofc being each other's "homie hopper", wingman!arthur mentioned

note: i've tried my best anon 😭 it's my reading week so i'm gonna get one more homework out of the way and try to write as much stuff as a girl can do!! enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

i. "homie hoppers" but it's just a vice versa thing

ii. charles the muse

iii. haters gonna hate, shake it off

iv. made in monaco

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arthur_leclerc when the songs aren't depressing and not charles-coded >>> liked by louellalourdes

lorenzotl congratulations ella bella!!! i hope you do well in the job! ❤️ liked by louellalourdes

louellalourdes merci enzo!

pierregasly new best friend on the grid 🤩 liked by louellalourdes

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user1 she's doing side quests what-

user2 how tf do you go from being an actress in the philippines to writing and making songs to working for formula one? 😭

user3 connections. connections we don't have

user4 if girlie is a barbie she'd be a "you can do anything" type 😕 liked by louellalourdes

alpinef1team have fun controlling those two 😩 i believe in you lou! liked by louellalourdes

louellalourdes i already got them on a leash don't worry admin! 🥰

alpinef1team stan lou villar for clear skin 🙌

charles_leclerc glad to work with you, bebe ❤️ liked by louellalourdes

louellalourdes my favourite co-writer 💅

[translation: i'm very proud of my darling.]

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user1 CHARLOU ERA 😩

user2 my guy went from wanting to hop his homie to writing love songs with his homie-turned-lover ❤️

arthur_leclerc too many Ls and none of them belong to ella bella 😩

user3 it's okay you can say maddie lisandro

arthur_leclerc hehe

user4 BRO WHY YOU BEEFING WITH THE EX ARTHUR 😭

landonorris tell her that i love her new album please 😳 liked by charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc she said she can also sign the vinyl

landonorris can she give me new merch too?!!!

louellalourdes how much money do you earn per year again landonorris?

user5 YES BBY HUMBLE THEM

alex_albon i just want an autograph 👉👈

charles_leclerc since you asked nicely 🤩

maxverstappen1 charles stop exploiting her

charles_leclerc she has all of the clout 😕

user6 these millenials are making me cringe actually stfu charles 😭

user7 no deadass i'm actually physically cringing- don't say "clout" ever again

louellalourdes merci my love ❤️ liked by charles_leclerc

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Quick intro- I love to write and think. Day dreaming is my main hustle!

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Masterlist

Requests are open

Formula 1

Requests

Lando Norris

SMAU

Please, Please, Please Stranger in the sun

Imagine

Hate you Last Straw

Fading Shadow

Max Verstappen

Imagine

The Exception Unravelling Max's Mystery In another life

SMAU

Medicine & Motors Short n Sweet

Logan Sargeant

Imagine

Mission- Cheer up Logan Unforseen Affection

Oscar Piastri

Imagine

The illusion of destiny

Tragic Circumstance Growth & Realisation

Grand Prix morning Accelerating Emotions Your brother's Oscar Piastri?

SMAU

From Pitches to Podium

Charles Leclerc

Imagine

The Sky Between Us Replaced

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SMAU

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Arthur Leclerc

Imagine

Luxury in Love’s Blind Spot

Eternal Luxury

Lewis Hamilton

Imagine

Renewed Passion

Falling for You Again

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Racing Smiles

Carlos Sainz Jr

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Harmonies on the fast lane

Imagine

Safe Haven

Lance Stroll

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Lights, Camera, Stroll

Fernando Alonso

Imagine

Fernando's protege

Yuki Tsunodo

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Fri(end)s

Zhou Guanyu

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High Speed Hearts

Daniel Riccardo

Imagine

Alternate Universe

BTS

Kim Seokjin

Hybrid!Seokjin x reader

Jeon Jungkook

Royal Heart (Crown Prince!Jungkook x Maid!Reader

Kim Namjoon

Cinematic sparks (Lewis Hamilton’s sister!Reader)

[multidimensionalslvt]

۪۫🐾'۪ 𖧵 introducing my archeologist-YouTuber dr ˊ˗

A/n: FINALLY GOT MY MOTIVATION 😭😭. If you have any questions ask!!

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ME - E - EE .ᐟ

✶⋆. birth name : Moira Swan

✶⋆. online name : Angel

✶⋆. nicknames : ang, mor, moi

✶⋆. nationality : Swedish-American

✶⋆. birthday : September 27

✶⋆. zodiac : libra

✶⋆. languages : Swedish, English, German

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PERSONALITY .ᐟ

✶⋆. traits : quick thinker, genius, creative, hilarious, adventurous, compelling, attractive, initiative, problem solver, sarcastic, flirty, competitive

✶⋆. likes : going on runs, digging, archeology, coffee, drunk karaoke, dancing, working out, chocolate chip pancakes, reading, playing guitar, Dr Pepper, F1, going to the beach, Taylor Swift, flirting with people, being unhinged on the internet, my friends, making youtube videos, Streaming on twitch, hockey, animals, learning about history

✶⋆. dislikes : Littering, Poaching, nosy people, Dr Pepper haters, people that slut shame, being told to calm down, the smell of nail polish, rude people, lavender scented things, liars

✶⋆. known for : the songs ‘maneater’ ‘slumber party’ ‘circus’ ‘promiscuous’ ‘obsessed’ ‘where u @‘ , iconic one liners,, being an archeologist, angelsplaining, being bffs with jshlatt, being friends with Charles and Arthur Leclerc, being a formula one stan, streaming, being a YouTuber, party girl, flirting with EVERYONE, being a swiftie, being beautiful, where I’m from, reading spicy books, taking so many photos, having cool hair, being up at crazy hours, having an insane converse collection, having best fan interactions, drunk karaoke, vlogging, being a hunger games, marvel, and criminal minds stan, simping for celebrities and fictional characters on the main, being unhinged, knowing basically everyone

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APPEARANCE .ᐟ

✶⋆. face claim : Madison Bailey

✶⋆. height : 5’6

✶⋆. hair : My hair is a mixture of red, ash blond, brown (like a calico cat I suppose).

✶⋆. extra : I have light freckles, septum piercing, 5 ear piercings on both sides, belly piercing, central labreth piercing, mountain looking birthmark on my thigh, scar on my hand from my first time in the field, 16 plus tattoos

✶⋆. style : idrk how to describe it but it’s a mix of everything. Casual and abstract.

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FAMILY/BACKSTORY .ᐟ

✶⋆. backstory ; Grew up in Sweden until my brother and I were 10 years old. (Our parents were not rich but well off) Then we moved to the USA. Mal and I started carting in Sweden at age 6. At 12 our parents died in an accident. And we were forced into foster care. My brother and I stopped carting for a while until we were 14 and my sister convinced him to continue. When our sister became 18, she started raising us. We lived in Texas. Until we graduated highschool (mal and I graduated a year early) then I went to college and my sister and brother moved to cali. I graduated at 20 then I jumped head first into my archeological career.

sibling one

✶⋆. name : Nevaeh Swan

✶⋆. age : 28

✶⋆. career : professional dance choreographer.

✶⋆. extra : we’re so close omg. She has a YouTube channel.

sibling two

✶⋆. name : MalakI Swan

✶⋆. age : 24

✶⋆. career : formula 2 racer (soon to be f1)

✶⋆. extra : my twin. we’re known as the trouble twins😭. Oh and I forced him to make a yt channel.

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LIFE .ᐟ

✶⋆. job : archeologist, streamer, youtuber

✶⋆. main friends : handsum fella, Jshlatt, Ludwig, Jack Manifold, Hasanabi, Austin show, Carina Singh (my manager), Lando Norris, Logan Saergant, Valkyrae

social media

✶⋆. youtube channels : I have like 3

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ subscribers : 999k

⊹ content : random facts about archeology, have a segment called “angelsplaining” where I basically explain shit.

✧ user : angel.digz

✧ subscribers : 714k

✧ content : gaming content/like more of my streaming content

ᯓ extra : I also am thinking about having a vlog channel. And my siblings and I have a channel for our podcast.

✶⋆. twitch :

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ followers : 645k

⊹ content : this is more so streams about my day job ig.

✧ user : Angel.digz

✧ followers : 701k

✧ content : where I do video games or tier lists or wtv. I also have a segment called “angelic nights” where I pull all nighters with my guests. We stream 3-4 hours then vlog the rest.

✶⋆. instagram : I have 3 accounts. My 3rd one is private.

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ followers : 991k

✧ user : angel.jpg

✧ followers : 289k

✶⋆. tiktok :

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ followers : 1.01 m

⊹ content : a bunch of shit tbh idk how to describe.

✧ user : angeldigzdeeznuts

✧ followers : 21k

✧ content : this is my alt so I just post unhinged videos?? Idk😭

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PETS .ᐟ

number one

✶⋆. name : Cassius

✶⋆. age : 2 years

✶⋆. species : frog!!

number two

✶⋆. name : Calliope

✶⋆. age : 3 years

✶⋆. species : birb!!

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[futuregws]

No but for real fans need to take a real step back and analyze their parasocial relationships with the drivers (currently it’s seems to be especially Charles & Arthur)

Fans are not part of their relationships!

We don’t know when they broke up, we don’t know when they started dating someone new and we shouldn’t even care if cheating was involved or not because we aren’t part of these relationships. And I get majorly sight-eyeing cheating but even then we still aren’t part of this relationship.

We only know what was or wasn’t shared on social media. And the things some fans dig up that border on stalking … 🙃

And since they don’t share every minute of they day, every meal, every grocery shopping trip, every time they went to the bathroom we only know a small part of their lives. And we really shouldn’t try to pry into their private lives especially their own personal relationships. Cause People really got too comfortable snooping around other people’s private lives. I even understand gossip, a bit of mindless gossip is fun (like the Alsonso/ Taylor Swift thing at the start of the season) but so many take it way too far and actually take some gossip as fact.

Also this specific kind of fangirls need to understand that they do not matter! I’ve read so many IG gossip accounts & their anonymous submissions going all „oh no Charles changed! He only cares about money! He’s no longer who I thought he was! He’s a horrible (insert current new buzzword they learnt)! See even his driving is suffering because he’s dating Alex!“

and more bla bla & than you have fans who meet the guy, other TP‘s, presenters, journalists and other actual important people praising him, saying that he’s a great sportsman, driver & person & and genuine friendly guy. But sure him dating someone new makes him a horrible person & that’s why he’s loosing races & will apparently loose his career 🙄

Yup. I understand being upset if the celeb you like so much cheats on their partner, bc cheating is disgusting, but it's different when you don't even know if cheating happened, they think it did bc of the narrative they created in their heads but when there's nothing to back that up and it's purely fictional basically, to then go and hate on people for it is on a whole other level of weird. And I feel like one of the biggest victims of this is Charles and what they call him ever since he broke up with Charlotte and got with Alex, and now it's shifting over to Arthur, Idk what people's obsession is with trash talking the Leclercs but geez do they need to get a fucking life

[musicallisto]

john marston or arthur morgan?

carlos sainz or charles leclerc?

nina zenik or wylan van eck?

john marston or arthur morgan?

listen, I know it's cheating but I am literally unable to pick between these two. maybe a few years ago I would've said arthur because I spent so much time with him during rdr2, but johns journey (with abigail and jack too) through both games is literally so gut wrenching and then his final moments in the original game are just,,, too painful. they are simply brothers and i can't separate them😭

carlos sainz or charles leclerc?

obviously I adore charles and I am a c² girlie first and a human second and I would actually agree he is probably the better driver out of the two (at least the most consistent), but... i am simply too bewitched by those big brown cow eyes. carlos is my favorite driver for many reasons (hispanics gotta stick together🥺), but basically i love his grinta, i like his assertiveness ontrack and how he's not afraid to tell ricky he is the man in the box and he knows what he's doing, which i find lacking in charles (and which allows him to be screwed over by ferrari's strategies over and over again). singapore '23 was the pinnacle of my motorsport fan career, the only thing that came close to that high was silverstone '24

nina zenik or wylan van eck?

nina!!!!!! nina is like. the same person as me. she's legit my favorite fictional character (along with arthur morgan, coincidentally <3) and I used to be so obsessed with her. she is everything 💖

make me choose between two people

[sexyferrari]

Beautiful world of ours

Royalty au in which Prince Charles Leclerc quickly falls fond of his mentor, swordsmen & blacksmith Pierre.

Synopsis:

Pierre’s lips curled into another curious smile when he discovered Charles still standing in the doorway, looking confused and unpleased about the entire situation. He opened the chest and sifted through a few swords before settling on one that seemed fit and handed it to Charles.

“I’ll go easy on you If that’s what you’re worried about?” Pierre said as Charles apprehensively reached out and wrapped his hand around the sword. It was so foreign to him that the weight of it felt weird in his hand.

“Something like that,” he nodded slowly, struggling to come up with ways to get around this.

“Come on, you’ll feel better once we’re at it in the courtyard,” Pierre promised, heading toward Charles to slip past him and out of the door, his own sword he had been sharpening now in hand.

“Relax. I don’t bite,” he added with a little wink as he brushed past and confidently marched off into the center of the courtyard, leaving Charles feeling panicked for more reasons than one, and honestly quite hungry.

[sainz-leclerc]

Ok , I am convinced that people don’t really read fics about Arthur bcs there aren’t enough.

And writers don’t write about him bcs they haven’t seen as much hype for him as for his brother.

So I am proclaiming myself the CEO of Arthur Leclerc fan fiction 💪🏻

I will make sure this man gets the recognition he deserves and I will do a damn good job

End of statement * mic drop 🎤 *

[charlesf1leclerc]

I would like to request something with Ollie when you two date and when it comes out many people have an opinion about you’re relationship as you’re four years older than him you knew that it would come like that but this people have no idea about you’re relationship and to be more exactly it’s none of their damn business but as the mean comments took overhand you restricted the comments on you’re Instagram are you such an bad person for wanting to be with the person you love? When you first met Ollie you would have never thought that he would fall in love with you or that you will meet you’re soulmate with 22 but you love him so much and he makes you so happy and you still can’t believe that he loves you you love everything about him from his smile, face, laugh, hair his chest which is you’re favorite pillow and of course his hands which you love to hold and his his strong arms which he puts around you whenever he has the chance to and no one will ruin this for you.❤️

Hellooo this is such a. Good request and I would write it but actually a fellow amazing writer on tumblr has already basically written this request and i don’t want to write something along the same lines as I believe they have done such a good job. Hope you don’t mind but here is the story, it’s practically the same as your request ❤️ Ollie bearman fic - by @musingsbyshreya

[blueathens]

Harry’s House

A collection of purely fictional stories based on Harry Styles songs.  

All summaries are subject to change

Music For a Sushi Restaurant - (Pedri González) ↬ Pedri and Y/n decide to go on a date (after not being able to for a little while due to work) and they went back to their favourite restaurant.

Late Night Talking - (Rúben Dias) ↬ Rúben and Y/n could be doing anything, even watching paint dry, but as long as he was with her, he didn’t care what they did.

Grapejuice - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ A nervous Daniel is at her door with a bottle a wine that he accidentally calls roses.

As It Was - (Steve Harrington) ↬ Steve never grew up in a loving household, but instead he found a loving family within his girlfriend and the kids they joint ‘babysit.’

Daylight - (Pedri González) ↬ Pedri wants to be back with his girlfriend rather than be on the other side of the world than her, but he feels like he’s the only one feeling that way. (Links with Daylight by Taylor Swift)

Little Freak - (JJ Maybank, ft Pope Heyward) ↬ Y/n was now with Pope, and JJ watches in regret as he was the reason they couldn’t last in their short relationship.

Matilda - (James Potter) ↬ Sirius and his siblings were always mistreated at home, James took two under his wing - his best friend and girlfriend - but Sirius was always able to push those memories away, but Y/n couldn’t and James was going to be there for her to make sure she knew she still had a family.

Matilda - (Charles Leclerc) ↬ Y/n is one of the greatest actors of all time. Along with being one of the greatest actors of all time, she is also Arthur’s best friend, and have been for longer than they could remember. Along with being best friends with the youngest Leclerc, she is also dating the second eldest Leclerc brother, Charles Leclerc. But despite having all those goods, Y/n wished for one more thing, for her family to take an active interest in her, but they never do, they never did. As she carries this unfulfilled wish, a musician decides to write a song for her - a song that it was okay to do it all by herself and that she did, without even realising, have a family already.

OR

↬ In which Charles’ best friend and lover has never had a family to fall back onto, or ever had anyone being her plus one for those award shows, or even had someone to hold her hand whenever a stunt goes wrong, or even had someone tell her they were proud of her. No, she never had that until realising the fans have become her family, and until Charles stumbled into her life. (Links with This Is Me Trying)

Cinema - (Steve Harrington) ↬ After some comments at a party of guys saying that Steve wasn’t ‘good enough’ or ‘bet she always fakes it with him.’ He takes her to the bathroom to prove them all wrong.

Daydreaming - (Jude Bellingham) ↬ Loving Y/n was like a daydream, but she wasn’t his to love no more, but he thinks maybe she did in fact love him still just like he did.

Keep Driving - (Rúben Dias) ↬ After the actress and the footballer had a difficult time of their relationship being too publicised for them, he takes her out in his car to get away for a little bit.

Satellite - (Charles Leclerc) ↬ Charles admits to Y/n that when she is ready, he’ll be there waiting for her.

Boyfriends - (Peter Parker) ↬ Peter likes his best friend, but she was taken by a man who didn’t treat her the way she deserved to be treated.

Love Of My Life - (Peter Parker) ↬ Y/n didn’t remember him, but Peter tells her about the love of his life, not knowing it was her.

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[charlesf1leclerc]

Hey everyone,

I’m going to write three fics all with the same kinda storyline just modified for different drivers it’s gonna be about a family holiday with those drivers and y/n. Im doing one for Lando and Charles but I need to decide on a third driver but thought you guys could vote for who you would like. Xx

after this I will get back to all my requests

[charlesf1leclerc]

REQUESTS OPEN and update

Helloo, so I’m all free to write now, i still have 2 more requests sitting in my inbox which I will do in the next 24 hours but my requests are back open

****If you have a request for KUWTL in my inbox know I will do it in the next 24 hours it’s just i want to post about the third child before I write those fics but that will all come in 24 hours.*****

anyone I’ve seen that my spicy fic caught has been the most popular do feel free to send in some spicy fics now that I’m not to scared to write them as I know they are liked now and also poly fics seem to be the thing at the moment so if you want I’m ok with writing them to.

please note I will try to get fics out as fast as i possibly can thanks for your patience. Please also note that I understand not everyone is comfortable with everything I write hence why some posts have warnings trying to make everyone aware. Also only requests for the lists of drivers I write for. Thanks so much for the love!