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jude-duarte-wannabe · 4 months ago

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Charles jealousy smut please!

my own little devil

order up!

hi lovely thanks for the request, i have been dying to write this and i am a charles girl so i may have gone a little feral while writing this, so apologies in advance <3 i did end up picking prompts from my bakery list to go with this just fyi and those prompts will be bolded.

pairing; charles leclerc x female fwb reader

blurb; your devious little plan to make charles jealous and regret leaving you high and dry the previous night goes wrong.

warnings; biting kink, rough sex, a speck of breeding, spit, dirty thoughts, wall sex, google translated french, semi public sex, creampie, hair pulling, dirty talking, oral fem!receiving, possessive behavior, choking, mentions of pregnancy, dom!charles. [let me know if i missed anything!]

chai; biting or hickeys [i picked biting] lemonade; possessive vodka shot; rough sex tea; semi public doppio; wall sex chocolate mousse; "i'm sorry" croissant; "don't you dare" pancake; "no, we can't, not here" sugar pie; "stop wriggling" boston cream pie; "fuck, it's dripping down your legs"

currently playing; jealous by nick jonas "cause you're too fuckin' beautiful and everybody wants a taste, that's why i still get jealous"

it was all his fault, at least thats what you told yourself when you came up with this devious little plan in the first place, that it was charles's fault for up and leaving before you'd been able to cum around his cock last night.

he'd showed up at your place around two in the morning tipsy and in a grump from having lost the race earlier in the day begging you to make him feel better and so naturally since he was the best fuck you'd ever had, you let him have his way with you but his way last night was utter fucking torment.

he enjoyed, no he loved seeing you beg and he was hoping you'd be begging tonight down on your sweet little knees but you had decided that, that was not going to be the case, you wanted to be the one to have him on his fucking knees for a change.

you knew deep down that this dress would do the trick, the red satin hugged your figure, attaching itself to each and every curve of your body and the bra you wore pushed your boobs so far up that they could fall out of your dress with one wrong move, you looked like a sin; that was all charles was capable of thinking the moment he saw you walk into the club, his own personal little devil.

when you brushed past him on your way to the bar, your fingers grazed across his crotch and the slight gasp he let out made you smirk "you are playing a dangerous game douce fille" charles whispered to himself as he watched you go, hips swinging with every step, charles couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight, desperate for a taste.

charles was fine with letting you wander about the club showing off for him but what he didn't like was you showing off for all the other men there as well with your ass practically hanging out the bottom of your dress, you were his and he wasn't gonna let another guy lay a hand on you, so while he let you have your space, he found his eyes traveling over to you every now and then just to make sure you weren't getting into any mischief.

but little did either of you know, mischief was heading your way. when you felt a hand brush across your back so close to your ass as you leaned across the bar to take your drink from the bartender, you smirked thinking it was charles coming to claim his prize for the night but oh how you couldn't have been more wrong.

as you looked behind you, you made eye contact with a man that just radiated fuckboy energy "please don't touch what isn't yours" you mused quietly and he held his hand's up innocently like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar "relax just wanted to get to know ya, i'm brad" you couldn't help but roll your eyes, brad what a classic fuckboy name.

after a thought you decided he was harmless since you had no intention of flirting or going home with him tonight, so you decided to indulge him a little and so you sat across from one another at the bar, slowly sipping at your individual drinks.

charles had only taken his eyes off you for less than two minutes and when his eyes sought you out, he saw red.... seeing you sitting across from a man at the bar, he wasn't happy and despite you deciding to be a little tease with your choice of dress tonight he trusted you like he had never trusted any other girl before and so he let it go until he watched the guy slip his hand onto your thigh, caressing the skin like he owned you but he didn't, charles did and he was going to make sure that this prick fucking knew that.

"let me get you another drink" brad asked, hand still running along your thigh, little did he know that if he didn't remove it soon he would no longer have a hand and if the intimidating presence behind you didn't give away the fact that brad was fucked, the hand that soon wrapped around your throat should have been a dead giveaway, charles tilted your back to look into your eyes "don't you dare" he practically growled.

"you say yes and i will not be gentle with you" brad's hand slipped from your thigh "i didn't know you were taken" brad stated, trying to defend himself "i'm not" you mumbled, still gazing into charles's eyes and as your words hit his ears, he tightened his grip around your throat.

"lets go" he growled, pulling you off the bar stool and into the bathroom of the club, you'd barely made it in the door before charles pressed your back into the cold tile wall, his hand once again wrapping around your throat and holding tight as you struggled against his hold "stop wriggling" he demanded, his breath hot against your ear as he pressed a little tighter causing black spots to form in front of your eyes, as he watched a tear slip from your eye he eased back a little loosening his hold but not completely letting go just yet "your mine so all those guys can fuck off and leave you alone"

"i'm not yours" you reminded him and he gave you a look that told you that you'd picked your words poorly "yeah, well i'm going to fucking make you mine douce fille" and with that he dropped to his knees, hiking your dress up and around your hips, he dragged the fabric of your panties to the side drooling at the sight of your wet little pussy, if you asked charles in a public setting what his favorite thing about you was he would say your eyes but if you asked in private, he wouldn't even give you a verbal answer and instead just drop to his knees in front of you.

"no, we can't, not here" your fingers tangled in his soft locks, pulling at it to try and distract him from his current mission of wanting to eat your pussy until your legs gave out around his head and your whole body was trembling from his touch but your words met deaf ears as he spit into his hand before rubbing his fingers along your folds, grazing your clit with every pass he made.

"your fucking crazy" you whispered as a shiver ran down your spine due to charles's touch on your clit but also at the idea of being caught in such a compromising position in public, oh how you could see the headlines now.

"FERRARI'S GOLDEN BOY CAUGHT IN ROMANTIC TRYST!"

it was only a few seconds before charles's mouth attached to your pussy, licking through your folds to suck up every last drop of the juices you were currently leaking all over his pretty little face like an alcoholic who'd gone far too long without a drink.

his fingers gripped tightly at your thighs making sure to leave little bruises that he could kiss better later. when he slipped his tongue inside, you shuddered above him, hands pulling at his hair but he never ceased, this man was starving and he was going to feast.

you couldn't help but gently rock your hips against his tongue which caused his nose to brush against your clit causing the most gorgeous friction that had you tilting your head back as a low moan slipped past your lips, fingers tugging at his hair as he smiled against your folds continuing to eat your pussy like a man starved.

you were reaching your peak and fast, you always did when charles ate you out like this, you hips began to move faster against his tongue chasing the pleasure he gave you but right as you were on the edge of pure bliss he pulled away and the sight you saw as he gazed up at you was down right erotic, his cheeks, lips, nose and even chin wet with a mix of your juices and his saliva, the perfect mix in his mind.

his pupils were wide and his mouth hung open as he panted, his warm breath hitting your thigh as he gently nibbled at the skin sending even more shock waves zapping up your spine, he scrambled up your body, hands pulling at his belt desperate to get his hard aching cock inside of your tight little cunt.

"why'd you stop" to say you were pissed was an understatement, he was not about to leave you high and dry again "i'm sorry" he rushed out, he knew that if he was to keep lapping at your dripping wet pussy like the feral animal he was any longer that he would cum in his pants right then and there.

"i was going to cum in my pants" he chuckled, connecting his lips to yours for the first time that night, you moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue, his kiss was sloppy and desperate causing spit to coat both of your faces.

when you pulled away you couldn't help but smile at the sight, charles cheeks were flushed and warm from the heat radiating between your bodies, his eyes wide and your lipstick was smeared across his lips and chin "so fucking pretty" you murmured, thumb running over his bottom lip as he pulled his aching cock from the confines of his jeans.

you squeaked as he picked you up, practically manhandling you as he wrapped your legs around his waist and plunged in without warning causing your head to slam against the wall behind you "fuck" you gasped "be gentle" but he was far from gentle in this moment as he thrusted in and out of you at an unnatural speed that had your head spinning.

if anyone were to walk into the bathroom in that moment and catch you, you'd have looked like a pair of rabbits in heat from the way you were going at it.

you couldn't help but bite as his shoulder, teeth digging into his skin and drool soaking his shirt in an attempt to keep quiet but the sound of his hips slamming against yours would give you away before any moans did, the sound was wet and sticky as your hips slammed together.

a sharp pain hit you as charles fingers threaded through your hair and tugged forcefully so that he could kiss and bite at the delicate skin of your neck, marking you has his own personal fucktoy, no other man would ever fucking touch you again, not on his watch.

"you wanna come inside me joli garçon, you want me to make you a daddy" charles groaned against your shoulder at the words you whispered in his ear, a million fantasies coming to mind in that moment but pushed them all down in order to focus on you and the pleasure he was making you feel.

when he felt your pussy clench around him, his hips came to a halt, body shaking with pleasure as he released ropes and ropes of his sweet hot cum deep into your tight pussy that still clenched around his cock, milking him dry.

charles's lipstick stained swollen lips pressed against yours as you swallowed eachothers moans, his hand snuck down and started to rub at your clit, pace fast and rough, he was desperate to make you cum around him and when you finally did, juices gushing around his cock, he couldn't help but cum again at the feeling.

when it was all over he pulled his head from the crook of your neck as you both panted "holy fuck" he breathed out "that was the best fuck we've ever had" he darkly chuckled.

"i never knew you were a biter" you giggled which caused your pussy to clench around his cock again, a small shot of cum shooting out.

he slowly and gently let you down and as he kneeled down to pull your dress over your butt, he couldn't help but lean forward and lick a stripe up your thigh "fuck, it's dripping down your legs" his tone of voice told he was proud of the work he'd done.

he had fucking bred you and god did he want to do it again and again until it stuck and you were round and pregnant with his baby.

"your fucking mine now you petit diable"

you couldn't help but laugh at his words "little devil huh"

oh yeah, you were his own personal little devil and a fucking hot one at that.

"yeah, my little devil" he chuckled, lips pressing against yours sloppily once more, you both couldn't help but smile against eachothers lips,

"lets get the fuck out of here" he suggested, tangling your fingers with his own "why, you going to breed me again" you joked not knowing how fucking right you actually were.

#charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x reader smut #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc fanfic #formula 1 #formula one #formula one fanfiction

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only-luce-the-goose · 7 months ago

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The Prank

A/N: my first formula fic!! My requests are open if you have someone you want me to write for!

Arthur Leclerc x Norris Reader

Trope: Dumbasses (best friends to lovers)

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, nothing else really

This is based of something I was on Twitter (I refuse to call it X): person a says “I came up with a good prank”. Person b asks what it is, a says “we should kiss”. B says “I don’t get it”, a says “imagine them walking in to see us kissing and just being like “WHAAAAAT??” B says “oh, that’s hilarious. We totally should”

Synopsis: You and Arthur have been best friends since he saved you from a bully when you were kids. You grew up in the Leclerc household, so they knew you very well. You followed Arthur around the world for his racing career. You guys had been given the nickname "Terrible Two's" for all the pranks you pulled around the paddock. Sometimes you pulled them on each other, sometimes you teamed up and pulled pranks together but there was one prank that really topped off the rest of your pranks.

"Y/N!!!" Arthur shouted from the shower in your shared bedroom. He walked out as you hit record on your phone, filming as he appeared. He had his towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist, his hair was dyed a deep red with remnants of the dye dripping down his chest. "Seriously?" he scolded "I have to go to the Ferrari pit tomorrow and my hair is bright red!" You could see the fury in his eyes as you laughed. "Yeahhhh, you're gonna be matching the cars". He crossed his arms over his muscly chest and scowled "Stop filming me, idiot" you rolled your eyes and chucked "Whatever, moron" you said as you stopped recording. You posted it to your story, with the caption "Ready for @ scuderiaferrari tomorrow!" and tagged him in it.

You heard Arthur's phone buzz from the vanity in the bathroom as he headed back in to dry off. You stood up to pack up a bit from your day, getting as ready as you can for tomorrow. This time he came out in a pair of checkered sleep pants, saw you stand up in front of your suitcase and lunged at you, tackling you into the bed. You shrieked as he started assaulting (tickling) you. "St-st-op Art- arty" giggled out. "You turned me red, then posted it for the whole fucking world to see. You deserve this" After successfully kicking him onto the floor, you noticed your phone vibrating in your pocket.

You swiped accept on the call as you answered "Ah, my favourite Leclerc brother. What can I do for you Charlie?" You heard Arthur shout and "Oi" from the floor, making Charles laugh. "I just needed to see Arthur's hair" he grinned. You flipped the camera around and showed a Shirtless, red-haired Arthur lying on his back on the ground. Charles burst out laughing "good to see the support, brother" he got out in between laughter. "I'll leave you to whatever you're doing, y/n. Thank you so much for Arthur's hair" he chuckled as you said goodbye and he hung up. You leaned over the side of the bed, making eye contact with the boy on the floor "wanna get Charles tomorrow?" you asked him. "The day I say no is the day the world ends" he replies. You laughed as you rolled under your covers, Arthur standing up and getting into the bed next to yours, agreeing to come up with the prank tomorrow.

I was lying awake in bed, I couldn’t sleep. All I could think about was how Arthur came out of the shower earlier, his glorious torso on display, towel so low you could see his v-line. All I wanted to do was go over and kiss him silly, he’s so hot when he’s cranky. My crush on his has lasted years and he has no idea. I couldn’t ever tell him, it would ruin our friendship and I don’t ever want to lose him. If we’re friends forever then so be it. I put my earbuds in and put on a good playlist, drifting off to my favourite song.

I woke up the next morning with a crushing weight on my chest and hair tickling my nose. It wasn’t until I felt the fingers tickling my ribs thats I started wriggling around, trying to get the giant on my body. “Arty what the fuck” I grumbled “I was having a really good sleep you prick”. He chuckled and rolled off me, lying next to me a pulling me body into his. I looked up, nearly bumping his nose with mine. I was really hoping he couldn’t feel how fast my heart was beating. “We have a prank to plan”

After you finished getting ready, you hopping in the car with Arthur and headed towards the paddock, brainstorming pranks in the car. “I came up with a brilliant one” Arthur tells you. “Ooo what is it?” My curiosity peaked. We haven’t been able to think of any good ones for Charles all morning. “We should kiss” he said nonchalantly. If I had a drink I would have choked on it, instead I stuck to internally freaking out while my heart started beating out of my chest. “Umm what? I don’t get it. How is that a good prank?” I stutter.

Arthur laughs “just think about it. He walks into his drivers room to find his younger brother and childhood best friend making out, our hands all over each other. You could sit on my lap and we could really go to town, Charles would walk in and freak out. He might even faint!” It hurt a little to think that Arthur only wanted to kiss me for a pranks, but there ain’t no way I’m passing up and opportunity to kiss my crush, even if it isn’t supposed to mean anything.

“Ohhh I get it, that’s would be fucking hilarious. We just have to time it really well and make sure no one sees us go in there” I add on. Arthur agrees “that’s it then, the perfect prank” I chuckle at his declaration. We pull up the paddock, scan our passes and make our way in, making small talk with people but never straying too far from each other.

We saw Charles doing some media before he needed to go in and change into his fireproofs and race suits. I tapped on Arthur’s and should and pointed at his brother, explaining my thinking. I agreed and we rushed inside the Ferrari garage, making our way to the drivers room. I hung around the front of it, keeping an eye out Charles so we could start making out at the perfect time.

A huge group of people made their way, signalling that Charles was moving closer. You could hear him and Carlos talking about the track as they came closer. I quickly slipped into his drivers room, finding Arthur already sitting on the bench. I walked over to him as he patted his lap, “hang on” I semi whispered. I could hear that Charles and Carlos had stopped walking, they couldn’t have been too far from the doors. Once I could hear Charles getting louder I looked back at Arthur, “you ready Arty?” I asked. He nodded and pulled me into his lap.

I moved me knees to go on their side of this body, my right hand slide to the back of neck, sliding my hand though his hair and I grabbed a handful of his fluffy hair. My left hand sling around his broad shoulders. His left hand dipped under my shirt to hold my waist, his other hand wound around my neck. He offered me a kind smile as he used the hand around my back to guide me towards his lips.

It started with small pecks, quickly moving to Arthur slipping his tongue into my mouth, exploring while he got the opportunity. Moved myself closer to him, gripping his hair harder which caused him to let out a low moan. I heard the door to the driver room open as I kept making out with my best friend. The hand around my neck moved to ass, moving me to grind on him a bit.

Charles and Carlos stood in the doorway, dumbfounded before Carlos turned to Charles and said “told you they had a thing for each other, cabrõn” and walked off. Charles stared at his friend as he walked off. He looked back at us, still making out as he walked in. He slammed the door shut, making us jump. “What the fuck is going on? Why are you making out? Why are you doing it in my drive room? Oh my god I need to sit down” he rambled.

I got off Arthur as we started cackling, Arthur turned to me and said “told you it was a good prank, he’s absolutely freaking out” I laughed and looked back at Charles. He looked at us like we just old him Santa wasn’t real. “Wait, this is a prank?” He asked as we nodded “I thought I wouldn’t have to listen to Arthur whine about you anymore y/n but this is going to make it so much worse” I was about to ask something when Arthur grabbed my arm and dragged me out.

Once we got outside the garage I stopped Arthur. “Hang on, Arty. Just stop for a second” he stared at the floor. “What did Charles mean when he said you were whining about me?” I asked him. He tried to deflect the question and walk off. I grabbed his hand, turning him to me and lifting his head the make eye contact with me, asking my question again.

Arthur sighed, putting his hands on either side of my face and kissed me. It wasn’t desperate like the previous make out. It was slow and loving. “I don’t really know to say this, now that Charles has outed me, but I’ve liked you for years. The more than best friends kinda like. The reason I came up with that kissing prank was to get the chance to kiss you, even if it is supposed to be to mean nothing.”

Arthur kept rambling, struggling make eye contact. He looked at him, then smashed your lips into his “I like you more than I best friend should too. I have for years” you smile against Arthur’s lips as he kissed you.

#arthur leclerc fluff #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc x reader fluff #arthur leclerc x y/n #arthur leclerc #f1 #f2 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #leclerc

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stormyelliotwritez · 3 months ago

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walk with me…

ftm reader who has been in love with logan for years but he thinks logan is straight and also logan like wont stop being in love with jean and is absolutely OBLIVIOUS that r likes him.. (literally all the other x men know) and honestly this can be like super angsty or just silly idc whatever the vibe u best think works

im gonna somehow go with mostly angst coz thats my fav so here goes

tw for gender dysphoria related to wanting to fit logan’s so called type

BUT HE’S STRAIGHT?

Logan was staring at Jean again. This was like the fifth time just this staff meeting. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. Maybe Charles would let you go lay down if you faked a fever but maybe he’d do the whole psychic thing and realize you were fine.

You sat through the rest of the meeting and then left quickly, feeling like a loser. It’s been years and he still hasn’t noticed you. He’s always staring at Jean who’s literally been in love with Scott since they met. Why won’t he stare at you? How the fuck is he straight? But alas, he is.

You walked to your room, tugging at your shirt and wishing it would fit better. Maybe he’d have noticed you if you weren’t a boy, if you’d stayed what you’d been born as. Maybe if you were still her, he’d think you were cute. Maybe he’d look at you how he looked at Jean.

You slammed your door shut and clambered onto your bed, curling up into a ball. You stayed there, just thinking, until eventually you fell asleep.

In the morning, you got up and after showering and getting dressed, you threw on the jacket you’d stolen from Logan a few months ago, the one with the school’s logo. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. It’s not like he ever noticed you.

You went about your day, bumping into Scott who made a faux growl sound like Logan’s to tease you and then bumping into Hank who sniffed your jacket and then applauded you on managing to steal from Logan. Later in the day, you ran head first into Storm, when you were trying to avoid Logan, and she glanced at him and then meowed at you teasingly. You’d swear on someone’s grave that the only person who didn’t know about your years old crush was the man himself, Logan.

You managed to avoid Logan all day until… dinner. He was sitting opposite the spot you always sat in. He was sitting there. Why was he sitting there was a question you couldn’t answer. You tugged at your jumper while holding your plate with one hand and you walked over to him.

“Logan,” you said with a nod.

“Bub,” he said back before looking you over.

He didn’t say anything about the jacket. He just sat there and ate his dinner and then stood up. He walked around to your side and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Nice jacket, bub.”

He then walked off, just like that.

What the fuck? What the actual fuck? He didn’t know though. He would know about your ridiculous crush if he was listening to your heartbeat right now. Oh my god, so he knew you’d stolen it but he couldn’t put the damn pieces together?

You finished your dinner and walked off. You were halfway to your room when someone grabbed your hand and pulled you into an empty classroom. The door was slammed and you were disoriented in the dark.

“You like me, bub?”

That was Logan’s voice. Wait, he knew? How? But…

“Come on, I ain’t got all day,” he said abruptly.

You nodded. You were quite sure he could see in the dark and the scoff he made seemed to say so. How could you have been so stupid? He was probably going to hate you now. He was straight. He’d always been straight and in love with Jean. He was oblivious. He’d always been oblivious. He could never like you. You weren’t a girl, no matter how hard you wanted to still be one so he’d like you. Your heart was racing and soon enough, you were hyperventilating.

His hands were on your shoulders and you were being pulled into a hug, a hug that smelt of wood and fuel. He was hugging you?

“It’s okay, I got you, bub,” he placed a light kiss on your forehead, “I swing both ways, you know.”

You’d always hated that he was still taller than you, one of the downsides of not getting on T until your 20’s and- wait, what? He swings both ways?

“You-you do?” You said once your breathing had slowed.

He nodded. You couldn’t see it but you could feel it. He could like you… as you, as a man? You didn’t have to be someone else? You could just be you.

“Yep, now let’s go. I think there’s two beers calling our names in the teacher’s lounge,” he said before opening the door and pulling you out of the classroom. “Jean mentioned your little crush and now I gotta hear all about how you’ve been pining for me for years.”

Curse you, Jean, but thanks, was all you could think as you just nodded and walked with him to the teachers lounge.

pt 2 - he’s not straight?

#requested #its short but i think it works #x reader #stormy writes things #x m!reader #x male reader #logan howlett x male reader #logan howlett x ftm!reader #wolverine x ftm!reader #wolverine x male reader #🦕 anon

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tonysbed · 10 months ago

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Limp dick unicorn

Max verstappen x driver!fem!reader

Summary: Someone pisses Max‘s Girlfriend off and she gives them a piece of her own mad max version

warnings: cursing, mention of violence???

A/n inspired by that one Melissa McCarthy scene 😵‍💫

You were a polite person. Never overstepping, keeping calm and not letting anyone get you out of that. Well almost.

Max had gotten P2 behind you, bringing you the most wins of the season. Not many have beaten Max, and you were proud to be one of these few people.

You jumped off your car and turned to max. Your face slightly fell, reading his like a book. He was disappointed. Again. He knew what dawned him, and so did you.

The first time Jos acted out was in your 5th race you’ve ever driven for Red Bull in F1. You were walking into Max driver room, not expecting to see max trying to make himself as little as possible while his father was red like a tomato from all the yelling. Jos didn’t care a bit that you were watching.

It had happened a few other times after that.

You stepped closer to Max and hugged him “He’s gonna be so mad” Max whispered.Your arms tightened around him “Then I’ll give him a piece of my mind. We both know he won’t be as bad when I’m with you” You smiled at him and held his face in your hands.

You were wrong. So fucking wrong.

Jo had absolutely lost it. Because in his eyes, P2 was bad, but it was even worse that he lost against a woman. An untalented scum who didn’t belong, how he phrased it.

You hadn’t heard it, still celebrating with charles, who also got on the podium. You saw Lando coming towards you and pulling you aside “He’s crazy”

You raise an eyebrow “Charles?”Lando shakes his head “Max’s father. He’s screaming at him like there’s no tomorrow” Your face fell. You had been so occupied with Charles, that you hadn’t noticed that Max was gone.

You pushed your throphy into Landos arms and sprinted towards the red bull garage. A few metres away and you could clearly make out Jo’s voice.

“She’s a woman. A woman, Max! She can’t be better than you! Unsless you did it on purpose. She’s fucking you, isn’t she? Such a fucking whore. Untalented and just a good fuck, huh?” You’ve heard enough.

Before Max could say anything, you shoved his father a good meter backwards. Max eyes wandered to you in surprise “Wanna say that again?” Your voice was scaringly calm, making max know what’s bound to happen.

His dad got into your face “The only reason you beat my son, is because you fuck him. You’re no use in this sport. It’s for men,honey. Woman belong into the kitchen” You chuckled and rolled your eyes at his words. Not caring what he was saying about you.

“But maybe it his fault” His eyes flicker to max and back to you “He’s always been useless” Wrong thing to say with you in his face…”He’s never winning”

“Do it better” You say, crossing your arms “Go jump in a car and win the championship. Go on.”

His head was getting red “I won’t let a woman talk down on me. Let alone the whore of my son. Who even are you?”

You’ve heard enough “I’m the person that’s gonna cut your dick off and glue it to your forehead, so you look like a limp dick unicorn. Thats who the fuck I am.Now disrespectfully , shut the fuck up and get out of my and my fiancé’s face”

You had been aware of the camera a few meters away, watching him look at it and then storming off. You turned around to max “How the hell did you survive him?”

Max shrugged and pulled you in for a kiss. Max smiled into kiss.

He had found his home.

Wrote this in an hour so..Not edited or proofread 🐝

#max verstappen fluff #max verstappen angst #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #formula one #formula one imagine

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norizz-nation · 1 year ago

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Hiii can you please do Charles leclerc x innocent reader and they have been best friends since childhood and he’s so soft for her and protective and like daddy and baby girl relationship please 🙏

Sure girl, hope you enjoy 😮‍💨

Just with me ❤️

Summary: you always saw your childhood best friend charles dating so many girls but you were there with no boyfriends so you decided to go on a date with a guy you met on tinder which charles definitely hated

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, daddy kink, size kink, innocence kink, praise kink

Although you and charles were friends since you guys were kids but nowadays you feel like he isn’t the kid you were friends with anymore. He’s a man now. A grown man. A man who always goes out with girls. He’s never single. But at the same time he made you feel like you’re someone special. Someone he can always trust, he can always share a laugh with, someone who he needs to protect at all cost. He always made you feel so safe. But no matter what, he was dating others that made you feel jealous but he knew that you would never date anyone since all your life the only guy you know is charles. But surprise, you downloaded an app called tinder where you started to talk to this guy and tonight was a date night with him.

You got all dressed up and left for your date. After arriving at the restaurant you scanned the whole place to find the guy you met on tinder. After a while you saw a hand raise signaling you thats him. You then settled yourself down and smiled at him. God, this is so awkward. You guys had dinner and talked a little but it wasn’t that much of a nice date. Honestly you dont even know why you’re here. Maybe competing charles in this was a stupid idea. “Hey um.. i had fun but i guess i gotta go now. I’ve got some stuffs that needs to be done” you said as you grabbed your purse and got up and you felt a hand grabbing your wrist harshly as you turned around to face him. God. He was not looking safe. You got so scared and tried to pull away but he grabbed your wrist hard and pulled you closer to him. You tried your best to pull away. “Let m-me go!” You said sounding frustrated. “You’re not gonna leave until we do something fun. We’ve met on tinder for a reason my love.” He said calmly as you started to scared.

You were a virgin. Although you’re charles’ age yet you never had sex with anyone. Your mind started to wander as you were hoping to see charles somewhere at the restaurant and thank god. Miracle happened, you saw charles from a distance and caught his eyes. At first he waved and smiled at you but his smiled slowly disappeared as he saw you with another guy. Someone he definitely doesn’t know. Someone who looks really unsafe and psychotic. Charles’ expression was a concerned one as he came to your table. “Whats going on here y/n? Who’s this guy?” Charles asked as he pointed a finger at him. You were so caught up in that situation that you weren’t able to answer his question. “Y/n?” He called out and you flinched and looked at him. “Im her boyfriend” that guy from tinder said as charles turned around to look at him and then looked at you. “Boyfriend?” Charles asked, looking at you as his brows furrowed. “Where did you even meet him?” He asked you. “On tinder” you said sounding embarrassed. Charles then scoffed as if it was just silly to him that you went on a date with someone from tinder. “But charles he’s not my boyfriend!” you explained and he just nodded and smiled. “He was kinda forcing me to sleep with him” you said, your words were like little whispers. Charles’ smile faded as he looked at you, his eyes so serious, his stare burning you. His jaw clenched when he say you so uncomfortable in front of that guy.

It felt like a movie when you saw charles punch that guy out of nowhere. Everything just happened so fast. “What the fuck man?!” that guy shouted as everyone looked at our way, gasping. “Charles! Stop please!” You screamed at him as you tried to pull his away from that guy whose nose was bleeding right now. “Apologize to her, right fucking now! If i see you near her again I’ll fucking kill you. I fucking swear you’re gonna be fucking dead.” Charles said as he grabbed his collar. That guy then got up and immediately apologized to you and left murmuring some “total asshole” or something.

Charles then turned to see you looking up at him. He then went closer and hugged you tightly and kissed your head, brushing his fingers through your hair. You let out a long sigh as your grip around him tightened. “Its okay y/n, im here now. You’re always safe with me, i promise” he said as he looked down at you smiling softly as you smiled back at him.

After reaching home, your home, you laid on your back in your bed as you groaned because you were tired as charles took his shoes off. You turned your head to look at him. “Shouldn’t you be with your i dont know 8th girlfriend of this month right now? Why are you here?” You asked. His face was really pissed for some reason, and you didn’t know why. He came closer to you so he was standing right in front of you as you looked up at him. God, you always loved him so much. He’s so beautiful. His thumb brushed your chin as your mouth started to part a bit. “Its so cute how you think you can date others just because i always date others. Well good news for you. Your trick worked. You did make me jealous” he said as he leaned down to whisper in your ear “but i know you’re always waiting for me. I know you’re still a virgin only for me and its so cute” his words made your heart beat faster as you looked at him, his smirking face making you more needy for him.

“But you’re always busy dating others. Im tired of waiting for you charles” you said as you sighed. Charles just giggled at you “you’re so innocent baby. you do know that right?” he said as he brushed your hair away from your face. “I always loved you, i just wanted to see how you would react to it. And it’s so cute that you wanted to make me all jealous for you” his face was just an inch away from yours. You parted your lips but he just smirked and pulled away giving a soft kiss on your nose. You then whined out as Charles sat on the edge of your bed and rested his upper body’s weight in his palm. “Get up baby girl” he said as you got confused. You got up standing in front of him as you looked down at him. “Take all your clothes off baby girl, nice and slow. I wanna see what I’ve been missing all this time” he said as you softly smiled at you. Your cheeks grew red as you unbuttoned your top and pulled your skirt down along with your panties and unhooked your bra. You then bend over to take off your heels but charles interrupted you as he got up and towered in front of you. Although you were wearing heels yet charles was like a giant in front of your figure. “Keep those heels on, you look so hot like that, so pretty. All for me baby girl?” He asked as you nodded. He then cupped your face and made you look up at him “you gotta speak with that pretty little mouth of yours baby girl”

“Im all yours charles” you said he smiled but his smile disappeared after few seconds. You were feeling so needy just by the fact that you were naked while charles was still fully clothed. You were wearing nothing but your black heels. “Charles? Baby girl i dont think you’re that innocent that you dont know what to call me” he said as he brushed your cheek with his thumb. “Im all y-yours daddy” you said softly as you looked up at him. His smile grew as he kissed your lips softly “that’s my good baby girl” he said.

You dont know how much but you were literally squirming for him right now. Your legs on his shoulder as he kept teasing you by rubbing your clit with the tip of his dick. The wet sounds it made was making you more whiny and needy for him. “Please daddy j-just fuck m-me please” you begged. “Are you sure you can take it baby girl? Can your pretty little pussy take it like a good girl?” God his words made you so over the edge right now. “I-i can, please d-daddy” you whined out as charles pushed his dick inside of you. Your jaw dropped as your head fell back and your grip on his forearm getting tighter. “Fuuuck you feel so good baby girl, so fuckin good” charles groaned as he fucked you in a slow pace, letting you adjust first.

“Daddy i-its so f-fucking b-big oh my god!” You screamed those words as charles’ pace got faster. His hips slapping your ass as he thrusted harder inside of you. “You’re so perfect baby girl, so beautiful fuck” he said breathlessly as he groaned more. His groans made you come closer to your orgasm as you felt your legs starting to shake, forehead sweating as you bit on your lip to adjust to the staggering amount of pleasure he was giving you. You couldn’t even tell him before cumming, you were so caught up in your orgasm that you forgot to tell him that you’re gonna cum. You then let out a loud groan as charles stopped his pace and stayed in that position for a while.

You then got up and sat on your legs as you looked up at charles and he knew what you were thinking. He jerked off as you sticked your tongue out. His groans were getting louder and you looked at him straight in the eye as he came on your face, some landing in your mouth and some all over your face. You then smiled at him innocently as charles brushed your hair off your face as he looked at you with a soft look on his face “you’re so beautiful when you’re just with me and no one else baby girl” he said as your smile grew bigger.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

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logansargeantsbabymom · 6 months ago

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Please Don't Leave Me Like That Again

Arthur Leclerc x First Responder!Fem!Reader

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The ring of the bell above the diner door could be heard as Charles, Alex, Arthur and I walked in while we waited to be seated.

"Sit anywhere guys, I'll be right with you in a moment!" the nice teenager said as she was running food to a table.

Arthur grabbed my hand as he guided me to a booth before gesturing me in first

"Actually I'm going to run to the bathroom first, if she comes by to get drinks can you order me a (Favorite/drink) if they have it? If not, whatever you think I would like." I said as I placed a quick peck on his lips before heading to the women's restroom.

I'd only been gone five minutes but when I returned the table had 4 drinks and two baskets of mozzarella sticks. Sliding in the booth next to Arthur, I immediately picked up my drink taking a few sips before setting it back down on the table before looking over at my boyfriend only to find him staring at me with a smile plastered on his face.

"What? Do I have something on my face??" Panic overtook my body as I pulled out my phone and pulled up the camera to examine my face for any blemishes. Finding nothing, I looked back at him with an eyebrow raised in confusion.

"Nothing, I just love you so much." He said as he swung an arm over my shoulder pulling me closer to him as he started littering my face in kisses.

"Aw, you guys are so cute." Alex said as she looked at us before turning her attention to Charles "Why don't you love me like that in public?"

"Mon Coeur, I try but when I do you get shy." He replied as he attempted to do the same, which caused her to giggle before pulling away and covering her face out of embarrassment. "See!" Charles exclaimed before chuckling to himself and picking up his drink to take a sip of it.

When the waitress came back over we gave her our orders, which she said would be out in just a few minutes before we all got back our respected conversations.

The food came out faster than we all thought and while all of us were conversing before something outside the window caught my eye, stopping me mid-sentence.

"What's wrong?" Arthur said as he looked at me with a puzzled look on his face

"That building, is it smoking?" I said as I pointed out of the window t

As we all took a closer look, we realized that there was black smoke coming out of the restaurant that was just a few buildings away from where we were.

"Oh my God, it is! We have to call 911!" Charles said as he grabbed his phone out of his pocket.

My first responder instincts kicked in which is what caused me to run out of the diner and towards the restaurant that was currently on fire without a second thought. My legs were taking me faster than my mind could comprehend and within a few seconds, I was outside the restaurant that normally would've been a 10 minute walk.

When I reached the restaurant I was out of breath but that was the least of my concerns as I was seeing people rushing out covering their faces as they all were coughing from the smoke inhalation. From a distance, I could wear the sirens of the firetrucks and ambulances but they were too far for me to just stop helping whoever I could before they got here to take over.

I saw a lady holding her kid as she made her way to the front door but collapsed from inhaling all the smoke while protecting her baby. Just as I was about to run in and grab her, a figure flew past me and in through the double doors of the restaurant and grabbed her. The fire eerily calmed down which I knew wasn't a good sign, I yelled at whoever ran in to get as low as possible because the fire was about to flash and I didn't want them getting burned after being heroic.

The sirens grew louder but that's not what caught my attention, what caught my attention was hearing the horrific scream of Charles calling out for his brother.

"ARTHUR!!!" That scream made my heart drop.

All of a sudden, I didn't care about my own well-being as the love of my life ran into an actual fire to save someones life and protect me from getting burned, or worse.

"CHARLES, DON'T TELL ME THAT WAS ARTHUR THAT RAN IN THERE!! PLEASE TELL ME THAT WASN'T ARTHUR!" I scream as I choked out a sob

Before Charles could respond, I saw about 10 People rushing out of the building.

"GUYS GET DOWN" I shouted as the fire flashed.

Another sob left my mouth as I didn't know if Arthur was among the 10 that managed to get out before the flash or if he was still in there. The fire engines and ambulances finally came around and they started getting the hoses set up as the paramedics started checking vitals and hooking people on oxygen.

Through my tear filled eyes, I could see a woman and her kid rushing out but there was no man with her. The paramedics took her to the side and I looked back in the restaurant where I watched her exit from. The sight I saw made another gut wrenching scream and sob escape my lips as I saw a body that resembled a males body on the ground.

"ARTHUR?? OH MY GOD PLEASE DON'T BE ARTHUR!" I screamed as I ran to the doors of the building that was still on fire.

I didn't make it far because a firefighter grabbed me "Ma'am, you cannot go in there! If you go off to the side and let us do our job, we will find who you're looking for" She seemed nice but I heard nothing she said.

All I could hear was the shattering of my as I tried not to imagine that body being Arthur's.

Before I could say anything, I felt somebody yank my body around and I was met with my boyfriend, his face covered in dark ash and smelled like smoke but I couldn't care less.

"ARTHUR!! OH MY GOD, I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" I screamed as I smashed my lips to his before I hugged him with so much force, I knocked the wind out of both of us.

"I'm sorry, I love you so much and I didn't want you to go in that fire" Arthur said as he kissed the top of my head, neither one of us breaking up the hug.

Looking up at him I couldn't help but frown a little bit "Baby, I do this all the time, I had this down unto the on duty first responders got here! You scared me!" I said as I pulled him to my lips again.

Part of me was scared that this was a figment of my imagination and that any given moment, he would disappear and I would be left with nothing.

"Please don't leave me like that again." I mumbled against his chest as we swayed side to side, relishing in the feeing of being in each other's arms.

"Yeah, don't scare me like that again" Charles said as he patted Arthurs shoulder "Next time, I will kill you myself." we all let out little chuckles before a paramedic came over to us

"Sorry to interrupt your moment but, sir I need to check your vitals." she said as she directed that last part to Arthur

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that part." As much as I didn't want to, we had to release the grip we had on each other.

I watched as Arthur followed the paramedic to the ambulance before turning back to Alex and Charles.

"You really do love my brother, don't you?" He asked with a sincere look in his eyes.

"So much, it hurts" I said as I was visibly still shaking.

"I'll pay for your wedding dress and venue" Was all Charles said as he pulled me into a tight hug.

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imthebadguyyy · 1 year ago

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Every Thing Has Changed

pairing : carlos sainz x reader

fandom : f1

synopsis : healing from a relationship in which you never felt loved is made easier when your a certain ferrari drive feels like home and changes your perception on love.

warnings : just some making out, mentions of a past abusive relationship, crying, angst, nightmare

a/n : just a short blurb inspired by photograph by Ed Sheeran and everything has changed by Taylor Swift💕

relationships, once resembling the sweet symphony of love can turn to play a dissonant melody, much like a wilting rose, its vibrant petals fading to a melancholic shade of gray. the once-gentle winds of understanding transformed into bitter gales of miscommunication, tearing at the fragile bonds once woven. love, once a warm and comforting embrace, can feel like a jagged, icy terrain, each step a painful reminder of the shards of trust shattered.

thats what your relationship with love had been, stuck a in a relationship with a man who did not appreciate you and found himself raising his hand at you in frustration or tear into your soul with ice cold words that threatened to shatter your soul.

it had left you vulnerable and untrusting, unwilling to open up to a relationship ever again.

until a certain ferrari driver came along.

carlos sainz.

maybe it was the way he had looked at you across the ramp at the Milan fashion show ferrari had made him attend, surrounded by other celebrities he was uncomfortable around.

your label had made you attend to show your fans you were fine post the 'termination' of your old relationship.

your eyes had met his dark brown ones, a gentle sparkle in them, and he found his lingering on yours, taking in the sight of you in all your gorgeousness across the room.

he had come up to you after, shook your hand and introduced himself.

the thick accent had you blushing, and the sight of this greek god like man dressed in a black tuxedo with the most perfectly mussed up hair had your heart doing a little tango in your chest.

he was charming and sweet, offering you champagne at the after party and telling you about his career and passion for formula 1. he had also admitted to being a fan of your music, to which you had giggled, and he had smiled.

as the party wore on, you stuck to him, finding him to be the only sincere person in the ballroom full of fake smiles, the only person who brought genuine smiles and laughter to you.

within a few hours it felt like chatting to an old friend.

you ended the night with his phone number logged in your phone, and yours in his, and a mutual follow on both your ends on Instagram.

two days later, he sent you a video of himself at the track, with charles singing Adele in the background,with the caption 'wish i could have your voice serenading me before I step into the car instead of his'

you found yourself smiling, shaking your head at his antics, but also blushing at his lopsided smile.

but something in your brain made you stop, hesitate to reply.

the scars from the past were still fresh, and the memory of heartache loomed large. the prospect of opening your heart once more, or even flirting, felt like stepping onto shaky ground.

you found yourself replying with a simple smile emoji and a promise to send him whatever new song you'd be working on soon.

days sped by, with little texts shared and likes dropped on each other's posts.

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your friends asked you persistently about the nature of your relationship with the spaniard, to which you said "he's just a friend I made recently"

when you came to barcelona to record your album, you dropped him a text, to which he asked you to a simple dinner at his favourite restaurant.

even though your heart hammered against your chest and your brain screamed no, you accepted, trying to ignore the slight alarm in your body.

and the dinner was perfect.

carlos was nothing short of a gentleman, pulling your chair out for you, complimenting the way you looked, and your music and taking genuine interest in what you had to say.

carlos found himself utterly infatuated with your beauty, inside and out, and he swore every time you giggled his heart fluttered like a butterfly.

he loved the nervous way you pushed your hair back behind your ears when you got shy, or the intense concentration as you picked your pasta, which was a butternut squash ravioli, which you told him, was your favourite.

he loved how you got so intense when telling a story, and how your hands moved animatedly as you told him a funny story about your night at the Grammy's.

he couldn't help but laugh as you told your story, and he couldn't help the slight flush to his cheeks when you said, "you look handsome tonight" with a sweet smile.

"thank you bella" he said, the nickname dripping off his lips like the sweetest honey, sending a homely warmth through your body.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't arrested to the handsome spaniard in front of you.

he had worn a turquoise blue shirt, the first few buttons undone, and pristine white pants that looked absolutely phenomenal on his gorgeously tanned skin, the Spanish sun clearly doing wonders for him.

he looked like an angel descended from the heavens, his hair falling imperfectly perfectly across his forehead, and his lips looked so delectably plump and pink that you couldn't help your eyes fluttering down to them multiple times throughout dinner.

you loved the way his accent laid heavy, as he talked to you about the atmosphere at monza. you loved the passion in his eyes and his voice as he spoke about how much he adored his job, and how deeply he cared about ferrari.

you loved the way his eyes furrowed in concentration, as he listened intently to the story you were telling him, and the sincerity in his dark eyes, the rich and velvety brown eyes radiating warmth.

you couldn't help the way your heart beat quickened, when he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, when you walked into the restaurant.

neither of you could deny the unspoken electric connection that you shared, zinging through the both of you like a bolt of lightning.

when you got out from the restaurant, he offered to drive you back to your hotel, the red ferrari purred through the streets as you both listened to the soft enrique iglesias songs playing on loop on the radio.

you continued sharing stories, as you made your way though the streets of barcelona, and by the time you reached your hotel, you found yourself unwilling to say goodbye to the handsome man beside you.

"so...this is me" you smiled, and he chuckled.

"I'm aware" he smiled back, and you giggled, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

"thank you for tonight carlos. i really enjoyed myself" you told him sincerely, leaning over to squeeze his hands softly.

"you're welcome carino, I enjoyed myself too" he said, running a thumb over your knuckles.

for a moment, the urge to just grab him by his stupidly handsome face and kiss him zapped through your body, but fear stopped you.

you weren't ready for that.

you couldn't do that.

not all over again.

and yes while he had proved to be different, how could you know for sure that things wouldn't turn sour?

"i think I'll get going" you whispered, voice not strong enough to maintain its regular volume, and carlos nodded, a crease in his brow forming at the sudden tremble in your voice.

"sure, let me know if you'd like to hang out sometime later" he said, getting out to open the door for you.

you lingered in the dimly lit hallway for a second, not quite warning him to leave but not strong enough to tell him you liked him.

you fluttered between fear and intuition, before deciding on a middle ground : leaning up on tip toe to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

carlos found himself blushing, responding with yet another gentle. kiss to your hand, and then your forehead

"good night carino" he whispered.

"goodnight carlos" you smiled.

you watched him walk away, heart strumming against your chest.

oh, you were in for a hard time.

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carlos sighed as he looked at the list of media duties in front of him. he zoned out, sylvia's voice lulling him into a doze.

the soft ping of a text notification snapped him out of it, and he looked at is discreetly under the table.

y/n, carlos

you : thought of you when i saw this 🫶🏼

*one attachment*

looking at the message, carlos grinned.

carlos : haha. looks like I follow you wherever I go ;)

you : haha very funny carlos. how's imola going for you?

carlos : you've memorized my race schedule now? 😄

you : noo i just saw a post on Instagram

carlos : it's just media today which i hate so I'm just ready to go home already

you : i get that!! i don't like doing press either :(

carlos : yeah I'm in a meeting right now and I wish i was in my bed fast asleep

you : ....wait are you in a meeting RIGHT NOW?!?

carlos : yes

you : carlos 😭 why are you texting me then??

carlos : because I prefer it ;)

you : oh my gosh okay we'll talk later okay?

carlos : okay carino, have a good day

you : you too 💕

"carlos, can you please put your phone away?" sylvia's impatient voice broke the trance he was.

"yeah yeah" he mumbled a little grumpily, earning a short from charles and a nudge from his press officer.

but he didn't care. he'd prefer spending time with you over the press anyday.

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sighing, you scrolled through your camera roll, erasing any trace of your past relationship. it was gone. it wasn't a part of you anymore.

every deleted picture felt like a weight being lifted off your mind and your chest and tears filled your eyes.

the sheer relief that came with the alleviated pain had a gasp rising in your throat, coming out in a strangled choke.

before you knew it, you were sobbing, knees pulled up to your chest, tears running down your face, choked sobs leaving your throat, each one seemingly ripping your throat open.

you cried till your throat was raw and your body on the brink of exhaustion.

the sound of your phone ringing cut through, making you jump.

you watched as carlos' name flashed across the screen, and after taking a deep breath, you answered.

"hello?"

"buenos dias carino. como estas?" how are you he asked, his voice light and melodious, and you inhaled deeply, feeling the anxiety slowly leaving your body.

"I'm good carlos, what about you?" you replied, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible.

"all good carino. just missing you" he flirted, but you didn't miss the sincerity in his voice.

you felt your heartbeat increase in pace, a flush painting your cheeks.

"i miss you too.." you mumbled, embarrassment flooding you as you realized you really did miss him.

"then why don't I fly you out to Monza? its ferrari's home race and I'd love to see you in ferrari red" he said and you giggled.

"I'd love to carlos" you said, and you heard him laugh.

"okay then carino, I'll have the jet pick you up okay? does Thursday work for you? ill pick you up after media duties?" he said, and you awwed at his concern.

"i can just go to your hotel? you don't have to pick me up" you assured him, and after much convincing, he reluctantly agreed to have caco pick you up instead.

"just ask him if his name is carlos too" he had joked, smiling to himself when you let out a hearty laugh.

with promises to see each other soon, you hung up.

you took a deep breath, wiping away the salty tears, contrasting to the sweet smile on your face.

maybe, just maybe, you could watch love begin again.

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Thursday rolled around, and you flew to Monza in carlos' jet, to be received by a man with a kind face and a bouquet of flowers waiting for you.

"you must be carlos?" you asked shyly, shaking his hand.

"yes, I'm carlos' cousin, but please call me caco" he had smiled, offering to take your backpack from you.

the two of you chatted on your way to the hotel, making jokes about all the carlos' in the Sainz family.

"how do you manage to keep them all distinct?' you had asked, and he had just laughed and said, "trust me, we don't"

you found yourself enjoying the company of the older man, who was as friendly as someone could be.

as you reached the hotel, you felt nerves spring in your belly, and you bit your lip anxiously.

caco noticed, and sent you a soft smile.

"you know, carlos doesn't usually invite people over. you must be special to him if he's called you to a race" and you tried your hardest to not warm up at his words, but the bright smile on your face said it all.

"come, let me show you to your room, it's next to carlos', and then we can wait in his room for him to come back he should be here soon" caco said, doing the needful with the reception staff.

with a sigh you sunk down into the plush cushions of the sofa in carlos' room after depositing all your baggage in your own room.

you and caco continued to talk for a bit, sharing stories and laughs till the door opened, and a pair of white sneakers made their way over to you.

"hola carino" carlos' voice rang through the room, and you turned on your heel, heart fluttering in your chest as you took in the sight of him, in his red and black ferrari shirt and apparently signature white pants.

neither of you noticed caco gently slip away, not wanting to intrude in the private moment.

"hello" you smiled, waving at him nervously.

in quick strides he made his way across the room, engulfing you in a big hug.

you inhaled the musky scent he wore, reminding you of dior sauvage, and focused on the feeling of his large, coarse palms gently rubbing your back.

"i missed you, y'know?" he mumbled, drawing away and gently caressing your cheek.

"i missed you too, so much' you replied, voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm happy you're here" he murmured, gently pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ears.

"I'm happy to be here, thank you so much for having me" you smiled at him.

"anytime, corazon" heart he flirted, and you flushed again.

the two of you spent some time chatting, before jet lag overtook you, and you ended up falling asleep with your head on his shoulder.

carlos gently pulled your legs up and out a pillow under your neck to prevent you from getting a crick as he laid you on the sofa, penning a small note when he realized that he had to run to meet fans in the hotel.

with an odd feeling of sadness, he tucked you in, leaving you, to head down.

he remained a little distracted, not quite able to focus when he truly just wanted to spend time with you.

he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so deeply infatuated with someone, the last time someone had flooded his mind 24\7

you were so utterly perfect in so many ways, sweet and kindhearted, headstrong and independent, warm and funny, friendly and open.

but still, he felt a reluctance to be vulnerable, the walls you had put up that you refused to let him penetrate. he was also aware that you even coming to had been a huge step, and he could slowly work towards findings out what exactly was upsetting you.

with new found determination, he made his way back to the room.

upstairs, you were still fast asleep, and as he walked in he noticed the agitation on your face, the beads of sweat dripping down your forehead and the whimpers leaving your lips.

he rushed over to you, fingers gently shaking your tense shoulders, heart breaking at the whimpers escaping your lips, little murmurs of “please don’t hurt me..” leaving your lips, making his heart shatter.

still in a haze, you frowned, watching as the dark shaped got closer and close to you, you tried to run, but you were frozen in place, a scream rising to your throat only to stick, mouth open without making a single sound. the dark figure got closer and closer, ominous giggles leaving their mouth as they approached you, faceless, but for an evil smirk on their lips.

the figure reached out and touched your face, cold and clammy, and you felt a chill run down your spine.

"im going to hurt you," the figure whispered. you tried to speak, but no words would come out. you were trapped, helpless.

the figure leaned in closer, and you could feel its hot breath on your neck. It reached out and touched your throat.

you closed your eyes and waiting for the impact.

but then, you heard a familiar voice, sounding almost dreamlike and distant, like a guardian angel descending from the heavens to refuse you.

"wake up, carino! it’s just a dream. I’m here, estas a salvo” you're safe Carlos’ voice broke through and you awoke with a gasp.

carlos took in the sight of the tears dripping down your cheek, and the pants leaving your mouth, and he swore he felt his heart shatter.

"stay away" you whispered, bringing your knees to your chest to shield yourself.

"wh-what?" he mumbled, surprised.

"i said stay away!! don't touch me" you shouted, voice quivering with fear.

the storm of emotion in carlos' eyes sent self pity surging through your heart.

"oh, cariño mío, nunca, nunca, nunca te haría daño, te lo prometo." oh my darling, i would never ever ever hurt you,i promise he whispered, but still, he took a step back. he did not want to cross any boundaries.

"don't lie to me" you whimpered, shoulders shaking and chest rising and falling rapidly. you were still dazed, not quite processing that it was carlos in front of you, not your ex, and that he was the last person to raise a hand on you.

"im not lying, mi duce" he said sincerely, gently reaching his hand out to you.

"no! thats what he said too" you sobbed out, knees giving out as you fell to your knees on the ground, face buried in your hands as you sobbed.

carlos decided that space wasn't the answer. with steps as light as a feather, he was beside you in an instant, gingerly reaching out to stroke your hair.

surprisingly, you didn't push him away, but you did flinch, and the sight made Carlos's heart break further.

"oh, oh, cariño mío... siento mucho, mucho que eso te haya sucedido..."oh, oh my darling, I'm so so sorry that ever happened to you, he whispered, gently rubbing your arm, the warmth of his hands helping the shivers taking over your body.

"I'm sorry" you sobbed, embarrassment, guilt and shame coursing through your veins.

"no, why are you sorry? you haven't done anything wrong" he stated firmly, gently letting you lean into him, sniffling into his shirt.

he didn't care about the mess on his shirt. he didn't care about the fact that he was late for a press meeting. all he cared about was making sure that your were okay.

"i shouldn't have been so stupid, so stupid that someone had to hit me to make me see sense" you continued, mind so drowsy and scared you didn't even know what you were saying.

"you're not stupid, amor, i promise youre not. i am so sorry that happened to you but please, mi dulce, don't ever demean yourself. eres más valiosa para mí que el sol, la luna y las estrellas, y juro que hay millones de personas que piensan lo mismo. no puedo deshacer lo que tu ex ha hecho, pero haré todo lo posible para tratarte mejor y hacerte sentir amada de nuevo, si me das una oportunidad, mi cariño. significas el mundo para mí y pasaré cada día de mi vida demostrándotelo si es necesario." he said,You are worth more to me than the sun moon and stars and i swear there are millions of people who think so too. I cannot undo what your ex has done, but I can try my damn hardest to treat you better and make you feel loved again, if you will give me a chance, my darling. You mean the world to me and I'll spend every day of my life proving that to you if i have to", gently lifting your chin so he could look into your red eyes.

"I'm not worth it carlos.. you deserve someone who isn't a mess, who isn't wrecked, who isn't a useless, used thing, like me.." you started but you were cut off by carlos pulling you into a tight hug.

inhaling deeply, you let yourself sink into his embrace, clutching the material of his shirt as if you were scared he would disappear into thin air.

"you are everything to me" he murmured, and you looked up at him, gaze flicking from his sincere eyes, the worry lines on his forehead to his perfectly plump lips.

and in that moment you made a decision.

"kiss me" you whispered, hand reaching out to stroke his stubble.

"there's nothing I want more, carino, but..are you sure? no quiero que te arrepientas de esto más tarde." i don't want you to regret this later he said, and you smiled.

"nunca he estado más seguro de nada más."I've never been more sure of anything else you replied, gently pulling him down to meet your lips.

you closed the space between the two of you, pressing your body against his as your hands found home on his face and waist, his in your cheek and hips

carlos sighed softly, against your mouth hands moving to wrap around you, resting on your back as he kisses you back, with unfiltered passion.

you never thought that actually someone could actually leave you winded with just a kiss, but here was a man, something out of a story book, taking your breath away with a kiss.

"I've wanted to do that for so long" carlos mumbled against your lips, as you slowly pulled away, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your belly.

"i have too, but i was scared.." you started off, but carlos cut you off with a feather soft kiss to your forehead.

"you don't owe me any explanation, mi amor. thank you for trusting me" he whispered, and you smiled.

"just... promise me you won't hurt me?" you asked, vulnerability evident in every syllable.

carlos responded with a soft kiss to your knuckles, to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and then finally your lips.

"never."

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that summer, carlos took you to mallorca to meet his family.

he had brought you along, introducing you to his father, his mother, his sisters and a few cousins who had come to spend the summer.

carlos sainz sr had welcomed you with open arms, despite your initial nervousness. reyes had enveloped you in a warm hug, expressing her excitement at finally meeting the woman her son couldn't stop raving about, making the both of you blush.

his sisters, blanca and ana, had both gushed over you, making very little effort to hide how much they loved your music and how excited they were that their brother was dating you.

you were grateful at how welcoming and sweet his family was, how they treated you like one of their own, taking you sightseeing and taking you to their favourite spots, treating you to lovely lunches with the family, with reyes making you your first ever homemade gazpacho that you fell in love with.

out of everyone, you found yourself gravitating to her the most, and spent as much time with her as you could, laughing at stories she told you about carlos.

one evening she took you and her daughters out for a spa day. carlos couldn't hide the happy smile that refused to leave his lips the whole day, heart full at how well you meshed with his family.

"you look lovely dear" reyes warm tone greeted you as you made your way to the car so you could go to lunch and then a spa. she was so kind to you, even though she only met you a few days ago, she welcomed you into her family with open arms. "are you enjoying yourself, mi hija?" the nickname made you flush, as you nodded, a shy smile on your lips "don’t be shy!" she said, gently squeezing your shoulder, eyes twinkling

"mallorca is really beautiful! i really like it here" you said, a genuine smile on your lips, and reyes nodded. "thats good because I get the feeling we'll have you over much more often now", blanca added from the back seat.

she winked at you which made the four of you laugh.

"well, i hope i can visit much more often" you said, smiling at the three sainz women in front of you.

"you will, i know for a fact my brother is head over heels for you with how he looks at you like you hung the stars sun sky and the entire cosmos up" ana said sagely, making blanca snort.

"don't expose him like that, he'll kill you if he hears you told her that" her older sister chided

"I'm not wrong! he doesn't bring anyone home unless he's serious about them!" ana said indignantly, and you felt your heart flutter

"my carlito is very shy, hija, and that's why we were so happy when he told us you were dating, and even more when he said he was bringing you home" reyes said to you, a nostalgic smile on her lips as she thought back to when all her children were babies.

"you're a lovely person, y/n. i knew it the moment you walked in the door, and I know you make carlos so happy. welcome to the family unofficially, mi hija" she said softly, to voices of agreement from ana and Blanca and you felt tears rise to your eyes.

overwhelmed with emotion, all you could do was squeeze their hands and say a soft "thank you"

later that night, as you and carlos for ready for bed, he came up to you, wrapping his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulders, massaging your shoulders with lotion.

"what did you talk to my mother and sisters about mi dulce?" he asked, pressing a gentle kiss to your collarbone.

"thats a secret, amor" you smirked and he whined, burying his face in your neck.

"ana has been winking at me all evening and poking me in the side. what did you dooo" he whined like a child and you giggled.

"i can't tell you,but they were all so lovely" you said, climbing into bed, as carlos snuggled up to you.

"see? i told you they'd all love you. my dad told me today as well, he thinks you're a perfect match for me and he'd like to take you for a round of golf sometime" he said, running his fingers through your hair.

"I'd love that" you smiled, kissing his nose.

of course, it didn't stop there.

before you knew it, carlos' lips were on yours. you pushed him away with a giggle, knowing it wouldn't stop at one.

"please amor, just one more, I've barely seen you today" he pouted and you rolled your eyes at his antics.

“fine. just one. one more kiss and that’s—”

carlos' mouth pressed against yours in a desperate kiss, mumbling a quick ,"yes, hmm, yes," as he nudges the tip of his tongue against yours to open up, trying to get you a more passionate kiss.

you pull back with a gasp, hands against his chest, “no no no no no. you need to behave and i only said one and your entire family is here and this is more than one —" he cut you off mid way again, pressing a flurry of pecks your lips.

desperately trying to keep your thoughts straight, you begins to cave in as his teeth gently nibble at your bottom lip, pulling it away and his eyes watching as it snaps back in its place, his tongue meets yours again.

you whine, body relaxing slowly into his, hands resting on his chest and face, monetarily forgetting the fact that you were making out with him in his family home.

"ay dios mio!" caco's voice exclaims and you jump, pulling away from carlos.

"por favor, cierra la puerta si vas a involucrarte en estas actividades, hermano." he said backing out of the room.

"qué quieres, caco?" carlos yelled after him, grinning at the sight of you burying your face in the blanket, shouting out an apology to caco.

"just wanted to say good night, which I now know you'll have!" he shouted back and you gasped, pulling the sheets over your face.

you were sure ana in the next room must have heard it.

"carlos" you whine as he laughs, anas voice floating in from next door "please don't traumatise me!"

all of a sudden, he pins you down, fingers ticking your sides, relishing the sound of your laughter.

“im so in love with you, angel, te amo." he whispered.

"te amo carlos" you mumbled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

everything had changed, thankfully for the better.

and you could not be happier.

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a/n : might make it multi part or just leave it like this, please let me know which one you'd prefer!!

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sizequadrant · 4 months ago

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not right - lando norris

pairing - lando norris x reader x mention of charles leclerc.

summary - an anniversary dinner goes wrong, or does it?

warnings - swearing, slight angst, sexual mentions, fluffy at the end.

a/n - ahh my first post, pls lmk any tips you have as this is my first ever fic ive ever written. i hope you love itttt!

You knew it was wrong, theres no way it wasn’t wrong. Turning up at your now ex’s bestfriends apartment at 11pm wasn’t on your to-do list for tonight.

It started when he came home late from work, you made an amazing dinner for your 1 year anniversary.

“ y/n i’m home.” his voice was gentle but filled with tiredness, as if he hadn’t caused you hours of stress and worry.

you don’t reply, you just stay wrapped up on the couch, still in your outfit but makeup noticeably smudged.

“y/n whats wrong mon amour? ” he says just above a whisper, smiling at you.

“ Don’t mon amour me, I’ve been sat here looking stupid for 2 hours Charles, two fucking hours! ” you shout, finally rising from the couch.

his brows furrow, charles slowly walks over to me and tries to grab your hand.

“ baby don’t be like this, i wasn’t gone long and we can eat now! ” he laughs as if nothing has happened, making you even more furious.

“ eat? eat what, the cold pasta or the stale bread? i’ve been waiting forever, worrying about where you are. Not even a phone call, why do you keep doing this to me every night? ” you run my hands through your hair and walk towards the shoe rack, grabbing your heels and throwing them on.

“i cant deal with your shit anymore y/n, i have a life you know, and it doesn’t revolve around you! ” he points in your face, eyes darker than ever and teeth gritted.

your breathe hitches and you feel tears welling in your eyes. you walk out your apartment door and slam it.

And thats how you got to where you are now, stood outside of his bestfriends apartment, debating whether to ring the bell or not. After ten minutes of anticipation you finally ring the bell.

“ y/n? ” lando’s eyes widen and he puts a hand through his wet hair.

you just look at him in delusion, as if nothing was real, were you actually stood in front of him or was it in your imagination, had you really left your boyfriends apartment and come straight to his friend for comfort. Nothing felt real to you.

“ y/n look at me ” lando grabs your face and makes you look at him, wiping the smudged mascara from under your eyes.

his voice is filled with so much concern and seeing his face looking down at you with so much worry is exactly what it takes for you to finally break.

“ it went so wrong, the whole night went so wrong” you fall into his arms sobbing, clutching onto his shirt like you were begging him not to let go.

lando puts an arm on the small of your back and walks you into his apartment, slowly sitting you down on the couch next to him.

After telling him what happened, and eventually calming down, your actions become a reality and you finally realise where you are.

you stand up of landos couch and straighten out my dress, looking round the room.

“ i’m sorry i shouldn’t have come here, charles is probably waiting. ” you smile and walk towards the door and grab my jacket.

“ y/n, do you not remember why you came here? ” he walks closer to me and places a hand on your cheek, sending butterflies through your stomach.

you just look at him in awe, something inside you takes over, you grab the back of his neck and put your lips on his, His kiss was too addicting.

it was almost everything you craved for. The way his lips moved on yours, the soft moan that slipped from his lips, and how his gaze had settled on you. His hand roamed around your body freely as if he knew it like the back of his hand.

you snap out of the trance he had you in, finally thinking about the actions you were doing.

you pull away and throw your hand over your mouth, putting your other on your stomach, feeling violently sick that you had just cheated on your boyfriend with one of his bestfriends.

“ i cant do this lando, i have a boyfriend ” you bite my bottom lip anxiously and turn quickly on my heel.

“ do whatever you thinks right y/n ” he smiles at you softly, making you nearly drop to my knees.

you smile back and walk out of his apartment door, walking through the streets of Monaco full of guilt, but also full of wonder.

what were you going to do?

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agendabymooner · 1 year ago

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paint him red ! max v. x ofc (ferrari!ofc)

summary: alfrieda "dina" ferrari is a granddaughter of the late enzo ferrari, and everybody wanted her. OR how everyone found out that max verstappen is dating an important figure from ferrari- no they're not talking about charles leclerc.

content warning: max and ofc are saucy and i love it, use of explicit language, briefly mentions daniil kvyat x ofc, fashion designer!ofc, utter nonsense mostly, ferrari soc media admin being themselves, shitty italian and dutch translation, italian gp, lestappen

note: it's been in my mind hehe enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

[translation: i'm very proud of the tifosi this weekend. charles and carlos, as always, they do their best to get the best result from the competition and they have never failed to keep ferrari's morale high, especially during the italian grand prix. thanks to the team and to the fans who welcomed me with open arms after attending my first race in ten years! let's keep working hard! forza ferrari!]

tagged scuderiaferrari, carlossainzjr, charles_leclerc

liked by olliebearman, arthur_leclerc, maxverstappen1

scuderiaferrari bentornata, dina! ❤️ welcome back, dina! liked by alfriedina

carlossainzjr grazie per l'amore 😍 thank you for the love! liked by alfriedina

charles_leclerc very glad to race with you there, frieda!!! 😝🥰 liked by alfriedina

user1 nvm maybe we can still forza this ferrari 🥰🤕

user2 the whole grid stay simping for her 🙄

user3 if a literal ferrari pulls up in the grid with all the class and all the beauty, i wouldn't blame the pilots for drooling 🥲

user4 she and kvyat woulda ate tho 🤧 can you just imagine him pulling up to the grid in ferrari clothes and a ferrari gf??

user5 maxie whatcha doin in dina's ig post 😲🤨

user6 at least she's not a mercedes 🤭 how awkward that'd be

tagged maxverstappen1

liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris, lewishamilton

charles_leclerc LMFAOOOO SIMP

user1 CHARLES THATS YOUR BOYFRIEND BYE-

landonorris it's what he deserves 😌

user2 ain't no way charles is clowning max for being left with red lipstick marks when we all know bro wears charles' red button up every night in bed 😩

user3 this isn't canon; it's a fact

scuderiaferrari this doesn't look good for us admins but EAT IT UP DINA EAT IT UP ❤️‍🔥😍

redbullracing this isn't who we are scuderiaferrari

scuderiaferrari bro are we about to kiss 😳

user4 ADMIN PLS NOT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

scuderiaferrari my bad 🤗

carlossainzjr scuderiaferrari wtf 😕

scuderiaferrari sorry carlitos 😖 we're just admiring here

user5 so real for that admin 🤩

maxverstappen1 schilder me zoals je wilt, mijn liefste 🥰 paint me however you'd like, my love liked by alfriedina

alfriedina finché vuoi, tesoro mio 😘 as long as you want my darling

redbullracing maxverstappen1 is this who we are? is this who we represent? 😰😨

user6 scuderiaferrari is the scarlet team and redbullracing is the scarred team 🤣

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that-trans-autistic-guy · 4 months ago

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why i love the edwin-crystal sibling like relationship from memory and why it makes me love crystal even more

there simply isn't enough online about 1. how awesome crystal is as a character and 2. how awesome her and edwin's relationship is. so imma dump all my thoughts here from pure memory.

ep1: so yeah, they start rough. but when jenny points out to crystal that she's so focused on her own problems that she's ignoring everyone else's, just like how she said the boys did, she resolves to change that. she realized she was being unfair because it was pointed out and she decided to try and be better. when edwin breaks down, she's listening. she's listening and understanding. she tells this boy, who has not been the nicest to her but she's beginning to understand, that she gets it. that she sees him, that his unnoticed death matters to her. she sees the sharp, jagged, raw and emotional parts of a boy that she'd only seen as cold and logical thus far. and when his unusually timid voice asks if they can focus on becky's case, she agrees. in the butcher shop, she offers to once again explain the internet to edwin. implying that she'd already done so. and she says it without any condescendence. when she's knocked to the ground, edwin helps her up and they sort of cling to each other as charles is reckless.

ep2: not as much here from what i remember but there's still some stuff. edwin does actually commend her actions in luring the sprites out, followed by telling her not to do it again. from an emotionally repressed boy from a time when fixing each other's clothes was the most intimate thing you could do in public, thats quite a big step.

ep3: one of my personal faves. crystal is quick to point out that edwin is jealous of her and charles. she does actually assure him that nothing would happen and its just a small show of her care for his feelings. now, in the house, do they bicker and argue? yes they do. but i would argue that most of that is fueled by their anxiety and fear for charles. when crystal points out that charles has issues, he ultimately listens. its shown immediately the next ep when he tries to be better and offer himself as a safe space, something he wouldn't have thought to do without crystal's guidance. when they actually work together, its incredible. crystal literally fights her own personal demon to get back to the boys. edwin is trusting her enough to openly admit that he has no idea how a vhs works and trusts her to put in the work to save his person. when she's in danger, he pulls her out because he cares and she's given him reason to. she doesn't question when she comes out from her own head and edwin immediately asks for help, something he almost never does. when she talks about how she's a bad person, edwin immediately tells her that she isn't. he wastes no time in assuring her that she couldn't be anything but the person she is now. she also points out the moment charles' mask goes right back up and offers a lot of insight to edwin. because edwin hasn't really had a friend before charles and charles was already doing this when they met. he had no reason to think that it wasn't a normal thing. but crystal points it out and he notices, he listens and he learns.

ep4: this is another one i dont particularly remember much of these two from. the ep starts with edwin asking if charles wanted to talk about his father, something he never would have done without crystal's guidance. when edwin tells crystal and charles to go off together, she asks him if he's ok, which in the moment, is said in a somewhat joking tone. but once he's gone, she asks charles about it because she's concerned about him and she knows him well enough to know something's wrong. when she's angry that the washer woman didn't give her an answer, he apologizes genuinely because he does want the best for her.

ep5: this ep starts off with a lot of emotional maturity from crystal. she admits that she isn't in the right space to start a relationship and i'll be honest, i hadn't seen that from a show before. made me love her even more. one of my favorite moments of the show is them haunting twitchy ritchy. when he makes deprecating and homophobic 'jokes', crystal is quick to shut him down. and i would argue that she knew edwin was gay, i'd argue for hours. she notices his distress and immediately shuts the dude down, and hard. in return, when ritchy tries to be intimidating, edwin is the first to step in. he extinguishes the flame with a satisfied lil smirk and crystal didn't even have to look over to know that he would step in. and we don't really see it, but i'd bet watching edwin do childish little haunting things probably made her smile. it's a scene i think about all the time. when edwin shoos them away from the summoning and charles questions his choice, crystal sticks up for the decision. its small and unintentional, but there is an aspect where she admits that he's right. something she wouldn't do if she didn't like him and respect him. and when edwin realizes that marin killed the jocks, he's rushing out behind charles. hell it looks like he's pushing him forward to get them downstairs. crystal emphasizes at the end that she sympathizes with the boys, that it was a shitty thing to have in common that they were all victims. yet she offers her sympathy nonetheless. and when edwin says he's had enough emotion for the day, she isn't offended that he wasn't receptive or anything like that. she just smiles, knowing that he really can't handle a lot of emotions and she knows that he doesn't mean anything negative by it. she shows that she understands him and that she doesn't judge who he is.

ep6: when crystal loses her powers, she's scared to tell edwin. she says that she's afraid that he would consider her useless and toss her aside. but that stems from the fact that she really values him as a friend and is scared of being abandoned by the only people she has. and when edwin finds out, he is shocked sure but he's also concerned. he insists that he wouldn't have left her behind and she tells him that he would. its an emotional moment for her and i wouldn't write off that she's just really defensive in the moment. when she sees the boys in trouble, about to be dead-dead, that's when she regains her abilities because she cares about both of the boys and gods be damned if she's gonna let a witch tear them from her. and as the walk back, she leans into charles because she knows edwin doesn't like touch. but he's still right behind her, still nearby and offering silent support. and he goes the step of naming one of their plans after her, plain and simple. she shows her appreciation in the same slightly sarcastic tone they use with each other all the time.

ep7: so many thoughts. the second she finds out that edwin is in hell, she's already resolved to go get him. she has known the boy for a few weeks at most and she cares so much and is so selfless that she doesn't hesitate to volunteer to go to actual fucking hell. when she's told she can't? she tracks down her abusive demon ex who has literally tormented and plagued her mind nonstop. she walks right into his domain and demands he open her a door to hell. literally demands the person who has ruined her life to let her into hell to rescue her friend. when he refuses? she's ready to throw hands and doesn't hesitate to do so. and when the boys come back? yes, she does hug charles and not edwin, but she knows that isn't his thing. but when it cuts back to the teens after the night nurse speaks, you see her arm falling from edwin's. even though he hates hugs and she knows it, she still reached out and held his arm to show how happy she was that he was there, that he was safe. because even though he doesn't hug, she still needed to show him she was happy he was back. she talks about how she fought david and edwin expresses surprise and concern. her retort? 'it was the funniest thing. my friend got dragged to hell and i just had to try and help him.' she doesn't even think about hiding how much she cares and edwin's little smile just confirms how much it means to him.

ep8: when she's recovering her memories, edwin is there. he's watching over her with charles and that just hits something in me. he must have spent so long in the dollhouse exhausted, hoping someone would watch over him so he could be safe and rest. and when crystal is vulnerable, he's doing it. he watches over her as she calls her parents and the second she says that they didn't care, he is insisting that there must be some kind of explanation. every time she wakes up after eating the memory orbs, he rushing to her right beside charles. and i'd bet my bottom dollar he was stressed the whole time she was out. when crystal leaves, edwin does offer her a handshake. she jokes about how he's changed, how he's gotten friendlier, and he jokes back, even throwing in a reference to hell. it's a sweet little interaction and it shows their friendship and familiarity. esther takes the boys and she doesn't hesitate to work a way to get them back. she goes right to the cat king and argues that edwin is her friend and tck should help them because he has personal interest. she charges right into esther's house and already has a plan in place. she spends a minute on charles because she knows edwin's in danger and his screams are fucking unbearable. she offers herself as a distraction so niko can free edwin. when she's pinned against the wall, she scream-pleads for edwin to hold on and it is full of desperation, because she needs her friend to be okay. that scream haunts my mind because she is scared and she knows he is too, and she needs him to hold on and be okay. and when niko 'dies', they are huddled over her body and mourning together. in the end, edwin gives her a professional offer for her to have a permanent place with the agency. and this girl, so naturally full of love and affection, hugs him with a massive smile on her face. because she's been looking for people to belong with and she's found em and they want her around. and she's gonna do anything she can to hold onto them, come hell, demons or high water.

basically, crystal is beyond amazing and her sibling relationship with edwin is my favorite. if you don't like her, argue with the goddamn wall.

#dead boy detectives #crystal palace #edwin & crystal #i would kill for crystal #and i stand by that #there is not enough love for crystal so heres my essay #they could never make me hate you

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Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Part 22: Dawn

A/N: Sorry for not posting! I was busy with finals. Enjoy <3

Previous chapters ☞ HERE ☜

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The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I stirred in bed, feeling the warmth of Logan beside me, his arm draped protectively over my waist. For a moment, I allowed myself to savor the peace of the morning, the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, the way his presence grounded me in a way nothing else could. But as much as I wanted to stay wrapped up in this cocoon of comfort, reality was quick to intrude.

The events of the previous day came rushing back-Erik's behavior, the looming danger that hung over us like a dark cloud. I knew we couldn't afford to stay in this bubble for long. There was too much at stake. I gently shifted, turning to face Logan. His eyes were still closed, but I could tell he was awake by the way his grip on me tightened slightly, as if he didn't want to let go.

"Good morning," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. His eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Morning, Bub," he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to get lost in the warmth of his affection. But the weight of what lay ahead was impossible to ignore. I sighed softly, resting my head against his chest.

"We can't stay here forever, can we?"Logan's hand stroked my back in soothing circles, but there was a tension in his muscles that told me he was thinking the same thing. "No, we can't," he admitted, his voice tinged with reluctance.

"But we'll take this one step at a time. We'll figure it out."I nodded, drawing strength from his words. "We'll deal with Erik, and then... we can finally be together in peace." He kissed the top of my head, his voice filled with determination. "We will. I promise you that."

After a few more moments of quiet, we finally got out of bed and started getting ready for the day. The mansion was still quiet, most of the team likely still asleep or just starting to stir and the older kids where taken to the mountains for a field trip by Peter, storm and alongside Laura, which I was eager to see and apologize.

Logans quickly got dressed while I flicked my wrist to change my clothes into something appropriate. "Wow thats... new", he says in a shock manner. I looked up with a smirk. "Yeah, I'm sill getting used to these new powers myself." He nodded in awe and we walked out the door holding his hand as we walked to the kitchen.

When we finally made our way to the kitchen, we found Hank already there, sipping his morning coffee while reading through a stack of papers. He looked up as we entered, giving us a small nod of acknowledgment.

"Morning," he greeted, his tone neutral but friendly.

"Good morning, Hank," I replied, trying to muster a smile despite the weight on my shoulders. "Any updates?"

Hank set his coffee down, a serious expression crossing his features. "Nothing significant yet, but I've been monitoring the situation closely. We're preparing for all contingencies, just in case Erik decides to make a move."

Logan pulled out a chair for me before taking a seat across from Hank. "Good. We need to be ready for anything."

Hank nodded in agreement. "We'll need to strategize with the rest of the team once they're up. But I have to ask, Violet-are you feeling ready for this? I know you've been through a lot."

I appreciated the concern in Hank's voice, but I also knew that this wasn't the time for hesitation. "I'm ready," I said firmly.

Hank gave me a reassuring smile. "That's good to hear. We're all in this together, and we'll do whatever it takes to keep everyone safe."

As we continued discussing the plans for the day, Scott and Charles joined us in the kitchen, their expressions mirroring the seriousness of the situation. The weight of the impending confrontation with Erik was palpable, and I could feel the tension growing among us as we prepared for what might come.

By the time the rest of the team had gathered, the atmosphere had shifted into one of focused determination. We all knew what was at stake, and there was an unspoken understanding that we needed to be united, stronger than ever, if we were going to stand a chance against Erik.

Charles took charge of the discussion, his voice calm and authoritative. "We need to ensure that the mansion is secure, and that everyone is prepared for any potential threats. Hank, I want you to oversee the security measures. Scott, I'll need you to coordinate the training sessions for the team. We'll need everyone at their best."

Scott nodded, already planning out the drills in his mind. "Consider it done."

Charles then turned to Logan and me, his gaze steady. "Logan, Violet-I need you both to be on alert. Erik may try to target you specifically, especially after what happened at the sanctuary. We can't afford to let our guard down."

Logan's expression hardened, his protective instincts kicking in. "We'll be ready, Charles. He won't catch us off guard."

I could feel the resolve in the room, the way everyone was focused and determined. It gave me strength, knowing that I wasn't facing this alone. But there was still a part of me that couldn't shake the fear-the fear of what Erik might do, the fear of losing the people I cared about.

As the meeting came to a close, Charles gave us all a final, reassuring look. "We've faced challenges before, and we've come through stronger each time. This will be no different. Remember, we're a team. We'll get through this together."

With the meeting adjourned, the team dispersed, each of us heading off to our respective tasks. Logan stayed by my side as we walked down the hallway, his presence a constant source of comfort.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.I nodded, giving him a small smile.

"I am. Just... nervous, I guess."

Logan stopped walking and turned to face me, his hands gently gripping my shoulders as he looked into my eyes. "I will protect you, Violet. We've got each other, and we've got the team. Erik doesn't stand a chance against that."

His words warmed my heart, and I leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, Logan. I don't know what I'd do without you," I said as my fingers intertwined with his.

"You won't ever have to find out," he replied, his voice filled with quiet determination.

After lunch, I made my way to the training room, needing to clear my head and prepare for whatever lay ahead. The moment I stepped inside, I was greeted by the sight of Scott flying across the room, his body slamming into the padded wall with a force that made me flinch. I froze in the doorway, my heart skipping a beat.

But to my surprise, Scott quickly got to his feet, brushing off the impact as if it were nothing. He looked over at me, a grin spreading across his face despite the obvious intensity of the sparring session.

"Hey, Violet, glad you could join us," he called out, his tone light, as if getting thrown around by an unseen force was just another day at the office.

I stared at him in disbelief, still trying to process what I had just witnessed. "Are you okay? You just flew across the room."

Scott laughed at my concern, waving off my question with a casual shrug. "I'm alright. Just sparring against these robots Hank created for training. They're pretty tough, but nothing I can't handle. You should give it a try."

I hesitated, glancing around the room at the various training bots that were scattered about. They were sleek and menacing, their eyes glowing with an eerie light as they awaited their next command. The idea of facing off against them was daunting, but I knew that I needed to be prepared-both physically and mentally-for whatever Erik might throw our way.

"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "I mean, they look... intense."

Scott's grin widened, and he gave me an encouraging nod. "Trust me, it's great practice. Besides, you've got some pretty powerful abilities. This will help you sharpen them. And don't worry, Hank programmed them with safety protocols. They're not going to hurt you."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. "Alright, I'll give it a shot."

Scott activated one of the robots with a quick command, and it immediately sprang to life, its movements fluid and precise as it approached me. My heart raced as I faced off against the mechanical opponent, but I knew I had to stay focused. This was just a training exercise-a way to prepare for the real threats we might face.

The robot moved quickly, its attacks coming in a blur of motion. I dodged the first strike, feeling the rush of adrenaline course through my veins. Instinctively, I tapped into my powers, sending a telekinetic blast at the robot, pushing it back several feet. It recovered almost instantly, advancing again with renewed determination.

Scott watched from the sidelines, offering tips and encouragement as I fought to hold my own against the relentless machine. "Keep your focus, Violet! Don't let it overwhelm you. Use your agility and stay one step ahead!"

I nodded, gritting my teeth as I dodged another swipe from the robot's metallic arm. I could feel the strain of the battle starting to wear on me, but I refused to back down. With each movement, I tried to channel my energy, honing my abilities and pushing myself to the limit.

The robot lunged at me, and I countered with a burst of energy that sent it crashing into the wall. But just as I thought I had the upper hand, it sprang back to its feet, unfazed by the attack.

"These things are relentless," I muttered under my breath, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead.

Scott chuckled, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "That's the point! Keep going, you're doing great!"

I took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. I had to remember that this was just training-a way to prepare myself for the challenges ahead. As the robot advanced once more, I reached deep within, drawing on the strength I had discovered over the past few weeks.

With a powerful surge of telekinesis, I lifted the robot off its feet, suspending it in the air for a moment before slamming it back down onto the mat with a resounding crash. The lights in its eyes flickered and then went dark as the training bot powered down, finally defeated.

I stood there for a moment, panting slightly as I took in what I had just accomplished. The room was still, the only sound my own heavy breathing as I tried to steady my racing heart. Just as I was beginning to catch my breath, the doors to the training room slid open, revealing Logan and Raven, with Hank and Charles close behind.

"There you guys are," Raven said, her tone light.

Logan's eyes immediately found mine, a mix of concern and pride evident in his gaze. He quickly crossed the room to my side, his hand reaching out to gently touch my arm. "You alright, Violet?" he asked, his voice low and filled with genuine worry.

I nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little winded from the training."

Raven stepped forward, her keen eyes taking in the sight of the powered-down robot. "Looks like you gave it a good run. These things are no joke, especially with the intensity Hank programmed into them."

Hank, ever the scientist, gave a small nod of approval as he looked over the robot. "You handled it well, Violet. These training bots are designed to push you to your limits, and you clearly rose to the challenge."

Charles, who had been observing quietly from the doorway, rolled his wheelchair further into the room. His calm, thoughtful gaze settled on me, and I could sense the weight of his thoughts. "Violet, you've shown incredible growth in your abilities. But I must ask-how do you feel, truly? Both physically and emotionally?"

I was taken aback by their behavior, the concern in their eyes making me feel slightly out of place. "Guys, I'm alright," I said, trying to sound reassuring, though I could hear the slight edge of defensiveness in my voice.

Raven raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall. "We know you're tough, Violet. But it's okay to admit when things are weighing on you."

Logan's grip on my arm tightened ever so slightly, a silent reminder that I didn't have to face everything alone. "They're just worried about you, Bub. We all are."

I sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and gratitude. It was hard to accept concern when I was so used to being the one who pushed through, the one who handled things on her own. But looking around at the faces of my friends, I realized that this was different. They weren't questioning my strength-they were offering their support.

"I appreciate it, really," I said, softening my tone. "But I am okay. I've been through a lot, and yeah, it's been tough, but I'm not about to break. We've got bigger things to worry about right now, like Erik. We need to stay focused."

Charles gave me a knowing smile, his eyes full of understanding. "And that focus is what makes you a valuable member of this team. But remember, even the strongest of us need to lean on others sometimes. We're here for you, Violet. Whatever you need."

Raven nodded in agreement, her tough exterior softening just a bit. "We've got your back. All of us."

Hank cleared his throat, moving the attention towards him, but before he could say anything, a loud bang echoed from outside, shaking the walls of the mansion. The sound was so sudden and powerful that it made everyone in the room freeze for a moment, their expressions instantly turning from focused to alarmed.

"What the hell was that?" Logan growled, his body tensing as he instinctively moved closer to me, his protective instincts kicking in.

Charles immediately closed his eyes, focusing his telepathic abilities to scan the area outside. His face grew grim as he opened his eyes again. "We're under attack. It's Erik."

The room erupted into action. Logan unsheathed his claws with a familiar snikt sound, his eyes narrowing with determination. Raven shifted into her battle-ready form, her blue skin shimmering in the low light. Hank's usually calm demeanor was replaced by a focused intensity as he quickly moved towards the control panel to assess the situation.

"Get the team ready!" Charles commanded, his voice steady despite the urgency of the situation. "We need to secure the mansion and protect the students."

I felt a surge of adrenaline as the reality of the situation hit me. This was it-Erik was making his move, and we had to be ready for whatever he had planned. I glanced at Logan, who gave me a quick, reassuring nod. "Stay close, Bub," he said, his voice low and protective.

"Always," I replied, feeling a mixture of fear and determination rising within me.

As we all rushed toward the door, ready to face the threat outside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of inevitability. This confrontation had been building ever since I left the sanctuary, and now it was here, staring us down with the full force of Erik's power.

We burst through the doors of the mansion and into the courtyard, where the scene before us was one of chaos. Erik stood at the forefront, his eyes blazing with determination and power. Beside him were a group of his followers, their faces set with the same grim resolve.

"You should have stayed at the sanctuary, Violet," Erik called out, his voice carrying over the din of the chaos around us. "You've forced my hand."

I stepped forward, feeling the power within me surge to the surface. "I won't let you use me, Erik. This ends now."

Charles moved up beside me, his voice calm yet filled with an underlying plea. "Erik, please, you don't have to do this. There's still time to-"

But Erik cut him off sharply. "Save it. Enough with the pleading and convincing. I don't care anymore."

Charles's gaze locked onto Erik, his eyes glistening with pain. "If you do this now, Erik, there's no going back."

As Erik stood resolute, the tension in the air grew heavier. From behind him, mutants began to emerge from the trees, forming a line of support. Some of the faces were familiar, ones I had seen during my time at the sanctuary. They were people I had shared meals with, trained with-now they stood on the opposite side, their expressions hardened by Erik's influence.

The sight of them sent a pang of sadness through me, but I couldn't afford to dwell on it. This was no longer about who was right or wrong; it was about survival, about stopping Erik from using us as tools for his agenda. I could feel the energy crackling around me, the anticipation of what was about to unfold hanging heavy in the air.

Raven glanced at Charles, her voice low but firm. "He's not going to listen, Charles. He's made up his mind."

Hank, standing beside her, nodded in agreement, his expression grim. "We have to fight. It's the only way to stop him now."

Charles closed his eyes for a moment, as if absorbing the weight of those words, then slowly nodded. The pain of the situation was evident in his eyes, but so was his resolve. "I know," he said quietly, the sorrow in his voice unmistakable. "But remember, we're not just fighting Erik. These mutants behind him-they're being manipulated. We need to protect them as much as ourselves."

Logan stepped forward, his claws unsheathing with a familiar metallic snikt, his gaze locked on Erik. "We'll do what we have to, Charles. But we can't hold back. Erik's too dangerous."

I could feel the energy in the room shift as everyone prepared themselves for the inevitable confrontation. My heart pounded in my chest, not out of fear, but out of a fierce determination. I glanced at Logan, who gave me a small nod, a silent promise that he would be by my side no matter what.

Erik stepped forward, his magnetic power crackling around him as he lifted a hand. "You think you can stop me, Charles? You think any of you can?" His voice was laced with disdain, his eyes narrowing as he looked over our group.

"We have to try," I said, stepping up beside Charles, my power flaring to life, creating a protective barrier around us.

Erik's eyes narrowed as he saw the barrier shimmer into existence around us. He sneered, his voice cold and calculating. "Very well. But know this, Violet-whatever happens today, the blood will be on your hands."

His words were like ice, but I refused to let them shake me. I met his gaze with unwavering determination. "I won't let you hurt anyone else, Erik. Not the X-Men, not those you've manipulated, and not me."

Erik's expression darkened, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent a wave of magnetic force crashing against my barrier. The impact reverberated through me, but I held firm, strengthening the shield with every ounce of power I could muster.

Logan stepped forward, claws ready, his voice a low growl. "If you want a fight, Erik, you've got one."

Before Erik could respond, the mutants behind him surged forward, their faces a mix of confusion and determination.

Hank and Raven moved into position, ready to defend against the oncoming attack. Raven shifted into a more agile form, her movements fluid and precise as she prepared for the fight ahead. Hank, in his Beast form, let out a low growl, his muscles tensing in anticipation and Scott took a deep before speaking, " We could really use storm and Peter right now."

Charles, still at my side, reached out telepathically, trying to calm the minds of those under Erik's control. "You don't have to do this," he projected, his mental voice soothing but firm. "Erik is using you. You have a choice."

Some of the mutants hesitated, their steps faltering as Charles's words reached them. But Erik, sensing the wavering resolve, raised his arms, amplifying his magnetic field and sending debris from the surrounding area hurtling toward us.

I expanded the barrier, catching the flying metal and debris, but the strain was immense. My powers were growing, but so was the challenge before us.

Logan darted forward, taking advantage of Erik's focus on me, his claws slashing through the metal projectiles as he closed the distance. "Erik!" Logan roared

Erik turned his attention to Logan, sending a concentrated blast of magnetic energy toward him. Logan dodged, but the force of the blast sent him skidding across the ground, his claws digging into the earth to slow his momentum.

"Logan!" I called out, my heart clenching as I saw him struggle to regain his footing. But I couldn't afford to lose focus-not now.

Raven and Hank engaged the other mutants, doing their best to incapacitate them without causing serious harm. It was a delicate balance, fighting to protect while also trying to free them from Erik's influence.

Charles's mental presence was strong beside me, but I could feel the strain it was putting on him to maintain control over his own mind while trying to reach out to the others. "Violet," he said, his voice tight with concentration, "we need to get through to Erik. If we can break his hold, the others might stand down."

I nodded, knowing he was right. But getting through to Erik seemed like an impossible task-he was too far gone, too consumed by his own power and anger.

The fight was intensifying, and I could feel the pressure mounting. The barrier around us flickered as I struggled to maintain it under the continuous onslaught of Erik's power. I needed to do something-something that would turn the tide in our favor.

Gathering every bit of strength I had left, I reached out with my powers, focusing on the magnetic field Erik was generating. I could feel the energy, the raw power he was channeling, and I knew I had to disrupt it somehow.

"Erik!" I shouted, my voice echoing across the battlefield. "Please, listen to Charles."

For a brief moment, his eyes met mine, and I thought I saw a flicker of something-hesitation, doubt, maybe even regret. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a cold, steely resolve.

"Violet, you've always been naive," Erik said, his voice tinged with bitterness. "This is the only way."

With a final surge of power, I focused all my energy on Erik's helmet, trying to remove it, to break his concentration. I could feel the strain, and finally I removed it, chattering in pieces.

"Charles, now!" I called out, hoping he could use the opening I was creating to reach Erik's mind.

Charles's telepathic presence intensified, pushing through the mental barriers Erik had erected. "Erik, stop this! It doesn't have to end this way!"

Erik staggered as his helmet shattered into pieces, the metal fragments falling to the ground around him. The sudden exposure to Charles's telepathy caught him off guard, and I could see the conflict in his eyes as Charles's voice echoed in his mind.

"Erik, listen to me," Charles's voice was calm but filled with a sense of urgency. "This path leads to nothing but destruction-for you, for all of us. There is still time to change, to make a different choice."

Erik's hand went to his temple as if trying to block out the words. His face contorted with pain, and for a brief moment, I saw the man he used to be-the man who fought for mutantkind out of a genuine desire to protect them, not to dominate them.

But then his expression hardened, and he straightened, the determination in his eyes returning. "No, Charles," he ground out, his voice laced with anguish. "You don't understand. You've never understood. This is the only way to ensure our survival."

With a furious roar, Erik unleashed a massive wave of magnetic energy, the force of it sending shockwaves through the ground. The trees around us trembled, and the metal debris that littered the battlefield was ripped into the air, swirling around him in a chaotic storm.

I stumbled back, trying to regain my footing as the energy around us intensified. Logan was at my side in an instant, his claws out, ready to protect me from the onslaught.

"Erik, stop!" I screamed, my voice cutting through the cacophony of metal and energy. "This isn't the way! We can find another path, together!"

For a brief moment, Erik hesitated again, his eyes locking onto mine. I could see the inner turmoil in his gaze, the war being waged within his mind. Charles was still there, pushing, pleading with him to see reason.

But Erik's resolve was ironclad. "You don't understand, Violet. You don't see the threats we face-the lengths they will go to destroy us. I'm doing this for all of us."

His words were filled with desperation, and I could see that he truly believed he was doing the right thing. But that didn't make it any less wrong.

With a final burst of energy, Erik sent a concentrated blast of magnetic force directly at me and Logan. I barely had time to react, throwing up a shield just in time to deflect the worst of the blast. The force of it sent me sprawling, the impact reverberating through my entire body.

Logan was at my side in an instant, his eyes wide with concern. "Violet!"

"I'm okay," I gasped, struggling to catch my breath. But I knew we were running out of time. Erik's rage was growing, and if we didn't stop him soon, it would be too late.

I looked over at Charles, who was still trying to reach Erik's mind. His face was pale with the effort, sweat beading on his forehead. "Charles, I don't know how much longer I can hold out," I said, my voice trembling with the strain.

Charles nodded, his expression grim. "I know, Violet. But we have to try one last time."

With renewed determination, I pushed myself to my feet, standing tall despite the pain that wracked my body. I focused all my energy on Erik, reaching out with my powers once more. This time, I didn't just try to disrupt his magnetic field-I tried to connect with him, to show him the truth of what he was doing.

"Erik, please," I called out, my voice filled with all the emotion I could muster. "You're not alone in this. We can fight together, find a way to protect our people without losing ourselves in the process. Don't let your fear and anger consume you."

For a moment, it seemed like my words had reached him. Erik's expression softened, and the storm of energy around us began to waver.

But then, as if the moment had passed, his face twisted in anguish, and the storm returned with renewed fury. "I can't stop now, Violet! I've come too far!"

Logan growled, stepping forward, ready to attack, but I placed a hand on his arm, holding him back. "No, Logan. We can't give up on him-not yet."

I reached out with my powers again, this time focusing not on disrupting Erik's energy, but on channeling my own. I could feel the strength within me, the power that had been growing ever since I first came to the mansion. I had the ability to change reality, to alter the world around me. And now, I was going to use it.

Closing my eyes, I concentrated on Erik, on the magnetic energy that surrounded him. I focused on his mind, on the fear and pain that drove him to this point. And with all the strength I had, I pushed against it, trying to show him a different way.

The energy around us began to shift, the storm of metal and debris slowing as I exerted my will. I could feel the resistance, the pushback from Erik's power, but I didn't back down.

"Erik," I said, my voice soft but firm. "You're not alone. We're here with you. You don't have to do this."

For a moment, the storm stopped. The metal fragments that had been swirling around Erik fell to the ground, the energy dissipating as he stood there, staring at me with wide eyes.

As the mutants and x-men continued to battle around us, their powers clashing in a chaotic dance, I took a deep breath and walked towards Erik. His expression was a mixture of pain and confusion, the battle within him evident in the way he clenched his fists and pressed a hand to his temple.

"Let me help you take the pain away, Erik," I whispered, my voice filled with compassion. "Let me set you free."

"How?" he asked, his voice strained, as if he could barely hold himself together.

Slowly, I raised my hands, hovering them just above his head. I could feel the turmoil in his mind, the overwhelming grief, anger, and fear that had driven him for so long. My heart ached for him, for the boy who had lost everything and the man who had been shaped by that loss.

As I delved into his mind, memories began to flood my consciousness-memories of a young Erik in Poland, his mother's death in front of him, the horrors of being experimented on. The raw agony of those moments had scarred him deeply, creating a well of pain that had only grown over time. My eyes filled with tears as I witnessed his suffering, understanding, perhaps for the first time, just how deeply it had consumed him.

But I also knew that beneath that pain, there was still a part of Erik that longed for peace, for release from the burden he had carried for so long.

I focused on that part of him, reaching out with my power to bring him the peace he so desperately needed. I didn't erase his memories-those experiences were a part of him, just as Logan's past was a part of him. But I did what I had done for Logan so many times when his nightmares threatened to overwhelm him. I soothed the raw edges of Erik's pain, calming the storm inside him, and gave him the chance to finally let go of the grudge that had consumed him for so long.

As I worked, I felt Erik's resistance begin to crumble. The tension in his body eased, and the tightness in his expression softened. His hand slowly dropped from his temple, and his gaze met mine, filled with a vulnerability that he had spent years hiding.

Tears streamed down my face as I continued to pour my energy into him, offering him the peace that had eluded him for so long. "You don't have to fight anymore, Erik," I murmured. "You can let it go. You can be free."

A tear slipped down Erik's cheek, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of something I had never seen in him before-relief. He closed his eyes, and I could feel the weight of his pain begin to lift, the anger and bitterness that had fueled him slowly dissipating.

The battle around us began to quiet as the other mutants noticed the change in Erik. They hesitated, uncertain of what was happening, but sensing that something profound had shifted.

Charles, who had been watching intently, rolled closer, his expression a mixture of hope and sadness. "Erik, it's over. You don't have to carry this burden anymore."

Erik opened his eyes and looked at Charles, the hardness that had been there for so long replaced by a deep weariness. "I've done terrible things," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know if I can ever atone for them."

Charles nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "We all have our demons, Erik. But redemption is always possible. It's never too late to choose a different path."

Erik looked around at the battlefield, at the mutants who had fought for him and against him, and then back at me. His eyes were filled with a sorrow that ran deep, but also with a glimmer of hope. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice breaking.

I nodded, my heart full as I lowered my hands, the connection between us fading as Erik's mind settled into a state of calm. He took a deep, shuddering breath, and I could see the tension leave his body, replaced by a quiet acceptance.

The other mutants began to step back, the fight leaving them as they realized that the battle was truly over. The storm of energy that had surrounded Erik dissipated completely, leaving only the quiet aftermath of what had been a fierce conflict.

As the dust settled, the remaining mutants stepped closer, their expressions a mix of relief and uncertainty. The tension that had gripped the battlefield slowly began to fade, replaced by a sense of quiet introspection. Erik, his energy drained but his mind finally at peace, began to hover slightly above the ground, his body lifting gently as if buoyed by an invisible force.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions-gratitude, sorrow, and perhaps even a touch of hope. With a slight nod, he acknowledged the role I had played in his release from the darkness that had consumed him for so long. I returned the gesture, understanding the significance of this moment for both of us.

Erik then turned his gaze to Charles, who had been watching the entire scene with a mixture of sadness and understanding. The two old friends locked eyes, and for a moment, it was as if time itself had paused, allowing them to silently communicate all the things that had been left unsaid over the years.

"Farewell, old friend," Erik said, his voice steady but tinged with a deep, lingering regret. There was no malice, no anger-only the quiet acceptance of a man who had finally found the peace he had sought for so long.

Charles nodded, his eyes filled with the weight of their shared history, of all the battles they had fought together and against each other. "Farewell, Erik," he replied softly, his voice filled with the compassion and understanding that had always defined him. "May you find the peace you've been searching for."

With that, Erik began to ascend higher into the sky, his figure slowly diminishing as he drifted away from the battlefield, away from the pain and conflict that had defined so much of his life. The mutants below watched in silence, a collective understanding passing between them that this was the end of an era.

As Erik disappeared into the horizon, a profound stillness settled over the battlefield. The air was thick with the weight of what had just transpired, but also with the promise of a new beginning-a future that was no longer bound by the shadows of the past.

I turned to look at Logan, who was standing beside me, his expression a mixture of pride and relief. He reached out, taking my hand in his, and I felt the warmth of his touch grounding me in the present moment.

"Finally" I whispered, my voice filled with a sense of finality and hope.

As the other mutants began to disperse, we turned and started walking back to the mansion, the weight of the battle slowly lifting off our shoulders. The sun was now fully risen, casting a warm, golden light over the grounds, as if nature itself was acknowledging the peace that had finally been restored.

As we neared the entrance of the mansion, Charles rolled up beside us, stopping me with a gentle touch on my arm. I turned to face him, seeing a mix of emotions in his eyes-gratitude, relief, and a touch of sorrow.

"Thank you, Violet," Charles said, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for doing what I should have done a long time ago."

I placed my hand on his shoulder, offering him a small, reassuring smile. "You don't have to thank me for anything, Charles," I replied softly. "We all did what we had to do. Erik found peace, and that's what matters."

Charles nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You've shown great strength and compassion, Violet. You've given Erik something I feared he would never find-peace within himself."

I squeezed his shoulder gently, feeling a deep sense of connection and understanding pass between us. "We all carry our own burdens, Charles. But we're not alone. We have each other."

He smiled at that, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Indeed, we do."

Logan, who had been standing quietly beside me, gave Charles a nod of respect. Charles looked at him, his expression filled with gratitude. "I've never got the chance to properly thank you Logan for coming back to us," Charles said, his voice sincere and filled with warmth.

Logan looked at him, a mixture of emotions flickering across his face. For a moment, it seemed as though he was searching for the right words. Finally, he simply nodded, his voice gruff but genuine. "I'm glad to be here, Charles."

Charles smiled, a gentle, knowing smile that spoke of the deep bond they shared. "We're stronger with you here. Don't ever forget that."

Logan's gaze softened, and he nodded again, his grip on my hand tightening slightly as if to reaffirm his place with us, with the family he had found once more.

Charles rolled away, leaving Logan and me alone at the entrance of the mansion. I looked up at Logan, giving him a small peck on his soft lips, feeling the warmth of his breath against mine. His hand held mine tightly, a silent promise of the future we now had before us.

"What now?" Logan asked, his voice low and filled with the weight of everything we had been through.

I looked into his eyes, my heart swelling with a sense of peace I hadn't felt in a long time. The scent of him, comforting and familiar, filled my senses, grounding me in the moment. I smiled softly, feeling the corners of my lips lift as I spoke.

"We can finally live," I replied, the words a simple yet profound declaration of the life we had fought so hard to reclaim.

Logan's expression softened, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to something tender and unguarded. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine, his breath warm on my skin.

"Yeah, we can," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet determination.

As we stood there, hand in hand, the world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in our shared moment of tranquility. The battles we had fought, the pain we had endured-it all felt distant now, overshadowed by the bright promise of what was to come.

New chapter: 23: A new beginning

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cyberkitty1 · 1 year ago

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E!42 miles x thick/chubby black reader Part 2

Part 1

warnings: lowercase intended, mean family members

she walkes up eyeing miles like he was a prey and she was hunting him down, not before looking st you with utter disgust. “ not sure how ou could pull someone like this” she days looking at miles smiling “ and eho are you?” she says sweetly, way to sweetly.

“ miles” he says plainly “ no need to be salty! you can come with me so your not as sad, how bout it?” something inside you snapped, why was she always picking on you? its not like she looked any better, she looked like wendy williams post rehab.

“ no he wouldn’t sorry” she looks over at you “ i dont think i was talking to you?” “yea just like he dosent want to talk to you, if you dont mind, or even if you do could you leave?” she scoffs “ and who do you think your talking to miss piggy? why dont YOU leave? i thought you’d be gone by now!” she laughs as if you havnt heard it before.

“ oh you want me to leave? sure ill leave just like your 4 baby daddies that dont even pay child support might i add” the whole party was looking at you guys now, music turned down

“ you know its crazy how ive sat here all these years getting bullied by you but atleast i can keep a man! girl you get pregnant every year! arnt you on baby number 6? that baby bump is more visible than that volcano on your face” miles looked at you in utter shock “ how old are you again? 25?! have you ever heard of condoms or birth control?” at this rate she might as well left because everyone was snikering and laughing “ and dont even get me started on your lifted lace and chunky make up, i may not be skinny but atleast i know my shade, you walk in here lookin like that one james charles meme DONT play with me today”

everyone goes silent she just looks at you dumbfounded “if you have anything else to say, say it now or forever hold your peace” you say one last time before she scoffs rolls her eyes and walks off.

everyone kind of goes back to normal and miles just looks at you “ ive never seen you like this before” he says looking you in your eyes “ yea, sorry i just got fed up-“ “ hey you don’t have to apologize it was actually kinda hot” you laugh a little “ thank you miles” before you can bask in the radiant feeling your aunt, your cousins mom walks up to you

“ now who do you think you are talking to my baby like that?” you look at her dumb founded “ are you kidding me? you guys only talk down on me and now you have the utter audacity to walk up to me and ask why i’m treating your daughter how her and you have been treating me for YEARS?” you pause

“ you know there is absolutely nothing stopping me form dragging you too, you’re built like your constantly taking a big breath, you got the worst camel toes i have ever seen in my ENTIRE life and now i know where your daughter gets the “have a ton of baby daddies to the point where you dont know who the father is “attitude. that reminds me arnt you pregnant with your 10th child? and your 9th baby daddy? thats a world record somehow. you should call Nick Canon up here, y’all would make great friends.”

“ don’t ever talk down on me again or there will be consequences” you say finally before grabbing miles hand and leaving the party. miles stands next to his car looking at you absolutely dumbfounded “ what?” you ask confused “ you just dragged yo auntie in front of everyone! what do you mean what? ive never seen you stand up for yourself like this i’m proud of you” he says giving you a kiss on the cheek.

i just imagine you doing that like ugly giggle he loves lmao

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if y’all think this is cringe lmk so i can remake it lmao

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thomatri · 4 months ago

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You,me and our adopted teenage son Steve (Charles)

Synopsis- your best friend Shidou promised to hang out with his soccer friend Charles so now what was going to be you asking Shidou out has turned into you and Shidou co parenting. Lucky for you Charles got your back

Paring- Shidou X mReader

Warning - cursing, sex jokes💀(there teen boys), chaos,

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Today is the day. I finally ask Shido out!

That’s the 10th time I told myself that today I need to actually call Shidou but my phone just lays in front of me with his contact open

“If you don’t call him I’ll snap your neck” my twin brother Raichi says. Isn’t he just an Angel

“I’m trying to calculate what I’m gonna sa” before I can finish my sentence he presses the call button

“RAICHI YOU SON OF A BITCH”

“Am I interrupting something” I hear Shidou voice say with a hint of amusement

“No no haha you know Raichi my biggest op” I say laughing awkwardly

I clear my throat

“Anyways I was wondering if your not busy do you wanna hang out today” I ask

“Hell yeah!”

“Really?!”

“Yeah I need help babysitting this kid anyways” he says and I hear a muffled voice of what sounds to be a teenager?

“Kid?…”

“I’m not a kid asshole I’m 15!” The teenage voice says

“Instead of saying bad words introduce yourself “ Shidou says and I hear some words fly and rustling

“I’m Charles I play soccer with Shido his ass promised to hang out with me but I don’t mind his boyfriend coming along” Charles says

“He’s not gay dipshit”

“I AM DONT WORRY” I say

Shit I just came out to Shidou

“See im always right” Charles says

“Anyways we gotta go so Shido can do his 40 step skin care routine” Charles says

“Nice meet ya tho”

“Uh nice meeting you too”

“Shut the hell up it’s only 30 steps” Shido says

“Yap yap yap thats all you do” Charles says and I bust out laughing hanging up

Maybe this Charles guy ain’t too bad

Plus he helped me with step 1 of asking Shido out, letting Shidou know I’m into boys

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I texted Shido the info and what we’re doing today

“Hey y/n feels like it’s been forever” I see Shidou handsome face and feel my pants get tigh- oops wrong body function I mean I feel my heartbeat fasten

“Woah! Your y/n damn your fine” Charles says cheesing and I feel a little violated a 15 just called me fine

“Uhm thank you, you actually pretty adorable considering Shido I expected some a monster or something” I say smirking and Shido laughs making my bone- I mean heartbeat fasten

As we start walking to our destination I feel Charles pull my hand so we stumble a little behind Shido

I quirk my eyebrow in confusion

He has a cheeky smile on his face and I’m terrified not gonna lie

“I’m gonna help you and Shido get together!” He says with jazz hands

“Uhm thanks” i say smiling and he smiles back running up to Shido

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We enter the cafe and go to the counter to order our food and drinks

“Hello welcome the cafe, and may I say your son is quiet adorable” the lady at the counter says with a smile

I’m confused last time I checked ion really look like Charles and Shido definitely don’t look like him but I shrug

“Thanks!” Charles says smiling and I laugh to myself. This guy I swear

“Alright what can I get y’all” the lady at the counter says pulling out a notepad

“Do you guys have macaroons?” He asks almost jumping up and down with joy

“We do, is three okay for you?” She asks and he nods

“And what can I get for you as a drink” she asks Charles and he ponders for a second

“A vanilla milkshake please” he says and she smiles and nods

“How about you sir” she looks over to Shido

“Can I get yukhoe” he asks Hand on his hip scanning there menu for drinks

“Oh Uhm were not currently serving yukhoe I apologize” she says still smiling. I know her jaw hurt

Shido groans and I glare making him smirk making me confused

“Fine I’ll order whatever Y/n ordering” he says a hand on his hip

“Oh uh I’ll have f/f and f/d” I say and the lady nods giving us a table

“Why were you smirking” I ask and he laughs he

“Aren’t you perceptive?” He says smiling

“Sure”

As we wait for our food Charles sips on his milkshake

“Can I have a macaron” Shido asks

“Nope!”

“What Why?! What happened to friendship”

“Dude these macarons were 734 yen(5 dollars each)each” Charles says and Shido and I are shocked

Our food arrives and we eat and chat here and there. For the most peaceful experience and that’s saying a lot considering I’m hanging out with the two most chaotic people known to planet earth

“So where to next” Charles asks

“The movies, you guys might wanna buy some snacks just in case y’all get hungry” I say and they both nod

“What genre is it romance?” Charles asks wiggling his eye brows

“No it’s actually action” I say. In reality I had 2 panic attacks trying to find a movie for us to watch and just went with a mediocre action movie, yes I regret it

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We buy our tickets and snacks. Charles insisted Shido and I share a popcorn while he get his own.

We sit down with Shido sits in the middle

Shido acting kinda weird though he’s been stiff ever since we’ve enter the movie theater but I shrug it off

When we sit down and the movie starts a little I feel something warm on my hand

I look down and see Shido holding my hand

I don’t look at him cause I don’t want to make anything weird. I’m sure it’s taking everything inside of him not to tweak out so I just enjoy

But what feels like a few minutes later Shido snoring laying his head on mine. This man is 6,1 so he is not laying his head on my shoulder but who am I to complain

Charles looks over Shido to me and smirks. I roll my eyes with a smile

I don’t blame Shido for falling asleep this movie is trash

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Shido yawns and stretches

“That movie was ass” Shido says and Charles yawns

“Charles ride should be heading this way soon and I actually live near here so I’ll just walk home” Shido says and I nod. Today was fun just a couple of guy friends hanging out

I mean guy friends don’t usually hold hands in movie theaters or call each other boyfriend but I mean I don’t want to ruin our friendship honestly. Even if there’s an off chance Shido does like me back what if he gets tired of me? And just leaves me or worse cheats on me with Sae

Charles people pull up and we say our goodbyes. He may have not been the most helpful but I have to admit he made today way more fun

“Welp I’m gonna head out see say” Shido says sticking his tongue out walking away with a single hand wave

…

“Shido wait” I say and he turns around with a smile

“I don’t know why but I like you. Wait no that’s rude I mean I like you bu-“ I say but Shido kisses me. It’s surprisingly soft but for like a split second until he slips tongue in. And if you think just seeing him gives me a boner what do you think gonna happen if I French kiss him

We break the kiss and he smirks

“I like you too” he says grabbing my hand and walking

“Where are we going?” I ask and he smiles

“My place”

I’m shocked

“Haha don’t worry I’m not gonna fuck you I wanna watch an actually good movie let’s go” he says smiling

#blue lock masterlist #shidou ryusei #shido x reader #male reader

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