#au revoir Paris

[mafermette]

Au revoir, Paris! 💋

[jessicarockpoet]

poem: train under water

the silence of the morning

hung like a chic black veil

as the city of lights mostly slept,

darkened windows bathed in yellow street lamps,

we made our escape.

high-speed bullet riding the rails,

tunnel buried in ancient bedrock,

a vast channel above us,

emerging to big red buses

and backwards traffic.

I search the crowd for your face,

expecting to see you at any moment,

a neighborhood bustling with people,

pregnant with possibility…

and you, a single rose in a vast green field.

[ines-silva-tantramassage]

My trip to Paris in March went well, good sunny days, long walks, typical buildings, floral coffee shops and restaurants, lots of tourists. Time flew and I returned to Portugal, Leiria.

My big thank you, again, to a friend that made this trip a pleasant one, since the moment I landed till my departure. Thank you ♡

[songspiral]

"Paris (Aeroplane Remix)" by Friendly Fires, feat. Au Revoir Simone

[yumenosakiacademy]

"it's giving fashion" is SO fucking catchy it was the best of the finale songs Real.

[edwardslvrr]

ADOPTION AND LEGOS 𐙚 oscar piastri

౨ৎ oscar piastri x leclerc!reader

the one where oscar is dating the ferrari driver's younger sister and they have been soft launching for a while until they decide to hard launch when the adoption joke enters f1

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warning this is all fake and just for fun, no hate to any of the people mentioned. Just a reminder that this is pure for entertainment хохо

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౨ৎ yourinstagram paris, france

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yourinstagram lovely day out in my favourite city with my favourite person 💘💐

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username everyday i sigh when i see this is not a hard launch

username just so y’all know when she hard launches i’ve been here since the beginning

username atp never expecting her to hard launch

username don’t you dare manifest that!

yourbestfriend hey dan, i mean bonjour!

yourinstagram you mean au revoir. goodbye humphrey we’re leaving!

username when he takes you to paris >

username hope dude knows he’s the luckiest man ever living

username wish this was my life fr

౨ৎ oscarpiastri twitter

౨ৎ messages oscar/yn

౨ৎ f1 no location

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f1 A suprise at the top in first practice! 🇲🇨

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oscarpiastri that happened quickly, charles_leclerc

username i just wanna know if you’ve met your brother leo

username u gotta change your name now, what’s done is done

username help the leclerc name on oscar 😭

username “piastri-leclerc” adoption rumours confirmed!!

username this is too funny

username “f1 is a serious sport” than what’s this?

username they’re the definition of unserious

username dude really got adopted

౨ৎ oscarbbg twitter

౨ৎ oscarpiastri monte-carlo, monaco

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oscarpiastri P2, adoption and legos. I’s say this was a pretty good weekend

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username leclerc 1-2

username still wondering who man’s gf is

username huge day for the leclerc family

username homerace podium 🇲🇨

username oscar jack piastri-leclerc has arrived

౨ৎ oscahnorris twitter

౨ৎ messages charles/yn

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yourinstagram just so yk he’s been a leclerc now for 3 years

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username omg- no this is crazy what

landonorris oscyn hard launch before gta6🙏

yourinstagram as we should

username TWO years???

username should’ve known during the prema interview w arthur & oscar ohmygod “who in the room would you kiss” MF WAS SMIRKING😭

username omg yes i forgot abt that!!

arthur_leclerc i’m just great at secret keeping ;)

username arthur whattt

username she’s defo been stressing after the adoption thing😭

username my parents

username I SAID IT AND NO ONE BELIEVED ME

oscarpiastri 3 years down and forever to go😍

landonorris what a simp

yourinstagram landonorris ur just lonely oscarpiastri ily!!

charles_leclerc since when is he lightning mcqueen???

yourinstagram 🙄🙄

౨ৎ oscarpiastri no location

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oscarpiastri 3 years of lego dates with you ❤️

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username the hard launch we all have been waiting for

yourinstagram another lego date tonight?

oscarpiastri on my way home immediately

username you two are adorable oml

username this might’ve just been the news of the century

charles_leclerc does that mean i have to officially rip the adoption papers

oscarpiastri yeah sorry mate, it was nice while it lasted

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[interludebloom]

quand je dis famille de merde vraiment je le pense.

[youaresimplylovely]

"El Nano's Daughter!" Part Three

what happens when the el nano's daughter pays a sudden visit to a race and caught the attention of the five hottest f1 drivers, how will "el nano" deal with it?

pairings: Alonso!Reader x F1 Grid

warnings: none!

fc: emily didonato

a/n: as requested here it is, posted it earlier than said but hey here it is and happy 1.2k ! <3

part one part two masterlist

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc au revoir paris 🫶

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fernandoalo_oficial get your hands off my daughter perceval.

charles_leclerc too late

carlossainz55 last picture 🤣

alex_albon he looks like a dope 😂

yn.alonso 🙈🫶

username17 EXCUSE MISTER WHO IS THAT WOMAN THERE 😀😀

username12 stfu ya'll its yn 🫣

username10 OHHHHH MYYYY GOOOOOD YN X CHARLES 😭🩷

charles_leclerc 🫶

yn.alonso

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yn.alonso had the best tour guide, mwa 🙈😙

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yn.alonso thanks admirer 1,2,3,4,5, and 6 🥰

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fernandoalo_oficial 😑

yn.alonso 🤭🤭

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc back home with the best people ❤️

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charles_leclerc 🥹❤️

[fdelopera]

shoutout to the time a few summers ago when i went to Paris, basically lived in the Palais Garnier for a week, and snuck into Box 5.

i walked up to the door of Box 5 that day, and saw it was open! the staff must have forgotten to close the door after cleaning. back in the early 2000s, the Palais Garnier administration put a plaque on the inside and outside of La loge n°5 that reads "Loge du Fantôme de l'Opéra". it is officially Erik's Box.

here's what Erik's plaque on Box 5 looks like from the outside. note all the fingerprints from phans (some of which are mine).

here's where Box 5 sits in the auditorium. contrary to popular belief, Erik didn't choose the Emperor's Box (the large, ornate box close to the stage) or even the box next to it. Erik chose the plain box on the other side of the column. Erik is Emperor's Box-adjacent. he's gotta keep some semblance of humility!

i immediately went and sat in Erik's seat (the second seat on the left side of Box 5). i also knocked on the column, like Gaston Leroux instructed us to do. the marble column itself appears to be solid, but the metal base is hollow. (Leroux claimed this was where Erik hid when he performed his ventriloquist tricks, like making poor Carlotta croak like a toad)

this is the view of the stage from Box 5 (what Erik would have seen when he watched Christine perform)...

aaand here's Erik's view of the chandelier, as he dreamed of dropping it on the audience... ("Erik no! don't do it!" –the Daroga, probably)

aaaaaand then shortly after this, security came and chased us out... au revoir, Erik!

[livwritessometimes]

Opposite - Pierre Gasly

: Pierre Gasly x Singer!reader

: Pierre’s new relationship leaves Y/n questioning their time together

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: Author's Note - finallyyyy got time to write this part!! Also let me know if you guys want a taglist for I'm Pretty When I Cry Series (I have a few people who want to be tagged in Pt 2 for loml and Enough For You)

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Yourname: "Hey dan- I mean Bonjour" "Oh you mean, Au Revoir! Goodbye Humphrey, we're leaving" "where are you guys going?" "Paris"

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pierregasly: It absolutely did not take Y/n 30 minutes to find this particular episode from gossip girls, just so she could use it as her caption

-> Yourname: Uh as if! guys let me tell you Pierre was just as invested as I was, if not more while watching the episode

-> pierregasly: shhh don't expose me 🤐

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pierregasly: Terrorizing the streets of New York with the biggest baddie who wears a bow!

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Yourname: say all you want about the bow, just know when we get caught and they take our mugshots, we know who's gonna look good and who's not 💅🏻

-> alpinef1team: Please don't get arrested, we can't have our driver behind the bars before the season starts 😅

-> pierregasly: ...🥲

User39: Y/n and Pierre try to write normal caption challenge failed 🙅🏻‍♀️

-> User44: I love them constantly bullying each other 🥰

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Yourname: Rolling into the Dutch Grand Prix in style!

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pierregasly: 🩵

User77: OMGGGG P33333!!! Let's goooooo

User98: Best good luck charm Pierre could ask for 🍀

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pierregasly: You get P3 and then all of a sudden you are tackled to the ground by some crazy fangirl 🙄 but jokes aside I could not have done this without your support, a huge shoutout to my amazing team and equally (if not more) amazing fans!!!

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alpinef1team: YESSSS! So Proud 💪🏻

alpinef1team: Best crazy fangirl to have around in the garage

-> Yourname: ...stop 🙈

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Yourname: Happy birthday to the weird guy from my flight who likes to sleep with his mouth open...He's quite the character!

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pierregasly: I can feel the love radiating from this post 🤭

-> Yourname: Guys that weird guy from my flight is back and now in my comment section

-> pierregasly: Jokes on you I'm inside your house

-> Yourname: 😨

User41: You guys are so cuteeeee! never stop bullying each other 🫶🏻

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pierregasly: Happy birthday to my crazy fangirl!! Here's to more years of bullying you 🥂

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Yourname: Aa Ha there we have it folks, he just admitted he bullies me! My lawyer will get in touch with you Mr. Gasly and just so you know I'm getting the custody of @/alpinef1team 's admin

-> alpinef1team: Mom pick me up I'm scared, Dad is binge watching Gossip Girls again!!

-> pierregasly: wow! my own team i against me

-> alpinef1team: 🤭

User09: I will never get married if they break up

-> User712: Girl- same 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼

Y/n paused for a moment. The 10 minutes she had spent selecting every single photo she had with Pierre felt like eternity to her. So lost in her thought, she did not notice a drop tear roll down her face. It is funny how things can change so easily; how a lifetime worth of promises comes with an expiration date. "You will heal; I mean, look at how far you've come from where we were before," said Gracie, Y/n's best friend and probably the only person she had told about her breakup. For the rest of the world, Y/n and Pierre, 'the most playful couple', were still together, spending their vacation in some city filled with love and laughter.

It was Gracie who suggested that it's bout time she deleted their photos. I mean, it has been 2 months already; there is no point in holding on to something, someone who no longer wants to do anything with her.

She knew she would be fine. I mean, isn't that's how it's supposed to go? You hurt, you heal. It was simple, so why was it that hitting the delete button felt like the most difficult task in the world? Swallowing the lump in her throat, Y/n finally pressed the button, which in an instant erased the French man's existence from her life. Goodbyes are hard, especially when you did not see them coming. Y/n never dreamt of a future where she and Pierre wouldn't be together; sadly for her, that was the reality she now had to live in.

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Sitting in front of her dresser, Y/n was busy getting ready for the night. She saw the news about Pierre seeing someone else flood her Twitter feed. It's okay; it's not like he owed her an explanation or the fact that they broke up 4 months ago. It's perfectly fine for people to go out and explore the dating pool again. Hell, even Y/n had been on a few dates, none that got past the second date. What bothered her was the fact that Pierre was seen with his new girl in Paris. She still distinctively remembers one warm afternoon in July, where both she and Pierre were cuddled up on the couch watching some random movie to kill time. It was then that he told her, "I'm so excited for next week," he had said as he pulled Y/n closer to him. "And why is that?" she had questioned with a hint of amusement in her voice. "Paris holds a very special place in my heart, and a long time ago I decided that I would only take the people closest to my heart there," he said. "And you are very special to me, ma chérie," he added. It was always like this: cheeky comments and flirtatious replies were what made their relationship theirs. 

So seeing him take Francisca Gomes to Paris felt like a direct hit. Here she was barely able to hold onto a new date, and there he was going to the city of love with his 'special person.'

Y/n had just finished applying a sheet mask and decided to watch some videos on YouTube while waiting for her timer to go off. Scrolling through the home page, her eyes landed on an interview with none other than Francisca or Kika, as everyone on the internet had called her. "Kika Gomes on Balancing Life as a Model, a Student, and the Girlfriend of Pierre Gasly" read the title. She knows she shouldn't; she knows that no positive outcome will come from this video, but ignoring all the warning signs, Y/n clicked on the video. Her room was filled with the voice of Kika and the interviewer. Sometime after the introduction and general questions, Y/n stopped paying attention to what was being said in the interview. That was until she heard the interviewer ask Kika about her and Pierre's relationship.

On that reply, Y/n let out a dry chuckle. 'When you know, you just know' how basic. Of course she would think that; why would she mind them moving in 'too fast'? She's got nothing to lose. It was Y/n that had to suffer over them 'moving in too fast.' But no one paid attention to that, because she was not the one he was in love with, not anymore, at least.

Sometime later in the interview, the host asked Kika to play a game, answer a few questions, and take part in a challenge. After about 5-6 questions, the host announced the challenge: 'Get Pierre to text you back in 2 minutes; if she fails, she has to perform a dare.' With a scoff, Y/n said, "Good luck with that." She knows there is no way Pierre would reply within 2 minutes; he never did that during the entirety of their 2 years together, and there is no way he's gonna do it now. She saw Kika type a message to Pierre before hitting send and answering yet another question. It had barely been 30 seconds; the girl on the screen barely finished her sentence when the ding from her notification filled the studio. Y/n felt her heart drop; there was no way it was him; he had never been so quick before. Ya, Y/n was sure it was not him, but then what Kika said made her doubt a lot of things about her relationship with Pierre.

That reply was quick; that's what bothered Y/n. No, scratch that; that was one of the things that bothered Y/n about this new relationship. The girl in front of her could not have been more different from Y/n. She was taller than her, younger than her, and a lot prettier than her. They could not have been more opposite of each other. It made Y/n question whether she was even Pierre's type all along. Was that the reason why he broke up with her? because she was not like the usual girls he would go for? because she did not fit his standard of beauty? Before Y/n could spiral down any further, her phone started ringing, startling her and cutting off her long chain of thought. Looking down, she saw that it was her manager who was calling her. She looked at the top of the screen to check the time: 11:24 p.m. It was odd for her manager to call her at this hour. Confused,  she answered the phone, "Hello?"

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Yourname: Word on the street that two best friends are on their way to traumatize a whole lot of people at the ERAS TOUR!!!! YES you heard it right, my boy Mario and I are officially joining the wonderful, absolutely stunning Taylor Swift at the Eras Tour.

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gracieabrams: AHHHHHHHHH

-> gracieabrams: OH MY GODDDDDDDD

-> gracieabrams: I HAVEN'T STOPPED CRYING

-> gracieabrams: I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THIS

User66: @/taylorswift I think you broke Gracie

gracieabrams: WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY MARIO?? Where did you get that photo from????

-> Yourname: I have my own ways 😌

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Yourname: Best believe I'm still bejeweled, when I walk in the room....Yk how that saying goes ✨

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Yourname: Also for everyone wondering where I got that cowboy hat from? I made it with TAYLOR SWIFT 🙌🏻

-> User83: Please tell me you have matching COWBOY HATS????

-> Yourname: You bet your ass we do 👏🏻

gracieabrams: Well ofc a diamond's gotta SHINEE~

-> Yourname: see Gracie gets it!!

taylorswift: Howdy partner <3

-> Yourname: I see you everyday yet when I saw the notification that you commented, I almost called my mom out of excitement!!!!

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-> taylorswift: 😂

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gracieabrams: Oh nothing just a girls night in with my 2 besties 👯‍♀️

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Yourname: I'm just gonna go ahead and say it I'm the best bartender out there!

-> gracieabrams: I was gonna say something sarcastic but I don't think my 7th glass of Margarita would let me 🫢

User87: Alt caption: Taylor Swift getting traumatized for 15 minutes straight from witnessing Y/n and Gracie fighting with each other every second of the day

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After one too many drinks, Y/n, Gracie, and Taylor were all chilling at the rental Y/n and Gracie were sharing. The night was filled with drinks and laughter. With soft music playing in the background, Y/n looked around at Gracie and Taylor, both texting their boyfriends, giggling over their phones. A content look on their faces. Even though Y/n smiled at the sight, a bitter taste filled her mouth. Excusing herself, she went to the bathroom. After being together with someone for 2 years, it's easy to forget what it's like to be single again. It's been 6 months now since they broke up. Y/n knows she shouldn't miss him, because it was obvious that he clearly wasn't missing her. Looking in the mirror, she saw her blonde hair and blue eyes staring back at her. She wondered was it her eyes? Did he just want someone who had darker eyes all along? Y/n knew Kika's features so well, that one might think of her as an obsessive fan, and maybe she was. Definitely not a fan though. Maybe she was obsessed with Kika; what was it that she has that Y/n doesn't? Way beyond her senses, Y/n, in her drunken state, pulled out her phone and opened Instagram to post a story of herself.

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👤: pierregasly, francisca.cgomes

Formula1WagsUpdates: Pierre Gasly's partner, Kika Gomes, was spotted at the Miami Grand Prix. The couple were seen entering the paddock together. Some fans spotted the two being extremely affectionate, with Pierre's hand never leaving her back. Ever since the couple started dating, fans have noticed a change in Gasly's demeanor. Some say he has become more of a gentleman ever since Gomes entered his life. All we can say is that we love every moment we can get with the adorable couple.

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User22: They are so cuteeeeee

User09: I'm not gonna lie Pierre has STEPPED UP as a boyfriend!!!

User87: I think it's kinda sad that they refer to Kika as Pierre Gasly's girlfriend and not just by her name. Honestly feel they would have never done that had it been Y/n here.

-> User60: I mean she is his girlfriend! how else should anyone introduce her????

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Yourname: Red is the color of the season! and no it's not because of my recent obsession with strawberry jam 🍓

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gracieabrams: A lot of nonsense coming from someone who just finished their third bottle of jam this month

-> Yourname: Shhhhh don't say that out loud my trainer might hear you

taylorswift: The treats turned out to be soo goodddd!!

-> Yourname: I did have the best baking partner after all!!

User44: ummm is no one gonna talk about the last photo???

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pierregasly and francisca.cgomes: The best new beggenings anyone could wish for!! Meet our baby boy Simba 🦁

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francisca.cgomes: My son 🩵

-> pierregasly: you mean our son???

-> francisca.cgomes: NO MINE

alexandrasaintmleux: Leo and Simba playdate when???

-> francisca.cgomes: Just say the time and place and we'll be there

User88: OMGGG THEY GOT A DOGGGG

-> User30: Ikrrrrrrr!!! he really is ready to settle down 🥰

What are you supposed to feel when your ex moves on with his life? How should one even react when they see him show more commitment to his current relationship than he did to yours? Y/n wondered, What was even the point of feeling like this? I mean, shouldn't she be happy? She has got everything she could have asked for: a job with her idol, performing night after night in front of people who love her and her music, and spending every second of her life with her best friend by her side. Y/n had everything, but somehow she still felt empty. 

He got a dog with her. Y/n still remembers the day when she suggested they get a pet together. "Come on, Pierre, look at this puppy; he's perfect!!!," Y/n had beamed while showing Pierre a photo of the dog she had seen at the shelter. "He is cute, but you know we can't get a pet," Pierre had said. "We're not even home most of the time, and the constant travelling won't help the dog," he had reasoned. Dejected, she sat back down on the couch, opting to delete the photo. What's the point of keeping it when she knows she will never be able to adopt the puppy?

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Yourname: Been thinkin' lots of thoughts 💭

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gracieabrams: hmmm how tho? because last I know i'm pretty sure it's empty up there, like spider webs and shit 😌

-> Yourname: I had ordered Taco Bell for us but looks like you won't be needed it anymore 🙃

-> gracieabrams: Y/N NOOO! I swear I was just kidding 😭

-> User09: Not a single day goes by without us getting Gracie and Y/n acting like kids 🤦🏻‍♀️

User33: Did she just...post lyrics?????????? and that angsty ones?????

-> User86: Shhhhhh!! It can't hurt you if you refuse to acknowledge it

It was finally done. Y/n had just finished her album. She's not gonna lie; this album was probably the most difficult one to record. Especially the last song she recorded. After pushing it back for months, she finally did it. She got in the recording room and poured her little heart out. What surprised Y/n were the tears that came while she recorded the song. It's not like she was in love with him, not anymore, at least. Y/n had finally accepted the fact that no matter how much she questioned the reason for Pierre leaving her and choosing Kika, she could not come up with an answer that would have given her some closure. She had gone through every possible scenario in her head; what could she have done differently to make him stay? But while doing all this thinking, Y/n realized that no matter what she did, he would have ended up with her. Maybe he was holding out, waiting to find someone opposite her, someone who fit his description of "perfect," a match "made in heaven." 

It was time she let go of this chapter, no matter how much it hurt her, it was time to say goodbye to all the possibilities of them.

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Yourname: I'm so excited to announce my brand new album, 'Emails I Can't Send'! This album contains exactly what the title says. There will be a lot of times in life where you find yourself in a situation where you want to say things or question things, but you can't because that's just how things have to be. This album contains all the things I wish I could have said. I hope you enjoy the little piece of my heart that I'm sharing with you! Keep it safe <3

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User97: DID YOU GUYS PLAY OPPOSITE BECAUSE AHHHHHH

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[ifuckinghatebriansella]

and also fictional city "paris" on "paris" by the front bottoms from their 2023 album "you are who you hang out with"

french isn’t real it was made up for “Au Revoir (Adios)” by the front bottoms on hit album “talon of the hawk” tf you mean “France” that’s not real?????

[justjams2003]

Fast Pace-2

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic.Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious

Word count: 2,8k

Masterlist

Part 1~Part 3

"What? Am I hearing this right? The Carlos Sainz, famous Ferrari Formula One driver approached you, in an alleyway, during your smoke break and paid you three hundred euros to hide in a cramped bathroom with you.” One of your best friends from high school screams into your ear. You can’t help but cringe, hearing exactly just how famous he is. You blow the smoke from your cigarette and gaze out across your balcony.  

You wish you could say the view is beautiful, with the Eiffel Tower in the background with music of the people in the background. It’s none of that though. The view is another apartment block, and you so wished the man on the balcony would close the curtains. You avoid the balcony in the fear of getting treated to a view of his wrinkled body. How you wish you didn’t have to deal with the gross apartment building.  

“Um...Yes...?” You reply, not really sure what to say. “Not only that, Jasmine, but he then gave her his number and said he would make sure he would see her again!” Your other best friend, Ilsa, on the group call squeals out. You facepalm, knowing they can’t see you, but still, your embarrassment is uncontainable. “What are you going to say?” Jas asks, you can already hear her plotting.  

Your silence says a thousand words. “You are going to text him, right?” Ilsa clarifies and they go quiet only to hear your sigh. “What would I say? Hi, mister million-dollar man, I really liked being cramped in a bathroom with you, and would love to do it again!” You scoff at the ridiculousness of it all and take another puff from your cig. “I mean...” Jas says but you quickly shoot the idea down.  

“Okay, okay, how about this? Address the elephant in the room. Tell him you googled him and then ask him what exactly he wants with you.” Ilsa suggests and it actually doesn’t sound that bad. Your stomach rumbles and as you open the fridge door you can’t help but sigh. Some old cabbage, one egg and a pack of cheap tomato sauce. Another hungry night.  

“Yeah, so that you can be prepared if he just wants a quick fuck!” Jas calls out and again you can’t help but cringe. “Jasmine!” You yell out, glad they can’t see you blush. Even that wouldn’t be so bad. It’s been weeks since someone touched you with any sort of kind intent. Much less how close you two were today. 

 You’d already given the full three hundred euros to your landlord. He just scowled asking where the rest of it is. Not to mention, the electricity is threatening to shut off. Along with the student loans, water bills, phone bills, and insurance, everything is piling up and you feel like you can’t pick up enough shifts to survive.  

I hear her groan, “Come on, Y/N, this could be a really great opportunity for you.” This time it’s Ilsa encouraging you. She’s right, maybe a little distraction from life is just what you need. Not to mention you’d do anything to look at that handsome face of his one more time. The photos and videos online don’t even come close. He’s so much more even just being near him makes you want to beg him to hold you.  

“Fine, but if he gave me a fake number, I’ll ignore you guys for a week.” It’s an empty threat as always. “Yes, of course, as expected.” Jas’ voice is dripping in sarcasm. “I’ve got to go, je vous aime les gars, au revoir.” Ilsa says goodbye, and with that, the call ends. Dinner, wouldn’t that be such a good idea? You open your banking up only to see but a meek two hundred left for the end of the month.  

While you’re on your phone, you might as well text him...right? 

Y/N: I assume you wanted me to google you when you gave me your real name?  

Carlos Sainz 🌶️: And, do I live up to the pictures?  

Y/N: No, you’re much shorter in real life 

Carlos Sainz 🌶️: A dagger in my heart! 

Y/N: 😝  

Y/N: I’m glad you didn’t give me a fake number then. But I can’t help but ask what exactly it is you want with me?  

Carlos Sainz 🌶️: How about this: I’ll explain it all to you on our first date 

Y/N: You intrigue me... 

Carlos Sainz 🌶️: When do you get off from work, tomorrow?  

Y/N: I work the morning, until lunch tomorrow. So I’m free from 16:00 

Carlos Sainz 🌶️: Send me your address, and I’ll pick you up at 18:00. Wear something nice.  

What on earth am I thinking? He could kidnap me! And yet you find yourself in front of your closet picking the one nice dress you bought for your first interview. It’s a simple black, form-fitting on the top but flares at the bottom with frills on the sleeves. It looks so boring to wear on a date with someone like him, but it’s all you have. 

 Along with the only heels you have, once more plain black chunky pumps. Your hair lays right below your shoulders in your natural waves and curls.

You can’t help but groan at your situation and throw a pack of cigarettes into your handbag. It’s a bad habit, you know and everyone around you has told you so many times to stop. But it’s so hard to when living in France and not only that it’s the only thing that seems to help.  

You finish it off with a red lip, hoping to add a slight bit of colour to the dull outfit. Not that you have much time to think of something else, at exactly six, there is a knock on the door. With your heart in your ears, you open the door to Carlos holding a bouquet of pink tulips. 

Not only that but he looks ravishing in black dress pants and a dress shirt, but of course with the sleeves rolled up. You bite your lip, already wanting to jump his bones.  

That tan skin of his has you imagining him, shirtless under the hot summer sun on a Mediterranean beach somewhere. Not only that but his hair seems to fall perfectly in place. So soft and silky and voluminous. Your hand twitches, wanting to rake through his inky black strands and then, of course, ask him about his hair-care routine.  

“How did you know these are my favourites?” You ask, walking inside and placing them in the sink before returning to him. He shrugs, “I have my ways. But enough about that. Querida, you look enchanting.” He takes your hand and guides you to a spin, showing off all of you. Your dress flows and his touch is like fire lighting in your body.  

“Really? I hope it’s fancy enough, it’s all I own, and I don’t really have the money to buy something right now.” You say with a blush coating your cheeks. Why would you tell him that? Now he’s going to think you want him to buy you a new dress. Or maybe you’re only going on the date because you know who he is.  

“Of course, niña bonita, I’m honoured to have such a pretty lady on my arm.” He then takes your hand and helps you down the stairs. And his words cause a blush on the tips of your ears. He helps you all the way to his fire-red Ferrari. “Woah....” You can’t help but utter out, you’ve never been so close to such an expensive car and the fear of breaking it looms in the back of your mind. 

“You like, niña bonita? Comes with the job, of course.” He winks and then opens the door for you, which of course opens upwards. You can’t help but let out a playful scoff, “Duh, of course!” He chuckles at your reaction. “You must tell me if I’m going too fast, no? I like speed of course.” His wink shoots electricity through your skin, not only that but that breath taking smile of his. 

 You don’t have a licence, you never needed one living in France all your life. Even in the smaller town where you grew up, you could walk everywhere. And yet the way he speeds down the freeway causes a thrill to tickle your toes.

Every time he switches the gears, his forearm muscles flex and you have to control yourself. Not to mention, he doesn’t even have road rage, every move, every turn, every gear shift is as smooth as can be.  

If it wasn’t for your culinary degree you’re certain you wouldn’t have understood anything on the menu. Even so, you’d been eyeing this place for a while and some of them you’re still unsure how to pronounce. What shocks you the most is the prices, some things on the menu are half the price of your rent. “What do you think of getting?” He asks, leaning back in his seat. “Um...the breadsticks?” He looks over his menu and raises his brow.  

“The breadsticks are free?” He clarifies, those luscious brows of his furrow in confusion and you nod with a smile. You try not to show him how nervous a fancy place like this makes you. And also how you yearn to be at home in a place like this. “Yes.” He sighs, “Niña terca, I am paying, pick what you want.” That actually makes you feel even worse.  

“Oh, no, it’s alright you don’t have to. I brought my wallet.” You reply, clutching your purse as a reminder. “It is not up for discussion.” He replies, going back to the wine list he’s holding. The guilt shoots through you. You desperately need to accept the money but stil your mother’s manners creep up on you. “Then the...salad.” He rolls his eyes and takes your menu and closes it for you. 

 You go to protest, but he calls over the waiter before you can. “The lady will have the Salmon Meuniere and I shall have the steak. With the Chilled Pinot Noir.” Again, he chooses your favourite option. “How did you....” As if he knows exactly what you’re about to ask, he just shrugs, “We must have similar taste.” 

The fact of these two choices being so similar doesn’t make you suspicion. Instead, it makes you feel warm and at home almost. How similar are you two already, and how much more can fall into place? You eye him, raising your brow as he too studies you. “What is it, estimada. You want to say something.” He guides with his hand to open up the conversation.  

“How do you know?” You ask, in awe of how much detail he sees. He chuckles and then leans forward and smooths out the area around your eyes by your temples. “You get this crinkle, when you are holding something back. I noticed it yesterday.” You can’t help but blush and cover your face.

“It’s my job, estimada. To notice the small things, in the car, in the track, in the ladies I like.” His words are smooth like butter and those dark eyes of his stare you down.  

The waiter comes and pours your wine and places down your food. You take a sip from the cool beverage. “You owe me an explanation.” You shrug, the only response you give. Not trusting your throat. His jaw locks tight and he leans in a bit closer to you. He bites down on the juicy steak and the way his jaw muscle flexes causes obscene thoughts to fly through you.  

“What I tell you next is not to be known by anyone besides you and me. Let’s put it like so, my managers believe that I should, how you say, casarse ya.” He switches to Spanish so easily. You have no idea what he said but merely nod along. All while savouring the taste of the perfectly cooked salmon and expensive wine that pairs so well.  

“I turn 34 next year, one of the oldest on the grid. They believe that I should stop wasting my time and just settle down already. My publicist also believes it would get more sponsors and boost my public image. So, I am coming to you with an offer.” I raise my brow; I knew this would be too good to be true.  

I should have known that someone like him wouldn’t bother getting close to someone like me. Clearly only there to entertain the people as always. Does he want pity points from his fans? Embracing a poor Frenchwoman from the slums. Doing some sort of charity work? I cross my arms and lean back; I can tell that he sees me retracting from the conversation entirely.  

But still, I allow him to continue. “I will pay you, any amount you wish, shopping, jewels, vacations, even something more practical like the rent or student bills. In return, you pretend to be my long-term girlfriend. You come with me to the races, show up in the paddock, and tag along in interviews. The whole deal.” He bites those plump lips of his and now you wish he’d be more hideous.  

For once he actually looks a bit nervous. You can’t help but scoff and roll your eyes at this. “So...like a sugar daddy situation...?” He senses your resentment towards the idea and is careful to reply. “I suppose so,” his eyes seem to panic and you can’t believe your ears.

You grab your purse, “I can’t believe you, Carlos! I thought I’d finally met a decent well-off guy, but no. Ces foutus garçons. Je ne peux jamais faire confiance aux hommes. Jamais!”  

You can’t help but switch to your native language. The translator in your mind fails due to your anger and you can feel tears prick in the walls of your eyes. With your purse in hand, you push your seat back and in a rage go to leave. But suddenly you’re forced back down onto your chair by Carlos’ firm grasp on your wrist.  

“¡Siéntate, niña testaruda, y escucha!” His translator too, is out the window. You pout and cross your arms, shocked at his audacity. “Listen here, and listen well, little girl, because I can clearly see you are in desperate need of some discipline. Mocoso.” He leans over you and the way he speaks with such a demanding voice makes your core ache. And yet you can’t help but want to defy him more.  

He sits down again but is clearly ready to catch again if needed. He then grabs you by the chin and makes sure you look him into those swirling brown eyes. So dangerous and ready to attack if need be. “I can see it in your eyes, dollface. I can see it in the way you eye the Porche that passes, the Louis Vuitton handbag in the window and the most expensive item on the menu.” 

Has your eye really been wandering so much? Or is his attention to detail so fine-tuned? If it weren’t for his hand clasping your chin, you’d long since would’ve looked away. “You have champagne taste and I’m giving you the whole vineyard. Don’t make another stupid choice and accept the offer. I won’t ask again.”  

His voice is strong and commanding and the way he speaks makes you want to get down on your knees and open your mouth for him. He lets go of your jaw, allowing you to speak. “And if I want something more?” You ask and can’t help but dial up the charm fluttering your dark lashes. He smirks watching you go from bratty to begging.  

“I can feel the chemistry too, estimada and I can see the need burning behind those eyes of yours. If this were to become something more, then so be it. And if you want this to be a quick fling and your intro into the limelight, then so be it. And if you want it to only be an exchange of money and appearance, so be it too.” He shrugs, watching your reaction to each option.  

Then he turns serious again. “That all can be decided later. What must be decided now, is whether you’ll join me or not. I must apologize that I can’t give you much time to think about it, I have an early flight tomorrow. You’ll have to join me.” I furrow my brows, I thought he had the whole week? Anyways a choice must be made....  

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[maeslastbraincell]

On my own (Mon histoire) translation from the new Les Mis version at the Châtelet!

I'm alone once again without a friend on this earth (Je suis toute seule encore une fois sans un ami sur cette terre)

I'm not in a hurry to go back to my solitude and misery (Chui [je ne suis] pas pressée de retrouver ma solitude et ma misère)

I wait for the night to come so I can see him in my memory (J'attends que vienne le soir pour le revoir dans ma mémoire)

Sometimes I walk alone at night the streets of Paris are mine (Parfois je marche seule dans la nuit les rues de Paris m'appartiennent)

He comes to me, I run to him and I put my hand in his (Il vient vers moi, je cours vers lui et je mets ma main dans la sienne)

The city sleep in the dark (La ville dors dans le noir)

I can invent my story (Je peux m'inventer mon histoire)

My story (Mon histoire)

It's a dream beggining (C'est un rêve qui commence)

I see him, he smiles, he comes to me (Je le vois, il sourit, il s'avance)

Eyes closed, Marius finally embraces me (Les yeux fermés, Marius enfin m'enlace)

And I pray that his embrace never breaks away (Et je pris pour que jamais son étreinte ne se défasse)

With him, I am not the same (Avec lui, je ne suis plus la même)

I love rain, and when we walk together (J'aime la pluie, et quand on se promène)

Our two shadows, like two loving giants (Nos deux ombres, comme deux géants qui s'aiment)

Stretch at our feet and walk together on the Seine (S'allonge à nos pieds et marchent enlacés sur la Seine)

I know well that I inevented everything (Je sais bien que j'ai tout inventé)

I know well that he is never with me (Je sais bien qu'il n'est jamais à mes côtés)

And yet, I keep believing (Et pourtant, je continue à croire)

That with him I'm living a story (Qu'avec lui je vis une histoire)

Yes, I love him, but when the day begins (Oui je l'aime, mais quand le jour se lève)

The morning erased my dream (Le matin a effacé mon rêve)

And the world, back to itself (Et le monde, redevenu le même)

Lost its colors and the rainbow [lost] its tiara (A perdu ses couleurs et l'arc-en-ciel son diadème)

Yes, I love him, but I am alone in the world (Oui je l'aime, mais je suis seule au monde)

All my life, I waited for a shadow (Toute ma vie, j'ai attendu une ombre)

My story is an empty shell (Mon histoire est une coquille vide)

A world full of happiness, in which I never had a part (Un monde plein de bonheur dont je n'ai jamais eu ma part)

Yes, I love him (Oui je l'aime)

Yes, I love him (Oui, je l'aime)

Yes, I love him (Oui je l'aime)

All alone in my story (Toute seule dans mon histoire)

[empiredesimparte]

⚜ Le Sacre de Napoléon V | N°21 | Francesim, Paris, 29 Thermidor An 230

The Council of State finally approved the regency calendar, with the Empress's agreement. Napoleon V was to be more present than expected, particularly at weekends when he was not at sea with the crew. Charlotte remained bitter, but could no longer prevent the regency from taking place, given her husband's enthusiasm and the fact that the machine was already well under way.

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⚜ Traduction française

Le conseil d'État approuve définitivement le calendrier de la régence, avec l'accord de l'impératrice. Napoléon V sera plus présent que prévu, notamment en fin de semaine, lorsqu'il ne sera pas en mer avec l'équipage. Charlotte reste amère, mais ne peut plus empêcher la régence de prendre place devant l'enthousiasme de son époux et la machine administrative échauffée.

(Napoléon) Messieurs, nous allons devoir revoir le calendrier de la régence.

(Napoléon) Il se trouve que l’Impératrice attend notre premier enfant.

(Philippe) Félicitations, Vos Majestés ! Une bonne nouvelle (Charlotte) Oui. Louis et moi sommes ravis

(Charlemagne) Mes félicitations Sire, Madame. Les Français se réjouiront de l’apprendre eux aussi (Henri) Avez-vous une idée de quand le bébé arrivera ?

(Casimir) Le docteur estime que ce sera pendant le mois de Ventôse

(Napoléon) Oui, nous aimerions l’annoncer aux Français d’ici une semaine

(Philippe) Entre la régence et le bébé, le peuple va être surpris (Charlotte) Effectivement mon cousin

(Charlotte) C’est pourquoi mon époux et moi-même pensons qu’il faut reconsidérer la régence

(Charlemagne) Je pense que nous pouvons réaménager quelque peu les études de Sa Majesté en conséquence

(Casimir) Oui, l’Empereur ne partira réellement que 6 mois en mer. Cela laisse 9 mois sur le sol français

(Casimir) Ainsi sa Majesté ne sera pas trop absente pour le bébé (Philippe) Il faudra médiatiser votre formation mon cousin, pour rassurer les Français

(Napoléon) Un reporter de la marine se chargera de cela

(Henri) Nous discuterons avec le contre-amiral pour aménager le temps libre de l’Empereur

(Henri) Il pourra assurer des devoirs et être de temps en temps à vos côtés, Charlotte

(Henri) Avec ce calcul, l’Empereur ne sera absent que pour les six premiers mois de l’enfant

(Napoléon) Est-ce que cela vous convient, ma chère ?

(Charlotte) Je n’ai d’autres choix que d’y consentir, il semblerait (Napoléon) Très bien messieurs, jetons un œil au calendrier en détail

[vane-writes-things]

— taste // wolfstar x oc

00 — august ❝but i can see us lost in the memory august slipped away into a moment in time cause it was never mine and i can see us twisting the bedsheets august slipped away like a bottle of wine cause you were never mine❞

pairing: remus lupin x oc (eventual wolfstar x oc)

synopsis: falling in love isn't supposed to be so easy, so hard and fast, especially when remus knows it can't last forever.

warnings: oc, some character descriptions, oc name mentioned, NOT x reader, french (some of this may be poorly translated ngl because I haven't spoken consistent french in awhile)

word count: 1.9k

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Summer 1976. 

Remus had been looking forward to this summer for months. An entire summer spent in Paris. While most would assume that freedom and adventure were more to James and Sirius’ tastes, Remus couldn’t wait to get a taste of it. He’d miss his friends, sure, without the week-long visits to Potter Manor, but they would all survive one summer, and they’d have plenty of stories to tell when they returned to Hogwarts in the fall. 

Despite often being credited as the ‘smart’ one of the Marauders, he wasn’t too proud to admit that he could barely understand a lick of the French spoken all around him. That was definitely Sirius’ department. 

He didn’t mind, though. He was too busy taking in the wonderful sights and smells and sounds of the beautiful, old downtown area he’d been spending most of his time in. 

He’d been admiring a record shop perched on one of the cobblestone corners for the last couple of days now, and finally, he’d decided today was the day to actually check it out. 

The inside of the store was dim but warm, and somehow stuffed full of shelves while still feeling spacious at the same time. It was the kind of place that the owner clearly treated more like a home than a store, the way it emitted such comforting energy. 

Apparently, though, the owner was just as possessive of the shop as he would be of his own home too. 

Remus had been looking through a shelf of records while playing absentmindedly with his wand before he realised that fiddling with it out in the open like this was probably not the best idea. But when he tucked it back into his sleeve, the shopkeeper sat up stiff behind the desk, shooting quickly to his feet and rounding one of the shelves to plant himself in front of the young wizard before he could move. 

“C’est quoi ça??” He snapped, eyes sharp and angry. “Montre, gamin! Pensez-vous que je me suis aveugle?!”

Remus blinked, wide eyed, not a single syllable of the quickly-spoken french registering in his ears. “I- sorry- what…?”

“Oh, vous êtes simple, c'est ça?? Montrer! A ce moment, lorsque j'appelle les autorités!”

While this was happening, what Remus had failed to notice was a pair of inquisitive eyes fixed on him, a tiny smile playing over soft lips as a stranger watched him from between shelves. 

She slipped out into the open now as Remus continued to stammer in protest, her movements silky smooth as she stepped up right next to him to face the shopkeeper with narrowed eyes and a defiant curve to her mouth. 

“Qu'est-ce qui se passe ici?” She frowned. 

Remus blinked at her. Had she been there the whole time?

“Ah, gamin ici pense qu’il peut me voler!”

She rolled her eyes. “Vous êtes paranoïaque, Pierre. Il n’a volé pas au qu'une chose.”

The man’s face seemed to turn red and puffy with anger. “Paranoïaque? Paranoïaque?! Et je prends vos compte maintenant, eh?? Tu es un problème, Chaereah Bane! C’est tous!”

“Et vous?” She retorted with a raised brow. “Un vieillard, aussi timbré que vos femme a lui abandonné.” 

Remus nearly stumbled when she linked her arm with his, dragging him towards the door. 

“Au revoir et bon débarras, monsieur!”

The shopkeeper yelled after them as they continued out onto the street, but the unfamiliar words fell quickly silent when the door shut behind them. 

The strange girl snickered as she continued leading Remus along, though she slipped her arm from his after a moment to produce a record as if from thin air. “Guess that’s what you get for calling some poor tourist a thief,” she chuckled. 

Her voice didn’t carry the thick french accent he’d expected. Rather something fainter, but for the most part her voice sounded more like his. But that also wasn’t the main thing on his mind right now, considering he had just watched her pull a record from thin air. 

“You… you’re a witch??”

She grinned. “Don’t sound so worried. It’s not like you were doing a good job of hiding your wand in there. Trust me, nobody notices anything strange in a place full of tourist traps.”

“I see…”

“Come on. I know a good place for hot chocolate.”

Her name was Chaereah Bane. Charlie. 

On the surface, she was perfect; with her long dark lashes, her tinted and glossed lips, her skirts that were just a little too short to be unintentional. Her only imperfection was the slice of bluish-grey in her otherwise-hazel eyes, like a piece of shattered stained glass, but even that could hardly be counted as a flaw; it was beautiful. 

But beyond that, she was chaos in its purest form. She excelled at wandless magic, which meant she could consistently break the rules of underaged magic outside of school without being caught. She really did know all the best places for hot chocolate, she changed the colour of flowers in stalls, shady vendors would mysteriously trip over seemingly nothing when she was near, and despite sounding incredibly insulting at times, her French was the most elegant thing Remus had ever heard in his life. 

It started with the exchanging of addresses for owls. 

She lived in a large apartment with her mother and uncle, who seemed absolutely wonderful from the way she talked about them, and when she showed up where he and his father were staying to pick him up, she proved the impossible true; charming the socks off Lyall Lupin. 

They met in coffee shops and parks and bookstores, talking about everything from their studies to the most questionable school rules they’d broken and gotten away with it. They recommended books and music and she made him laugh in a way he hadn’t thought possible from someone he’d known such a short time. They were the perfect pair. 

And before either of them could catch the ground slipping out from under their feet, playful glances were turning into long looks while the other’s gaze was elsewhere. Knuckles bumping together as they walked down the street turned to fingers laced together and her form tucked perfectly under his arm, hers looped around his middle. Friendly meetings became kisses exchanged in coffee shop booths and on park benches. 

Falling in love with her was so blissfully easy. How could it not be, when she was the way that she was? 

And then came that dreaded night. The first full moon of the summer. 

Remus was irritable all day long, every inch of his skin itching and aching with the approaching change. He’d decided the best thing he could do was go to the remotest area of the woods outside the city and isolate himself. It was right around then that he really felt how much he missed his friends. 

He couldn’t tell Charlie. Part of him wanted to, really, but the mere idea of the words leaving his mouth made him feel nauseous.

What if she hates me? He didn’t think he could bear it if she hated him. And how could she not?

On the phone with her earlier in the day, he knew she could tell something was wrong. Her voice was softer, her questions more calming than prying. But she could also tell he didn’t want to talk about it, and she let the matter go. 

What he didn’t know as the taxi lights disappeared down the country road behind him, and he wandered into the darkness of the woods, was that Charlie had never really let the matter go. 

She hadn’t stopped thinking about it all day. She hadn’t stopped worrying. 

And as the chill of the falling night wrapped around them both – Remus alone in the woods, Charlie worrying her lip between her teeth on her balcony – they both looked up at the same moon with a dreading kind of feeling. 

When the sun rose the next morning, Remus’ first thought was that something was wrong. 

He must have fallen asleep at some point, which wasn’t really unusual, but as he slowly regained consciousness in the space beneath the clawing roots of a large tree, he thought it was especially strange that he was under a patchwork blanket. 

Blinking, he sat quickly upright, pulling the blanket around him to cover himself. What in the world…?

Then a strange noise met his ears. It was faint, but not necessarily distant. Was that… humming?

Slowly – still using the blanket like a robe – Remus got to his feet and stepped out from under the tree to peer around. He didn;t have to go very far before the sound grew clearer, like it was right on top of him. 

Then he looked up, and his lips parted in shock and horror. The sound was right overtop of him. 

Resting on one of the tree branches overhead was the sitting form of a girl, one foot propped up on the branch she was sitting on to rest a notebook against her leg, the other swinging freely below her. She hummed quietly with a pensive expression as she spun a pencil absentmindedly between her fingers. Charlie. 

The humming trailed off suddenly, as she seemed to feel the eyes on her. When she glanced down and spotted Remus below her, a small smile curved her lips. 

“Sleeping Beauty finally rises,” she joked. “I would have given you a kiss, but you were a bit… furry.”

Adjusting her sitting position in the tree, she snapped her notebook shut and slid a bag off her shoulder, dropping it to the ground. “Here, I brought you this. You should put on some clothes.”

Remus still had yet to say a word, blinking mutely at the bag that appeared to have his clothes in it. When he glanced back up at Charlie, she had a hand over her eyes, waiting patiently. 

Swallowing hard, he quickly slipped into his dark jeans and loose knit jumper. He shuffled nervously from foot to foot for a moment before finally somehow making himself speak. 

“It’s, uh… you can look now.”

Charlie peered at him quickly through her fingers before lowering her hand and beginning the climb down the tree. 

When she finally dropped back to the ground with a small huff, Remus was observing her almost cautiously, as if trying to figure out what kind of game she was playing. 

A long beat of silence passed. Then…

“How did you… how did you find out?”

Charlie raised a brow. “It wasn’t exactly hard. Your scars, the way you avoid certain topics. I wasn’t entirely sure until I called you yesterday, though.”

He nodded slowly. “Why did you come after me?”

“Because I figured it would probably really suck to have to wake up in the middle of nowhere all by yourself after a night like that,” she replied simply, rummaging through the bag she brought. “Here.” 

She handed him a chocolate bar, and despite his confusion and hesitation, he couldn’t help the small smile that fought its way onto his lips. 

“Thanks…” His eyes flickered between her and the ground. “So… you don’t hate me.”

She looked at him like he was completely dumb. “Hate you? Rem, I’m pretty sure I love you. Which is – wow, that’s the fastest I’ve ever said that to anyone. Why would I hate you for something you can’t even control?”

He shrugged, feeling a little surer the longer she didn’t run away screaming. “Most people would.”

“Then most people are stupid,” she replied. There was a small pause before she held out her hand. “Come on. Want some coffee?”

She was so casual about it, his heart could have glowed. His smile was adoring as he accepted her hand, and she pulled him into her side. 

“Coffee sounds great. You know a place?”

She smirked. “Of course I do.”