#besoins bébés

[chrisevansonly]

𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐬 𝐄́𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

ʚ charles leclerc x female reader

ʚ there is nothing your daughter loves more than the stars, charles makes sure she gets to see them every night

ʚ no warnings, just very sweet dad!charles and fluffy:)

ʚ i feel like this might be sloppy but here is a little dad!charles blurb, im in a writing mood so you might see a few things come out soon<3

“Papa, regarde combien d'étoiles!!”

Charles smiled at the excitement behind his daughter Alia’s voice, she absolutely loved the stars. Every night he would set up your balcony with blankets and pillows, making it perfect for you and your daughter to stargaze.

“Oui mon petit ange, c’est très beau”

You looked over at the two of them, Alia was resting her head on Charles’s chest, her eyes watching the sky as she pointed to different constellations

“Maman are you looking too?” Alia smiled, sending you a glance

“Of course I am baby, there are lots of starts tonight aren’t there?”

“Yes!! Do you see the big dipper?”

Charles laughed, he never understood how she got so good with the constellations in the sky

“No, show me love”

Alia was quick to move over to where you were within the mountain of blankets, giving Charles the opportunity to scoot closer to you so the three of you could cuddle up together

“Okay maman regarde ça”

She pointed a little finger into the sky, pointing out a series of stars before settling on the big dipper

“Tu vois, ça ressemble à une cuillère, c'est comme ça que tu sais”

“Oui, je vois bébé”

Your french wasn’t totally fluent yet, but Alia and Charles spoke mostly in french which helped you as well to get better with the language. Though your husband did remind your little girl sometimes to speak in english to you, just to give your brain a little break.

Even though you never complained.

“Quel est ton préfère?”

“Um….”

Alia thought about it for a second, her head resting in her hands

“Cass-uh cassei-papa je besoin d’aide…”

Charles smiled kissing her cheek softly

“Cassiopeia, c’est celui la n’est ce-pas bébé?”

“Oui!! C’est ça papa!!”

A smile spread on your face watching the excitement fill her eyes as her father had helped her figure out the name of the constellation. It truly was moments like these that were your favourite, watching Alia begin to talk more about the stars, her eyes never leaving the sky, even as you leaned over and pressed a kiss to Charles’s cheek.

“You are the world’s best dad..thank you for making her so happy”

You watched as a blush spread on his cheeks before he placed his lips on yours, kissing you softly

“You two are my whole world, I love you more than you know”

“We love you too, so much my love”

There really wasn’t anywhere else in the world you’d rather be than right here, cuddled up amongst the blankets listening to your baby girl spew all her knowledge on the stars. She was yours and Charles’s whole universe, no amount of starts or constellations could ever equate to the love you both had for her.

Alia truly was the greatest gift to happen to your family and no night sky, would ever beat that.

[boobo13cambridge]

Send That Picture Promise I'm A Keep It | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: Fluff, sexting, masturbation (m.)

Summary: What’s it like texting when your husband is a really busy athlete? 

A/N: Hello, everyone! I’ve been trying to finish up all my old requests before I get to the new ones. I was actually supposed to post this May 5th, and its now June, oops. I’ve seen all your prompts for the new Kylian smut, and I love all your ideas. I’ll try my best to get them done because for once I have nothing to this summer except find a job, lmao. I swear having a job ready for when you graduate is not easy at all. Uni should’ve prepared us better for the post-grad life. Anyways, as always don’t forget to like, comment, and repost! Enjoy, lovelies ❣️

Kylian: bébé 

Kylian: bébééé

Kylian: bééébééé

Kylian: béééébéééééééééé

Kylian: Arrête de m’ignorer 😢 (stop ignoring me)

Kylian: jte veux  (i want you)

Kylian: j besoins de toi (i need you)

Kylian: envoie t seins (send your tits)

The incessant buzzing of your phone that was conveniently located in your back pocket was proving to bea major distraction as you were trying your best to follow what your boss was trying to say. You knew who it was without even having to look, the culprit - a certain brown-eyed professional athlete who was called away on international duty. 

While you wished you could be there to cheer him on as France played against Gibraltar in Faro, you were unfortunately tied up at work as you had to deal with an important client. As a divorce lawyer, you were constantly surprised to learn just how selfish and idiotic some people could be. You’d think a firefighter would be too busy trying to save people to have two mistress with three children each. Alas, humanity never failed to disappoint. To add fuel to the fire, this particular client absolutely refused to comprise on anything and insisted that he still loved his wife despite being a piece of shit.

Seeing all these cases, you were grateful that Kylian wasn't like that. To be honest, in the beginning of your relationship, you were very self-conscious as footballers were known to be cheaters. A few people (who were no longer in your life) warned you that your husband would inevitably turn out like most people in his profession and leave you for a model. Kylian, on the other hand,  turned out to be nothing like that. He was consistently loving, truthful, and patient with you. The media's attempts to tear your relationship apart still pained you deeply, especially the heartbroken look in Kylian's eyes as you shouted at him, accusing him without even giving him a chance to explain.

But returning to the present, your boss finally released you from the conversation as her secretary reminded her that her husband was waiting on the line. Your boss, an intimidating woman whom you respected greatly, was the only one who hired you straight after graduation, despite most law firms turning you away. You suspected they viewed you as nothing more than a trophy wife destined to retire after having a few kids. Céleste Beauregard was the only one who gave you a chance, and for that you would be eternally grateful.

Walking back to your desk, you pull out your phone and look at the messages Kylian send you. Letting out a snort at his antics, you reply.

You: t’a pas un match à jouer toi?  (don’t you have a match to play?)

Kylian: c koi le rapport bb??    (what’s the correlation baby??)

You: tu c ke chui au travail kyky  (you know I’m at work kyky)

Kylian: allez bb juste une photo 🥺 (cmon baby its just one picture)

You: ds t rêve (in your dreams)

Kylian: fais pas ca (don’t do this)

Kylian: arrête de faire ta difficile (stop being so difficult)

You: t un gros pervert Mbappé 🤢 (you’re a big pervert Mbappé)

You: j d’autres choses à faire ds la vie ke de t’envoyer d pics de mes seins              franchement  (I have better things to do than send you pics of my tits seriously)

You: t’a pas déjà d pics? (don’t you already have some?)

Kylian: j’en veux d fresh svp (I need new ones pls)

You: tu m’énerve (you’re annoying)

In moments like these, you couldn't help but appreciate having a private office with tinted glass. Glancing around cautiously to ensure no one was present, you carefully unbuttoned your dress shirt, unveiling a seductive, lacy red push-up bra. With one hand, you delicately squeezed your breasts together, your cheeks flushed crimson as you quickly snap a picture and send it to him. 

Buttoning your shirt, you feel a mixture of excitement and anticipation, as you nervously bit your lip, holding your breath as you observed the three blinking dots in your message thread. You couldn't help but giggle at doing something so risky at your workplace.

Kylian: putain bb chui bandé 🤤 (fuck bb i’m hard) 

Kylian: si tt là ça serait parti en branlette espagnole 😏 (if you were here I would’ve fucked your tits)

You: t dégeulasse 🙄 (youre disgusting)

Kylian: tu m’aimes pareille ❤️ (you love me tho)

You: vrm pas  (not really)

You: envoie moi t seins toi (you send me your tits)

Kylian: jpeux tenvoyer qq chose de mieux 😘 (i’ll send you something better)

Your heart raced with anticipation, a symphony of palpitations echoing in your chest, as you waited impatiently for your husband to send you a picture of himself.

As the picture popped up, you felt liquid heat pool in your panties as your breathing deepened looking at the nude Kylian had sent you. 

The dim lights showed his hand wrapped firmly around his throbbing cock. Your gaze was fixated on the engorged head of his member, a vibrant hue of crimson, as a drop of precum bubbled on top. You could feel yourself throbbing as you feasted on the photo. Waves of pleasure surged through your core, causing your body to pulse with an insatiable hunger.

You: merde kyky ta pas le droit de m’envoyer sa quand tu c ke jpeux rien   faire (shit kyky you can’t just send me this when you know i cant do anything about it)

Kylian: enjoy bb 😘

You: ??

You looked at his message confused, not really sure what he meant. A few minutes later, he sends you a video that ignited a blush so intense it flushed the very roots of your hair.

In the video, he moved with tantalizing slowness, his strong, veiny arms caressing his length with deliberate, seductive strokes. Each movement of his arm drove your senses ablaze. The air around you thickened with the sound of his sinful moans, weaving a symphony of pleasure that sent shivers down your spine.

Your eyes were fixated on the mesmerizing sight, unable to tear themselves away from the erotic scene playing on your small screen. Your breath hitched as he swiped a bead of precum, his fingers glistening with the essence of his desire. 

It was when a primal groan escaped his soft, pink lips with the sound of your name on the tip of his tongue that sent a blast of ecstasy through your body, electrifying every nerve ending with longing.

Unable to contain the building heat within you, you instinctively pressed your thighs together, seeking relief from the persistent throbbing that radiated from your slick core. 

The video was two minutes long, and you were burning up so fast. As you continued to watch the captivating video, your senses became heightened, every nuance and detail etching itself into your memory. The sheer eroticism of the scene, the raw sensuality exuding from his every movement, unleashed a whirlwind of desire within you.

With every gasp and moan that escaped his lips, you felt the reverberations deep within your core. His sinful utterance of your name was like a symphony of passion, intertwining with the symphony of your racing heart. 

As his fingers swept across his velvety skin, spreading the intoxicating precum, the ache between your thighs intensified. The throbbing in your core demanded attention, aching for release. The tension built, and with every second, you grew closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

It was almost a bittersweet torment, because as much as the video set aflame your desire for him, it also intensified the ache of longing for his physical presence. With a final, lingering stroke, the video came to an end, leaving you breathless and craving more. 

You: t vrm cruel kyky (you’re so cruel kyky)

Kylian: 😘😘 mmmhhh jte vois samedi? (mmmhhh see you saturday?)

You: non, viens mtn 🥺  (no, come now)

You: jte veux trop (i need you too much)

Kylian: hahah, tu c ke jpp princesse (hahah you know i can't princess)

Kylian: mais jvai marquer un but pour toi bb (but i’ll score a goal for you bb)

You: t mieux ❤️ 🙄 (you better)

You: jtm booboo ❤️ (ily booboo)

Kylian: jtm fort mon coeur ❤️ (ily so much my heart)

You: tu veux que je t’amène qq chose bb? Je c ke tu vas rester à l'hôtel avant le match au stade (do you want me to bring you something bb? I know you’re staying at a hotel before game at the stadium?)

Kylian: ouii, t seins 🤤 (yess, your boobs)

You: ugh bye 🙄

Your playful exasperation was evident as you bid farewell to the teasing suggestion. The exchange left a lingering sense of anticipation and passion in the air, as you both were eagerly waiting to see each other again. The thought of being in his arms, of holding him and kissing him, made you long for him so bad. Looking at the time, you quickly packed your stuff and rushed home, excited to be with him.

[bba4pattes]

It's clear, at wake-up, these big babies need a change, that's a lot of work!

C'est clair, au réveil, ces gros bébés ont besoin d'être changés, c'est un gros travail !

[empiredesimparte]

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Episode III, N°3 | Belgisim, 15 Thermidor An 230

During the Europesim summit, Napoleon V tried to create a dialogue between the leaders of the Empire of Pierreland (Emperor David) and the Union of Iona (Queen Viviana II). This initiative proved to be of little avail.

Collaboration with @funkyllama and @officalroyalsofpierreland

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⚜ Traduction française

Durant le sommet d'Europesim, Napoléon V tente de créer un dialogue entre les dirigeants de l'empire de Pierreland (l'empereur David) et de l'Union d'Iona (la reine Viviana II). Cette initiative ne s'avère que peu fructueuse : les tensions sont désormais fortes entre les pays européensims.

(Napoléon) Ce ne sera pas agréable, mais il va falloir que vous trouviez un terrain d'entente

(David) Je suis d'accord. Nous sommes tous des adultes responsables ici, et... pour être franc, certaines vérités ne devront pas quitter cette pièce, pas encore

(Eloise) Je ne crois pas que mes enfants soient un sujet d'État pertinent qui relève de la politique européennesim, du moins avant la majorité. N'est-ce pas David ? De parent à parent (Napoléon) S'il vous plaît...

(David) Quand j'ai reçu votre lettre... Je craignais que mon fils ne soit pas assez mâture pour assumer sa paternité. J'ai consulté Katalina, qui n'est pas d'accord et veut que Louis soit partie intégrante de la vie de Lenerd. À cause de ce désaccord, j'ai demandé à mes deux fils aînés et conseillers d'État... (Eloise) Vous considérez que votre petit-fils est une affaire d'état ? Comme ces deux-là qui ne sont pas vos fils ? Pardon ?!

(David) Ils sont mes fils. Felipe par le sang et Edmund par la loi. Et oui, mon petit-fils est devenu une affaire d'État ! Le père n'a pas été informé du fait que vous soyez enceinte ! (Eloise) Comme s'il ne savait pas compter jusqu'à 9...

(Napoléon) David, Lenerd devrait être reconnu par votre empire... Sinon mon filleul va...

(David) Nom de Dieu, j'essaye d'admettre mes fautes-

(Napoléon) S'il vous plaît, du calme. Repoussons ce rendez-vous...

(Eloise) Je n'ai pas besoin ni ne veut de son argent. Ni même du soutien, à moins que Louis en soit l'instigateur

(David) Eloise, je vous prie de bien vouloir croire que tout le soutien et l'argent que je vous ferai parvenir sera une attention de Louis

(Eloise) Le même Louis que vous maintenez dans l'ignorance ? Non, merci. (David) Pour le moment. Je ne pense pas que Louis devrait-

(Eloise) Vous, vous vous, VOUS. Il s'agit de mon bébé. De son bébé. Pourquoi pensez-vous que vous pouvez l'éloigner de son fils ?

(David) Le garçon n'a que 19 ans. Il ne peut pas gérer ça !

(Eloise) À 19 ans j'aurais assumé les conséquences de mes putains d'actions

(David) Donne-nous 10 ans, à Katalina et moi. Il sera alors élevé comme un prince de Pierreland avec tous les droits qu'ils lui reviennent et je le reconnaîtrai comme mon petit fils. Je dirai au public la vérité

[clhook]

Post très perso je sais pas si je vais le poster ou s'il va rester longtemps parce que je suis gênée de parler de ça mdr mais j'ai besoin de vider mon sac

j'avais un stérilet au cuivre pendant plusieurs années ça a été graduellement de plus en plus affreux au moment des règles pertes super abondantes douleurs insupportables etc mais je voulais pas l'enlever parce que je veux pas prendre d'hormones donc je serrais juste les dents une semaine et demie par mois mais à un moment j'ai commencé aussi à avoir mal en dehors des règles et surtout mal pendant les rapports je suis allée voir le médecin qui a dit que c'était parce qu'il y avait une mycose donc ok je soigne ça mais j'avais toujours mal je suis allée voir un autre médecin pour avoir un deuxième avis j'ai demandé si ça pouvait pas être de l'endométriose je me suis fait remballer ptdr j'ai fini par retourner voir mon médecin traitant qui a vu que mon stérilet était tombé et que c'était ça qui me provoquait les mycoses donc elle l'a enlevé carrément, elle m'en a prescrit un autre mais j'y suis jamais retournée parce que ça m'a un peu traumatisée et je voulais laisser mon corps trkl pendant un moment mais le fait est plusieurs mois plus tard que rien n'a changé, je suis toujours en pls pendant mes règles et je laisse plus mon mec me toucher parce qu'invariablement à chaque fois qu'on essaye je finis en larmes, pas seulement parce que j'ai mal mais parce que je suis déçue et triste et je culpabilise, impossible de mettre un tampon parce que ça me fait souffrir le martyr, et cerise sur le gâteau j'ai hyper envie d'être enceinte et d'avoir un bébé en ce moment et les gens m'en parlent systématiquement quand je parle du mariage c'est hyper dur de dire "haha on verra plus tard" alors que oui je rêve d'un bb mais je suis en combat constant avec mon corps et je suis fatiguée je pleure tout le temps l'autre jour ma collègue était hyper heureuse de me raconter que son fils va avoir un bébé j'ai tenu la conversation mais après je suis allée pleurer dans les toilettes comme une fragile j'ai pris rdv chez le médecin mais j'ai hyper peur d'y aller parce que j'ai peur d'avoir mal pendant l'examen et j'ai peur qu'elle me dise que j'ai rien et que c'est dans ma tête et que je passe le reste de ma vie comme ça ouin ouin ouin

[au-jardin-de-mon-coeur]

Même virtuels, les câlins ça fait du bien, c'est un des bonheurs de la vie...

Oui, un câlin, une poignée de main,

une fraternelle accolade

un baiser même

on en a tous besoin pour se sentir bien.

Le bébé meurt si on ne le caresse pas

il meurt ou ne se développe pas

harmonieusement

tout comme la personne en perte d'autonomie

elle communique par le toucher.

Le câlin est pour elle

de conserver son identité

sa relation par le toucher ...

Et moi j'ai besoin des câlins

de ceux que j'ai câlinés

et besoin d'être considérée,

on donne on reçoit, c'est cela la vie...

Semons toujours de l'amour

rien n'est plus beau que ce sentiment...

Dans cette chaîne de l'humanité

Aime aimons aimez

C'est la seule façon de survivre !

[robbyacshy]

Je suis désolé mais j'avais besoin de mon bébé

[olympic-paris]

saga: soumission & Domination 242

WE avec Alban

Après une nuit agitée et un réveil tardif, nous retrouvons Alban devant un café. Il nous dit avoir dormi comme un bébé. Il faut dire que Pierre (notre architecte) a particulièrement soigné l'isolation acoustique, aussi bien des fenêtres (et depuis, la serre ajoute un écran supplémentaire avec le monde extérieur) qu'entre les pièces ou les niveaux.

PH lui dit qu'il a bien fait d'emmagasiner des forces car ce soir il en aura besoin. Quand Alban cherche à en savoir plus, il se heurte à un mutisme généralisé. Vu l'heure, nous brunchons. Aux plaques, Ammed fourni à la demande, oeufs brouillés, pancakes, je suis le premier à prendre une entrecôte grillée, bientôt suivit par mes trois compères alléchés par l'odeur.

Dans l'après midi, arrivent nos invités. Les premiers à nous rejoindre sont Franck et Louis. Pierre et Olivier arrivent sur leurs talons. Ce dernier demande aussitôt à voir l'installation de la sculpture. Alban nous accompagne. Une fois rassuré sur son implantation, il prend le temps d'admirer l'oeuvre. Il adore et le dit à l'artiste. A moi, en aparté, il demandera le prix, intéressé d'acquérir lui aussi une de ses oeuvres. Ric nous rejoint, je lui devais une touze pour son service auprès de DGSE (même s'il en tire lui-même un plaisir à hauteur de ses particularités SM). Quand il se met à l'aise, Alban ne peut retenir un sifflement approbateur. Effectivement, si nous, nous sommes habitués à son physique légèrement hors norme, il est quand même méchamment musclé. La réciproque semble acquise, Ric n'hésitant pas à trébucher sur un obstacle imaginaire pour tomber dans les bras d'Alban. Ce n'est que vers 19h30 que nous rejoignent Eric et Cédric. Ce dernier devient une véritable réplique, une taille en dessous, de Ric, l'inscription à sa salle de muscu lui a été profitable tout comme les conseils de Ric.

Alors que je croyais tout les invités arrivés, nouveaux coups de sonnette. Marc répond et laisse entrer. La surprise est là. Hervé et Ernesto sortent du monte-charge !

PH et moi ne pouvons nous retenir et c'est avec des cris de fous que nous serrons notre ami dans les bras. Les hurlements cessent quand nous mélangeons nos langues. On nous laisse tranquille quelques instants puis, sous les yeux éberlués d'Alban, Hervé tente de récupérer son espagnol mais c'est avec l'aide de tous les autres qu'il réussit à nous séparer. Présentation d'Alban à Hervé et Ernesto qui se fait dévorer des yeux par notre sculpteur.

La soirée commence doucement. Apéro autour de l'oeuvre d'Alban et premières prises de photo de couple en position. Comme pour imiter la sculpture, il faut se mettre nu, à la fin de la séance tout le monde l'est et bande plus ou moins. Ce qui est bien du " numérique " c'est qu'on peu tester le meilleur éclairage et voir tout de suite le résultat. Nous avons commencé par les couples. Eric et Cédric, Franck et Louis, Hervé et Ernesto, Pierre et Olivier. Marc se fait photographier une première fois avec moi puis avec PH. Je remets ça avec Ric, question muscles, c'est notre " couple " qui se rapproche le plus de l'oeuvre d'Alban. Quoi que ! L'ensemble Eric et Ric semble encore plus coller à l'oeuvre. De plus la différence de couleur reflète la différence de traitement de surface des deux hommes de la sculpture, bronze mat et bronze poli.

Pour terminer avec les photos, Alban me demande de prendre la pose et fait tourner dans mes bras tous les participants y compris lui-même. Il considère que c'est le privilège du " propriétaire ". Le dernier NIKON D600 à 24 millions de pixel permet la projection en grand format sans perdre trop de précision.

Du coup, la touze démarre sur la terrasse. Heureusement qu'Emma m'a offert sa couverture. Le chauffage du jardin tropical de l'ancienne cour maintien une température suffisante pour que nous puissions évoluer à poil sans craindre d'attraper la grippe.

Alban est vite dans le bain avec Ernesto et Ric accrochés à lui. Un peu jaloux, je m'approche du trio et surtout d'Ernesto que je n'avais revu depuis la fin de l'été. Ernesto est tout content de me voir arriver. Nous nous roulons un patin avant que les deux autres s'interposent. A 4 langues c'est plus délicat à gérer, mais on y arrive et au niveau du dessous ça bande dur ! Comme nous sommes près de la piscine, je fais tomber tout notre petit groupe dans l'eau. Le bruit attire les autres et, une fois décollés, ils nous rejoignent les uns après les autres. Du coup petit intermède aquatique, même si ça continu à se rouler des patins et à se branler sous l'eau. Avant qu'il y en ait un qui jute dans l'eau, Marc fait sortir tout le monde. Sur l'herbe artificielle, la touze reprend. Je laisse Ric dans les bras d'Alban et retrouve PH et Ernesto. Tout content de nous retrouver nous nous isolons un peu des autres et passons la première partie de la touze à fêter nos retrouvailles. Bien qu'il soit désormais avec Hervé, Ernesto ne boude pas nos bites ni nos culs. Et réciproquement, nous aussi jouons avec sa belle queue et sa rondelle accueillante. Evidement, ça fini par des pénétrations diverses. Nous ré entrainons nos gorges aux pénétrations très profondes, les 24cm d'Ernesto exigeant une souplesse accrue de nos larynx. Mais quand on est motivé... ce n'est qu'une question de temps, enfin pas des années non plus, quelques coups de bites en profondeurs progressives et il nous les met entiers dans nos bouches. Ça commence par des pipes et fini en sodo. A nous trois, nous essayons toutes les combinaisons de trio. Les bites passent de bouches en cul (kpotées). PH comme moi, apprécions les cm bien larges de notre ibère préféré. Quand je me souviens de ses première sodos, il s'est bien amélioré et il nous pénètre sans douleur. Entre deux coups de rein, je lui demande où il en est avec Hervé. Il me dévoile tout bas qu'il a réussit la veille à le sodomiser à son tour. Ça m'excite et je me promets de tenter le coup avant la fin du WE. L'ambiance touze devrait bien m'y aider. Nous finissons notre première jouissance, Ernesto enfilé dans PH et moi-même dans son cul.

Enlacés, nous rejoignons les autres. Ils ne sont pas encore " mûrs " et les bites s'activent encore partout. Bouches et culs en sont pleins. Je remarque qu'Alban s'enfile Ric qui semble lui faire, avec son anneau, un traitement sur sa queue qui l'emmène doucement vers l'explosion. Je passe dans son dos et lui pince les tétons. Il me capte et me demande qui est ce ouf qui lui trait la bite comme un pro ? Quand je lui dis que ce n'est que mon petit Ric que j'ai initié et formé depuis 4 ans, il me dit que j'ai fait un travail impeccable. Il se tait, trop occuper à écouter son corps réagir. Je reste avec eux jusqu'à ce qu'Alban explose dans sa kpote. Avant qu'il n'ait finit de juter, je pince durement les tétons de Ric, ce qui a pour effet de le faire exploser à son tour et emprisonner dans un dernier spasme de son anneau la bite d'Alban.

Ils se décollent et, Alban, allongé sur le dos me dit dans un souffle qu'on ne lui avait jamais fait un tel effet. Ric se retourne et vient lui rouler une pelle de remerciement.

Je les laisse et vais plus loin. Mon Marc et Hervé se font Cédric à deux. J'arrive quand ils commencent la double pénétration sous les conseils avisés d'Eric. Faut dire qu'Eric l'a habitué à ses 26 x 7 et qu'il prend vraiment son pied à se faire écarter la rondelle. Marc est couché et Cédric le chevauche. C'est dans cette position, le torse collé à celui de Marc qu'il se prend sa deuxième queue. Hervé, pour qui c'est la première fois hésite un peu et n'ose pas forcer pour rejoindre Marc. Il faut que ce soit Eric qui lui dise d'y aller carrément. Il va même jusqu'à pousser ses reins pour qu'Hervé s'enfonce enfin. Quand il est enfin au fond de Cédric, Hervé laisse échapper un gémissement de plaisir. Il lime le beau petit cul de Cédric en compagnie de Marc et trouve cela hyper-bandant. Il est encore dans cette position quand Ernesto arrive. C'est amusant de voir Hervé sursauter, légèrement honteux, jusqu'à ce qu'Ernesto lui demande, après lui avoir roulé un patin, s'il prend bien son pied. Eric ayant prêté son " régulier ", il est tout bandant. Avec Ernesto je m'agenouille et, ensemble, nous lui prodiguons une pipe. Vu la taille de son engin, nous n'avons aucun mal à trouver chacun un morceau de peau où poser nos lèvres ou la langue.

A nos cotés, Cédric couine sous les assauts de Marc et Hervé. Eric a pris nos têtes dans ses mains et oriente notre double pipe à sa guise. Je me retrouve la gorge défoncée par son gland quand Ernesto fait rouler ses boules sous sa langue. Sa pression monte en fonction des gémissements crescendos de Cédric. Et comme Cédric explose, il me repousse et nous couvre de son sperme. Il ne fait pas une minute pour, qu'à leur tour, Hervé et Marc remplissent leurs capotes.

Une fois tout le petit groupe remis de ses émotions, Hervé remercie Eric pour le cul de son p'tit mec alors que Cédric vient nous rouler une pelle à Ernesto et moi pour nous remercier de lui avoir prêté nos mecs. Il les a trouvés très efficaces. Cela a déclenché un éclat de rire généralisé.

On s'est alors aperçu que tous avait finis de baiser. Comme d'habitude, Samir et Ammed sont arrivés avec de quoi essuyer les " dégâts " et nous prévenir que le diner était servi.

Nous enfilons rapidement après les avoir un peu cherchés, qui un slip, qui un boxer avant de descendre.

Samir et Ammed nous avaient préparé le diner à la romaine. Tous les plats sur la table basse et arrangés autour les fauteuils-repose pieds et les canapés avec des tables basses pour soutenir les verres. Les couples se refont et si, avec PH et Marc nous squattons un des grands canapés, Alban s'installe près de nous avec Ric. Les entrées diverses sont rapidement avalées, chacun ayant à coeur de refaire ses batteries. Nos deux cuisiniers s'étant surpassés, ils récoltent des louanges de tous nos invités. Comme nous sommes tous de bons carnivores, la suite, constituée d'un choix (ou un cumul pour certains) de volailles, rôtis et gigots, reconstitue nos besoins en protéines. L'arrive des desserts se fait sous les vivats.

Après le café, nous entrons les photos dans le PC qui est relié au vidéoprojecteur du feu. Samir envoi les poses. Les résultats sont superbes. Ensemble nous choisissons les meilleures et effaçons les autres. La soirée continue sur un mode plus affectueux que sexuel. La discussion porte surtout sur l'art et les sculptures d'Alban. Franck nous demande l'adresse de la galerie de Bo-gosse et nous prévient qu'il va y envoyer son grand père. Pierre, lui, veux connaitre le catalogue d'Alban et pense que certains de ses clients seraient demandeur d'intégrer ses sculptures dans l'architecture de leurs maisons particulières. Marc lui rappelle que nous avons la priorité et nous expliquons aux autres la commande que nous avons passée de deux cariatides mâles destinées à " soutenir ", dans cette même pièce, la piscine de la terrasse. Franck nous dit que ça pourrait être sympa d'agrémenter l'entrée de la salle de sport du second d'un " athlète ". Je le remercie de l'idée et du budget supplémentaire ! Alban nous dit qu'à la 6ème sculpture que je lui aurais vendu, il me la fait gratuite.

PH dit alors que cela ira vite, déjà 3 chez nous, plus une sûr cher Henri et Kev, une chez le grand père de Franck, il ne suffira plus qu'une par Pierre et ce sera bon. Et comme ce dernier m'assure avoir déjà un client en tête et peut être même deux, c'est quasiment fait.

Comme la nuit est déjà bien avancée, nous allons tous nous coucher. Après avoir ouvert les différentes chambres d'amis et laissé nos invités s'y mélanger, je regagne la notre en compagnie de PH et Marc. Sevrés de notre Ernesto depuis plus d'un mois, nous avons du mal à le laisser nous décoller. Marc voit ça et fait une entorse à notre règlement en l'invitant avec Hervé à nous rejoindre. A ce dernier un peu gêné, il nous montre tous les trois collés et tellement content de sa décision.

Si notre salle de bain n'est pas aussi grande que celle de la salle de muscu, nous arrivons à nous mettre tous les trois sous la douche. Puis, en attendant nos mecs, nous nous couchons au centre du lit et enlacés, nous sombrons dans le someil. Marc me dira le lendemain matin qu'ils nous avaient trouvés les bras et les jambes emmêles et qu'ils s'étaient mis chacun d'un coté de l'amalgame pour dormir à leur tour.

Jardinier

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[kilfeur]

Un roi et un serviteur

Ezran traverse un moment compliqué en saison 6. Pendant la réunion concernant la perle, il sait que la menace est dangereuse en amenant la perle. Opeli a suggéré de prévenir les autres seigneurs de la Pentarchie et mettre la meilleure sécurité pour la perle. Callum propose de la détruire mais n'a pas de solution concrète. Ezran finit par se dire qu'il vaut la garder à Katolis. Ce qui reste un choix dangereux vu qu'Aaravos a pu le manipuler pour le pousser à se rendre à la tour céleste. Ce qui laisse Ezran tout seule à Katolis et ça fait depuis la saison 3 qu'il n'a été seule. La scène où justement il revoit Viren et lui dit qu'il mérite pas son pardon est assez dur. Mais de l'autre je peux comprendre pourquoi il a agit ainsi. Viren est le roi précédent et Ezran est celui qui le succède. Viren a voulu que l'humanité prospère mais ses actions ont eu de graves conséquences comme par exemple Lux Aurea ou bien l'attaque de la flèche de tempête. Pour au final révéler qu'il voulait avant tout le pouvoir. Ezran est connu pour son pacifisme et la saison 6 avait teasé que ses principes seraient défiés.

Mais je trouve que les deux précédentes saisons montrait que son pacifisme pouvait le rendre aveugle sur certains points. Dans la saison 4, il a essayé d'unir les dragons et son peuple ensemble dans l'endroit où les morts sont enterrés. Certains le verraient comme une insulte, vu comment Tempête a tué Sarai, leur défunte reine. Et quand le tableau est saboté. Ça a failli dégénérer jusqu'à ce qu'Ezran parle de son deuil de ses parents, permettant à son peuple de faire leur deuil et garder l'amour dans leurs coeurs.

Un enfant roi

Dans l'acte 1, il essaie de se faire entendre en tant que roi. En parlant de ses idées mais Kasef ne le voit pas comme un roi. Et c'est quelque chose qui revient assez souvent. Comme avec Finnegrin quand il a essayé de lui parler. Mais que Finnegrin ne voit pas la valeur de sa couronne. Et que quand il apprend qu'il va utiliser les bébé crapauds pour ses plans. Ezran décide de les lui voler causant indirectement la torture de Callum, le sang gelé de Rayla. Et Soren qui se fait aussi passer à tabac. En saison 6, Ezran voyant que le mariage va se changer en champ de bataille. Il propose d'être leur émissaire pour résoudre le conflit. Et encore une fois, Karim ne le voit pas comme un roi. Se montrant arrogant ordonnant aux humains de partir et qu'ils devraient retourner d'où ils viennent. Toutefois il réussit à atteindre Karim en parlant de sa soeur, montrant que oui, il l'aime toujours. Mais il croit fermement qu'elle va dans la mauvaise direction. Certains se demandent sûrement pourquoi Ezran continue de vouloir parler avec l'ennemi sachant que ça marchera pas ? Pour la même raison que son grand frère continue de vouloir arrêter Aaravos. Ils veulent faire ce qui est juste bien que leurs méthodes sont différentes.

Katolis brûle

La scène où Sol Regem brûle Katolis fait parallèle à la scène où il brûle Elarion. Mais Elarion, tu voyais le massacre de loin dans Katolis, tu le vois de plus près. La scène est horrible à regarder, voir les gens s'enfuir alors que les flammes continuent de se propager. Soren vient voir son père et lui demande d'utiliser la magie pour sauver le peuple. Mais il peut pas faire la magie primale sans pierre primale. Il parle alors du sort pour les immuniser contre le feu mais pour ce faire, il a besoin d'un coeur humain. Et c'est là que je trouve l'acte de Viren impactant, c'est qu'hormis la mise en scène, qui nous fait croire que Soren est mort alors qu'en fait c'est le coeur de Viren. Bien que je me demande comment il a réussi à tenir le coup et ainsi exécuter le sort. Viren donne son coeur à Katolis, se rappelant pourquoi il fait ça, par amour envers sa famille. Et que le sort qui avait servi à assiéger le mont tempête est un sort qui a permit de protéger le peuple de Katolis montrant qu'il est le serviteur de ce royaume. Quand à Ezran, le fait qu'il n'a pas été là va le faire culpabiliser. Il a crû que la menace a été évité pour Janai et Amaya jusqu'à apprendre la terrible nouvelle. Comment on peut être un roi si au final on est pas capable de veiller sur son peuple ? Car certes bien que le pire a été évité pour Janai et son peuple, Ezran va devoir s'occuper de ce qui reste de Katolis, sa maison n'est plus. Mais les survivants de son peuple sont encore là.

A king and a servent

Ezran is going through a complicated time in season 6. During the meeting about the pearl, he knows that bringing the pearl is a dangerous threat. Opeli suggests warning the other lords of the Pentarchy and setting the best security for the pearl. Callum suggests destroying it, but has no concrete solution. Ezran finally decides to keep it in Katolis. Which remains a dangerous choice, given that Aaravos may have manipulated him into going to the celestial tower. This leaves Ezran all alone in Katolis, and he hasn't been alone since season 3. The scene where he sees Viren again and tells him he doesn't deserve his forgiveness is pretty harsh. But on the other hand, I can understand why he did it. Viren is the previous king and Ezran is his successor. Viren wanted humanity to prosper, but his actions had serious consequences, such as Lux Aurea and the storm spire attack. In the end, he revealed that he wanted power above all else. Ezran is known for his pacifism, and season 6 teased that his principles would be challenged.

But I felt that the previous two seasons showed that his pacifism could blind him to certain issues. In season 4, he tried to unite the dragons and his people together in the place where the dead are buried. Some would see this as an insult, given how Storm killed Sarai, their late queen. And when the painting is sabotaged. It almost got out of hand until Ezran spoke of his grief for his parents, allowing his people to mourn and keep the love in their hearts.

A child king

In Act 1, he tries to make himself heard as a king. Talking about his ideas, but Kasef doesn't see him as a king. And this is something that comes up quite often. Like with Finnegrin when he tried to talk to him. But that Finnegrin doesn't see the value of his crown. And when he learns that he's going to use the baby toads for his plans. Ezran decides to steal them, indirectly causing Callum's torture and Rayla's frozen blood. And Soren, who also takes a beating. In season 6, Ezran sees that the wedding is about to turn into a battlefield. He offers to be their emissary to resolve the conflict. And once again, Karim doesn't see him as a king. Arrogantly ordering the humans to leave and that they should go back to where they came from. However, he manages to get through to Karim by talking about his sister, showing that yes, he still loves her. But he firmly believes she's going in the wrong direction. Some may wonder why Ezran keeps trying to talk to the enemy, knowing it won't work? For the same reason his older brother keeps trying to stop Aaravos. They want to do the right thing, even though their methods are different.

Katolis burn

The scene where Sol Regem burns Katolis parallels the scene where he burns Elarion. But Elarion, you saw the massacre from afar in Katolis, now you see it up close. The scene is horrifying to watch, people fleeing as the flames continue to spread. Soren comes to his father and asks him to use magic to save the people. But he can't do primal magic without primal stone. So he talks about the spell to make them immune to fire, but to do that, he needs a human heart. And that's where I find Viren's act impactful, is that apart from the staging, which makes us believe Soren is dead when in fact it's Viren's heart. Although I wonder how he managed to hold it together and execute the spell. Viren gives his heart to Katolis, remembering why he's doing this, out of love for his family. And that the spell used to lay siege to Mount Storm was a spell to protect the people of Katolis, showing that he is a servant of the kingdom. As for Ezran, the fact that he wasn't there will make him feel guilty. He thought the threat had been averted for Janai and Amaya until he heard the terrible news. How can you be a king if you can't look after your own people? While the worst may have been avoided for Janai and his people, Ezran will have to deal with what's left of Katolis, his home no more. But the survivors of his people are still there.

[shakeskp]

Je ne sais pas pourquoi mes fics Star Wars s'écrivent autant avec des flashbacks, ce n'est pas un truc dont j'ai l'habitude, mais avec ce fandom ça vient naturellement.

Le début du projet Springbreak, aka la romance-qui-aurait-dû-être-épistolaire, aka la fic où Anakin vit une chanson de Fall Out Boy écrite en 2008 et Obi-Wan une ballade d'été mélancolique :

Deux ans après la fin de la guerre, le Haut Conseil perdit la tête et décréta que tous les chevaliers Jedi ayant été adoubés après le début du conflit devraient effectuer l'année de missions en toute indépendance dont ils avaient été privés. Les talents acquis durant la guerre avaient été, eh bien, guerriers, et il était temps de se remémorer l'origine de leur Mission, qui était pacifiste, et de nombreuses planètes avaient besoin de l'intervention d'ambassadeurs neutres.

Anakin trouva cette décision raisonnable, jusqu'à ce qu'il réalise qu'il était également concerné.

-- C'est une blague ? demanda-t-il à Obi-Wan lorsqu'il reçut son premier ordre, une mission pour bébé Jedi dont le nez produirait encore du lait si on appuyait dessus. Je pourrais effectuer cette mission les mains attachées dans le dos et un bâillon sur la bouche.

Même en tant que mission diplomatique, c'était du niveau zéro. Anakin avait été formé par Obi-Wan Kenobi. Ce n'était pas parce qu'il manquait plus vite de patience qu'il était incapable de régler en cinq minutes ce cas de mariage arrangé.

— Parfait, répondit Obi-Wan avec un sourcil haussé. Elle n'en sera réglée que plus vite. Anakin, dit-il plus fort lorsque ce dernier allait insister. Toi plus que n'importe quel autre chevalier mérite cette année de liberté. Tu es l'un des très, très rares à avoir passé la guerre au côté de ton maître plutôt que d'avoir été déployé ailleurs.

Il lui sourit avec une excuse dans le regard.

— Ça te fera beaucoup de bien de pouvoir agir sans que je sois toujours sur ton dos.

Oh non, songea Anakin en réalisant soudain ce que cette histoire ridicule signifiait vraiment.

On voulait le séparer d’Obi-Wan.

***

Anakin savait, objectivement, que le Conseil n'aurait pas créé un décret influençant plus de mille cinq cents Jedi juste pour le séparer d'Obi-Wan. Il n'était pas égocentrique à ce point. Et ayant comparé sa mission à celle de plusieurs de ses compagnons de galère, il savait qu'il n'était pas le seul à être traité comme s'il sortait tout juste de la Crèche.

Mais. Il était Anakin Skywalker. Le Héros Sans Peur. Le pourfendeur de Dark Tyranus et Dark Sidious.

C'était complètement ridicule !

Aussi, après quelque jours à râler sombrement avec d'autres vétérans infantilisés, il demanda à voir le Conseil qui le reçut avec une rapidité louche. Clairement, ils s'étaient attendu à ce qu'il proteste.

Mais ils ne s'étaient certainement pas attendus à ce qu'il allait leur sortir.

Tout le monde, tout le monde oubliait qu'il avait été formé par Obi-Wan. Même Obi-Wan.

— Dans sa grande sagesse...

Même pas une pointe de sarcasme dans sa voix, il espérait vraiment qu'Obi-Wan était fier.

-- ...Le Conseil a décidé que les Jedi ayant été privés d'une année de missions en toute indépendance devraient l'effectuer, à dater du premier du mois prochain. Toutefois...

S'ils croyaient qu'il ne voyait pas leur sourire en coin...

— Ils ne sont pas les seuls à avoir été privé de cette expérience nécessaire à tout Jedi. Le chevalier Koestar, la chevalière An'ki, Maître Ost...

Il continua la liste des quatorze noms qu'il avait dénichés dans la base de données de l'Ordre après trois nuits blanches et une quantité de caf à en empoisonner un wookie. Et enfin...

— La chevalière Aïmetyo et... Maître Kenobi.

Et il le savait mieux que personne, il en était la raison. Obi-Wan l'avait pris comme padawan immédiatement et n'était jamais passé par cette étape initiatique.

-- Anakin, soupira l’interpellé en se pinçant le nez.

Le reste du Conseil le regardait avec une stupéfaction non dissimulée. Il les avait coincés, et ils le savaient. S'il y avait non pas un, mais plusieurs précédents, il n'y avait pas de raison qu'il ne puisse y avoir d'autres exceptions. Et Anakin avait toutes ses chances d'en être une.

— Une excellente remarque, déclara Maître Yoda à la surprise générale, y compris celle d'Anakin.

Il ne s'était pas attendu à ce que le Grand Maître soit le premier à céder, et si vite.

— En délibérer, le Conseil doit. À Maître Windu, la liste, remets.

Dérouté, Anakin s'exécuta, soutenant le regard exaspéré du Maître de l'Ordre.

Il sortit de la salle du Conseil avec un léger sentiment de malaise, le mit sur le compte de l'irritation d'Obi-Wan et se promit de l'inviter à dîner pour se faire pardonner, même s’il n'aurait pas dû en avoir besoin.

Il avait fait ça pour leur bien.

***

— Ce n'était pas du tout ce que je voulais, dit-il, horrifié, quelques heures plus tard.

Obi-Wan, avec un stoïcisme né de ses nombreuses années d'expérience, venait de lui montrer un ordre de mission qui faisait passer celle d'Anakin pour une tâche ardue.

Servir de témoin à l'inauguration du nouveau parc naturel maritime dédié à la paix de Champala ? On le prenait pour un padawan ?

— Ils ont complètement perdu la tête, ils ne peuvent pas se passer de toi en tant que conseiller, c'est n'importe...

— Oh, je ne quitte pas pour autant mon poste, répondit calmement Obi-Wan. Au contraire, je sers d'exemple aux autres Jedi, afin de prouver que le Conseil est juste. Merci, Anakin. Sincèrement.

— Obi-Wan...

— Sur ce, je vais te laisser.

— Où est ce que tu vas ?

— Quinlan et Luminara ont une bouteille de Danse-de-Feu antakarien qui porte mon nom. À demain.

Anakin faillit le rappeler, mais choisit sagement de le laisser partir.

Et peut-être qu’il irait voir ce que lui aussi avait de plus alcoolisé dans son placard.

[ltalaynareor]

Le cheval

Le soleil brillait haut dans le ciel de Jérusalem, illuminant les murs de la cité sainte et les dômes des églises. Baudouin se tenait sur les remparts du palais, regardant le paysage avec un mélange de fierté et de tristesse. Officiellement, il était guéri depuis plus d'un an, mais la lèpre avait ravagé son corps et son visage. Si Alix ne l'avait pas voulu, qu'elle femme décente l'aurait épousé ?

En parlant du loup, il aperçut sa femme, la belle et courageuse Alix de Tripoli, dans la cour du palais. Elle était enceinte de leur premier enfant, et malgré les risques et les dangers, elle semblait déterminée à monter à cheval pour une promenade dans la campagne. Le cœur de Baudouin se serra d'inquiétude. Il savait que les chevaux pouvaient être imprévisibles, surtout pour une femme enceinte.

Sans réfléchir, le roi descendit les escaliers en trombe et se précipita vers sa femme. "Alix, que fais-tu ?", appela-t-il, sa voix tremblante d'émotion. "Il est dangereux pour toi et pour le bébé de monter à cheval dans ton état."

Alix se tourna vers son mari, ses yeux brillants d'une détermination résolue. "Mon seigneur, je comprends tes inquiétudes, mais j'ai besoin de me sentir libre, de respirer l'air pur de la campagne. Je sais que je dois être prudente, mais je ne peux rester enfermée dans les murs du palais."

Baudouin prit la main de sa femme dans la sienne, ressentant la chaleur de sa peau sous ses doigts déformés par la maladie. "Je te comprends, ma chère Alix, mais je t'en prie, sois prudente. Je ne pourrais supporter de te perdre, toi ou notre enfant."

Alix sourit doucement à son mari. "Ne t'en fais pas, mon roi. Je resterai en sécurité, je te le promets." Elle posa sa main sur son ventre rond, ressentant les premiers mouvements de leur bébé. "Nous serons tous les deux bien, je te le jure."

Baudouin regarda sa femme avec amour et admiration, sachant qu'elle était aussi courageuse et déterminée que lui-même et il appela son écuyer pour qu'on lui prépare son cheval. Après tout, la journée s'annonçait magnifique et autant bien la commencer avec l'autre partie de son âme.

[amberjazmyn]

talk me down💔

pairing : charles leclerc x leclerc fem!reader & arthur leclerc x leclerc fem!reader

summary : anastasia leclerc has to be talked down from committing suicide after she struggles to come to terms with the death of their dad, herve. the person that talks her down is none other than her older brother, charles leclerc.

warnings : description and action of a suicide attempt, crying, yelling, swearing, older brother!charles, stopping someone from killing themself, mention of terminal illness, mention of herve leclerc's death

a/n : i do apologise that yet again it's a depressing one and one that's being recycled but ya girl is truly struggling and i just really want to get something out so here we go!

i'm too tried to go to bed, i'm too wired for anything except the crossfire in my head  

the entire leclerc family knew that something wasn't right with their youngest daughter and sister, anastasia. and they knew exactly what had caused it as well, they just didn't realise how bad it had actually gotten. it had only been a couple of months since the patriarch of the leclerc family, herve leclerc, had passed away due to a cancer battle that he had battled through for years. and anastasia had no idea how to handle it. after the funeral, anastasia felt as though she was running on autopilot.  she was way too tired to go to bed, too wired for anything except for the constant gunfire that went through her head every single second of every single day. all she wanted was to have her papa come home. this sudden loss had thrown her family dynamics so off-wack that she had no idea how anyone in her house was able to wake up every single morning and just continue as if nothing had happened. especially when it was considered that charles had the f2 feature race days later and yet still managed to win the race. and, one day, her brother noticed how far down his younger sister had fallen and tried to help her. 

"...anastasia, ça va bébé?" charles, anastasia's older brother's voice rang out from behind the brunette girl anastasia, are you okay babe? turning around, anastasia simply blinked at her brother, "hmm, désolé char, qu'as-tu dit?" for the first time basically since the funeral and his f2 feature race, the brother and sister actually looked at each other for more than a second or two, making proper eye contact with one another hmm, sorry char, what did you say? it wasn't until this moment when charles finally took a good proper look at his sister since it happened and his f2 feature face that the state of his sister was the same state of grief as him. charles wasn't the only one crying a lot. and it was this moment that anastasia also noticed that it wasn't just her that was crying every single day when she also took notice at her brother for more than a second. the both of them had been crying every day and not once did either of them realise it. and they didn't realise it because they never thought of the possibility of the other sibling even having the same understanding of the other sibling's pain and feelings. because charles and anastasia had completely different relationships with their beloved papa. as did the two other brothers, lorenzo and arthur. after some silence, charles spoke up again, "i was asking you if you were okay, ana. tu voles en pilote automatique depuis un petit moment et je me demandais si tu avais besoin de parler à quelqu'un," charles questioned which shocked the girl you've been flying on autopilot for a little bit and i was wondering if you needed someone to talk to not that charles was a crappy brother to his sister, usually he was just never this available to spend all the time in the world that he wished to with his family. and it was because he'd usually be going from country to country for formula two and in the upcoming months, formula one. but because of their family's beveravement, charles had been given permission, if he so chose to use it, to spend some time at home with his family. and after winning the feature race for f2, he decided to take some time away and spend it with his family. "that...that would be really nice actually, thanks charles," anastasia whispered, french seeming way too complicated for the girl to continue with as charles breathed out a sigh of relief  so, charles took his younger sister aside and they had a conversation. it involved tears, some laughter and every single memory the brother and sister could remember they had with their papa. 

"...anastasia, do you remember the time that papa tried to teach you how to drive the go-kart but couldn't get the kart's engine started to the point he picked it up and threw it because he got so mad?" charles giggled as anastasia nodded her head as she too started to laugh "oh...yeah, i remember that quite clearly. didn't maman get super mad at papa for it because he broke the kart and made you cry because of it?" anastasia giggled as she fiddled with the rings on her fingers

"haha, he actually didn't break it, mon ange. he did make me cry though because it was getting very loud because maman did get super mad at him for it though," charles chuckled, scratching an itch on his cheek as anastasia nodded her head, the memory slightly starting to come back

"ahh, okay, that makes sense. do you remember the time that papa freaked out when he realised he thought he had lost thuthur in the city square that he called the police and filed a missing person's report?" anastasia chuckled as charles' head flew back as he laughed as well, his head shaking

"umm, no? when did this happen?" charles chuckled as he looked shocked, how was he not told this story?

"oh, that's unfortunate because it was bloody hilarious! it must have been during a race day that was outside europe then since it was only like a couple of years ago. literally, papa had taken thuthur and i out for a nice little family day out whilst maman was working and enzo was with friends i think. and it was like in a span of three minutes that papa, myself and thuthur were walking all together and then when papa had called out for thuthur for what he wanted to eat, he didn't get a response back. and because he didn't get a response back, he freaked out and turned around to find that thuthur had just disappeared. i have to admit, it was quite frightening at the time because it was as though he had just vanished into thin air. of course, papa had made the two of us stop everything we were doing, which was what we wanted for lunch, to then begin searching the city square for thuthur. it was the second papa called for the police to file a missing person's report that i had found him...he had gotten distracted and walked into the lolly store that was out of the way near the cafe so of course, papa didn't see it. but yeah, that was the moment we thought we had lost thuthur," anastasia's chuckles faded as charles rolled his eyes with a smile on his face after some giggles, that was something that was very typical of their father

"wow, i cannot believe i missed that! i would have loved to have seen that," charles chuckled as anastasia nodded her head in agreement and she quickly looked out of her bedroom windows to notice that it had gotten quite late in the night 

charles had also noticed how late it had gotten. he slowly got up from his spot on his sister's bed and decided it was time to let his sister try to get some sleep and for him to get some as well. 

"it's getting late and it's been a long night. bonsoir anastasia, j'ai vraiment apprécié cette conversation et j'espère que vous aussi. je t'aime bébé," charles whispered, giving a quick kiss to his sister who smiled softly back goodnight anastasia, i really appreciated this chat and i hope you did too. i love you babe

"goodnight charles, i appreciated this chat as well, it was really well-needed.je t'aime aussi, charlie," anastasia whispered back, accepting the kiss from her brother before she waved him out of her room and closed the door behind him i love you too, charlie

then, finally, she released the breath she had been keeping inside of her for what felt like an eternity. 

it's been a long night, cause i took all i can take, 'til the walls shook and the windows break. it seemed as though charles' conversation with his sister anastasia worked. it seemed as though she was really engaged in the conversation of remembering their father and all the fun times they had. however, it had truly been a long night for anastasia, taking all she could until the walls in her head shook and the windows broke. charles left his sister alone, retreating back to his childhood room, thinking he had possibly saved her, yet, he didn't think to check again after that night and he fell asleep. sure, he had a tight feeling in his chest but, he'd had that feeling since the day their papa died so by this point, charles was used to that pain. managing to get up and get on with it every passing day because, if he didn't do that, he would never be able to do it again. and he didn't want that. he had to be strong since he was the second eldest of enzo, himself, anastasia and arthur. he had to be the example for his younger sister and younger brother and also be brave and take care of their mother who had lost the love of her life. 

anastasia really wasn't coping well at all. i mean, who could blame the young girl, she had truly thought that her papa was invincible, i mean, what young child doesn't? she thought her papa was recovering better and that his cancer treatment was working. why didn't it work? why didn't that treatment keep her dad alive? it was supposed to keep him alive so why didn't it? 

anastasia was suddenly conflicted with emotions and started to become mad. woah. that's scary, she wasn't one to get mad nor was she one to run down the stairs to the beer fridge. grabbing her phone from the table with a beer in her hand, her hand hovered over one specific person in her phone contacts.  i want to phone you but it's far too late, it's been a long night

her finger was hovering over her papa's contact, wanting to phone him but she couldn't. she knew she couldn't. she had waited too late. anastasia wasn't at the monaco hospital when her papa passed away peacefully in the arms of his wife, pascale, their mother. the reason why anastasia wasn't at the hospital was that she wasn't even in monaco, let alone monte-carlo. she was in hawaii for college and got the unfortunate call that their father had died a few hours later. 

why didn't anastasia call him that very same day? she would have had the chance to hear her papa's voice one last time. she would have had the chance to say that she loved her papa one last time. she would have had the chance to say all that she wanted to say before she got the call from charles that changed the course of the rest of her life as she knew it. the news that caused anastasia's and the family's world to be halted to the roughest stop ever.  cha-cha

"anastasia leclerc, décroche ce putain de téléphone, je le jure devant dieu…" anastasia leclerc, pick up the fucking phone i swear to god

"...charlie? pourquoi diable tu m'appelles ? je suis en classe à l'université en ce moment!" charlie? why in the living fuck are you calling me? i'm in class at college right now

"tu… tu ne sais pas, alors, n'est-ce pas?" you...you don't know then do you?

"tu sais quoi, charlie ? qu'est-ce qui ne va pas? est-ce que papa va bien?" know what, charlie? what's wrong? is dad okay?

"alors…donc tu n'as vraiment aucune idée de ce qui s'est passé, ana?" so...so you really have no idea what's happened then, ana?

"charles marc hervé perceval leclerc, qu'est-ce qui se passe ? arthur est paniqué et essaie de me joindre, maman et enzo ont aussi essayé mais évidemment je n'ai pas répondu parce que je suis en classe. mais clairement, ce n'est pas quelque chose de bon, alors que s'est-il passé?" charles marc herve perceval leclerc, what the fuck is going on? arthur's in a panic trying to get a hold of me, mum and enzo also tried but obviously i didn't respond because i'm in class. but clearly it isn't something good so, what's happened?

"papa est parti, anastasia…" dad's gone, anastasia

"il est parti? que veux-tu dire par parti, charles ? a-t-il aimé s'enfuir? il ne peut pas courir, il est…" he's gone? what do you mean about gone, charles? has he like, run away? he can't run he's--

"--non, pas comme ça! anastasia, papa est mort…" no, not like that! anastasia, dad's dead

"papa…papa est mort? charlie, tu dois plaisanter? je ne suis littéralement même pas à la maison et il est juste mort? pourquoi ne m'a-t-il pas appelé ? pourquoi je ne l'ai pas appelé? comment? je…je ne peux pas quitter l'école, Charlie!" dad...dad's dead? charlie, you have to be joking? i'm literally not even home and he's just dead? why didn't he ring me? why didn't i ring him? how? i...i can't just leave school, charlie!

"je sais que ce n'est pas idéal, ana mais oui, tu peux quitter l'école. enzo a atterri il y a quelques heures et est maintenant en route. l'école a déjà été prévenue, quelques instants avant que je t'appelle." i know it's not ideal, ana but yes, you can leave school. enzo landed hours ago and is now on his way. the school has been told already, just moments before i called you

"mais attends, où es-tu alors charlie? est-ce qu'enzo sait au moins où se trouve mon dortoir spécifique?" but wait, where are you then charlie? does enzo even know where my specific dorm is?

"je suis avec maman à la maison, nous passons tous les appels téléphoniques et tout le reste. et oui, enzo connaît petit, il est plutôt confiant et il prendra le meilleur soin de toi, bien sûr qu'il le fera, il l'a promis et moi aussi!" i'm with mum back home, we're doing all the phone calls and everything else. and yes, enzo knows little one, he's pretty confident and he'll take the best care of you, of course he will, he promised and so do i!

"je sais qu'enzo prendra soin de moi, charlie. et c'est bien que tu sois à la maison avec maman et arthur mais est-ce qu'ils vont bien? et ça va, charlie?" i know enzo will take care of me, charlie. and that's good that you're home with mum and arthur but are they okay? and are you okay, charlie?

"moi non plus. maman est détruite, mon petit, elle l'a tenu pendant qu'il mourait, arthur est détruit aussi. et honnêtement, je ne sais pas mais je pense que je me sentirai mieux quand toi et enzo serez à la maison" i don't either. mum's destroyed, little one, she held him as he died, arthur's wrecked as well. and quite honestly, i don't know but i think i'll feel better when you and enzo are home

"ok, je te verrai bientôt alors ? je t'aime charlie, prends soin de maman et thuthur s'il te plaît" okay, i'll see you soon then? i love you charlie, take care of mum and thuthur please

"tu le feras et je t'aime aussi anastasia. et ne t'inquiète pas, je le ferai et toi et enzo prenez soin l'un de l'autre aussi, s'il vous plaît" you will and i love you too anastasia. and don't worry, i will and you and enzo take care of each other too, please

"nous le ferons charlie. je t'aime, au revoir" we will charlie. i love you, bye

"au revoir" bye

however, she didn't care. even after that flashback. at this point, she was raging and she just wanted to see what would happen if she did ring her papa's number. would it still be connected to him? would the number now be someone else's? would that potential person pick up the phone? what would happen if anastasia just, rings her papa's phone number? 

so she did.  papa

"...hey papa, it...it's anastasia. i know this is weird but i--" 

"--i'm-i'm sorry, but who is this?" 

anastasia froze at the strange female voice on the other end of the phone. that wasn't her papa's voice at all, not even her papa's voicemail voice that included her maman's interruption. it was a young girl, she sounded like she was maybe a year or two older than anastasia herself. and the girl sounded like she had a slight southern italian accent throughout her english speech. her beloved papa's number was no longer connected to her papa.  even more frustrated and upset, anastasia screamed out, shockingly not alerting anyone else in her family and threw her phone to the floor after hanging up the stranger's voice on the other end. before she fully left her phone to charge as she walked back up to her bedroom, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small text from who she assumed was the young girl who had been given her papa's old phone number.  papa

i don't know who this is or what it is you're going through but, if you ever need someone to chat with, about anything, you can talk to me. i was given this new number because my old one got hacked by a crazy ex-boyfriend of mine. we don't even need to exchange names, we can just talk and remain strangers. i do hope you're okay and, i'm sorry that i wasn't your papa on the other end of the phone

so talk me down, talk me down, talk me down, talk me down

shortly after that phone situation, anastasia found her way back to her room and found herself falling asleep even though she would never be able to explain how. she didn't even remember changing into her pyjamas or how she slid herself into her bed. but, the next day she woke up, she had indeed gotten herself out of her clothes from the previous day and got herself into her pyjamas and then into the covers of her bed before falling asleep.  however, it was this day that the straw broke the camel's back and she couldn't deal with feeling this continuous grief all the time, every single day. she hated that she was still alive but her beloved papa wasn't. so, late at night, she decided that she'd drive to a bridge, wearing nothing but a crop top and her fluffy pyjama pants and a pair of socks.  cause we fought an endless war, 'til we forget what we were fighting for, now, we can't stop, but we can withdraw in the long night  the whole family saw what their papa and husband's cancer did to the family. they were always a strong, close-knit family but the strain it put on the family was still apparent. hence why no one seemed to notice that anastasia had gone out into the night to clearly end her life because she thought she couldn't do it without her papa alive.  as tears streamed down the young leclerc's face, the wind blowing through her hair and her face, she just sat on top of the bridge that overlooked the whole of monaco, her legs swinging against the side of the bridge that she sat on. with her phone in her hand, she contemplated ringing the number of the girl that was now connected to her papa's old number. but then, she knew she'd be told to get off the bridge and call for an ambulance. and she didn't want that, anastasia didn't want to be talked down, not really. if anything, she just wanted to have the feeling of being suicidal, to her, feeling this amount of grief was a whole new experience to her. it scared her that she was feeling this way every single day since losing her papa.   suddenly, the funeral for her papa went through her mind. she remembered that day as though it was yesterday.  anastasia sat in the front pew at a cathedral in monaco, her older brother charles on one side of her and their younger brother arthur on the other,lorenzo and pascale, on the other side of charles. she felt like she couldn't breathe, her chest felt heavy and she felt like she needed an escape route. she couldn't stay here. her heart was racing, her entire body was trembling. everyone's eyes and even some cameras outside of the church were on her and the rest of her family. she needed an out but she couldn't find one. 

charles' hand then left hers as he had gone up to the altar to say his eulogy whilst a photo slideshow of herve and his life played in the background. charles had barely started his eulogy when tears started, in a smart move, lorenzo had decided to go up alongside his younger brother to help him. and it truly was a good move because it didn't take long for the second eldest to get emotional and be in need of comfort. and it was at this point that anastasia really couldn't stay in this cathedral any longer. she couldn't deal with seeing her brother so uspet. so, she left, she got up and she left, her hand that was gripping arthur's left his grip and she left. she could tell this would break the hearts of her family, especially her maman's and charles' hearts. but, she just couldn't stomach staying in that goddamn church as she watched people she didn't even know cry and pay their respects to the man she and her brothers had known their whole lives.

it felt like an eternity when people started to filter out of the church and past the leclerc girl. giving her hugs and their condolences, she thanked each of them, some of the drivers that charles drove alongside even attending as they paid their respects as some of the very last people to leave the church. by the time the majority of the people had filtered out, there was only one person left that was obvious to anastasia that she hadn't yet seen leave. it was charles. taking a big breath in, anastasia pushed the church door open, closing it behind her and walked back to the front of the huge and holy place that had just held her papa's funeral where her brother was sitting down. his brown hair looked like a messy birds nest and as though it had been hiding away in someone's shoulder as he cried or as though he hadn't had any energy to properly style it for the funeral service at all.

softly tapping her brother's shoulder, anastasia squished to sit down next to her brother, "isn't maman waiting for you?" anastasia whispered, her voice hoarse from the crying she had spent doing in the foyer of the church privately 

charles cleared his throat, "no, she-uh, she's helping take care of thuthur alongside enzo..." charles trailed off as anastasia nodded her head

"...ahh, okay..." the brother and sister couldn't think of anything else to say since anastasia did get up and leave during charles' eulogy, though she could still hear it and, truthfully, it was the best part of the entire service

but unfortunately though, the moment anastasia did decide to get up and leave, charles managed to compose himself to look up from the floor to look at his younger sister, only to see that the very sister had up and left. anastasia knew that when charles saw that, it would have increased his grief because she had promised him that she'd be right there for him if he needed someone to focus on rather than their more than distraught mother and younger brother arthur. and, when he did look up to take comfort in his sister, she was gone but he could hear her close the door at the end of the middle aisle of the cathedral, where she had exited. 

after a few more beats of silence between the brother and sister, anastasia's shaky right hand slid across to charles' left hand. touching her brother's hand softly, she signalled to her brother that she needed his comfort and grabbed ahold of his hand. charles' heart broke and more tears that he had successfully fought off slipped down his cheeks as he immediately gripped his little sister's hand.

"charlie...i miss papa..." anastasia whimpered as charles tightened his grip on his little sister's hand

"...i miss him too, petit" charles sniffled as he then pulled his sister in for a hug and they both cried

they cried for as long as they needed to before they picked themselves up and walked out of the cathedral together.

so talk me down, talk me down, talk me down, talk me down. 

tears continued to stream down anastasia's face as she stood up on the bridge and looked down to the river and its lower floor embankment below her. she was just itching to slip and fall down. itching to just completely disintegrate and be killed instantly. she even imagined some nights that she did fall and stay asleep, of how her body would look if she did jump off of a bridge or off a hotel roof. or even the roof of her own family home that the family had been staying in since the death of their father. 

it sort of appealed to her, falling off of a building and having her body decapitated and all smashed up and bloody against the floor below. but then, she thought of the people she'd be leaving behind in the same way her papa left everyone behind. even then, she remembered that it wasn't necessarily her father's fault that he had left everyone behind. herve didn't want to die, not that she thought. her papa had no choice, his cancer had taken so much from his life that, he had no more fight left in him anymore. he was even too ill to fly over to watch charles' f2 races. but, anastasia did have a choice. and does her choice to kill herself align with her papa's death not being his choice? it didn't but, anastasia didn't think that logically. she didn't want to think logically. 

so, just as she went to jump off, she slipped and tried to grab the closest thing to her. which, strangely enough, was a broken piece of a community bench. it steadied her and stopped her from falling or anything but, she then had the thought of having a "test throw" before she would throw herself off to see what it would look like. so she did just that, throwing the piece of broken community bench off the bridge, she watched as it hit the side of the second-level embankment before it broke into teeny tiny little pieces as it then splattered into the ever so shallow river waters below. 

her eyes widened in excitement as she watched how the already broken community bench broke even more and into tinier pieces than it was before. she loved how the bench broke as it hit the edge of the embankment and then the shallow waters below that. 

she was moments from jumping and hoping for her body to end up in the same teeny tiny pieces that the community bench had been when all of a sudden, she slipped and just before she blacked out, she heard the one voice that she was hoping she wouldn't hear during her suicide attempt. charles had found her and had called the emergency services for an ambulance to take his little sister to the hospital, worried that she was going to commit suicide. and, wasn't he grateful that he actually didn't completely ignore that god-awful feeling in his chest and actually listened to it? 

the light flashed and i thought i'd died, my life passed before my eyes, it went too fast for the love i feel inside. 

charles had never been more grateful in his life until this moment where he managed getting to that goddamn bridge on time. before his sister had seriously decided to jump off of it. whilst it horrified him when she tripped and fell, hitting her head, he was just grateful he wouldn't have to see her dead and decapitated on the bottom of the bridge's embankment near the river's edge. in which he could then see the even more broken community bench that she had thrown over the edge moments before she went to throw her own self off. anastasia had concussed herself due to the fall and blacked out because when she did trip and fall, she had fallen off the first level of the bridge and onto the embankment hitting her head, cracking it open. she was so very lucky that charles had even called for the ambulance and had gone out to look for her otherwise she wouldn't be in this ambulance on the way to the princess grace hospital and it's high-rish mental health facility since it was clear that she had just attempted to kill herself.

it seemed as though anastasia's life had flashed right before her eyes. in a bright light as she blacked out after she had fallen. it had gone too fast for the love she still felt inside of her body. maybe she actually didn't want to die. maybe she just wanted to feel something. maybe she just wanted to for once, just give in to those thoughts she had been having about actually hurting herself. and she did feel something and it scared her. she never wanted to feel like this again. so, in hindsight, she was going to forever be indebted to charles for realising that she was missing and going out to look for her as well as calling an ambulance for her.  "...come on mon petit ange my little angel, we're nearly at the hospital, it's going to be okay," anastasia could just faintly hear the voice and she smiled, knowing that charles hadn't left her and was in the ambulance with her  holding his sister's hand the same way he did at their papa's funeral, charles only hoped that their papa wouldn't let anastasia stay up there. wherever he was, with him when she was still needed with charles and the rest of the family. anastasia was way too young to be taken away in this way, especially because she was struggling with the loss of their papa. all she needed was help and some clarity. she didn't need to jump off a bridge to see her papa again or to be happy again. she needed to stay alive to be happy. she needed to be talked down. 

so talk me down, talk me down, talk me down, talk me down anastasia couldn't bear to face anyone who decided to show face in her hospital room as she had been put on mental health watch for 72 hours. she was so ashamed that she even attempted to kill herself and only ended up stupidly tripping over and hitting her head. how pathetic was that? she couldn't even kill herself properly. so how on earth could she look in the eyes of the people she loved and cared about and who loved and cared about her? she just simply didn't. that was until charles had come in and gently forced her to talk to him. 

"...anastasia, i know you're not sleeping, mon ange. stop pretending and talk to me," charles spoke up, sitting in the seat that was situated next to his sister's bed not pleased with the fact that she was trying to pretend to be asleep

anastasia groaned, knowing charles wouldn't allow it and, she turned back around to face her brother, "what do we talk about, charlie? what i did is unacceptable and it's unbelievably stupid so, just tell me off for being a fucking idiot and leave me alone, alright?!" the girl slightly raised her voice as charles softly breathed out and shook his head, reaching out for his sister's hand 

"i'm not going to call you a fucking idiot or leave you alone, alright? because that's not my job to tell you that or to leave you when you're this vulnerable! the reason you did what you did was because you didn't know what else to do and, in that moment, that's the thing you thought was the correct thing to do. sure, i'm glad you tripped and got concussed because, it means i didn't have to watch my little sister fall an extra level and either drown herself in the river or watch you bleed to death in that water. but i am upset that it even had to come to this with you in the hospital," charles explained as anastasia's entire face and body relaxed as she made eye contact with her brother, sure, she was sure she looked like hell but, so did charles

"you are? you're actually glad that i'm...still here?" anastasia trailed off as charles looked at his sister as though she had five heads

"now you're being a fucking idiot *tearful laughter* what a stupid question that is, anastasia! of course i'm glad that you're still here! you're my little sister, there is no way that i'd not want you here," charles smiled as anastasia nodded her head, starting to believe her older brother piece by piece 

"i'm glad i'm here as well," anastasia whispered as she scooched closer to her older brother who smiled at her

down, down, down

anastasia felt like she was falling down and wouldn't ever be able to land on solid ground. her mind was a mess and she thought she'd never be able to unravel the mess that was her mind. she was falling, not like the epic falls from buildings like in the movies, she was falling like she was slipping and falling to her death. 

every time she closed her eyes, she'd have the same nightmare every single time. and that was her slipping off the bridge, completely missing the embankment where she actually landed and fell the full three storeys and died as she bled to death on the wet ground of the river below her. and usually in this nightmare, she'd be met with complete darkness, however this time, she was met with a white light that nearly blinded her when she stood up, only to see a figure standing still. 

confused, anastasia stood up and, with her hand covering her face, she moved towards the figure of whom was being almost covered by the light making the figure hard to make out who it was to the young leclerc.

"...hello? who are you?" anastasia questioned worriedly as she moved closer with hesitance to the figure in front of her 

the person then turned around and anastasia nearly fell to the ground. tears welled in her eyes and a smile formed on her face. the person was her father, herve leclerc. and he looked healthy. he didn't look sick at all.

"papa?" anastasia whimpered, the biggest smile on her face as the figure nodded their head, confirming to her that it was indeed her father in front of her 

"oui, anastasia, it's me, your papa," herve responded as anastasia ran over, her hand moving away from her face and in front of her as she opened her arms to hug him 

"papa!" anastasia squealed as she ran to the figure that was surprisingly solid and she could actually hug, it wasn't just a bright light hologram situation 

"hello mon petit ange, what are you doing here? you're too young to be here with me," herve scolded towards the end, a crinkled face in conjunction with his statement as anastasia turned her face to the ground 

"i...i'm sorry papa, i just, i didn't want to survive another day without you in it. i didn't know how to live without you which sounds stupid because maman's doing brilliantly, as are enzo, charlie and thuthur but, i just, i--" cutting off his daughter, herve smiled and shook his head before speaking up 

"--stop anastasia, i'm not mad nor am i disappointed. as charles explained earlier, you were only doing what you thought was the right thing to do. you thought jumping off of that bridge was the smartest idea because that's what you were being told it was. you're grieving, darling girl and it's okay to cry and feel down. but it is okay to ask your family for help. you are so lucky that charles noticed something wasn't right and noticed you had run off and went off to find you and then called the ambulance. and you are just as lucky that even though you did trip and concuss yourself, cutting your head open, you are lucky you survived and didn't fall any further than that second-level embankment. if charles and that ambulance came seconds too late, you may have just tried to get up on your own and then stumbled and fallen again due to your concussion and then, who knows. you may have fallen into that river down below and just imagine what that would have looked like for charles and those paramedics that were just seconds too late... i know i'm so glad that your brother and those paramedics weren't any later than they needed to be because i don't want to see any of my children up here with me until you guys are either my age or older, okay?" herve explained as anastasia nodded her head and realised just how lucky she truly was to have survived her suicide attempt

"okay, you won't see me again after this encounter, i promise!" anastasia joked as herve laughed as he nodded his head 

"that's good because you aren't sick like i was, darling. you are perfectly healthy and you have so much more life to give and to live for. whereas i had lived the majority of my life, i got married to the love of my life and i helped give your mother the best gifts we could have ever created and that was our children," herve smiled, holding his daughter's hand as anastasia nodded her head and smiled 

the father and daughter spent more precious time together before her father's light began to dim, causing anastasia to freak out. 

"papa what...what's going on? your light, it-it's fading!" anastasia squealed as herve chuckled as he took a breath in before speaking up again 

"it means my designated time with you is almost over and i'll be required to go back," herve smiled softly as anastasia tilted her head 

"and i'll have to wake up again?" anastasia muttered as herve nodded his head 

"yes mon petit ange, you'll have to wake up again because there are people that charles' invited in to see you who have been, no pun intended, dying to see you," herve and his daughter chuckled as the girl nodded her head in sadness 

"well, can i just ask you one last question before you leave then, papa?" anastasia questioned as she noticed the light was fading even quicker now as herve nodded his head 

"of course, you can mon ange, ask away," herve smiled as tears welled in his daughter's eyes 

"please keep us all safe? especially charlie and thuthur when they're racing. it's so scary and i don't want them to get hurt. please, watch over them..." anastasia cried as herve smiled sweetly and nodded his head 

"of course, i can mon petit. it's always been my job to make sure you kids were safe. i'm everywhere mi amor, i promise. i love you mon petit but, i have to go now. i'll see you soon..." herve trailed off as he faded away and anastasia wished she had five more minutes but was grateful she even had this opportunity 

"...i love you more, papa..." anastasia trailed off with a smile and tears down her cheeks as she waved off the light that was now gone 

"...anastasia, thuthur, max and pierre have visited, do they have permission to come in?" anastasia smiled as she woke up to see charles in front of her

nodding her head and sitting up in her bed, anastasia was grateful that her papa was correct in who had come in to visit her, "of course they have permission, charlie, it's not like they aren't strangers to me!" anastasia giggled which shocked charles, whatever that dream was that she just woke up from seemed to do something to his sister and it worked 

"okay, i was just asking to make sure," charles laughed as he opened the door to let in arthur, max and pierre

full of excitement, she managed to have enough strength to hold her arms up and hug all three teenagers. whereas the first and second days, since it was finally her last day in hospital before being discharged, she was in too much pain mixed with way too much pain medication making her unable to even hold her arms up properly.

"hello, little leclerc!" pierre cheered as he hugged the girl as anastasia chuckled at his excitement 

"hello, gasly!" anastasia teased as they released out of the hug as she then hugged arthur

arthur smiled and gave his older sister a much less gentle hug before max, similar to pierre, attacked anastasia. laughter then filled the leclerc girl's hospital room as the five just hung out together and just talked about things. 

max then asked the one question that was on everyone's lips, "...anastasia, in all seriousness, how are you feeling?" anastasia smiled with sincerity before responding 

"i'm doing a lot better, max, thanks for asking," anastasia responded with truth as that seemed to really take the lads, all four of them, by surprise 

"seriously?" charles questioned, wanting to make sure his sister wasn't putting an act up in front of their younger brother and best friends as anastasia smiled 

"i'm the most serious i've ever been in my life, charlie, i'm actually doing so much better than i was two days ago," anastasia smiled and it only seemed as though charles couldn't do anything else but believe his sister 

"that's amazing to hear, anastasia. it truly is, you deserve to be happy forever," charles whispered at the end as anastasia nodded her head 

"i know i do, that's why i stayed," anastasia smiled as she reached for her brother's hand, squeezing it when he had grabbed it 

"we're glad you stayed, all of us," arthur then spoke up as anastasia smiled over at her two brothers, pierre and max 

anastasia couldn't find anything else to say since the lads just seemed to take over for the whole time. however, it suddenly became the time that anastasia would be discharged from the hospital and allowed to go back home. so, after getting signed out by herself and charles, since he was the one to take her back home to their family home to the rest of the family, they then left. the other three lads, arthur, max and pierre, leaving an hour beforehand. 

lay your head near mine, tell me that it's all fine, love me while there's still time.  by the time the leclerc siblings returned home, it was so late at night and the only ones awake in the house that, they decided to waddle over to the couch that still had pillows and blankets all strewn over it. which showed that there was some sort of family movie night and situated themselves comfortably before turning on the tv for themselves. 

letting his sister pick the movie herself, charles sighed with contentment as he messaged maman, letting her know that both he and anastasia had returned home safely. when anastasia had finally found the perfect movie for them to watch, she sat down next to charles. 

however, she was worried she had sat way too close. so, she started to slightly move away, thinking he may need space from her. especially when it was considered that he had just spent the last seventy-two hours in the teeny hospital room with her that he may need his own space. however, charles didn't even dare let his sister move that far away from him before he pulled her closer to him.

"...what are you doing, charlie? don't you need some space?" anastasia squealed out, hoping that she didn't just wake up the entire house as charles chuckled 

shaking his head, charles spoke up, "absolutely not anastasia. lay your head near mine, it's been a long night and whilst you're out of the hospital, you still need to rest and i'd rather you fall asleep on me then on the couch," charles explained, patting his shoulder or his lap as the two places for kayeleigh to choose to fall asleep on, knowing that they'd fall asleep doing the movie and not make it upstairs to their rooms in time 

anastasia smiled at her brother as she chose her brother's lap as she then stretched herself out along the couch and snuggled close as the movie started to play in front of her. charles smiled as well as he held his sister close to him, his sister that was alive and was never going to hurt herself ever again. because this time, she knew she could ask for help anytime she felt upset over the death of their papa. knowing that she had more places to turn to rather than running to that bridge, she felt content as the fun, eccentric and colourful movie that would have for sure been a movie that their papa would have made the siblings watch as children played in front of her. 

it's been a long night. 

fin

rewriting this and reworking this for charles was so insane but i am so glad it is finally finished because i legit forgot about it so my bad homies! did not mean to forget about this rewrite but i'm just glad i thought to even go into my drafts and see what was in there because i'm glad to finally have this out. even though it seems like i'm targeting poor charles recently now that i have a new sad charles request come in that i'll start writing soon but, i'm not meaning to! but in saying that, if anyone has a request for the drivers that only have like one or two one-shots, maybe request for them because i legit don't know what to do for them lol! ok bye, i love you and now i gotta go to bed cause i have an early start tomorrow!!

[valentine1994]

Je suis du genre à tout garder en moi jusqu'à ce que ça explose, mais quand ça explose ça peut être n'importe où, comme hier dans le métro. Je me suis mise à pleurer de désespoir sans vraiment savoir pourquoi, mon corps tout entier a eu besoin de tout lâcher, là comme comme ça à 11h30. Heureusement que j'avais volé 30 serviettes en papier en m'achetant un sandwich plus tôt au café de la fac, j'essayais de sécher les larmes dès qu'elles sortaient mais c'était sans compter les petit sanglots, comme si toute la douleur du monde sortait de moi, là, sur la ligne rouge du métro. Et puis il y avait une maman qui faisait des petits câlins à son bébé à côté de moi et ça a pas rendu les choses plus facile. Ça fait 3 ans maintenant et je me demande parfois comment ça se serait passé pour moi. Au début j'ai eu peur d'être en train de faire quelque chose de mal, il faut être un minimum pudique dans le métro. Mais en Suède les gens se calculent pas, ou c'est peut-être le fait de vivre dans une capitale.

[sabinerondissime]

Ma meilleure amie s'appelle Sandra. On s'est connus au jardin public en promenant nos bébés respectifs, il y aura 34 ans dans quelques semaines. Il n'y a jamais eu la moindre dispute entre nous. Et même si je vis loin depuis très longtemps, le lien est toujours resté le même. Elle est ma sœur de cœur, celle qui ne m'a jamais trahi, jamais blessé et qui a toujours été là quand j'ai eu besoin d'elle. C'est un trésor d'avoir une véritable meilleure amie dans sa vie.

[littlefrenchsims]

Cela fait un petit moment que je n'ai rien écris..

Le stress de la vie s'est apaisé . La routine est installé, Robyn a maintenant 9 mois , sa cinquième dents est en train de sortir et la sixième ne va pas tarder. Elle est très énergique, elle aime danser , crier . Les nuits sont bonne , la majorité du temps elle dort toute la nuit .

Pour Maribel , elle grandit à une grande vitesse . En ce moment elle ne veut plus aller à l'école, sans doute une phase, elle veut rester à la maison pour jouer. Elle dort bien, elle a également eu une phase moins sage , toujours à chercher le conflit, ne pas écouter, ne pas obéir mais c'est fini.

Pour Batman et moi , ça va également, les soucis de la vie sont terminé. Nous sommes plus sereins , des petites disputes pour des broutilles comme tous les couples. Mais nous profitons un maximum l'un de l'autre. Le printemps arrivent , nous avons hâte d'être dans le jardins et de faire des balades ensemble et avec les enfants aussi .

Nous parlons mariage également, un petit mariage , pas de fleuritures , pas de salle énorme, juste de l'amour sincère et simple .

Pour moi , ça va , je ne travail pas en ce moment malheureusement . Douleurs au genou , j'ai consulté les médecins et un chirurgien, j'ai plusieurs médicament à prendre mais si tout ce passe bien dans un mois c'est fini et je n'aurais pas besoin d'une opération. La douleur a été vraiment difficile à supporter , marcher , monter les escaliers , porter le bébé, conduire à l'école, tout ça été vraiment compliquer . Mais niveau morale aussi, j'ai mal vécu le fait d'être réduite, de me sentir comme un poids pour ma famille, pour mon chéri. J'ai garder ça en moi , j'avais honte de tout ça. Mais je soigne mon genou, ça va passer et je pourrais de nouveau promener marcher faire du vélo, vivre .

Notre maison est toujours emplie d'amour et c'est tout ce qui compte pour nous .

June

letter from June

[chifourmi]

Le truc bien stéréotypé que les garçons font tout le temps et qui t'exaspère. La même question pour les filles.

Pour les hommes :

Sur Tinder, les mecs mettent presque TOUS une photo d'eux avec un animal ou juste une photo d'un animal. Ils croient trop que ça va changer quelque chose?? Parce qu'on est des êtres sensibles et fragiles qui craquont forcément devant un homme et un animal ou un homme et un bébé bien-sûr!!!

Je déteste quand ils disent qu'un truc est trop "girly", comme si les choses "pour les filles" étaient honteuses. Plus généralement, je n'aime pas quand ils ne sont pas à l'aise dans leur masculinité et qu'ils ne veulent pas faire quelque chose sous prétexte que c'est "pour les filles". Ils croient qu'ils perdront leur virilité alors qu'un mec à l'aise qui s'en fout complètement est ce qu'il y a de plus sexy, je trouve.

J'ai horreur du mansplaining omg. Quand ils m'en font, j'aime bien rajouter des infos pour montrer que je maîtrise très bien le sujet EN FAIT et que j'ai pas besoin qu'ils m'expliquent. Après, il faut savoir dissocier le gars qui veut juste t'expliquer un sujet qu'il aime sans aucune condescendance et le gars qui fait vraiment du mansplaining. Fin en général ça se voit facilement.

Pour les femmes :

J'ai trop du mal quand j'ai l'impression que les femmes recherchent la validation masculine. Et en même temps je ne peux pas leur en vouloir parce qu'on passe toutes par là. La société donne une mauvaise image de la femme et une bonne image de l'homme donc, à moins d'être déconstruite dès la naissance, on a toutes déjà cherché à être validée par les hommes, non? Ce qui me fait chier c'est que ça amène des rivalités entre les femmes, genre "moi je ne suis pas comme elles, je suis différente". J'avais une amie qui me rabaissait constamment en présence des mecs par exemple!!

(Je suis sûre que j'ai oublié pleins de choses pour les 2 mais c'est surtout ça qui m'est venu, là)