#but if you want to convince me that charles was wrong- don't even try

[vanishingcherry]

MARRY ME?

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of jules bianchi and herve leclerc, google translated french, marriage and proposals (self explanatory)

summary: the 4 times charles has asked you to marry him and the one time you said yes

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── 6 years old

Your parents had brought you to a wedding.

Your mother was the bride's closest friend, meaning you had the honour of being the flower girl. The ceremony itself was short and sweet, you watched the bride in awe, in love with her dress.

Not too long later, you were joined by a young boy your age. He was the ring bearer, also watching as the ceremony came to a close.

As the newly married couple walks out together, the boy turns to you.

"We should get married too" He suggests.

"What?" you ask, eyebrows furrowing in surprise. "I don't even know your name"

"C'est Charles. Et toi?" it's charles, and you?

"Y/N."

"Ok so now we can get married, yes? It will be fun."

"Je ne sais pas Charles, i dont know, I need to ask mummy first." You reply. On the outside you were trying to act as normal as possible, but on the inside, you kind of wanted it to happen.

To be fair, why wouldn't you want to wear a pretty dress and get some pretty flowers. You could picture it now, walking down the aisle with a bouquet in your hand and a sparkling dress with thousands of glittery sequins.

It was settled then. If she said yes, you would get married. It would be perfect. Grabbing Charles's hand, you scan the room for your mother, spotting her at the main table, awaiting the arrival of the bride and groom.

Running up to her, you tug at her dress with your hand, still holding Charles's in the other. She looks down.

"Mummy he asked me to marry him." You say in excitement, raising the hand that was entwined with Charles's.

Everyone at the table laughs at that, and you frown in response, not understanding what was wrong. Your mother, stifling a laugh herself, replies, "And what did you say?"

"That I had to ask you first. Is it okay if I marry him mummy?"

"Hmm are you sure you're not a little too young?"

"But i'm 6 years old. That is an entire hand plus 1". Adamant to get a pretty dress, you press on. Charles is still holding your hand, standing behind you patiently. He didn't want to say anything that would ruin his chances.

His mother had explained to him a few days ago why weddings happened. She had said that he would know when he met the person he wanted to marry, that she would be beautiful and kind and the best person in the world.

Pascale had explained to Charles that day that if he loved the girl, then everything would be alright, and they would be together forever. Upon meeting Y/N, he knew that she was his forever, it was just incredibly unfortunate that her mother seemed to think 6 was too young when it was obviously the perfect age.

You were still trying to convince your mother that it was perfect, everything was already set up and you were sure the bride wouldn't mind if you got married too.

"How about this", she suggests, "what if you and Charles get married when you are 25?"

"25!" You're shocked, 25 seemed so far away.

"I think 25 is the perfect age, yes? Both of you will be old enough then."

Knowing it was the best deal you would get, you agreed. Leading Charles away, you told him what your mother and you had compromised on. He seemed slightly disappointed at the news, but figured it would be okay, it was only 19 years after all.

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise."

Unbeknownst to you, your mothers were exchanging numbers at the table, knowing it would be impossible to keep you two apart after today.

── 17 years old

Charles had gotten into Formula 1.

Not too long after winning the F2 Championship, Charles had started getting calls. He was almost always on the phone with his manager, before finally announcing that he signed with Sauber. Years of hard work and months of negotiation had paid off.

That was an interesting day. Both your families were sitting together in the Leclerc's living room. You were sitting between Charles and Arthur, playing games on the TV. After boasting about winning agains the two of them in Mario Cart, you slumped against the sofa, not wanting to play anymore.

Before the two brothers started the new game, Charles got up and stood in the middle of the room, calling for everyone's attention.

"As you all know, we've been trying to figure out a deal for Formula 1", he started, referring to himself and his manager. "And I'm going to be joining Sauber next year!"

Shouts of excitement were all that could be heard for the next few minutes, everyone overjoyed for the young boy who had spent his entire life working towards this very goal.

You were the first to get up and hug him, squealing in delight at the news. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, everyone else in the family forming a big group hug around the two of you.

That was months ago. Now, the two of you stood in his room, 2 weeks before the start of the new season. Charles had to go to the airport early next morning, joining the team for a few days in the simulator. However, as normal, he had left packing till the very last minute.

He'd called you over a few hours ago, freaking out over what to pack and what to leave behind. You went over, entering his room to see clothes scattered everywhere. Rolling your eyes, you start directing him, telling him to clean up while you sort through the piles to figure out what he needs.

Over an hour later, the two of you fall on the bed, tired after having run all over the house to find everything Charles needed. Everything was done, packed up in the suitcase that would accompany him around the world.

Too late to sleep, the two of you opted to stay in his room and talk, whiling away the few hours before he had to head to the airport.

"My god Y/N, marry me will you?"

Blushing in response, you turn to face him. "What?"

Oblivious as he was, Charles had absolutely no idea of your growing crush on him. It had been going on for years, but you never said anything to him, too scared to ruin your friendship.

You were already the subject of teasing from both Lorenzo and Arthur, who had been blackmailed into not telling Charles. Pascale and your own parents hadn't yet commented on the relationship, choosing to let young love play out.

Charles had no idea, none at all. Never had he made any move that suggested he knew or felt the same way. Hence, a proposal was definitely not what you expected when you walking into his house earlier in the day.

"I don't know what I would do without you Y/N. Honestly Fred would've killed me if I showed up with only half the things I needed."

You let out a small chuckle. "We are a bit too young to get married, no?"

He turns back to face the ceiling. "I guess so."

2 hours later, you found yourself waving him off as he entered the terminal, heading to the Sauber headquarters for a week before pre-season testing, your heart still beating faster any time you thought of the conversation that had taken place.

── 20 years old

Charles was drunk.

It was a night out in Monaco. Most of the drivers could be found in the club, packed together, dancing and drinking following the grand prix earlier in the day.

Charles hadn't finished in a good position, meaning he was more than eager to drink the night away. You, tired after a day at the paddock, decided to go home instead.

From the moment he got the first drink down, all he could talk about was you. He would go around to all the drivers, asking them if they had seen how pretty you looked earlier today, or telling them a story about something you did as a child.

"Have I told you about the time we were matching on halloween?"

"Y/N got in so much trouble in school that day."

"She was so excited when she got to meet her favourite singer today!"

He was smitten, all of them knew it, and so they sat there and listened with smirks on their faces. Finally, tired of all the whining, Pierre dropped off Charles at your apartment.

Waking up to a phone call and multiple knocks on your door, you walked into your living room, quickly opening the door to see a grinning Pierre at your door, Charles leaning against him.

"He was being annoying, you can keep him", the frenchman says, tilting his head in Charles direction. "He's drunk."

"I can see that", you mutter, still slightly annoyed at the fact that you were woken up in the middle of the night, but grateful that Charles hadn't ended up walking the streets of Monaco alone.

The drunk man stumbled into your arms, waiting patiently for you to finish thanking Pierre who swiftly headed back to the club.

So, at around 1 in the morning, you found yourself awake and half carrying Charles to the sofa. He fell against it, leaning back and closing his eyes as you went to get a glass of water.

You see his face light up when you enter the room. Leaving the glass on the table for him to drink, you go get some pillows from your room.

Coming back, you see that he had already finished his water, and was looking at you intently.

"Tu es si belle. Have I ever told you that?" you are so beautiful

"Oui, et tu est tout aussi beau" yes, and you are just as handsome

Your crush still existed, perhaps even more so than before. It was impossible to deny the fact that he had only grown more attractive in the last few years. However, knowing it was just his drunk self talking, you chose the ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

He doesn't reply, watching as you set everything up comfortably before lying back. Just as you're about to leave to switch off the light, he grabs your hand, forcing you to turn around.

"Marry me Y/N."

The surprise on your face was as clear as day, but Charles's drunk self seemed to see right past it. He kept his eyes on your own, waiting for a response.

"How about you take me out on a date first?" you laugh in response, fluffing up the pillow and placing a blanket on his body. He falls asleep within seconds, and you sport a small smile as you watched him, before making your way to the comfort of your own bed.

The next day, you woke up to breakfast in bed. A stack of pancakes accompanied by grinning Charles and a note that read "Will you go out with me?"

Regardless to say, the date went amazing. It was simple, just the two of you hanging out in your favourite places in Monaco, drinking coffee and making jokes.

It was only a month later when Charles officially asked you to be his girlfriend during a movie night at home, to which you promptly replied a yes. And just another month after that when you heard him whisper a small "je t'aime" as you drifted off to sleep in a hotel room.

── 24 years old

Ferrari had finally made a good car.

It was the final race of the season and the battle raged on between Charles and Max. Both had an equal chance of winning the championship, Charles only 2 points behind Max in the leaderboard. Whoever won this race would win it all.

You were sitting in the garage, gaze not shifting from the screen in front of you. You watched the two drivers continuously switch positions, going from P1 to P2 and vice versa.

Max having lead for the last few laps, you stood up in joy when Charles overtook him at the end of the penultimate lap. Just 1 more lap. Charles was one lap away from being the World Champion.

You watched as Max's rear tire locked up in the second sector, increasing the gap to 2 seconds. The joy in your heart was bubbling up as Charles got closer and closer to the finish line. Joining the rest of the engineers, you leaned over the railings, watching as he crossed the finish line.

Immediately you ran to the pit wall, grabbing a pair of headphones.

"Amour you did it! World Champion!" You couldn't contain your delight, tears of joy falling as you go around hugging everyone in sight.

"Oh my god. We did it! We did it!" You heard his voice come through. "Thank you to everyone oh my god. I cannot believe it. I love you." Your grin becomes even wider at the last line directed towards you.

"Je t'aime Charles. Oh my god you did it."

Shouts of "yes" and "oh my god" were all that could be heard for the next few seconds. You stood there and listened, knowing just how much Charles deserved it. He had worked every day, either by himself in the gym or with the engineers, figuring out strategies for the next race. He deserved this more than anyone else.

Leaving the headphones near one of the many computers, you run to where the rest of the engineers were gathering. The red car parks at P1, and you look on in unfiltered glee as Charles jumps out, raising his hands in celebration.

He runs over to you, grabbing your face before pulling you in for a kiss. Knowing that there were people watching you, he keeps its short, but its passionate nonetheless.

When he pulls away, you see the shine in his eyes, helmet still on as everyone working at Ferrari rushes over to pat him on the back or give a hug.

Arthur, Lorenzo and his mother are there as well. The former having come P3 in his race earlier in the day, and the latter two having made the trip from Monaco to watch the climatic ending to the season.

You stand to the side with them when Charles heads to the cooldown room, talking to Pascale.

"Herve serait fiere, si fiere" herve would be proud, so proud.

"Et Jules aussi", you add. and jules too "He won it for them."

She smiled. Not too long after, an engineer walked over to you, directing you to the stage. He claimed that Charles wanted you to watch from closer.

5 minutes later, standing off to the side, you look on as he is handed the championship trophy. Cheering alongside everyone else, the delight is evident on your face as he raises it above his head.

The celebrations start. You watch as the engineers filter in, each holding their own bottle of champagne. Catching your eyes, Charles walks over, pulls you up on the podium with him, immediately drenching you in champagne. The celebrations continue as more and more people join.

He hugs you tight, blocking your line of sight. The noise is overwhelming, but in that moment, it's just the two of you. You hug him back, whispering in his ear, unaware of everyone else leaving the podium. I love you, I am so proud of you.

When it's just the two of you left, Charles pulls back. You look around in surprise, turning back to Charles to tell him to get off the podium, gasping when you realise what he was doing.

He was down on one knee, looking at you as though you had hung the stars in the sky. In his hand was a small box that held the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. The diamond in the center shone under the bright lights, but nothing could distract you from Charles.

"Veux-tu m'epouser, mon amour?" will you marry me, my love

You nod almost immediately, tears still falling as your hands cover your mouth in shock. Yes, yes, yes. You get down to Charles's level, hugging him tighter than ever before. You hear him chuckle in your ear, kissing your neck as he too feels a few tears fall out.

You aren't sure how long the two of you stay that way, finding comfort in each others embrace, but you are startled when you hear the roar of the crowd. Leaning back, you can't help but laugh when you see all the drivers and thousands of fans clapping and celebrating your engagement.

Arthur is standing next to Pierre, the both of them hooting and cheering, knowing just how much behind-the-scenes encouragement it took for Charles to agree to proposing.

Looking back at Charles, you find him already looking at you. Giving him a kiss, you let him put the ring on your finger, cheek's hurting from how much you had smiled in the last hour.

It slips on with ease, and the diamonds seem to sparkle even more under the bright lights.

"Only took 4 times for you to say yes, eh?"

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The Bad Luck Boy

This is the story of the bad luck boy and the two people he loved.

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This is the story of the Bad Luck Boy.

The Bad Luck Boy was a nice boy. He was polite and sweet, making those around him smile.

The Bad Luck Boy was a hard working boy. His career was his everything. Well, almost his everything.

The Bad Luck Boy was a handsome boy. Everybody knew it, including his teammate and his biggest rival.

Y/N L/N had known the Bad Luck Boy since her karting days. They raced each other, pushing each other off the track. Together, they moved into Formula Three. Together, they moved into Formula 2. When Charles won the F2 championship, he graduated up into Formula One, while Y/N was still stuck in F2.

She herself won the championship in 2018 and, by 2019, she was racing alongside Kimi Räikkönen in Alfa Romeo Racing. Two years later, after proving herself and scoring a podium in the Alfa Romeo car, Y/N L/N was offered the second seat in Ferrari.

When they were kids, Y/N and the Bad Luck Boy raced in karts alongside Max Emilian Verstappen. Max had always been an aggressive driver, but Y/N loved the challenge. Unlike with Charles, she didn't move through her career with him, instead following in his footsteps. When Y/N moved up into F1, Max was already racing at the front of the grid; she only really got to race against him when he pitted.

The Bad Luck Boy loved his job. His job treated him like shit, though. Y/N herself struggled weekend after weekend in the SF-23, but there was nothing worse than watching the Bad Luck Boy struggle in it.

The SF-23 got Y/N around the track at least in seventh, but the Bad Luck Boy was barely making it around the track. There was one race where Y/N didn't even make it onto the track, unable to start because of the car. But watching Charles wrestle with it, hearing him on the radio, was painful enough.

The Bad Luck Boy had one thing going for him. He was in love. Better than that, he was in love with two people. His teammate and his rival.

Yes, the Bad Luck Boy had some good luck. He loved two people and those two people loved him. But it wasn't without its complications.

Y/N stood beside Max as he drank his can of Red Bull, further down the paddock, Charles was completing an interview. "Shouldn't you be down there with him?" Max asked, offering her a sip of his drink.

Y/N shook her head, refusing the drink. "Unless we're doing our challenges or media duties, I'm staying away from him," she answered him. "I can't be shouting his name across the paddock or saving him seats for the drivers parade." Her tone was somewhat bitter as she kept her eyes on the pavement.

Letting out a laugh, Max finished his drink. "Oh, come on. It's not that mad. You're standing with me now, and nothings happening."

"Because I'm not your teammate, Max. Nobody thinks there's anything going on between us, but also because they're convinced I'm trying my absolute hardest to sleep with Charles. I've seen the edits of the two of you, grabbing each others waists with blushing smiles, but I don't get to do that. If I go near Charles, I'll be called a slut and accused of trying to distract him from the race. You don't understand how badly I want to kiss the both of you but I can't."

"Kiss me, then," answered Max.

Y/N stared up at him, her eyebrows furrowed. "All this winning has gone to your head because you're losing it," he said and shook her head.

"No, I'm serious. If you kiss me and everybody thinks we're going steady, they'll leave you alone about Charles."

"And then I'll be accused of sleeping with you because you're winning."

It really was a complicated situation. Y/N could be seen to be close with Max, but nobody thought they were romantically involved. But they were wrong and Y/N loved Max more than anything.

But she also loved Charles. Her teammate. The man she was being accused of sleeping with. Which wasn't strictly a lie. But it was more than just sleeping with him, she was in love with him too.

Max let out a sigh, but he placed his arm around her, anyway. "I'll blow you a kiss when I lap you later," he said and walked away.

Their relationship was rather... depressing. They could only be together when they were alone and that was heart breaking enough. Y/N watched Max walk away, walk back to the Red Bull hospitality unit.

Letting out a breath, she strode forward, walking towards her teammate. She passed him, and Charles' eyes moved across from the interviewer, looking at her. Y/N smiled, a smile that was surely captured by cameras, and continued on, making her way towards her drivers room.

As soon as Y/N got into her drivers room, she threw herself down onto the sofa.

Y/N loved her job, she loved being a driver. But it was getting harder and harder. If driving in the SF-23 wasn't bad enough, she had to avoid one of her boyfriends at all cost. One of them she could only briefly talk to. It really fucking hurt.

***

For once the Bad Luck Boy was having some good luck. He was at the front of the grid, fighting with Max and Lando.

Y/N, though? She was struggling.

The car wasn't handling well. She'd had an okay qualifying the day before, landing her in P5. After a good start she'd ended up in P3, driving with her boyfriends. If things kept up like this, they'd all be on the podium together.

But then Y/N had ended up with a shit pit stop. They'd called her in without having the tires ready and completely fucked up her race.

Y/N managed to complete two laps after that until the car began to malfunction. The hydraulics failed and she ended up in the wall.

Nothing serious, just a lot of frustration. "Fuck, shit, fuck!" Y/N shouted into the radio as she climbed out of her car.

And then it was Charles' turn. In the next race he had engine failure.

And then Y/N had engine failure.

All of that, on top of keeping their relationship a secret, Y/N was struggling. She was really, really struggling.

It was a whispered secret, something she said to Max and Charles in the late hours of the morning, when all three of them were half asleep.

While Charles and Max slept somewhat soundly, with Charles in the middle (most of the time. It was either him or Y/N. Max insisted on sleeping to the outside of the bed, closest to the door), Y/N thought. She thought a lot, about their relationship, about whether the stress was really worth it.

As soon as these thoughts came, they left. Y/N had shaken them away by the time she woke up.

She hoped they didn't know anything, but, of course, they did. Max and Charles were all too aware. They knew exactly how she was feeling, and it hurt.

Max wanted to say something, he wanted to talk to her, but Charles wouldn't. "Max, she loves us," he said. "She's with us, and she loves us."

And, of course, Y/N really did love them. She still does. But she'd been pulling away.

Where they'd used to spend all weekend every weekend together, Y/N was suddenly sleeping in her own room without the boys snuggled up against her.

The turning point was the Mexican grand prix. The race was going well; Max was P1, with Charles and Y/N racing close behind. When all three of them managed to cross the finish line, they were ecstatic. Maybe the Bad Luck Boy didn't have that much bad luck after all.

They couldn't keep their smiles from their faces as they spray the champagne over each other. It was something of an amazing night for the three of them. They celebrated and spent the evening together, sharing a bed and each other.

But then things started going down hill again.

Y/N used to stay in Monaco. She used to spend all of her time between races going between Max's apartment and Charles'. But lately she'd been returning to her own home in Switzerland.

Max was at a breaking point. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't sit around feeling anxious because of how distant his girlfriend was being. Charles felt the same, which was somewhat comforting. They needed to do something, they needed to speak to her.

Max was going to do it, Max was going to speak to her, but Charles wouldn't let him. As much as he tried not to be, Max was aggressive, and Charles couldn't see things ending well if he was the one to speak.

So, Charles took the reins. He attempted to cook them dinner (with Max and Y/N having to help a lot), and sat her down at the table.

Dinner was peaceful. It wasn't how things used to be between them, but it was peaceful. Still, it didn't feel as though Y/N was all there, and that left a horrible feeling in the pit of Max's stomach.

After dinner, Max began clearing things away as Charles took a hold of Y/N's hands. They were soft in his own, and he ran his thumb over the back of her hand. "You know Max and I love you, right?" He asked, staring into her eyes with his lovely green ones. "You know that Max and I would do anything for you, right?"

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Y/N nodded her head. She knew. Her boys were amazing, the most amazing people she knew.

"Then tell us what's going on, please."

She sucked in a deep breath and pulled her gaze away from Charles. "I love the two of you," she said. "But I hate having to hide us. I hate the comments I get whenever I'm pictured with either one of you. I hate that I can't kiss either of you when any of us end up on the podium. I hate that we can't go on traditional dates and we can't hold hands when we're walking through the paddock," she admitted.

Nodding his head, Charles leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "I understand, chérie. Maybe we should think about coming out with our relationship publicly."

As Y/N and Charles had been speaking, Max had been busy doing the dishes. He loved mundane little things like this, something he didn't often do. As he listened, he shook his head. That wasn't the whole issue, not at all. It might have been a large part of it, but Max knew it wasn't the whole story.

With the towel over his shoulder, he walked into the room and leaned against the door. "Spit it out," he said to his girlfriend, his voice with a particular edge. Charles sent a glare in his direction.

"Fine," Y/N said shortly and let out a huff. "I love driving for Ferrari, but the car is dogshit. Charles, imagine how many more times we could have joined Max on the podium this year if the car wasn't a pile of crap. We could have actually beaten him! The car, with everything else I listed, has pushed me to my breaking point," she whispered and pressed Charles' hand to her forehead.

Max let out a laugh. The bastard actually laughed! He pushed away from the wall and walked over to his partners. "Schat, you're ridiculous," he said and pulled Charles hand away. "I want nothing more than to kiss you when I'm on the podium. Charlie and I want to take you out on dates and hold your hand. If we were doing that, would you feel better about how terrible the SF-23 is?"

Y/N nodded her head. "Can someone please kiss me?"

The three of them attended the next grand prix together. They walked through the paddock, hand in hand in hand. Everybody seemed to be silent as they came past. Cameras flashed, but they didn't care.

Walking past the Red Bull hospitality unit, Y/N and Charles kissed Max goodbye and kept going, on to the Ferrari hospitality.

The gossip surrounding the three of them went on for weeks until Y/N, Max and Charles posted their announcements.

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maxverstappen1 that's not very nice charles_leclerc but she won't share the moments where she games with us y/nl/n95 i don't game because I'm not (guess what) a loser like you two

By the end of this story you would have realised that the Bad Luck Boy wasn't so unlucky after all. He had two people who loved him more than anything and, finally, he could show the world he loved them.

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All these years (Part 1)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend! Reader

Warnings: anxiety attack, fights, brake ups and maybe other things.

Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.

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Having to go back to Monaco was certainly not in my plans.

I had sworn to myself the day I left that I would never go back, but I had never actually kept that promise.

His family lives there and I've never been able to stop seeing them. Of course, I made them promise never tell him that I was still visiting them and they kept their promise.

I know this because I never received a call or an angry message.

Charles Marc Harvé Perceval Leclerc.

My first everything.

And I mean that in the literal sense of the word.

My first friend, my first kiss, my first boyfriend, the guy I had my first time with.

But most importantly.

My first and only true love.

When I moved to the house next to them, we connected as soon as we were introduced to each other.

We never had many friends because we knew we had everything we needed in each other.

He was the best boyfriend a girl could ask for.

But one thing about him was wrong.

His lack of understanding at times.

Charles was always a calm, fun guy who could make my shitty day 100% better.

But in March 10th, 2018.

That was the day everything we had went down the drain.

Charles was focused on getting his first year in Formula 1 off to a good start and I was focused on getting a job since I had just graduated from architecture school.

And I received the best offer a recent graduate could get.

It was an internship at an architecture firm.

The problem was that it was in Milan and Charles and I lived in Monaco and because of Formula 1 he wasn't going to leave.

I remember exactly the day I went to tell him excitedly that I'd got one of the best jobs I could ever want.

But Charles, contrary to what I thought, didn't have the best reaction, in fact he was very upset that the job wasn't in Monaco.

That's when our fights started, me because he didn't understand how important he was to me and an offer I couldn't refuse.

And him for saying that I'd ruined all our plans.

That day we'd had a bad fight, but the next day when I went to talk to him to try and sort it out, we fought again.

He said that I was the worst person he had ever met, that I would be a horrible wife and that our children would be ashamed to have a mother like me.

That day I cried so much that I had a horrible anxiety attack and had to go to hospital because of shortness of breath.

And he never showed up.

From that day on we never saw each other again, five years passed and here I was returning to Monaco for the wedding of Arthur, Charles' younger brother.

He and Carla were getting married after a year of being engaged and I remember how happy I was when he called to tell me that she had accepted and thanked me for helping him choose the ring.

I knew I would meet him there, I just didn't know if I was ready to see him.

Even more so in a situation like this.

"So, are you ready to see Charles?" Kika sits on the bed while I pack the last of my clothes.

"Certainly not, but what choice do I have?"

"You could have chosen not to go."

"I couldn't do that to Arthur, he was the only one who always supported me in everything, unlike his brother." I sighed, remembering him. "And I want to go, I want to see him marry the love of his life."

"I understand, and I know he'll love that you're going."

"But one day it would happen, we have so many things and people that keep us connected, so it took a while to happen."

"But you'll be fine."

"I know."

"Why are you getting so many clothes?"

"Because I don't know how long I'll have to stay there."

"What do you mean?" she asks confused.

"Because my father always convinces me to stay longer than I want to."

"I see."

"Well, I have to go soon, it's a long drive to get there."

We said goodbye and I got straight into the car and started driving there.

It was going to be a long trip.

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[violetszone]

Let's Meet Our Daughter

Charles x fem!reader

Summary: You were afraid of giving birth and weren't ready, and but your daughter had decided to come two weeks early.

WARNINGS: Quick finish,not edited writing,normal delivery

A/n: actually i have no idea what i wrote,By the way, I used some sentences that women really say during childbirth.

One of the things you've been thinking about for years was how you'd give birth if you got pregnant because you were terrified about it.You were even more afraid now that you were weeks away from giving birth to your daughter.

You never wanted to talk to Charles about it because he was really trying to deal with your fears but there was nothing he could do about it.It's only two weeks before you give birth to your daughter, and Charles returns to the races.

You were sitting on the bed reading, Charles brought you both a glass of water and left yours next to you, he settled down on his side of the bed.Your daughter was active tonight, you were actually happy about it because it wasn't hurting She kicked a few times as usual, Charles had a little talk with his daughter, placed a kiss on your stomach,you turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Of course, sleeping wasn't easy because your daughter's kicks really started to hurt.You even moaned because it really hurt then you felt a wetness You turned on the light next to you and Charles woke up trying to understand what happened.

"No no no not now I'm not ready yet please" Charles took your hand in fear "Baby are you okay what's wrong tell me" you started crying unintentionally just then you felt a contraction "Charles, I'm giving birth" He got out of bed and came over to you, helped you get up, you already knew your water was break but now you were really scared.

You got in the car as fast as you could. you were crying with fear Charles was holding your hand, probably because he thought it hurt, he took you in his arms when you came to the hospital and they took you for the first check-up with a stretcher in the emergency room.

At the first check, they said that they will not do anything for now, as there is still 4 cm of clearance and the contractions are back to normal.They took you to the room and connected to a few machines for control, now you are a little calmer.

Charles didn't leave your side and started keeping minutes for contractions. When your contractions increased, you started to get stressed again Charles was holding yourhand "Charles I can't I-I'm so scared" Charles wiped the tears from your eyes and kissed your cheek, "My love, I know you can do it, don't be afraid, I'm right here, there's a little more time, okay breathe, I won't let go of your hand"

You nodded, when the contraction passed, you breathed and sat back, you had been in the hospital for almost 4 hours when the doctor came to check, there was not enough opening, but they said they could give an epidural if your pain is too much, you didn't want it because you thought you could stand it.

By the 10th hour the contractions were really unbearable, you looked at Charles in horror when the doctor finally said it'stime to push. "No! i changed my mind,I don't want it Charles tell her I don't want it please I don't" 

Somehow they convinced you to push, after a few hours you were really tired and hurt you spoke tiredly "Can I go home for awhile? I promise I’ll come back.” You frowned when everyone in the room laughed at what you said.

Your doctor told you to push again “I don’t care if you have to take her out of my ear, just get her out!” you shouted and groaned Charles wiped your forehead with his napkin you were really about to cry

"YN you have to push again we see the baby's head, Charles help her" Charles turned to you "Baby once again I know it hurts so bad but push for the last time" you groaned "No you don't know"

You turned and shouted when the nurse warned you "Will you shut up, I'm busy yelling at my boyfriend" You pushed with all your might and finally let yourself go when the baby's cries were heard.

You were crying with happiness when they held your daughter in your arms they took your daughter to clean your doctor checked to see if you were okay and asked how you were you nodded her, "You know YN people do this more than once" You looked at your doctor nervously and turned to Charles.“Maybe we can adopt the next one.”

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

Drunk Arthur and Reader!

Very much spurred on by @koboivanderlinde and their recent headcannon of the same thing! (Though it's reversed and theirs is drunk reader with sober arthur)

I just read it and I decided I HAD to

So I hope y'all enjoy!!

WARNINGS!: Drunkeness, fluff, GN reader (if theres a mistake I'll do my best to fix it!!)

TAGS!: @mrsarthurmorgan7 @photo1030 @kieropal @cantchoosejust1

When Arthur drinks, he DRINKS

I mean, he tries not to drink a lot because he knows how he can be sometimes

But when he does drink

He DRINKS

So while they're few and far between, his drunken nights tend to be a little...obnoxious

He has a thing for you, which he has nOT told you

And when he get's shitfaced at Sean's return party his lips are loosened and he says almost anything that comes to his mind

Usually someone else takes care of him whike he's drunk, John or Charles, but tonight, with EVERYONE celebrating there's not really anyone TO take care of him

Other than you of course

While you've had a few drinks yourself you've still got your wits about you.

And you realize just how deep he's in it when he calls out to you

"Y/N! Y/NNNNN! Sugarrr!" He's slurring his words and he's got the largest smile on his face from where he sits at the table.

When you reach him he smiles at you widely and his arm wraps around your waist without a single bit of hesitation

He's pulled you into his lap and latched his lips to your neck within a matter of seconds, sending your face into a red haze

You do your best to try to get him to stop

Not that you don't like it, that's not the thing at all, you yourself have felt something for him for god knows how long

But it's the fact that he's clearly drunk, the red haze on his cheeks, the face that his eyes were glazed over, and that loopy lopsided grin stuck to his face that you loved so much.

You don't want him to regret what he's doing when he wakes up sober tomorrow.

When you do manage to get him to stop kissing you he simply places his forehead against your shoulder, muttering quietly against you.

"You always smell so nice Y/N....you're so good lookin'...and...smart...and so...so...good, and you...you...I love you...you're my favorite...and...I'd do...."

You manage to put your hand over his mouth before he finishes that sentence, the look in his eyes as he looked up at you made you realize that he probably would have finished it with "I'd do anything to fuck you"

He seemed to give you bedroom eyes everytime you looked at him

You tried to leave his lap several times

He refused

Literally iron gripped your waist, like no matter what you did there was NO escaping his grasp.

"Arthur please, you're drunk, you wouldn't say all this if you were sober."

He just laughs at you, and it's a real one, hearty, in his chest, it rumbles through him and even though he's drunk that laugh makes you smile. It isn't often he's in such a good mood

"I love ya Y/N....you're goddamn perfect...." He slurs.

You can't help but smile at him, you know you love him too

You just know he didn't want this, and you're sure when you bring it up to him tomorrow morning he's going to be upset.

You decide it's best to try and get him into his bed

You're able to convince him easily

(He thinks you want to take him somewhere more private 😉)

When you get him into his best he tries to pull you to him, and he manages to kiss you

It's sloppy, rushed, heated, and at first you feel guilty, but then your entire body heats up.

You pull away from him obviously, you know it's the right thing to do, even though his kiss was FANTASTIC even drunk

"Y/N...what's wrong...why won't you kiss me? Why...why won't you tell me you love me? You...I mean... you...You don't love me...do ya?"

He's not on the verge of tears, but his face obviously falls. His eyes, while glazed over a little still show emotion, and you can see just how much your rejection, while it's only temporary, fucks with him.

He'll silently climb onto his cot and then stare at you for a second or two before he speaks again

"'M sorry Y/N....shouldn't have," he hiccups and leans against the side of his wagon that his cot is leaned agsinst. "Shouldn't have said that...'m sorry..'m sorry..."

He keeps apologizing and every apology makes your heart break. He puts his head in his hands, and you can't help but climb onto the cot with him and gently place your hand against his cheek

"Oh Arthur, I do love you, you silly man."

He simply looks at you through his fingers and then silently he manages to position himself with his head in your lap.

You run your fingers through his hair and sigh.

"I love you more than words can explain Arthur, it breaks my heart that you think you have to apologize for saying you love me. Even if I didn't love you, you never have to apologize for loving someone."

You're 90 percent sure he didn't hear a word of that

He's snoring

And you're stuck there for the night but you don't mind.

You truly love him more than words can describe and not only that but the warmth of him against your lap makes you smile. You've never felt closer.

The next morning when he wakes up, confused as to why you're in his tent you have to explain to him what happened

He is so fucking embarrassed

I mean

Puts a hand over his face

Cant look at you

And groans at every word you say

He again apologizes profusely, trying to explain that he'll understand if you hate him, if you don't want him around

You kiss him to shut him up and he's happy to return the kiss.

(After a few moments of brief panic)

When you pull apart and mutter that you love him too he simply sighs quietly and wraps his arms around your waist before saying it for the first time sober

"I love ya too Y/N, I mean that."

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter Thirteen: Find Me Always

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Chapter summary: the aftermath of the escape

Warnings: depictions of abuse, medical malpractice, creepy doctor does creepy things, nightmares, panic attacks, restraints, medical terminology that is probably wrong, injury description, needles

Notes: I’m having fun with this 👀

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Heat. The cozy feeling of warmth. His hand intertwined with one of his lovers. It's a great way to wake up. Even for being stuck in the hospital.

He knows where he is based on the steady hum and beep of machines. The scratchy feeling of the sheets beneath him. The bright florescent lights that make him want to cringe.

He looks to his hand. Max is slumped over his bed. The Dutch snoring quietly.

He shifts around to get his bearings. A few plain paintings of the wall. A decently sized window. Bland colored walls.

He tries not to think about what happened. He'd woken up several times in the bunker to gunshots. Moved them to a different corridor. Then fell back into a cold sleep.

They'd run into trouble at one point. A stray bullet grazed his side while another punctured the females thigh.

That was the last time they moved as he did his best to stop the bleeding. No healing to rely on. Not that he'd want her to anyways, 'healing' really just means transferring his wounds onto her.

Speaking of her, where is she?

He can't go through this again. She'd woken up spurratically a few times during the escape attempt. She'd told him it would be okay. Her voice was the only thing he had to cling to.

The heart monitor picks up his rising pulse, Max waking up at the sound of rapid beeping. "Breathe, Oscar, you're safe now." He's gentle and quiet and everything people don't get to see when he drives. He does as told and takes some deep breaths.

"Are you feeling okay? Should I go get a doctor?" Oscar finally realizes that doctors and medicine are involved. That means more needles and more drugs. He'd had enough of that. He shakes his head now as the fear rises. "Okay, you're okay, I'm Here, and I won't leave."

"How is everyone else?" His voice is so scratchy he almost doesn't recognize it. The fact that he's in desperate need of water doesn't help.

Max shakes his head in disbelief. "You're the one sitting in a hospital bed, and you're concerned about us?" Max rubs comforting circles into his hand. "Seb dragged Charles and Lando away for food and showers. I'm next after them."

"Where's y/n?"

Max's face drops, and there is a distant look in his eyes. "Who?"

"Y/N? Our girlfriend? The one who boggles us with her mind powers on a daily basis?" He laughs thinking Max is joking. Only for it to twist into concern when he realizes Max isn't laughing.

"I think you're still disoriented. Your crash was really bad."

Crash? What crash? "I was in a bunker or something."

Max's confusions into concern. "I think I'm going to go get the doctor."

Oscar is frantic now. He's pulling out the needles feeding him liquid medicine. Convinced this is the problem. That he's hallucinating again because of the drugs.

He's waking up again. The same postion as last time. But this time, he takes no chances.

He sits himself upright and begins pulling everything off. The needles, the bandages, anything medical related is being ripped from his body.

Max is startled by the sight. His hands grab Oscar's and gently push him back into the bed. He coos calming phrases while Oscar gives up fighting. His lack of energy hitting like a train.

"Please tell me you remember her." He practically sobs.

Max sits in the bed with him. That confused look is almost identical to the previous, and Oscar wants to die because of it. His confusion is replaced by a smile. "I could never forget our girl."

"Where is everyone else? Where is she? I need to see her, Max."

Max sighs at the Aussie's urgency. "Charles and Lando are trying to see her. I can't because I punched someone last time I went to check on her."

"What- why?"

"The doctors found abnormalities in her DNA, and now they've isolated her."

Frantic pleas of the word no fall from his lips like somehow that will change something. Oscar barely has a chance to really notice how tired Max looks. The stress in his blue eyes tells him that the whole situation is bad.

"I'm not sure if this will be good news for you right now. But you've been cleared to race as soon as you want to go back. After they release you, of course." Max throws him a pity smile. It's the best the Dutch can offer at the moment.

~

She traded one white cell for another. One maniacal scientist for an entire group of them.

She's been restrained and leashed since her latest escape attempt. She wants to go home. She needs to go home.

At least she knows they are all okay. Oscar is alive, and that's what matters. She put every drop of energy she had into keeping alive in those tunnels. She heard the gunshots and took the opportunity. It just sucked they'd been continuing her father's work, and she had been worked to the bone only an hour earlier.

She complied on the basis that they took care of Oscar. She got to go check on him every couple of days. He wasn't coherent, but he was alive. There was a chance they could both make it out.

Then she exerted herself into healing him. She knew that regardless, her body wasn't going to last long, and healing him was their best shot. But she hadn't expected the drugs to be so strong. She could flush them all out of his system. Then there were the freezing tunnels. They did that on purpose to keep her from being able to run. The floors were so cold they burned her.

She pushed through. Before she got to Oscar, she went to the one thing that would for sure get them out of there if she couldn't. She found a phone and called Seb. She almost cried at the sound of his voice, but she couldn't. She needed to tell him where they were.

And they had found them in the cold depths.

Now she's here. Alone and stuck again.

Fate is a cruel mistress.

Her doctor, whose name she does not care to know, comes in with a tray. It's routine at this point. He has done this every hour for the two days she's been here. She wasn't awake for all of it, but the market on her body are all similar.

She has no choice but to let him go about his work.

"Your body is so intriguing, my dear." His voice is cold and smooth. She hates it.

Lando and Oscar have smooth voices. She likes them better. She misses listening to Landos laugh.

Charles and Max have deep voices. They have a calming effect on her. She naturally is able to relax when she hears them speak.

She focuses on that as the doctor opens up a small slit in her arm and tweezes away at different things. Then he sews it up and bandages it like he's done this a million times.

But he doesn't move.

"I wish they would let me look at more of you." He whispers. His index finger traces the curves of her side and all the way down her leg. "If only this stupid gown wasn't in the way."

He leaves without another word. Or maybe there are more words, but she retreated into her mind. Far away from this place and into her memories with her family.

~

Charles looks like he's ready to punch someone. She's awake and coherent, and they are only isolating her because of her odd DNA. It's most likely the reason for her powers, but they don't need to know that.

Max isn't here because he has already punched someone. Lando is attempting to calm him down and as much as the Brit tries he just can't seem to get his heart to slow.

Good thing Seb is on his way with legal work. He'd contacted his lawyer as soon as he found out they were holding her in isolation. Unable to see anyone after what she just came out of.

Seb was bringing an answer.

It's a beautiful sight to see him March right by the two and into some office they assumed was the person in charge.

"Charles, please breathe. I'm already panicking and can't keep the both of us calm."

"I'm sorry chéri." He sighs. The Monegasque takes a seat beside Lando. The two intertwine their hands together. Charles decides to change the subject to distract themselves and pass the time until they can see her. Even if it's a no, he's breaking down the door.

"What should the first thing we do be when we get back home?"

"Food. A buffet of our favorite cheat meals." Lando lets hints of a smile ghost his lips.

"Then we'll cuddle in bed."

"And play some games."

"Maybe a bath."

"You mean relax in the hot tub together? The bath isn't big enough for all of us." Charles teases.

"Same thing."

Charles crinkled his nose in disgust. "You need a bath. You smell like a young boy who has yet to learn hygiene."

Lando playfully hits his shoulder. "That's rude. You should be ashamed of yourself."

The sound of the office door opening steals both their attention. Seb comes out with a grin on his face, alerting the boys that he is victorious.

The nurses let them into the room as they started removing her hospital dressings. Both Lando and Charles hate the sight and want to break because of it, but they don't. They stay strong. Well- Charles more then Lando.

The girl, on the other hand, is struggling to get to them. She fights her restraints, only hurting herself worse in the process.

"Slow down, amour. They have to get them off of you." Charles is holding her in a way that let's the nurses do their job. They shoot him an appreciative glance.

"Is Oscar okay? Are you guys okay?" She asks with an air of urgency.

"Yes, we're all okay, Oscar has even been cleared to race again. Somehow, the damage to his body wasn't even close to yours." Lando eyes her knowingly, and she just shrugs at him.

She walks out with them but gets into Sebs car.

"I don't think we'll ever be safe." She admits.

"Maybe not. But someone will always be there to find you when you can't find them."

~

Home is once again a new place. They have once again moved apartments.

She'd learned Daniel helped out while they were missing. He found then a place with the best security and moved a good chunk of furniture with Pierre and Sergio. The other three boys getting any personal belongings out of the wrecked apartment.

Oscar hadn't let go of her hand. He's been glued to her side and paranoid about every stranger they come across.

Recovery for him was going to be long and difficult, but they would be there every step of the way.

The return to racing had been amazing. The McLaren fans were so supportive and excited to see Oscar back. His family didn't know everything that happened, and that was for the best.

They just got unlucky is all.

He managed a P4 with the new car upgrades. He felt his brain finally to think about something else as soon as he got into the car.

Lando also got second. Another thing to celebrate. The after race hugs were something special.

She realized that day that her life had been far from easy, and it's not going to get easier, but it didn't matter. At the end of the day, she gets to come back to the people she loves and love her back.

No matter how far away she gets from them, they will always find her.

~

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[onlymurdersintheafterparty]

OMITB S4:E8 "Lifeboat"

This episode was really interesting. More questions answered and even more created now that we know what went on with the Westies. Given all the theories out there the ending wasn't too surprising but I do wonder how all of this will be explained in the final episode. At this point I don't have many theories left I'm just waiting on the denouement. All in all I enjoyed it. Spoilers ahead!

I can't believe Dudenoff's death was that simple. I'm not even going to lie I just found the whole thing so sad. He was lonely and grieving his wife and then created a found family that he loved so much he wanted to protect them even in death. Poor Helga who was so scared and convinced that someone did something to him. What I don't understand though is why they called her the wrong kind of Westie and scratched her face out in the picture. They acted like she was a villain or something when all she was trying to do was figure out what happened to Dudenoff. There was a theory on the subreddit that Helga was the one giving Sazz information and now it's confirmed so this is a new turn of events. I'm with Mabel on not ratting them out but with Dudenoff confirmed to be dead how are they going to continue this rent scheme? The police know so the jig is up. Or is this reveal just so that the trio would sympathize with them and not rat them out to the police?

Glen being the stuntman that Sazz was referring to still feels like a red herring to me. We know that he is mentally unwell because of the hallucinated rats but I still don't think he's our killer. I'm thinking Glen is part of the group that killed Sazz and the mastermind shot him to keep him from confessing or it's as simple as the common theory that Marshall is the killer and shot him because he recognized him outside of his disguise. With Glen being in a coma we probably won't learn either outcome until the season finale or the very end of the next episode. Sazz said that this stuntman messed up badly and would be the death of her. She's dead and he's in a coma so she was right but the fact that he was shot means that some sort of cover up is in place for whatever it is that he did and whoever else knows it.

The Westies showing up and waving a knife and everyone just going along with it is so wild to me. It was 6 against 5 and I know Rudy is fit but surely they could have still held their own. It makes sense they didn't react though because they needed the confession. Rudy doing the entire monologue and everyone progressively getting emotionally drained was so funny. Zach has had the funniest quotes this season and I hope someone does a video edit including them all.

Charles really needs therapy when the case is solved because the way he's unraveling and doesn't even know how to process his anger is so sad to watch. Eugene better be careful what he wishes for because when Charles fully snaps and lets all his anger out it's not going to be pretty. I wouldn't be surprised if upon learning who killed Sazz he attacks them (not fatally) and has a full breakdown.

Every week I see the same theory that Loretta will die and I'm starting to get scared this may actually happen. I get them being sentimental about The Arconia but it's full of so much death I can't believe that they would plan their wedding there. Oliver has lost so much and Charles just lost his best friend so do you think the writers will really go there? Maybe it will be a bridesmaid or someone else in the bridal or groom party who is killed. I just feel like instead of killing her off they can just write out her character by saying that she and Oliver travel back and forth to see each other and that explains why she's not onscreen. They've been making it work now so no need to take such a dark route.

I'm so excited for the last two episodes and to see how this all plays out. The Westies never confirmed that it was them sending the letters or bugging the apartments so the mastermind is still out there waiting. This also means that there must be another murder that has gone unnoticed. On a recent youtube video, Matt & Jess TV mentioned Charles' quote in the pilot about the bodies buried in the back of a 14 story building as well as Marv mentioning the Sixth Street Slasher so it looks like there's still a cold case to solve.

And to wrap this all up I just have one question: WHERE IS THEO?

[that-girl-glader]

My DEAD BOY DETECTIVES TRUTHS (OPINIONS)..it's literally just me yapping lol

I did not care for CRYLAND I'm sorry not sorry. And here is why. I fully believe Charles liked Crystal. I could see it. But I just wasn't convinced that Crystal liked him more than a friend. Did find it dope though that she told him she wasn't ready for a relationship. Cause she effing wasn't.

I'm not saying I ship Edwin and Charles. But I find their dynamic very cute. And I 100% believe that Charles likes Edwin. The thing is he doesn't realise it....But he does like him. And he also likes crystal....both do and can coexist in my opinion.

I found Monty to be a really sweet adorable character. And I think him getting a crush on Edwin was so sweet. I really liked him and Edwins dynamic. Their friendship was yes. And I kinda liked that they were each others first kiss. And that Edwin got to experience what he never thought possible. Being a teen inlove.

Scenes that makes me truly believe that Edwin is in fact just a teenage boy. Is the scene where he is just staring at Edwin talking to crystal in the lighthouse episode with hearteyes(sorry if I got the scene wrong). Aswell as the scene where he is watching scooby doo with Niko.

The scene where Edwin chooses to do the case for Month was Edwin trying to show that even though he can't be in love with Monty. He still cares about him and their friendship, and would like to mend it. And it's rather sweet.

I was not convinced that Edwin and Crystal were actually friends for a while until maybe the last two episodes. Even though Crystal and Charles got romantically involved. I don't think it really justified how Crystal "favoured" him over Edwin. Same with Niko. Like It was like she was friends with them off screen. Like I need to see Crystal hanging one on one with either of them lol. Like she was just with Charles the whole time. Love her and Charles btw. Just want her being good with them all.

The catking was pretty alright. But him and Edwin felt a bit off. And only because the whole "older guys" comment kinda just...made it weird. I don't know if I like it. But I do think he was a sweet character in his own weird way I guess. Kinda weird though to trap someone in a city cause you find them attractive but yeah. The roleplay scene was soooooo weird. Revealed something about Edwin to us and to him. But it was soooo weird.

Monty deserves to be a REAL BOY. I miss my baby. I miss him. Come home. We have your favourite meal my love. Love you and your redemption arc yum yum. Come home to us. We miss you.

[ipatrichor]

dead boy detectives episode four thoughts

hey remember last post where i said last episode gave me everything I wanted. HOW ARE WE FEELING NOW BOYS. WE GOT THE BREAKDOWN!!! THAT MAN HAD AN EMOTIONAL OUTBURST AND COLLAPSED WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!!!!!

okay so i was wrong and charles' dad did not kill him. that's fine tbh I like this a lot, that he was essentially accidentally killed by his friends bc he stood up to them when they were bullying someone (? i think that's what the scene was implying. idk i was really excited about seeing him have a mental breakdown i might have missed something 😭). not to say that what they were doing was an accident, i just don't think they were trying to kill him i think they took the bullying too far and then maybe panicked when he died and covered it up, and that's why his death is unsolved? anyway very interesting! they truly do not miss with charles everything we've gotten from him is so great it makes me even more excited for edwin backstory haha

GOD CHARLES' BREAKDOWN.... that is everything i've ever wanted from a character repressing their emotions do u understand that. he got slammed into some of his worst memories, the most painful and traumatic moments of his life, and then with all those emotions back on the surface he went apeshit!!! i Love him getting aggressive to protect his friends (because that's really what he does, isn't it. he's the brains, i'm the brawn. god.) and then breaking down crying because he can't keep pretending like things are fine anymore, there's too much all at once for him to shrug it off. PHENOMENAL stellar acting stellar writing i love all of this i am eating it like soup!!!

and just. the things he was saying, about how he has to keep being positive he has to keep it together because if he doesn't who will? who else have they got to keep spirits up and stop the group from self-destructing? god it's. so good. i am not going to elaborate on some of that striking a nerve but. god. they gave me everything i wanted to see i love it so much!!! that is everything i hoped for from this story beat you understand!!!!

i wonder if maybe jenny is going to get an episode? or like a b-plot focused on her, something like that. the love letters seem like a plot thread that's going to be pulled on later, it just doesn't seem like this show to establish a mystery and then have it only be a background detail. we'll see tho ^^ i love jenny, i'd love to see more of her she's so fun. reminds me of a friend of mine tbh so i am biased, but also i deeply appreciate a woman with knives on a societal and also personal level 👍

okay can i just say. the night nurse (thank u noble for telling me her name <3) is kind of an asshole right. like i don't think she's evil she's doing a very necessary job, but it's actually delightful how ruthless she is about it. oh these two souls are refusing to move on? throw them into their worst traumas and the most painful moments of their lives to convince them there's nothing worth staying on earth for. sure, it's cruel, but who cares? it's efficient, and that's what matters. these are just children acting out to her, who don't understand the importance of what she does to keep everything in order. i love ruthless characters, and she's done so well she's so fun to watch

also. i do not think this is the last we've seen of her. like yeah she got fed to a sea monster but also she's literally from the afterlife and can travel back to earth wherever as long as she gets the permits. so. i think they bought some time, but that won't last long and they're still stuck in the town so i think she's far from done with them, and we'll see her again probably sooner rather than later (especially since she knows where they're staying)

crystal. my girl. beloved. PLEASE stop almost dying every episode it's bad for my blood pressure. you don't understand you're a living person which means they can kill you while still having you as a character on the show by making you become a ghost. you and niko don't have that safety net Please be more careful 😭

we got some really interesting lilith lore this episode, and it's got me thinking. a goddess of blood and wronged women... what about esther? she's been kidnapping and killing little girls, is that not wronging them? has it just not caught up to her yet because she's been making sacrifices, and if so what happens now that the squad has stopped her from kidnapping more kids? is she on some kind of time limit? this is So interesting I am deeply intrigued by the possibilities here...

the cat king was... there. okay i will admit the scene where he shapeshifted into monty and then charles was interesting. the implications are Fascinating, especially the order- he shifts into monty first and only briefly, but it doesn't seem to affect edwin until he shifts into charles. and then, edwin seems almost entranced until the yellow eyes show through which is. there are certainly implications! idk if it means anything besides instinctively trusting charles more bc they've known each other longer or something like that- especially considering this is netflix we're talking about, but then again the show got cancelled so maybe things did get gay! they've also set up edwin possibly having a crush on monty, or at least being unsure how he feels about him so. no idea but i am Keeping An Eye On That 👀

also. him saying he's never really been interested in/seen the appeal of kissing but now isn't sure whether it's something he wants... clutching grayro/demiro edwin to my chest. this is mine now he's one of us 👍

speaking of edwin, his moment there with niko at the end was really sweet. they're watching scooby doo together 😭 it's the perfect blend of their interests bc it's a detective cartoon.... their friendship is so cute holy shit. the simplicity and genuineness of their dynamic is so sweet, how edwin praises niko's detective work (telling her she's good at something very important to him!) and niko offers a listening ear without judgement as he works through what looks like it's shaping up to be a sexuality crisis. they mean so much to me... they're friends your honor!!!!

oh also charles and crystal kissed. idk man i don't have many thoughts on that. good for them 👍 I think the framing was sweet, in that the show sets up the kiss as the 'something real' crystal wants, but i will admit that part of me is disappointed because i wanted crystal and niko to get together. idk i thought they balanced each other out well, with crystal being subtle where niko is blunt and niko having hope where crystal is cynical, but. that's fine. i wasn't super invested. it's fine. no lesbians for me i guess... sad! oh well

all silliness aside, this episode was yet another Banger they simply do not miss!! the lighthouse ghost was such a fun character, and i love niko's kindness shining through again as she offers edwin red sea glass for courage and the walrus man green sea glass for emotional stability after telling him how she found the washerwoman. niko sasaki the woman that you are.... anyway i'm starting the next episode and then afterwards we'll see how i feel i might need to break for dinner lol

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Oh my god I'm so so sorry eva. It completely slipped my mind. I was going to follow up with what I wanted. I was trying to be dramatic. Girl (gn) I'm terribly sorry. But I was going to ask you to please give me your entire versainz thesis cause oh my god "after the battles comes the reward" was such an amazing fic. I was just going to ask you not to gatekeep your versainz brain and give me all the thoughts you had about them. I'm reading to read essays. The fic was amazing. The personalities were so contrasting to each other and at the end when Charles and max see each inherent and that whole moment was so guckin spectacular. I loved the whole thing. That's all I wanted to ask. Once again really sorry for leaving you hanging like that.

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i'm so so sorry anon for leaving you hanging like that, but i was not in the right place to answer and i wanted to answer this properly!! also don't apologize so much it's fineee!! :)) i should be the one apologizing because of how long this took 😭

okay so first of all thank you so much, i'm so happy you liked the fic!! <3 i have to put it under "keep reading" because i went kinda insane with it hehe

so my versainz thesis is partly reflected in the fic. i don't think it is appreciated enough how great their relationship is after all these years – even after all the "alleged" bullshit and toxic atmosphere that was going on in toro rosso (the toxic versainz was jos and sr, no one is changing my mind). they were each others' first teammates, they kinda eased into the whole f1 world together – young and eager and trying so so hard to beat each other because that is what you do, no? they tried to prove themselves (especially in the team that would get them to RBR) and still managed to be friends, to respect each other and that stayed with them till today. they both are sons of famous fathers so the expectations and pressure was even worse (from public? NO, from their own fathers) so that is another thing to bond on. why? one understood what the other was going through and he got why the mood was swinging here and there every day, and why the mood depend on if "he" was at the race.

another thing is that i am sure carlos was max' gay awakening (max wasn't carlos' because carlos was dense and way too convinced his dad is the god (iykwim)). they might not have been bestest of friends (they still kept their distance because they did not know having friends in this sport is ok), but you can see by every single of their interactions how much they respect each other. they have very contrasting personalities as well, which is so very compelling to me. as i portrayed it in my fic, max is all "no bullshit guy" when it comes to racing and he is not afraid to be blunt and tell how things are. all while carlos is calmer and more well spoken. if we combine them, it is perfect balance. i see max as the one that is overprotective - when he talked about how carlos felt in vegas 2023? that moment is integrated into my brain forever. on the other hand, carlos is the one that is calm, stands for what's right and protects his loved ones, but does it with more grace and peace. they just fit so well, because they are the definiton of thunder (but not really) vs calm (but also not really) (but for that we would need another convo lmao).

i just think these two are the definition of "right person at the very wrong time" because they understood each other (and still do), but the time was not right – too young, too soon, so much responsibility, distraction and so on... there are SO many things that speak so loudly about these two. like, they are not even "getting back together" trope, but "finding someone you loved again and it is finally a right time". also max is soft – soft and giggly but not many know it, but carlos does. and carlos loves it, which makes max even more soft.

the fact they started together and saw each other win – carlos even was right there (literally next to max, might i add) when max won his first wdc. the hug is so personal to me to this day. they just love each other, thank uuu

i would pay good money to have these two as teammates again to see the relationship and the dynamic and how it shifted now they are older and more experienced <3

so sorry it is so long actually haha, love u anon ! sequel to that versainz fic will come in the summer!

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ok so i started this ask earlier this morning and am just now getting aroundn to finish it so apologies if it's all over the place

vegas has been a lestappen weekend and I am thinking THOTs like honestly so much happened this race weekend and i am reeling

1. no1 vegas hater max verstappen saying that he's excited to go back i love him 😭😭😭 i'm so glad he had fun lmaoo. like i can just imagine him in the hotel with charles and reader the night before the race all huffy and upset because this whole weekend is a farce and he is NOT going to have a good time. and charles is just like "it's gonna be fine mon amour, i think at this point you're just determined to have a bad weekend and spoiling it all for yourself" and maybe yeah he is but in max's opinion that is NOT the point. anyways after the thrill of Racing™️ he's like "hmm okay yeah u weren't wrong, i had a good time" and charles is jsut liek "SAY IT WAS YOUR WHOLE CHEST PLZ !!!! I WAS RIGHT !!!!"

2. obsessed with carlos being all kinds of protective big brother vibes to werewolf!reader. like he sees max and charles crowding her and is just like 🤨🤨 "alright alright we get it, you love her, but let her work pls. if you keep crowding her i'm gonna call this sabotage" but he's also the one who goes "i pretend i do not see it" when he catches max trying to wiggle his way into the ferarri turf

3. there are mould your own dildo kits called clone a willy (don't ask me how i know) but i can see max getting one as like a gag gift or something and he's just like haha ok whatev. but the days go on and really the more he thinks about it the more appealing it is to have a custom dildo bc then he can fuck his two loves with his cock at the same time. and also he needs to know what his dick feels like, you know for scientific purposes. so anyways he gets charles and reader to help him and it is SO messy, positioning is important, and the amount of effort it takes to stay hard is ASTRONOMICAL. his dick is stuck in a tube of goo, it's not sexy. but now if someone tells him to go fuck himself he can. so he stays winning 😘😘🤩

4. i also really hope lando gots a nice long sleep after the race. like he sounded horrible on the radio. he needs a nice cuddle stat. i feel like we don't talk about werewolf lando a lot but

-🌠

GAHSJSJAKAJSJBSSKJA OH GOD

1. there’s something so funny about max suddenly changing his tune😭he was probably just happy to do some actual racing and know that the whole weekend was over after it, but it’s still hilarious. and I could see charles and reader giving him such shit over it, teasing him that the elvis race suit put him in a good mood and maybe they should keep it all year round (no, they should not. it’s a cursed wee thing. I want it gone)

2. CARLOS BEING AN OVERPROTECTIVE BROTHER PLEASE😭even the idea that she’s upset with them over something, it’s carlos who she goes to and his driver’s room that she stays in🥲but he would be so supportive of their relationship and definitely help hiding it when he can

3. I have seen the clone-a-willy sets in stores here, it’s so😭😭😭I know it’s this hot concept or whatever but it genuinely makes me cackle at the idea of these boys trying to follow the instructions. like charles is confused and max is convinced he doesn’t need instructions and it’s just such a mess. it would be so fucking funny

4. baby lando deserves all the hugs and cuddles and kisses after that crash :( but we do not talk about werewolf!lando near enough!!!

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 3

Author's note: Yes, the Charles on this chapter is Leclerc 😅 But think of him as his version from an alternative universe where he isn’t a F1 driver, just very posh 😁

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"Look at you. You look gorgeous, darling."

"Thank you, mum.”

"And you are wearing red, Charles favourite colour."

"Oh, please, don't start" I complain.

"Don't start what?"

"Trying to convince me to date him again. It isn't happening."

"Why not?"

"Have you forgotten that he cheated on me? Several times? That he was constantly partying and doing God knows what?"

"He doesn't do that anymore, his mother told me. He has reformed and wants to settle down, focus on his job and start a family."

"Good for him. But it won't be happening with me."

"What won't be happening with you?" my dad asks.

"Nothing. Should we go? We can't be late" I say, starting to walk towards the door.

"Do I want to ask?" I hear him whisper.

"It's nothing, just her stubbornness" my mum replies.

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"Eleanor!"

"Roberta" I say, hugging her. "Look at you, this dress is amazing!"

"It is, isn't it?" she replies, doing a twirl.

"Valentino?"

"Yep. Gotta support my country's fashion. And speaking of my country... The duke is here."

"Damiano?"

"The very same."

Duke Damiano, or the guy I had a very steamy summer fling last year, one that made it to all the newspapers and gossip sites.

"Are you going to talk to him?" Roberta asks.

"I shouldn't, my parents would kill me. The only man I'm allowed to talk to tonight is Charles" I say, rolling my eyes.

"I've heard he wants to settle down and find a wife."

"Yeah, that's what my parents also said. But he can keep looking, because I'm not her."

"You aren't who?" someone with an Italian accent says behind me.

"Charles' future wife" I reply. "It's good to see you again, Damiano."

"You too, princess" he says, kissing my hand. "Why are your parents still wanting you to marry that... boy?"

"Who knows" I shrug. "I didn't know you were coming today."

"It was a last minute thing. My mother insisted that I should come because the Spanish princess is also here."

"Parents" I chuckle.

"Indeed."

"Why don't we get ourselves something to drink, uh? It will help us deal with all this" Roberta says, looking around. 

I haven't had time to take a second sip of my drink, when I see him coming towards us. Charles. 

We've known each other since we were kids, my family always spending the summer at his family's huge house in Monaco. And since I can remember, they've told us we are destined to be together. I guess that's one of the reasons why we started dating a few years ago, because everyone kept saying it was meant to be. That, and because like Sophie said, he's stupidly handsome. I think I have never seen a more perfect face. 

"Evening, ladies. Duke" he says.

"Evening, Charles" Damiano replies. "I better go find that Spanish princess. It was a pleasure seeing you again, Eleanor" he says, kissing my hand again while giving me his most mischievous smile.

"Was that really necessary?" Charles scoffs.

"I don't know what you are talking about" I say, taking another sip of my drink. But I know pretty well that Damiano did that to piss him off. They never got along, and what happened last summer didn't help.

"Anyway, would you like to dance?"

"Nope."

"Ok... Then’t let’s talk."

"We are already talking.”

"Woke up with the wrong foot today?" he chuckles.

"I don't know. Maybe" I shrug.

"What about you, Roberta? You look very pretty today."

"Thank you" she says, using the same bored tone I used. 

"Fine, message received. You don't want to talk to me" Charles sighs. But as he is about to leave, my dad shows up.

"Charles, hello" he says, giving him a pat on the back. One that almost sends him flying across the room.

"Your majesty."

"How are you? How are the businesses going?"

"Good, good."

"That's great. Has Ellie told you about Canada?"

"Canada?" Charles asks.

"She's going there to support our boys at the World Cup."

"Oh, football. I'm not the biggest fan" he chuckles.

"France is one of the favourites" I say.

"I am not French" he replies. People have always mistakenly called him French despite being from Monaco, and it bothers him so much.

"Once you are there, do you think you could give Marcus Rashford my number?" Roberta says.

"What?" I chuckle. "Aren't you coming too?"

"I am. But they may not allow me to meet the players, and he seems so nice and lovely with everything he does to help people... And I also find him very hot."

"Fit. He's fit, right?" 

"Dad, what did we say about that word?" 

"Oh, yes, sorry” he laughs. “The one Eleanor finds handsome and attractive is Declan Rice, tho."

"I what?" I say, almost choking with my own words.

"You thought I didn't notice the way you were looking at him, uh?" he laughs again. "Eleanor, I'm your father."

"Who is this person with food as his surname?" Charles asks.

"No one" I say, my cheeks definitely the same colour as my dress.

"Oh, there is Alfred. Gonna go say hello. Bye" my dad says, acting as if nothing had just happened.

"Do you fancy that guy?"

"I don't fancy anyone, Charles. My dad was just being stupid. As usual."

"Yeah, sure" he says, giving me a suspicious look. "Anyway, since I'm not very welcomed here, I'm gonna see if I can find some of my actual friends. Ladies" he says with a little bow before disappearing among the crowd.

"Who is this Declan and why haven't you told me about him?" Roberta asks me.

"He's... He's one of the national team players I met the other day. One who is super handsome, and nice, and like my dad would say, fit. Very fit. And I... I have a huge crush on him."

"But is it a crush like when you fancy a famous person, or is it like a crush crush?"

"It is a crush crush. We flirted a bit, and I felt butterflies on my stomach every time he smiled at me. And we touched once, just barely, but... Dear God, Roberta. I can't remember the last time I felt something like that. Or if I've ever felt it, to be honest."

"Eleanor..."

"I know, I know. I'm fucked" I sigh. And in just a week, I'll be flying across the pond to support him and his teammates, definitely having to see him and spend time with him. What could go wrong?

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Chapter 6: London

2nd of July, 2022

London, England

Silverstone weekend

Fuck f1. She was lying on her sofa at her flat in London. She had tickets for Silverstone. Lewis gave them to her after she turned down the one Daniel tried to give her. Max texted her, saying it would be nice to have her there. He even tried to get Kelly to convince her. Carlos DMed her. Charles and George called. She hasn't attended a race since São Paulo. She was always turning down saying it was too fair and she was too busy in The Nederlands. 

When Ímola came, she was in Italy, but fortunately too far in Sicily with the family. But that time, unfortunately, she was in London on the exactly same weekend as Silverstone. She had no excuses anymore. Everyone wanted her to be in the Paddock again. But she didn't want to be there. Not because she didn't miss her friends, but because of Lando. He would be there and probably his girlfriend. Girlfriend. The one he left her in that hotel room in Santorini for.

...

Flashback: 

2 weeks after Santorini: 

The doorbell rang. Max was alone at home. Maybe it was Lando who had traveled to London to pick up his girl and bring her to their place. Max was planning on going out. He wasn't in the mood for being the third wheel that night. He opened the door "Did you forget your ke... Wow! Is that really you?" it was her "Hi, Max!" "Hey! Long time, no see" "Yeah, it's been a while" "How are you?" "Trying to feel better" "That's good" "Yeah" "Hum... So, what brings you here?" "Is Lando home?" "Lando? No" "Will he take too long to come back?" "I have no idea. He didn't say anything" "Oh! Do you mind if I wait for him? I want to give him his hoodie back, maybe talk...". He didn't see any problem in letting her come in and wait for his roommate, it would be good if they made amends, and he liked them together. But, then, Max remembered Lando was going back with his girlfriend. That encounter couldn't happen "I don't know if that's a good idea" "Come on! I play with you. Any game you pick". Tempting. "I don't think Lando would like it" "Why not? Is he mad with me?" "I think that should be the opposite, no?" "I am not mad anymore. I just want to talk and solve things with him. Please, let me get in and wait for him". Fuck, she was persistent. He would need to appeal to the truth "I really can't let you" "Why not? Give me a good reason" he licked his lips, then started to talk "Lando is coming over with his girlfriend" "Oh... Girlfriend?" Fuck, fuck, Fuck, million fucks "Look, darling, I am going out right now. Why don't you join me and I explain everything to you" she was sedated by the shock "Okay" "Great. Will grab my keys" "Max" "Hum?" "His hoodie" "Oh, thanks... Be right back"

...

They were sitting at a pub's counter. He ordered no alcoholic drinks cause he was driving, but she insisted on the alcoholic ones at least for her. "So, if you feel ready, I can start telling you what's going on" "Alright, elucidate me, please" "Do you remember Santorini?" how could she forget?:

 "I can't go out with you anymore" "Why it doesn't impress me?" "Look... I just can't" "I should have never slept with you. Why? Why did you come till here and look for trouble if you knew it would hurt me? I made it very clear I couldn't handle with this right now" "Because I couldn't let you sleep with the good looking Italian!" "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? IS THIS A FUCKING COMPETITION NOW!?" "I haven't said that" "Unfortunately I like you, not him, idiot. My life would be a lot easier if I had a crush on Giaro, not on you" "I..." "If that's all, please leave my hotel room" "I..." "Just leave now and never talk to me again, yes?" "Please don't be mad at me" "I can't believe you" "Please..." "Get out!"  

"Yes, I do" "Well, he was going to talk with you, try to make you less emotional, maybe end up things friendly, but..." Max paused "But..." "He received a text from this girl" "his current girlfriend?" "Yes" they kept a moment in silence "Is she Luisa?" "Do you know about her" "He commented about her" "Wow" Lando was really an asshole. He loved him, but he was a big asshole with girls. "I only told you that so you can leave them alone and move on with your life" she nodded "And because I think you are a sweet girl who deserves better than this whole situation" She smiled, insincere "Thanks, Max" "Please keep that a secret" "Of course, no one will know about it" "Thanks" he cleaned his throat "Can I buy you another round?" "Yes, please. Maybe 5 more" he laughed "5? How will you go back home like that?" "Can't you drop me there?" he smiled softly with his lips, she was actually suffering "Sure"'

...

Fuck. How could she attend a race and risk bumping into them? 

Her doorbell rang. "What the fuck?" She kept immobile on her sofa hoping whoever it was, would go away. The person rang the doorbell again. She was not getting up. "Give up" she mumbled. Then her phone started to ring. Shit, shit, shit. She rushed to turn the phone off, it was Lewis. She knew who was at the door. She grumbled, then dragged her body to the door, opening it definitely without a smile on her face. She showed Lewis her phone, his name on the screen "Really?" "Thought you were going to fool me?" The British man stated "Yes. But you are too smart for me" he chuckled "Come in, sir Lewis Hamilton" "Thanks" "Make yourself comfortable". She threw herself on the sofa again while Lewis took his coat off. Then, he joined her in the living room. "How are you doing?" "Shitty" she said with a pillow on her face "What is going on? I mean, you came back from Greece like someone has died in there. Then, you stopped attending races this season, and no one can convince you to go. Also, you are never in the UK anymore, you don't talk with any of the drivers you are friends with unless they look after you" "Who said something is going on? Can't I take a break from f1?" "You could. If you didn't love it" she did miss f1 "Well, maybe I don't love it anymore" "What happened on that trip?" "Nothing" he took the pillow off her face so she could see his face, the expression of disbelief "You really expect me to believe that isolating yourself in The Nederlands, stopping watch f1, and cutting contact with the drivers right before you come back from vacations are all coincidence?" "Yes?" "Come on! Tell me the truth. Did you fight with someone that resembles you f1?" She chuckled, bitter, she really couldn't fool Lewis "I wish" she took a deep breath "I got involved with someone" "So what?" "A f1 driver" "Did you really?" "Yes" "Who?! It was Giovinazzi?" She lifted her head "What? Why do you think is he?" "Well, you said it was a driver. It's the only former pilot that is almost your age and is not married I could think" "Who said it's a former pilot?" "It's a current?!" Lewis frowned, trying to figure out who it was, then he remembered Lando missed after Abu Dhabi last season and she couldn't go because she was on vacation in Santorini. The exact trip she came back depressed from "You and Norris?" "Ding ding ding. Correct answer! One point for Lewis Hamilton" her sarcasm was making the room heavy "No way! Doesn't he have a girlfriend?" "Another point for the British pilot!" she kept speaking like a reality show host "That's why you're avoiding the paddock" "Yes, good job, Sherlock Holmes" "Fuck! Tell me how it happened" she was not in the mood for humiliate herself "Basically, he was going out with both of us in the same time and at the end picked up her. It happened in Santorini after Abu Dhabi. Now I can't go to any paddock cause they are always together and I really don't want to see them together in front of me".

Lewis took a deep breath, he already has heard about Lando's reputation, but he would never imagine his friend would ever be a victim of it. "You should come anyway" "Haven't you heard me?" "I did. And I think you shouldn't let him think he won this battle" "But he did. He was the one who left. He's the one who's happy with his girlfriend. And I am the one who's pathetically running away alone" "Do you realize that you're the one who's letting him win?" she hummed, she didn't look from this point of view "It's not like I am telling you to get up and get him back, but to walk away from this situation with lipgloss on your lips, Prada shoes on your feet and, of course, with your head up." she smiled "Do you really want me to go, don't you?" "Yes. But also want to see you happy again" "By the way, shouldn't you be at Silverstone right now?" "I was on my way to Silverstone when I decided I would pass by and wouldn't leave without you" "You are too sweet" "So? What do you tell me?" "I think I can attend this weekend" "Good! Go get ready" "What do you mean, I am ready already" she was wearing grey sweatpants, a Dutch National Football Team jersey, and Goku socks. "You are kidding me, right?" "Of course. Do you think I would risk being mistaken for a McLaren supporter?" " So go change yourself! It's getting late already" He looked at his watch "Okay, okay". 

...

15 minutes later she came back wearing a long white dress with blue details on it, black Jimmy Choo high heels, a blue purse to match the dress, and a golden watch and bracelet. She also carried with her a sunglass.

"Wow! You look very beautiful" "Thanks" "Shall we go?" Lewis offered his arm to her"Sure!" she grabbed her bag and took his arm. 

In Mercede's car, Lewis started "So, Norris, huh? I didn't think he was your type" "What type do you think is mine?" "I don't know. Maybe someone more like me" she laughed "Nah, I'm joking, but he's too boyish for you" "What do you mean?" "You are a strong, pretty, independent woman. You are way too much for him, you know?" she smiled "Thanks. You are a good friend" he smiled back "Guess who will be at Mercedes's box" "Tom Cruise?" "Yeah" "Can I meet him?" "Sure. And you wanting to be home"

...

Silverstone never have been so good. She was received with a lot of warmth by George and Daniel. Even Max went to Mercedes's box to welcome her "You were missed around here, lady" she smiled at the Dutchman and gave him a hug. She also met Tom Cruise and all of her drinks were on him, he invited her to be his photographer for one of his projects. Everything was going really well till she decided to walk towards Ferrari's box to greet Charles and Carlos. Bad idea. The thing she was the most afraid of happened: she bumped into Lando and Luisa. She couldn't even pretend it didn't happen cause she let her VIP badge fall on the ground and Luisa was the one who saw "Lando, wait..." she squatted and grabbed the badge "Hey!" the model shouted, but she didn't seem to hear. So the Portuguese lady ran to her. Lando knew that back perfectly. It couldn't be. Was he going crazy? He wished he was, cause when his girlfriend touched her shoulder he saw her face. Maybe she wouldn't recognize Luisa, but she did, her paralyzed face made it very clear she knew who she was. Would she be mean and ruin his relationship? Tell his girlfriend that he was hitting both of them at the same time? And worst, tell her he was a big liar who left her just after fucking her? He must intervene, so he ran to join them. "Excuse me, you let it fall" Luisa showed her the badge "Oh! I... hum... thanks" She grabbed the badge, her hands were shaking "What are you doing, love?" Lando placed his hand on Luisa's back  "She let her badge fall on the ground. I was just giving it back". He felt unwell, he didn't know being that close to her again would be so hard. Her gaze moved up to meet Lando's and somehow, she let his name slip off her lips like a whisper "Lando..." "Hey..." they seemed to be lost on each other, like they were the only people in that paddock.

Luisa watched them "Do you know each other?" it was enough for Lando to get out of his trance "Yeah, she's Daniel's friend" he looked at her "This is my girlfriend Luisa. Hum... how's your name again?" she couldn't believe him "Hum... I must go. Nice to meet you, Luisa, thanks again for the badge" then she turned her back to them and continued to walk to Ferrari's box. "Is she okay?" Luisa asked "Yeah, probably yeah, guess she's shy" Luisa looked at him with a frown on her forehead "You know her, you should check if she's fine" "What? Why me?" "Alright, I go then" he held her arm "Fine, I go" she smiled and kissed his face "Meet you at McLaren's box" "Okay". He watched Luisa go so he could start looking for her.

...

Ferrari's box:

She didn't know how she walked till there. The air was heavy, and it was hard to breathe "Principessa!  You came" Charles welcomed her with open arms for a hug, but he could tell she wasn't well "What happened? I just bumped into Lando and his girlfriend" Charles frowned, he didn't see a problem "So what?" "He..." she was struggling with the tears "He..." Carlos placed his hand on her shoulder. He knew about the story "Come here" he opened his arms and she hugged him, letting everything out against his red suit "Can someone tell me what's going on?" "Let's take her to your room".

...

In Charles's room, they told him everything "That's why you are panicking?" "When he was introducing his girlfriend to me, he asked me my name" "He asked..." "he said: 'how's your name again?'" "Qué hijo de puta!" Carlos cursed " Beautiful, look at me" she looked at Charles "When I see him again, I'll kill him, okay?" she smiled "Let it go, Char. I appreciate it, tho" he hugged her "Let's go, I'll ask Charlotte to make you some company" "Okay". 

...

The first thing the Monegasque, the Spanish, and the Italian saw when going out of Ferrari's box was Lando Norris's face. Charles had his phone on his ear "Allo" Charlotte said on the other line "Je t'appelle plus tard, mon amour" he hung up and let her hand go, so he could punch the British's face. He walked toward Lando, angry, and stopped a centimeter from him "What is she doing here?" Charles didn't seem to be happy in collaboration, but took a deep breath and answered his friend "She's going to watch the race" "I meant right here in this garage, holding your hand" the Ferrari driver was getting stressed already "Look, Lando, I really like you, man, but with all the respect it doesn't concerns to you" "If you actually like me just answer the bloody question, mate" the older one licked his lips, stepped even forward and said in a firm, low, but hearable, tone "Just stay away from her" "Excuse me?!" "Stay away from her. Laisse-la tranquille. Stai lontano da lei. Capisci?" he repeated louder, angrier, authoritarian than before... And in 3 languages, he would put into practice his shitty Spanish if it needed to be done. 

It was enough for Lando "Who do you think you are, huh? Why don't you step back to your royalty life and your Monaco fairytale kingdom and let me talk to my..." Charles didn't give a shit about those labels "Your what? As far as I know, you are at odds with each other. You took away the one night stand, girlfriend, and friend title from her. The damage you caused to her, you've got no right to talk with her. So just walk away again and stay away from her" "Fuck you!". Charles had his fist tightened closed and had no need to be a specialist in body language to see Lando had his jawline so clenched that he could break Charles's face just for looking at the Monegasque." Charles, non! S'il te plait, le frappe pas!" "I won't punch your face right now just because she asked to" Charles warned Lando. "Now you are with him?" Lando asked directly to her "I don't know... who are you, again?" Carlos held his laugh slip "Even you Carlos?" "Bro, don't come put the blame on me. This is your fault, you should have been honest with the girls" Carlos defended himself "My fault?!" he chuckled "This's her fault! She mixed everything up!" "Right! Cause all the things you told me in Santorini weren't true. I just failed to detect your lies" "I... I did mean those" he said in a low tone "Go away, Lando" Charles turned him by the shoulders "Go back to your girlfriend and forget about her". Charles extended his hand to her "Let's find Charlie" "Okay" she grabbed his hand "Bye, Carlos" "Bye". Carlos walked toward Lando and tapped his back "Do what Charles told you, bro. It's the best for the both of you"

//

Almost 3 months later: September, 2022

London, England 

Ding dong

She was watching Lucifer when someone rang her doorbell. She paused the TV and looked through the peephole. Lando? "Haha, speaking on the devil" she thought. Did he expect her to welcome him in her place? He rang the doorbell again, she took a deep breath and opened the door. He couldn't look more surprised, he wasn't expecting her to open the door, at all "What are you doing here?" "Hi!" she wasn't going to greet him. He cleaned his throat "Can we talk?" "Now you wanna talk" "I... Didn't know what to say before" she arched an eyebrow "I know now" Silence" "You are right, I should've talked to you before" She didn't believe a single word he said but she really wanted an apologize "Come in" she left the door open and walked towards the living room from where she should've never left. He entered the house, closed the door, and followed her. He had never been in there, but finding the way to the living room wasn't any difficult due to the strawberry lipgloss and green apple shampoo fragrance trail, her scent, she had left behind. The whole place smelled like her, maybe if he asked nicely she would let him have an object from there so he could smell her 24/7. Or if he was annoying enough she would throw one of them on him. 

She turned the television off, throwing the remote on the sofa "Want anything?" 'You' he thought "I'm good" "Well..." she crossed her arms and leaned her butt on the sofa's arm. Lucky sofa. "You can start talking" she demanded "Okay, hum..." he lifted his hand to pass through his hair, but middle way she stopped him "Don't you dare pass your fingers through your hair. I can't concentrate when you do that" he tucked his hands on his pockets "Thanks", she muttered "First of all, I guess I owe you an apologize" "You guess?" "I know I owe you an apology" she kept silent, staring at his face "I'm sorry" "Okay" "For real" she still didn't believe in anything, not anymore "Alright" "Why do I have the feeling you don't believe in me?" "I don't know. What exactly are you apologizing for?" "For what I've done to you" "Lying or leaving? Or lying for the reason you left? Or for after doing all of these things, blaming me? Or for pretending we barely knew each other in front of the reason you left? Or for introducing her to me as if nothing has happened? Or for all of those?". She was very mad with him, anyone could tell, and for making it worse she hadn't had the opportunity to yell at him yet. He frowned, he knew what he had done, she didn't need to throw it all on his face and... 'Pretending we barely knew each other in front of the reason you left'!? What the hell she meant?! "What do you mean?" "Which part?" "Pretending we didn't know each other in front of the reason I left" "You know what that means" "I left because you asked me! You also asked me to never talk to you again!" "Right. If you actually cared about that, you wouldn't be here now" Shit! She was right. He took a deep breath and asked her suppressing all his anger "Why do you think I left?" "I know why you left" she paused before saying in a low tone "Another girl. The one you've been dating since Santorini" he threw his head down, he couldn't be more ashamed of himself "What do you know about it?" "She texted you, you made a choice and the choice was to give up on us" Her voice was pure melancholy and she couldn't look at him as well "I mean to give up on me. We never existed for you" "It wasn't that simple" "Really?! Because if I well remember you were out of my room less than 2 minutes before I entered the bathroom. You didn't stand to fight. It was very simple". He didn't have anything more to say except a truthful "Sorry" which she recognized "Thank you" silence 

"Why have you left? I mean, I know why, but why did you fly to Santorini straight from your f1 car to tell me it wasn't sexual only��if there was another girl? Because I opened myself for you. I told you about my traumas and I believed in your words. Even so, you did exactly what I told you you were going to do and you swore you weren't. Why did you have all this work?" "I did mean all of these, but... it has her, and she became my weak point during that time" She swallowed the crying and agreed "So you should have kept your ass in Abu Dhabi" "I know. I really don't know why I looked after you" 'it was probably your cocksucker ego' she thought "Okay" "It was Max who told you about that?" "Max Verstappen?" "Max Fewtrell" "Who else would be?" "Son of a bitch" and easily his anger woke up "He's a dead man" she uncrossed her arms and stood up "Don't do anything to him, he had the best intentions" "Really?! Which ones? Fuck with me? Was he part of your revenge plan?" " "No, idiot. I came to him and I was going to look after you and I was very determined to do it and Max knew it was going to be a big atomic bomb in your relationship so..." she took a deep breath" "He probably saw that as the only possible way to stop me from blowing it all over you. And he was right, I would never humiliate myself like that. So I gave up." he looked angry still "He was protecting you and I don't have the interest in ever talking about it to anyone. So there's none to worry about". She touched his hand slightly to pass some security to him. And then, he was calmer, she had this power to calm him down. He smiled, remembering himself sleeping on her belly after days of sleeping awfully "How can you still be so nice to me?" "Doing bad stuff to people you love even when you're mad with them isn't love" "Love. How can you..." "I wonder the same every day for a year now" "Right" "Do you promise you won't kill Max?" "No" she giggled, he did the same "You have to promise me. Not that I will believe you but..." "Alright, no murdering" "Thank you" they remained in silence. "Hey" "Hum?" He turned serious "I'm sorry" her joy died again and she nodded "You have said it already. Twice" "But you didn't seem to accept it" "I'll. Eventually" "That's good" "Okay" "Will we see in Suzuka?" "Possibly" "If you do it, It will be a big pleasure" "Can't say the same" "Stop with it! I know you love me" "Alright, you crossed the line. Out of my house!" she said, authoritarian "I ain't going to commit the same mistake again".

Her armature feel off her body, he could feel the raw feelings exposed radiating out of her "I..." she blushed, couldn't speak, she didn't even remember her own name. And of course, he wouldn't miss the chance of winning the game again. He stepped closer to her, took her hands on his own, and watched, delightful, she simply watched without knowing how to or what she should do in response, such as a virgin. 

He said in a low tone "I ain't going anywhere" She had her mouth half opened and he was sure he was going to fantasize about all of the dirty stuff that picture had brought to his mind later "So you should get used to having me around again" she wanted to kiss him, rip his clothes off, make he pays for the pain he put on her through, make he beg for her, as Christian Grey did with Anastasia without a specific reason, but she would lose the game and she wasn't going to plead for armistice any soon. Also, he had a girlfriend, she was not going to do anything with a taken man. So she approached his face, so close he prepared himself to close his eyes and moisturize his lips already, and said "Let's see, then" and stepped back again "If that's all, you can leave already. The door it's this way". Bitch.

He should've predicted it "You're being very impolite" "And if you don't leave now I'll call the police" "No, you won't" "Do I look like I'm full of shit?" "Okay, it's getting late already" "Yes, it's" he made his way to the door where she waited for him. She opened it and he stood in front of her "Also, you were mistaken" she said impatiently "What?" "I don't have a girlfriend anymore" "You..." and faster than his f1 car, he stole a brief peck from her and ran for his life before she could punch his face. She didn't know what to feel, but smiled with his action, closing the door and wondering how could she continue the day after that?

//

Later that day

Woking, England: 

"Maximilian Daniel Fewtrell!" Max hadn't heard those words in such an authoritative tone since he moved out from his parents's house. He paused the game and turned the chair towards Lando, whose voice he had recognized and just for the expression on his face he knew something wasn't right "What's going on?" without thinking twice, the f1 driver took off his white Nike airs and threw it at Max's head, who crossed his arms in front of the face to protect himself "ARE YOU BLOODY INSANE?!" he shouted, red of anger "You were bloody insane!" "The hell is wrong with you?!" "Can you give me a reasonable reason for you to tell her I left Santorini because Luisa had texted me?". Max paralyzed, took his headphones off and placed the remote on the table "So she let you talk, huh?" "What's your problem?!" "I saved your ass, mate!" "Oh, really?! Ruining my chances forever with her?" "You had a girlfriend! She was here. Her pretty face, perfect ass, her broken heart, and your Quadrant hoodie. She said 'I want to give it back to him, do you think he would be here soon?' Yes, you were.! You were coming over with the girl you were dating which, if I didn't give her a good reason to run over this place forever, wouldn't have been your girlfriend anymore. So, yeah, I saved your relationship, and yourself from having to explain to the two ladies you hit on at the same time. And more, you had it all for the small price of having her out of your life forever. Or at least the romantic part of it". Lando paused, he was thinking about the Quadrant hoodie:

Lando was packing to Ibiza. He, his girlfriend, and a couple of friends were going on vacations there. He grabbed a white shirt to take with him, but with it, he dropped a black hoodie "Shit" he placed the shirt on his bag and came back to put the hoodie back in the wardrobe. Accidentally, he unfolded it: the Quadrant hoodie he left with her "How do you end up here?" he asked to the hoodie. Lando walked to Max's room with the cloth on his hands "Hey, Max" "What's up, mate?" "Do you know something about that?" Max glimpsed the hoodie "It's a Quadrant hoodie, bro" "Yes, but... it was with someone. How did it end up here again?" Max looked at the hoodie again, that time with attention "Oh! That hoodie. I washed it, ironed and folded" "Did you meet with her?" Damn! Should he tell what happened to Lando? Probably not at that moment, he would ruin vacations "Nah. I was home once and a pack arrived" "Oh! Alright" he smelled it "Why did you have to wash it?" "What?!" "Nothing" he went back to his room to finish packing.

When Lando came back to reality, he finally said "You know that's not a small price" he muttered "Sorry for this. And for making it a secret but I didn't find another better way" He sat on the sofa's arm "That's because it doesn't have another way. At least not that I wouldn't take the responsibility for the whole situation" "Yeah..." Max stood up and collected the shoe from the floor, walking towards Lando and giving it back to him "Sorry for being angry. You did that thinking about me" he grabbed the shoe "Thanks" he muttered "It's fine, mate. Come here" Max hugged the blonde guy who hugged him back, resting his head on the brunette's shoulder "You know something?" "Hum?" "Daniel is not my middle name" he lifted his head and unmade the hug "No?!" "No" he said almost inaudible "What is, then?" "Bradley" "Right!" he said prolonging the i "That's right. I remember now. My mistake, mate" "In this case, I should change my name to Sochi"

Lando looked with a serious expression at Max, but his roommate could only laugh. The McLaren driver looked at the shoe and then at Max "You should thank her later" "For what?" "She made me promise I wasn't going to kill you" "So?" "That's why you're still breathing" "Oh, shut your mouth" he walked back to the chair "How was with her, by the way?" he placed the sneaker on the floor and took the other off "Tense" "Tell me something new. It's always tense between the both of you" he unpaused the game "She heard me, didn't believe in my apologies, threw all the shit I've made on my face, turned sad because of it, I apologized again, she still didn't seem to believe, then sent me out off her place, I said I wasn't going to commit the same mistake again, it made her vulnerable, she kept defensive still, convinced me to not kill you and to leave, I asked her if we were going to meet in japan, she said yes, I told her I am single, then I stole a brief kiss from her and now I'm here" he laid on the sofa "So you got her back" "Definitely" "Good luck in your old drama" "Old and hard" "True. What's the next step?" "Revive old memories" "How?" "That's easy, mate..." he paused, lost in the memories. He smiled at the reminiscences ".... even when things were rough between us, when we were together things were also good. Very good. She and I, we're more than unforgettable. The difference is that this time I ain't going to fuck up everything" "Oh, that's something I believe seeing only" "You'll. This time it's going to be perfect". Lando didn't believe in his words either, but he was going to try. 

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[celticcrossanon]

Hello Celta, it was also a new moon last night/this morning, August 16th morning or overnight wherever you are. believe the new moon is in Leo. I’m so over Charles not resolving the issue of Harry one way or another. All the decisions or non- decisions were made by Elizabeth, and Charles is simply continuing on the tradition of non decision decision-making. Not choosing to act is a choice, a decision.

From reading your interpretation of the meaning of the cards of your attempted reading, I get an avoidance energy from dear old CSW, like she’s deliberately throwing up confusion, like dust in our eyes. It’s funny I never had much of an opinion of her over the years. But I’m seeing her now as a very dark horse. We see now she was/is adept at playing in the shadows to further her agenda to emerge as quite the power player after Elizabeth.

There’s been talk among like minded blogs about her agenda, particularly vis a vis the coronation. The non release of even existence of photos of the King and the Wales line after the coronation, ie Charles and the heir and the heirs family. Instead we get Charles and CSW with her grandkids. Their names and her dogs names sewn into her coronation/wedding gown.

There’s talk of her desire to have her kids be titled. Except the thinking was it would look unseemly and too much in this time of Charles ‘austerity’. Lol. His ‘austerity’ that made him demand Catherine not wear tiaras or new clothes at both his coronations. Bloggers were complaining that Catherine wore a rewear at the Scottish event. My guess is that Charles on SCW behalf made ‘demands’ on Catherine, just because she can, and just because she’s the height of snobbery where Catherine is concerned. That she is behind the absence of Catherine at the opening of Parliament last year, and Catherine’s absence this November. The date is set for when William and supposedly Catherine will be in Singapore for Earthshot.

By the way, the France state visit is still on for this September for Charles and CSW. Watch out for her to wear all the diamonds and tiaras and crowns in the vault, just like Germany. Poor CSW, it’s all she has now. And subterfuge, she’s always had that, now we see it clearly. She’s been leading Charles by his little head all this time, and he can’t say no to her. Not even for his own bloodline. So yeah, decisive Charles, ah no. You can’t expect miracles here. Expect Charles to make a non-decision decision about everything, especially Harry. I’d be happy to be wrong though.

Hi AnonymousRetired,

The gossip does say that Camilla is a big influence on Charles, and when the courtiers want something done they go to her as she will then convince Charles to do it, so I think we do have to take into account her behind-the-scenes influence.

I believe the date for the State Opening of Parliament is set by Parliament itself and not the King, so I am not sure how much influence Charles and Camilla would have on that date. I don't know whether it is presented to them as 'this is happening on this date', or whether the date is decided in consultation with their staff and their schedules (which sounds more likely to me), or if it happens in another way. In all other areas Charles and Camilla appear to work as a team, with her being the greatest influence on his decisions. She does appear to be pushing her family forward to either be seen as equals with or to try and overshadow the blood royal. If you look at history that sort of behaviour rarely ends well.

I feel that it has got to the stage where Harry has to be dealt with. It does not have to be anything drastic, but the King needs to make a clear line between working royals and non working royals. Making the distinction clear on the royal website would be a very good start, as would not naming Harry as a Counsellor of State. As long as the lines are blurred Harry and Meghan can continue to exploit that and claim that they are a bigger part of The Firm than they real are (which is 0%).

Added: Thank you for the New Moon information. I think that had something to do with my confusion as well, as that New Moon hit several sensitive spots in my chart. Now I am waiting for things to settle down, which they should do in a few days (when Mercury, a fast moving planet, moves off my natal Uranus).

[iwonderwh0]

Just another short scene I wanted to share (implied hankcon)

73 (bpm)

It seemed like Hank had made it his personal mission to find the kind of music that Connor likes. He just refused to believe that Connor didn't find any amusement in it and was convinced that it was simply a matter of listening to the wrong kind of music. He could fix that, at least so he thought. All he needed was to find the "right" genre or even just one song for Connor to like in order for him to fully "get it". Therefore, from that point on, all kind of playlists of different genres were played for all car rides.

At first it was nice. Hank liked talking about all the different artists as he introduced more of them with each passing day. However, over time, Connor noticed that every time he remained indifferent to another "timeless classic" Hank grew increasingly frustrated with him.

This is not to say that Connor didn't try to find the right words every time Hank asked for his opinion. He would always say something nice about every song he was asked about, but as he quickly learned, this strategy had its downfall. It turned out that Hank intentionally played him some "garbage" among "normal music" to check if Connor would see the difference. He never did.

After a while, Hank stopped asking altogether, although the tradition of playing a new playlist every car ride instead of Hank's usual playlist or radio remained in place. As Connor realized, this was probably because Hank still held out hope that Connor would eventually like something.

So, he started to look for patterns. Years, artist names, keys, chord progressions...He wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for until one discovery caught his attention enough to vocalize it.

"Oh, this one is interesting." he said as "Hallelujah, I Love Her So" by Ray Charles was playing from car speaker. They just parked and Hank was reaching his hand to turn off the music, but he stopped right there the moment Connor spoke.

"You serious?" Hank turned his head to see if the other was joking, he glanced at him skeptically "Of all songs, this?"

"Not only this, also 'Mayonnaise' by the Smashing Pumpkins, 'I get around' by The Beach Boys, as well as 'I don't love you anymore' by Tyler the Creator and 'No surprises' by Radiohead, although this last one is 3 beats off...There are more. Do you want me to list them all?

Hank's confusion became visible on his face. He tried to recall each song from the list in his memory, but there seemed to be no connection between them, at least not the one he could pinpoint.

"Why?" he asked after a pause.

"They are all 73 bpm," explained Connor.

"What's so special about it?"

"Resting human heart normally has a rate between 60 to 100 beats per minute, although for some individuals this number is a bit lower or higher." Connor looked at Hank with a small nod, "For you, this number is 73. You also have a slight arrhythmia," he squinted, "you should probably check that."

Although at this point it was just shameless pick up line, it worked just as intended. Hank's heartrate instantly went from 73 up to 119 beats per minute, he sighed nervously and pretended to look at something really interesting out of the car window to his left.

"Now it's in synch with 'For whom the bell tolls' by Metallica at 119 beats per minute" Connor said without even trying to hide a smirk.

"You know what you're doing, right?" Hank asked.

"I am perfectly aware."

[acswinburne]

As an ra, have you ever had to deal with any ~weird interactions with your profs? Especially male ones… I’m an ra and I get along real well with my prof. I try to keep things professional though. Recently I keep getting a vibe that he’s trying to come on to me and he is a little bit flirtatious. I’m just at a loss about how to deal with this.

Hi anon!! I have, unfortunately (but what seems to be not _exceptionally_) a lot of experience on that front. It's not something I am particularly comfortable sharing on a public blog, but I'd be happy to talk to you if you feel comfortable PMing me here.

I absolutely believe you should trust your gut, though. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not particularly professional with the people I'm an RA for (nothing romantic/sexual etc., but I would absolutely consider them close friends--which is not great in terms of drawing boundaries). However, there have been moments where I ignored the alarm bells in my head, either because I convinced myself that I'm making a big deal out of nothing, or because "that's just the way things are/maybe the prof does not understand what he's implying [LOL]". 9.9 times out of 10, there _is_ something wrong, and I now know that 0.1 can be risked if it means to keep my well-being in the long run.

What you can do in situations like these:

If you trust your prof enough, I would recommend talking about this to him! It doesn't even have to be directly. Something along the lines of "my friend acswinburne on tumblr (or alternatively, the real Algernon Charles Swinburne, the Victorian poet) has had this weird experience with her prof. I'm glad I'm not in her position and no one is coming on to me!" can work. I imagine there are more eloquent ways of saying it, this could quickly establish a boundary and communicate that you are not interested).

If you feel like he is being a bit more than subtle, or if you cannot trust him with a conversation like the one mentioned above, I would absolutely recommend talking to another professor. If you are on good terms with your advisor, your advisor, if not, anyone who you feel comfortable will do. They might tell you if this is a pattern of behaviour, subtly warn their colleague about professionalism, or guide you to the appropriate body in your university. University staff are often very sensitive to harassment cases (not saying that your situation is necessarily one) and will absolutely take you seriously. They are also supposed to work in utmost confidentiality, so if you want to go to them without asking them to take any action against your prof, they will be more than happy to lend an ear (and give advice, if you ask for it).

Your uni should have an harassment committee that you can write to. I will add my personal experience here, though: if you write to them with something "small" like "I fear my prof is coming onto me", they may either tell you to suck it up, or, pretend like you just accused your professor of assaulting you. Unfortunately, these committees don't always work like they should, and are hard to get under control once you communicate them your troubles. I feel awful as I type this, I really don't want to dissuade people from talking to professionals, but I also feel like I have heard/had enough wayward experiences to put this as a risk. If you can, it would be for the best to check the reputation this committee has amongst feminist groups/RAs in your uni.

What you should _not_ do:

Subtly Very bluntly come out as a lesbian after inventing yourself a girlfriend "who goes to another uni" (in another CONTINENT) and talk about her almost all the time. Magically break up with her six months later when you are no longer an RA. It did work on my first RAship, but I felt like I was twelve and trying to be cool.

In any case, please, please don't keep these anxieties to yourself! It always helps to talk, especially on matters like this. I understand that the power dynamic between you and your prof. makes it extremely challenging to speak out, or to even process moments of unprofessionalism, but _trust me_, silence will not do you any good. Though I cannot help as much as your faculty may be able to, I am more than happy to listen to you. I know how hard this whole thing is, and I hope all gets resolved soon!