I Promise - CL16
Pairings: Charles Leclerc x model!reader
a/n: this is my first time writing on tumblr, so let me know what you think!! also, this is not proofread, so feel free to message me if you find anything! enjoy!!
You were going to be gone for a week for a photo shoot with Vogue. This meant that you were going to miss a whole week of Charles's summer break. You tried to tell him that you were sorry and would make sure to call him, but he seemed to brush you off. This was unusual, as he would normally at least have some sort of reaction. As you were preparing to leave that morning, Charles seemed very eager to help you pack up and get out of the house. This was also strange, but you decided to brush it off. You had started to see over the past few weeks that Charles had begun to be more distant. You thought it was due to stress from work, but now you were starting to suspect that something else was going on. A few weeks prior, you had told him to plan a dinner reservation for your two-year anniversary, but when the day arrived, he seemed to have completely forgotten. Another time, when you surprised him at a race, he didn't seem too excited to see you. Sure, he smiled at you from time to time, but he seemed to be trying to avoid you the whole time you were there.
Sitting on the plane hours later, you awoke to your phone buzzing nonstop. You checked, and to your surprise, you saw a news article heading, "F1 Driver, Charles Leclerc, Seen With Mystery Girl on Yacht Who Does Not Appear To Be Y/N". At that moment, everything made sense. He had been seeing someone else. With tears in your eyes, you continued to read other articles about this strange mystery girl. You thought she looked familiar, but you couldn't quite figure out where you had seen her before. With shaking hands, you dialed his number on your phone. You clicked the call button, but it went straight to voicemail. You tried calling him again, but you received no answer. Of course, there was no cell service 30,000 feet in the air. You put your phone down and tried to distract yourself for the rest of the plane ride but ended up spiraling down your thoughts. Two full years with the man you thought was going to be your forever, gone. You thought of the countless times Charles had told you about how you two were going to get married, have two kids, and adopt another dog to keep Leo company. All of it was gone. Surely this couldn't be real. A few minutes later, the pilot announced that he would begin descending the plane.
When the plane landed, you rushed to get off the plane and ordered an uber to your hotel. When you arrived in your room, you decided to text Charles.
Of course, he was making up another excuse. This wasn't the first time, as he had done this many times in the past few weeks. He couldn't be in a meeting because his summer break had just started. The following week flew by, and before you knew it, you were turning the handle to your shared apartment. You walked in to find Charles sitting on the couch texting someone on the phone, with a huge grin on his face. He quickly sent another message, shut off his phone, and turned towards you. "Ma chérie! Didn't expect you to be home this early!" "Yeah, I caught the earliest flight here this morning. And just so you know, I saw the news articles about you." "What articles?" "Don't play dumb with me right now Charles. I know you're cheating." "What? No! She's just a friend! It's Alex, you've met her countless times! I was hanging out with her because her boyfriend broke up with her, and she said she needed something to take her mind off of it. I was just being a good friend!" "Okay then, care to explain these pictures? They don't look too 'friendly' to me!" You pulled out your phone and showed him the pictures you had screenshotted from the articles you had read.
"Okay, okay! Maybe I was being a little more than friendly, but it didn't mean anything, I promise!" "No Charles! You don't get it! You can't just go out with another girl whem I'm gone and expect me to be totally fine with it! We're done, and I'm leaving! Don't try to contact me." And with that, you went into your shared bedroom, grabbed a suitcase, and shoved most of your belongings into it. You left as quickly as you had come, and you texted your friend, who'd agreed to let you come stay with her. You blocked Charles on all social media platforms, which caused fans to create theories. For the time being, you couldn't deal with that, so you spent most of your time off your phone.
A month later, while you were home alone, you heard a knock at your door. You thought it was your friend, who had come home early from visiting her family, so you had rushed to open it. To your surprise, you saw Charles, stumbling around with very noticeable eye bags, and you could smell the alcohol reeking from his breath. You fought the instinct to slam the door in his face and decided to hear him out. "Charles? It's 12AM - what are you doing here? Wait, how did you figure out I was here?" "Ma chérie, please. Give me another chance. I messed up, and I realized you are the one I need. The one I love. Please, I love you, and I will do anything to prove it to you." "Charles, are you drunk? If you are, then I'll talk to you when you're sober." "No, please don't make me leave. Please let me inside." You looked at him with sorrow and hesitantly agreed to let him inside. Charles stumbled in and soon fell asleep on the couch. You didn't have to worry about your friend for the time being, as she was supposed to be back in a week. However, you had no idea how to explain it to her whenever she got back. You went back to your room and got ready for bed.
The sun shone in through the blinds inside the guest bedroom, and you got out of bed to get ready. You walked out of the bathroom after getting ready and saw Charles standing in the kitchen eating something. You had completely forgotten about what had happened last night. "Charles?" you called out. "Oh, hey! I made you some pancakes with the stuff I found." "Thanks, Charles, but listen, we need to sit down and have a conversation about y'know, last night." "About that, I'm sorry for showing up so abruptly. I was at the bar, and the drinks were getting to me and then I ended up here. It was all a mistake." "So you didn't mean anything you said about wanting to try again?" "Yeah... uh, no. I- it all happened really fast. One moment I was with Carlos at the bar and the next thing I knew I was here. I know you're still upset with me, but please, give me a second chance. Let me prove to you that I can be better." Charles appeared sincere, you could see it in his eyes, as they started to water. "Charles, I-I don't know, everything is still so fresh. I don't know if I can just forgive you like that. Yes, I still love you, but I don't know if I'm ready to try again yet." The truth was, you had missed him more than anything. Yes, he had hurt you and had broken and shattered your heart into a million pieces, but you still loved him. "Please, ma belle, I'll do anything." "Charles shut up." After saying this, you walked over to him and tiptoed to kiss him. He didn't understand at first, but he began kissing you back after a few moments. "I missed you, Charles. Promise to not break my heart again?" "I promise."
a/n: the end! i hope you all enjoyed! let me know if i should turn this into a series!! thanks for reading!
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Born in Waltham, Massachusetts, Sonja Blomdahl earned a B.F.A. degree in 1974 at Massachusetts College of Art, where she studied with Dan Dailey. In 1976 she spent six months at Glasskilan, the Orrefors glass factory in Sweden. In 1978, while working as Dailey's assistant at Pilchuk Glass School in Stanwood, Washington, she observed Italian glassblower Checco Ingaro's use of the incalmo technique, which involves joining two bubbles of blown glass. This technique suited Blomdahl's exploration of symmetrical form and color in glass spheres. Blomdahl has held teaching positions at Pratt Fine Arts Center in Seattle, Haystack Mountain School of Crafts in Deer Isle, Maine, and the Appalachian Center in Smithville, Tennessee. Kenneth R. Trapp and Howard Risatti Skilled Work: American Craft in the Renwick Gallery (Washington, D.C.: National Museum of American Art with the Smithsonian Institution Press, 1998) Photograph by Alexandra C. Otto. Courtesy of Sonya Blomdahl Studio Sonja Blomdahl, B 1095, 1995, blown glass, 18 1⁄2 x 12 in. (47.0 x 30.5 cm.) diam., Smithsonian American Art Museum, Museum purchase, 1995.51
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Hi, I just want to tell you how much I love Character & Caricature! It helped me when I was just starting to recover from the trauma of the pandemic, when I lost the freedom that I need and when "the soft animal of my body, (loving) what it loves" became "the rough beast". It seems like a version of Beauty and the Beast (possibly more the original fairytale than the Disney version?) with Gwen as Belle and Prinny as the Beast.
Oh my gosh, thank you so much! It's such a sprawling patchwork story. I'm so happy it's brought you joy! The tale itself feels like a beast to me sometimes, a chimera that combines such different aspects of what I like to do as a writer. I started writing it in a really dark time in my life and I think that's why it's so much about healing, safety, and indulgence. I needed an escape. I'm so honoured that you found shelter with Gwen and Prinny too. <3
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