#charles xavie fic

[f1-stuff]

for the wip asks: the mechanic au 👀 there is no where near enough mechanic aus and a charlos one sounds INCREDIBLE.

(P.S. i actually love ur blog. you always make me laugh 🫶)

🥹 Aw, I'm glad!! Thank you for sending an ask! This was actually one of my first F1 WIPs, but it was requiring sooo much research that I took a break that turned into a complete abandonment. But hopefully, I'll go back to it one day!

Here's a little snippet I wrote for Charles' first day in the paddock 💪

The only word his brain has the capacity for after the first day is tired. 

The minute they land in Melbourne, they’re heading to the track to begin setting up the garage for the arrival of the cars. Charles gets issued a full team kit, including socks with the Ferrari logo. As soon as he puts them on, he finally feels like it’s real. It’s really happening.

“You’re, Charles, yes?” one of the mechanics asks him in Italian while they’re setting up. “From Monte Carlo?”

He nods. “Yes, nice to meet you...”

“Alessandro. But you can call me, Alé. I believe we’re roommates.”

“Nice to meet you, Alé,” Charles says, shaking his hand. The other man seems young, but still older than Charles. “What do you do?”

“I’m a gearbox mechanic,” Alé says, smiling. “And I operate the front-right gun for the pit. My first race was Melbourne in 2017. So I know what you’re feeling right now.”

“And what am I feeling?” Charles asks, arching a brow in challenge.

“Scared as shit,” Alé says, grinning. Charles laughs, but he doesn’t have the heart to correct him. He’s not scared - if anything, he’s the most ready he’s ever felt. But he doesn’t think anyone would believe him if he said so. “Your Italian is not bad.” 

Charles knows this means it’s quite good, otherwise Alé wouldn’t have said anything. “I’ve been learning since I was a child.” Alé nods.

“Is it ‘Sharl’ or ‘Charles’?” Alé asks, pronouncing it with and without the ‘s’ sound at the end.

“Either is okay,” he says, shrugging. “I like both.”

“Well, you’re very easygoing,” Alé says, chuckling. “Very polite.” Charles smiles, but it occurs to him that maybe he’s being made fun of. He brushes it off though, focusing back on what he’s doing.

Everything, of course, becomes even more real when the cars arrive and he has to begin his real work. He’s been assigned especially to the brake department, as they’ve started to see a brake overheating issue and needed someone dedicated to monitoring them and replacing parts if necessary. 

He records the thickness of all of the brake pads and discs, so he can later examine the wear after practice and qualifying sessions. It’s a clockwise circuit, so Charles in addition to putting the slightly denser brake pads at the front of both cars, installs the heaviest at the left-front brake. They’re meant to all be the same size, but there are always slightly heavier pads and discs.

In addition to this job, he’s also part of the car crew for what will this year be Carlos Sainz’s car. He knows a bit about Sainz - he’s had a successful few seasons in Formula One already, particularly last year where he’d raced surprisingly well in the sub-par McLaren car. It was what had won him his seat, replacing Sebastian Vettel in what had been a slightly shocking decision to Charles. He’s not the only one interested in what Sainz might be able to pull off in a Ferrari.

As soon as the car is built, they’re doing pit-stop practice until late into the evening. There isn’t a curfew for Thursday, so they take advantage of every moment of time available. Charles has been assigned to the left-rear corner, where he removes the old tire from the car when it pits. 

There’s definitely a learning curve, and the tires are heavier than most people think. He’ll need to step up his workout routine if he wants to keep up with the other mechanics. On top of the sore arms he’ll surely have tomorrow, his feet are killing him after hardly sitting down since disembarking the plane. 

At one point, he takes off his shoes and walks around in just his Ferrari-issued socks, the floor feeling blessedly cool on his aching feet. However, he soon has to put his shoes back on or risk injury, which is when he discovers that he should never take off his shoes again because putting them back on is its own hell.

When he gets to the hotel room that night, he hardly says a word to Alé, who is indeed his roommate, instead collapsing face-first onto the bed, still fully clothed. He doesn’t remember closing his eyes, and he’s not aware of anything until the alarm goes off the next morning. That, of course, is when the real fun begins.

[dhufflebee]

charles & xavi, 1k, G / #something something your race engineer knows you better than anyone else #NO bashing

ao3 link

a cute little thing, hopefully – inspired by @leqclerc's post about chips (charles ships) anyway, happy incredibly goated las vegas race weekend to all us charles supporters ❤️

[kakorrhaphiphobia]

THIS IS PERFECTION AGSHHDHFJ!!<333

Charles Leclerc x Princess of Monaco!Reader - Social Media AU

I combined multiple requests for the reader to take a stand against Xavi with my little royal twist that I hope you enjoy 🩷

[mxstellatayte]

hiiii ! could you write a part 2 for the charles and the vibe fic?

YIPPEE!!

i was gonna write it anyways but now i have an excuse to do it!

warnings: this is pure filth, threesome (mmf,) p in v sex, unprotected sex (DONT DO THAT,) mirror sex, carlos is an ass guy, charles is a boobs guy tho, kinda exhibitionism?, creampie, sex under the influence kinda?, it's all consensual though!

all you wanted to do was tease charles. all you wanted to do was see how much you could tempt his resolve before it would crumble. you had no idea it would result in getting eaten out in the bathroom and then promptly realizing that carlos had heard the whole thing and had covered for you and charles.

in exchange, carlos wanted to make even on a bet that he and charles had made at the start of the 2023 season.

monaco. february 10th, 2023.

"what do you think the odds are that one of us wins a race this year?"

charles looked up from the chessboard, his eyebrows furrowing. "what do you mean?"

"i was looking at the red bull and mclaren numbers and our car splits them. we have a fighting chance this year, so do you think one of us will get a win this year?" charles moves a rook, taking one of carlos' pawns.

"it depends. if my entire radio just sounds like 'we are checking, we are checking' and i have to make my own strategy and tyre calls, maybe. if xavi learns basic engineering and communicative skills or gets replaced altogether, i'd say yeah, there's a chance."

"you wanna bet?"

"what are we betting?"

carlos hesitates, then looks up when he hears the door opening. something clatters in the closet before you can be heard cursing quietly, then rearranging the fallen shoes onto the rack. eventually, you come through the doorway to the living room, and, when you see carlos, your face lights up.

"carlos! cómo estás?" (how are you?) you walk over and lean down, kissing his cheek in greeting.

"bien. un poco nervioso para bahrain, pero el carro maneja fantástico este año. y vos?" (good. a bit nervous for bahrain, but the car drives amazing this year. what about you?) you walk over to the kitchen while he's talking and pull out ingredients to make yourself a bowl of yogurt and berries- your favorite snack to have after work before you take your pit bull out for a walk.

"i'm alright. the marketing team made a stupid mistake so i had to do some damage control that took way longer than it should have, but i know martin is going to give them absolute hell tomorrow for it, so at least it doesn't reflect badly on me." your bowl clinks on the countertop as you sit down at the island and take out your computer, your headphones that were previously resting around your neck being slipped over your ears. "i've got some emails to write for an upcoming content creator collab we're doing, so i'll be in my zone. you guys know the drill?"

charles nods. "hermit mode?"

you smile, slipping the second speaker over your ear. "hermit mode."

a few moments pass before carlos speaks again. "are you okay with betting her?"

charles' eyebrows raise. "what do you mean?"

carlos makes his move on the chessboard. "if i win more races than you this year, i get her for a night. if you win more races than me, you can use me for a night. however you want."

the thought of his teammate and closest friend getting to fuck you lights a fire inside of charles, and while he wants nothing more than to agree to the bet purely for the stakes of it, he needs to check in with you first. "can i run it by her and get back to you on that?"

carlos nods. "just get me an answer by bahrain so we can figure something else out if she doesn't want to do that."

italy. february 3rd, 2024.

you had forgotten about the bet. charles and carlos had not.

now, just minutes later, you find yourself with your back once again against the wall, but this time you're staring into carlos' eyes while he fingers you gently, your legs wrapped around his waist and charles leaning against the vanity facing both of you. your eyes unintentionally flick over carlos' shoulder to your boyfriend who is an absolute mess. he's palming himself over his slacks, and you can tell just from the flush in his face that creeps down to his neck and the way his eyebrows are pinched together that he likes what he sees. before you can eye-fuck him the way you know he likes, carlos pulls his fingers out of you and you whine, but he carries you over to the vanity and taps your ass to get you to let go. "spin around, amor. let me see that beautiful ass of yours."

this is a side of carlos that you've never seen before, and it would be a lie to say that it's not hot. without a second thought, you spin yourself around so that your back is resting against his chest and your ass rests against his crotch. "come on, hermosa. bend over." as slowly as you can, you lean forward, resting your hands on the vanity and grinding yourself against him and you swear you can feel his dick twitch inside of his own black slacks. as soon as your forearms are fully resting on the granite vanity, carlos runs his hands down your back and to the front of your legs where he pulls the scarlet fabric of your dress to gather on your left side, the slit opening so that your entire ass is exposed. "no panties?" oh. you forgot about that.

"i kept them for good measure," charles says, pulling them out of his pocket. "you want 'em? you might have to shut her up. she never stops moaning."

"i know. i heard everything. you two are lucky i was the one outside and not anyone else. now," carlos says, taking your panties from your boyfriend and shoving them in his pocket, "do you feel like returning the favor?"

the whiskey you'd downed earlier is taking its effect, and you can't help but bite your lip and nod. normally, you wouldn't be nearly as confident as you are now with someone other than your boyfriend having you in the position you're in right now, but you trust carlos and frankly, you're too turned on to care. charles is in the same room and you're both comfortable enough in your relationship that it's okay. "yes, carlos. i'll return the favor. whatever you want." as you're talking, you can hear carlos unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks, and when there's finally one layer of fabric between the two of you, carlos reaches into his jacket packet and pulls out a condom. before he opens it, though, you pipe up, your voice embarrassingly breathy and high. "i'm clean and on the pill. don't waste it if getting me pregnant is your only concern."

"are you sure?" carlos says, glancing over at charles. your boyfriend only responds with a shrug and points his thumb at you.

"whatever she says. you're the one fucking her."

carlos doesn't waste a second setting the condom on the vanity, pulling his slacks and underwear down his thighs just enough so that it's comfortable, and pushing into you. you have to bite your lip and cover your own mouth to prevent yourself from moaning too loudly, the stretch from carlos being so different to the one you're accustomed to with charles.

when you look up, carlos' head is thrown back and his hands grip your hips so tight his knuckles are white. it might be the hottest sight you've ever seen. "carlos." your voice is whiny, and you're shocked you can even get his name out.

"hm?"

"fuck me, please."

"are you sure?" his voice lilts in the way you're used to hearing, but this time, there's something slightly different about it. maybe it's the fact that he's currently buried inside of you, his hips flush with your own, or maybe it's the fact that every time you move your head to look up at him, your cunt squeezes around him so perfectly he fears he might cum within three thrusts, but either way, you feel so, so perfect.

"positive. now please. fuck. me." slowly, carlos pulls his hips back before pushing into you, slowly increasing his pace until every time his body meets your ass, you're shoved forward slightly on the counter and your breasts bounce forward, almost falling out of the low neckline of your dress.

"mierda, amor, tienes un coño hecho para mi," (shit, love, you have a cunt made for me,) carlos groans out, pulling your arms back and holding them with one hand while the other goes to hold you up by your neck. the restriction to your windpipe makes your head spin and the new angle has carlos' entire cock running against your g-spot with every thrust. you're able to wiggle your hands free, your left hand reaching back to tug at carlos' hair and your right goes down to rub circles around your clit, making you tighten around carlos' dick, and the combination of the pain from his hair being pulled and your cunt spasming around him makes him tip over the edge.

the feeling of carlos filling you up in turn sends you into your own orgasm, and as you cum, you look to your left, where charles jerks himself off watching you. when you make eye contact with him, though, it's the last straw and he spills into his hand with a quiet groan and his head thrown back.

the three of you catch your breaths and carlos pulls out of you gently, then shoves his cum back inside of you. the forgotten egg vibrator in charles' coat pocket is reinserted into your cunt and you whine at the overstimulation, slightly anxious that charles might tease you again, but he whispers a quiet promise in your ear that you've been good tonight, he won't turn it on anymore.

eventually, carlos slips out of the bathroom and you follow shortly after, walking back down the large hallway to return to the event. later that night, after speeches have been made, hollow promises have been spoken, and many, many bottles of expensive champagne have been toasted with, you make your way back outside, your arm linked with charles' as he calls his car to be pulled with the valet service. carlos walks up and stands next to the two of you, his car already on its way up, and turns to you.

"i'd say the bet is settled, no?"

there you have it folks :D

[httpsserene]

𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝟵: 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗰 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗺 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘆/𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗹

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the 2023 season has had a despicable effect on charles’ self-worth. it pains you to see how he attributes ferrari’s failure to deliver to himself. you can’t stand to see him berate himself for things that are out of his control. when the emilia-romagna grand prix is understandably canceled, you start forming a plan. if charles doesn’t believe he’s as good as you say he is, you’ll make him internalize it–using any means necessary. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. orgasm delay/denial. handjobs. no penetrative sex. dom/sub undertones. sub!charles. mild praise kink. not beta read. orgasm control. charles’ self deprecation. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1k words. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: charles leclerc x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: drabble. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: get you daniel • caesar ft. kali uchis

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: not going to lie to you, after charles told xavi “let’s talk after the race” in austin, this upload automatically came to mind. in my delusional mind this whole fic convinced him to finally speak up for himself, even though it wasn’t posted before that (he hacked into my google docs or smith idk). i love when men whimper. haha, lol, who said that. a small drabble to satiate my soft!charles urge. hope y’all enjoy !!!

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your hand is dripping lube on charles’ thigh as you brush a featherlight touch of a finger on his cock. he’s been rock hard since you’ve pulled his clothes off, even though he complained that this is the worst idea you’ve ever had. his head is turned to the side, buried in the pillow, already muffling his whimpers at your barely there touch. the red flush of his cheeks is already spreading down his chest and you haven’t even started touching him properly; this may be easier than you thought.

you shift forward, situating yourself comfortably between his legs, and you speak quietly but firmly, “tell me when you’re close.” charles hums, nodding his head jerkily, and bucks his hips upwards searching for more friction. you laugh at his desperation and push his hips down with your free hand, pressing him firmly into the bed—he doesn’t attempt to fight your grasp. power rushes to your head; he’s completely capable of pushing you off him with little to no effort; and he’s lying beneath you willingly. you loosely wrap your fist around him, and slowly drag your hand up and down. the amount of pressure you’re applying is incredibly light, but charles reacts as if you’re roughly squeezing. his back arches off the bed, thighs twitching sensitively, and his hand flies down to grasp at your wrist.

you pinch his thigh in warning, a sharp gasp at the fleeting pain escapes his lips, and you chastise him gently, “hey, i thought you were going to be good for me? hands off—put them by your head.” he squirms at the sound of your disappointment, and in his haste to be perfect for you, he takes your command a step further. he places his hands above his head, and tangles them together—he strives to be good for you.

you stare at him, unmoving, and watch as his eyes flutter across your face desperately trying to read your emotions. his eyes are wet with unshed tears, and his tongue flicks out to wet his dry lips anxiously. you break, it’s so hard to be mean to him when he looks so pretty. resuming the sweet stroke of your hand, you keep you motions calm and controlled—you want his orgasm to come to him calmly. however, no matter how gently you handle him, it doesn’t seem like your preferred outcome will play out. charles’ abs flutter, undulating at the effort he’s using to refrain from pushing up into the wet grasp of your fist, and his nails are digging into hands. on your next upward stroke, you twist your hand around the head of his cock, and his shocked moan echoes around the room. his face flushes a deeper red, humiliated at how easy he is, and he whimpers at the smirk that rises to your lips. you pick up the pace immediately, and wrap your other hand around him at his base. you sync the twist of both your hands, and hyperfocus on teasing the head of his cock. you lightly press your thumb across his slit randomly forcing a pitchy squeal from him, sometimes you trace the underside vein with a nail and a pained whine is muffled into the pillow.

it’s mortifying—not even three minutes after you started touching him, and he’s going to cum. you see him struggle to fight the coiling knot in his tummy, it’s useless, this is another race he always loses. charles’ chest heaves with his stuttered, rushed breaths and he whines in shame, “s’il te plaît—‘m close—sorry, i can’t help it!”

you coo at him, pouting your lips at his apology, “oh, charlie, don’t feel bad. you’re supposed to be close” you rub the palm of your hand roughly across his sensitive tip, and his body tenses at the switch in treatment, eyes rolling back under the intense pleasure, and you confidently reassure him, “thank you for telling me you’re about to cum. you’re always my good boy.” and, you pull your hands away from him, ceasing all motions.

charles crumbles. he sobs forcefully at the feeling of his release being pulled from him at the last second, tears streaming down his face, no longer having the will to hold them back. he thrashes his head against the pillow, and pistons his hips upwards into the air like it will convince you to touch him again. he flexes his cramped hands before he pulls them down to hide his face from your view. you let the monegasque cry out his emotions, knowing that his tears are from the shock of you denying his orgasm rather than pain. he unintelligibly pleads in french, brokenly whining about how close he was, his mouth running uncontrollably. when his tears slow, and his shoulders stop shaking, you tenderly pull his hands away from his eyes, and whisper at him sweetly to open his eyes.

he opens his pretty green eyes, and you lean down gently pecking his lips a few times before you speak, “there’s something you forgot to tell me. if you wanted my permission to cum, baby.” charles drops his eyes away, refusing to meet your gaze. 

“you were supposed to tell me how good you are,” you see his lips part as he rushes to do so, but you smack your teeth, silencing him before he begins, “not how you’re good for me, charles—how you’re a good driver. how you’re one of the best, most talented formula one pilots we’ve seen. how you’re ferrari’s youngest driver since 1961. how you’re capable of winning a championship,” charles scoffs disbelievingly, “how you’ll no longer blame yourself for things out of your control. how you’ll realize that the team’s mistakes aren’t your fault. how you’ll stop allowing yourself to be the scapegoat for their shortcomings. how you’ll stop accepting their excuses for constantly disappointing you.” you stare at charles with earnest eyes, letting him absorb your words.

“you’re one of the best charles. you’re loved. everyone wants to see you succeed. everyone wants to see you become confident in yourself again. everyone knows that if ferrari gave you the car you needed, you’d be racing towards your championship. you’re skilled, charles. you’re wonderful.”

charles shakes his head, doubtful, and whispers timidly, “i’m not.”

your heart shatters, and you shakily respond, “oh,” you sniff, gathering your composure, “so, you’re saying i’m lying to you? are you calling me a liar, charles?”

charles wiggles against the bed, fighting the double-edged sword he turned on himself, and whimpers in frustration. he sobs, but shakes his head furiously at your question—you’d never lie to him, you wouldn’t hurt him. you halt the vigorous shake of his head, grasping at his chin with one hand and turning him to face you, “then…i must be telling you the truth, hm?” charles swallows, and murmurs out a soft oui. 

“good,” you clear your throat and drop your hold, bringing that same hand down to wrap around his cock again. charles tenses at the moist warmth of your palm.  “since we’re on the same page, if you want me to let you cum, all you have to do is convince me that you believe the same things i just said. i have all night to make you accept the truth, charlie. don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

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[adventuringblind]

Can I request an angst fic where reader is charles sister and she gets into accident (car accident or like wrong place wring time robbery, anything really) while he's in a race (lorenzo, arthur and their mother is with them) and xavi (🤢) is the one who answers charles' phone and decided not to say anything even after charles finishes the race and then the entire leclerc family find out after a reporter tells charles that "your nerves must be made of steel" and then everyone is confused and the reporter is all like "did no one tell you about your sister?" And like full angst when they find out that the accident hurt reader really bad (has problems with sight or maybe walking permanently, only if you're comfortable writing that) end it however you want, only if you want and if you are comfortable with this kind of stuff

Like Steel

Platonic!charles Leclerc x Sister!Reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Summary: Charles and his twin sister have always been close. Even being able to sense when something is wrong with the other. When Charles get confirmation after a race he was right, someone is to blame for his not knowing.

Warnings: car accidents, driving under the influence, hospitals

Notes: Xavi needs to get fired so my boy can have a chance. Also I don’t care if people smoke weed, but the amount of times I’ve almost been hit because someone was hotboxing their car is absolutely ridiculous.

Masterlist

To say Charles is close with his twin is an understatement. They are practically glued at the hip. They know what the other is thinking or feeling before any communication is had. Their connection to each other was concerning at first. But anyone could see that the Leclerc twins are just close.

Charles had been there through all of her breakups. Both with guys he did and didn’t like. She had been there through every step in his racing career.

It’s funny to say steps now, he thinks. Since his sister can no longer take any.

She’d gotten a job as the admin for the Ferrari instagram. She loved chasing around Charles and Carlos so the fans could see what they got up to in their down time.

She has a contagious smile that everyone can’t help but love. Her and Daniel were menaces to the paddock while he did media things for Redbull.

She’d been on her way to the paddock for her brothers home race. Monaco was the only race on the calendar where she got to wake up at home to go to work in the morning. She had a few PR things to do around the city first before she could head to the track. So she’d left pretty early. Deciding to walk since everything is so close together.

Charles knew she hated being late. Maybe that’s why the alarm bells were going off before he got in the car.

He’d waiting for her to show at the meetings. Then again while he was getting ready. He search before he got into his car. Then looked for her when her when he got to his grid box.

He felt it in the pit of his stomach that something had happened.

He’d managed to end the race in in first. Something that didn’t happen often so he was ecstatic. The thing every driver craves was once again in his hands. His family was there when he got out of his car. All except the one person he wanted to celebrate with most. Maybe she’d just gotten caught up in her duties?

It was his turn to interview. The smile on his face and cheers of the crowd made the endorphins in his brain skyrocket.

“Congratulations Charles! You must have nerves like steel out there!”

Nerves? Why nerves? He’s not nervous.

The reporter caught onto his confusion. “We’re you not made aware of your sister?”

“No what happened? Where is she?”

The reporter signaled to turn the camera elsewhere. Then walked to Charles to let him know in a normal conversation fashion. He’s grateful because not many would do that. “She was hit by a car this morning and is in the hospital.”

His heart sank. He looked to his family and by their shocked expressions they also didn’t know.

“Your race engineer Xavi said he got word off it right before the race. We figured you’d been told already. I’m sorry for the mix-up.”

“No it’s okay that’s not on you.” The he’s walking away. His team doesn’t try to stop him and he tells Carlos to stand in his place on the podium. He’s lost to many people already. He refuses to also lose his sister.

He doesn’t remember the car ride. Only the angry feeling knowing at his insides. He saw the call Xavi had answered in his call log. They didn’t call anyone else since technically, he picked up.

The rage towards his race engineer is not helping him think clearly. If she dies and Charles isn't there for her, he's never going to forgive himself.

~

He broke.

He saw her in the bed with machines and tubes everywhere, and he broke. He sobbed into his mother's arms. Lorenzo and Aruther trying to console each other next to them.

It's ridiculous, he thinks, how one person can attract so much death. Maybe it's to soon to say she's dead but by the look of things, she's halfway there.

He stays with her. Her hurts for her. Their stupidly strong connection makes this all the more difficult.

Pascale has forced him to leave her bedside on multiple occasions. But he always goes begrudgingly and under the stipulation that someone will get him if there are any updates.

It’s a month before she finally wakes up. Coughing and panicking. Charles is at her side immediately. Fate is certainly on his side today.

“What happened?” She asks after she could finally talk again. Though her voice is raspy and dry.

“You were walking to the track and got hit by a car. They were smoking marijuana so they didn’t see you.” Oh how Charles raged about that too when he found out. The stupidity of people sometimes amazes him.

The next words out of her mouth make him think that fate is just playing games with him at some point.

“Charlie, I can’t feel my legs.”

~

Turns out the car they hit her shattered a part of her spine, leaving her paralyzed. Now bound to a wheelchair.

Charles had to go back to traveling while she was doing physical therapy. She’s doing her best to learn how to do life now with her new set of circumstances. She did think it was funny getting to zoom around in her wheelchair and whizzing past her brother.

Her first appearance back at the paddock is a surprise to all. Mainly because she intended it to be that way.

She navigates down the busy path towards the Ferrari hospitality, her mother trying to keep up.

She missed being here. Seeing everyone so excited about the sport.

She came to a skidding halt at the door. Curse the stairs. Why don't they have a ramp? She'll be having words with Charles about this later.

"Maman! Can you help me please!"

It takes effort. She's still not quite used to everything but she's learning.

She successfully gets inside the door and into the main area of hospitality. Hugs greet her as some of the staff make their way over.

Now, the next part of this plan. Her mother calls Charles and puts it on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Charlie, I just got word about your sister. I'm in hospitality-" She puts on her best worried parent voice.

"I'm on my way."

It takes approximately three minutes, and Charles is barreling through the door of security. His oblivieness becomes obvious as he misses her sitting in the middle of the room and is worriedly hugging his mom and asking her frantic questions.

"Is she- why are you laughing?"

Pascale is crying from laughing so hard. She gestures to where her daughter is waving and trying to get her brothers attention.

"Oh my god. You scared me so bad! Don't ever do that again!" He scolds them both. Then her embraces his sister.

"I'm excited to see you here!"

"Any news about Xavi?"

"He finally quit a couple days ago. I basically ignored him the last few races."

"And you've been doing better? You've won twice this month."

"And if I ever see him again, I'll make sure he never wants to be near an F1 car again."

[souvenir116]

Okay, we know that Charles and Max are weird about each other on their team radios, so I would imagine an outsider's point of view from Bryan.

When it's announced that he will be Charles's new race engineer, GP invites him to a mysterious meeting somewhere to warn him and prepare him for this. Because GP wants someone to complain to about the two of them who will understand (he tried with Xavi, but at that point, Xavi was so checked out after all the Lestappen trauma, he was on planet Carlos most of the time).

At first, Bryan doesn't take it seriously, but then it slowly sinks in. "What are Verstappen's onboards?" ”What is Max doing, are they on slicks or inters? Let's do the same.” "What is my pace compared to Max?" even though they are 4 positions apart. "Tell me when Red Bull pits." "Tell me when Max is in DRS." "Tell me Verstappen's time in quali." "Tell me the differences between me and Verstappen, where is he gaining?"

So GP and Bryan become friends over this, making fun of them and joking around. And eventually Bryan would figure out that Charles down bad, that it is not just weird homoerotic rivalry. Maybe by getting invited to their wedding or something. Or they could be already married, just making it public and stuff. Oh my, if i was not in middle of the longest fic I've ever written I would jump on this one, but I'm not good with multiple WIPs.

my god imagine how done GP is with their whole nonsense homoerotic acts around each other 🙄 my man suffered enough already... and Xavi being traumatized lol 😭 I'm afraid Charles running to Max with all his being, and forgetting to close his car only to be the first one who congratulates Max for his wdc was the peak he could endure 😔

And Bryan probably wouldn't take it too serious because why would they be crazy about each other? It makes no sense. Until Charles asks what's Max's position when they are literally off points with 10 laps remaining and they just fight for it as if for a win... one of them taking the fastest lap and then the other doing the same. then again. they are really competitive but they are literally p15 and p16 <3

also they only rate each other, therefore it makes complete sense when Charles wants to do the same strategy as Max or challenge his pace while ignoring everyone else... it's only their little karting track, just the two of them, think of it like a romantic date but in their terms where they try to push each other because the win is even sweeter when it's against your childhood rival <3

being invited to their wedding would be shocking for both of their race engineers, imagine their faces <3

I hope you'll have the perfect and calm time to write this fic dear, dont pressure yourself and take your time ❤️❤️

[writtenfangirl]

I just realized that one of my fics predicted not only Xavi leaving Ferrari and Charles getting a new race engineer but also Charles finally winning Monaco and another fic predicted Lando’s first win.

[laura1633]

So so so obsessed with the idea of a reverse teams au (i.e Max for Ferrari, Charles for Red Bull) where Max still wins championships with Ferrari and people call him the next Michael Schumacher and they praise him for bringing glory back to the prancing horse and he just. Doesn't care. He doesn't care for the fanfare that comes with driving for Ferrari, he doesn't care for the biblical implications of it, he just shows up, he drives, he wins, but he never indulges the Tifosi and does the bare minimum for PR. He knows approximately three phrases in Italian and at least one of them is definitely not suited for public broadcast. The Tifosi fucking hate him but they love him at the same time because he wins three championships in a row. he wins and he wins and he wins. and then there's Charles in the red bull who still carries a biblical amount of lore with him, who adores his fans and is still ever suffering at the hands of a difficult car. They call him "The Bull Wrangler" or "El Matador" because the car is a beast, a tough one too that his teammate could never get ahold of but he still manages to tame it and drag it onto podiums to stand next to Max. They call Max "Il Predestinato" instead, bringing him up to Ferrari by the age of 18 just the same, and although everything is different it's still the same because in every universe Charles is an ever suffering martyr and max is a champion. and in every universe they fuck. really tried to keep this semi-serious but I needed that last part for comedic effect

(sorry this is really random and idk if this is the place for this but I don't really write and I needed a place to info dump about my Ideas™. hope u enjoy!)

This is definitely the place to share, I always love hearing about people's fic ideas 😍

Love the idea of an alternative universe but it all still be strangely familiar. Max at Ferrari and Charles at Red Bull, I would definitely read something like that. Would Charles have GP as an engineer? and Max have Xavi in 2022/2023?? I would love to hear how that would play out 😂 There are so many interesting dynamics to explore by just switching the teams!!

I know this totally wasn't the intention so sorry for adding a different dimension but could you imagine if its an alt universe that Charles happens to wake up into and he has to see Max bringing glory to Ferrari which was always his dream!! I don't know how he would cope with that!!

They definitely fuck though ... in every single universe haha

Thank you so much for sharing <3

[captainnameless]

I don't know if the ao3 fic requests are left here, but I've been thinking about one where little Charles threw more than one tantrum at Carlos in front of the other drivers as a "punishment" for not having read him a story last night.

Pls do more of charles and cg Carlos!!

#littlef1_adventures

not entirely sure i completely understood the prompt but decided to get something out for you nonetheless:

It’s his own fault really, for not waking Charles back up. But his teammate had looked so peaceful, eyes closed and lips pressed into the softest pout. They had gotten very little down time together over the past few weeks, with presses and team meetings and a lot time and energy spent towards their personal lives.

It’s Charles who asked for a night to go down, Carlos proud the younger had voiced his needs and wanted him. Carlos was an easy choice without Sebastian on the grid, but it still made Carlos’ heart swell every time Charles trusted him with this.

Carlos had promised Charles to read the stories he usually reads to Lando, but after an exhausting FP2 they had showered, gotten dinner and passed out in bed during their movie. All Carlos had done was move Charles into a more comfortable position to sleep through the night, he figured they’d read them another time. Mistake.

Getting Charles to the paddock had been a challenge, he’d asked for the stories over breakfast but they hadn’t had the time.

Xavi mentioning Charles’ mood when they’d gotten their hadn’t helped either and Carlos was surprised Charles had gotten through FP3 without cussing his engineer out over the radio.

Charles usually perked up during lunch, food being the way to the heart and all that. And Carlos figured having lunch in the paddock hospitality instead of eating it in their drivers room would brighten the younger’s mood. Mistake 2.

“Charles,” Carlos warns, unimpressed with the way the younger’s pushing his finger into the fajita that’s barely eating. “Stop playing with your food, please. You gotta eat.”

Charles merely huffs in response, keeps flicking little bits of beef around on his plate until Carlos’ hand wraps around his wrist, the other hand taking the plate from him. “Charles.”

Charles whines, tugs his hand out of Carlos’ grip. “Mine!”

“Are you going to eat it?” Carlos asks, trying to keep his voice down, there’s not many people here. A few drivers, who aren’t strangers to tantrums but still.

“Yes.” Charles whines so Carlos puts the plate down with a raised eyebrow. “Last chance.”

He should’ve just had lunch with Charles in his drivers room, read him a story there before putting him down of a much needed nap before qualifying. Not much he could do about that now.

He’s pulled from his thoughts to see Alex try to feed Charles a bite from his pasta salad, the fork extended towards Charles who looks at it with a glare.

“You don’t have to.” Alex says with a soft smile.

“No.” Charles says and Carlos doesn’t think too much of it until Charles smacks at Alex’s hand, the fork and the bite of food clattering onto the table and then the floor.

Carlos doesn’t spend much time thinking anything else, shoves his chair back and stands up, wrapping a hand around Charles’ bicep and pulling him up. “Up, and walk.”

Charles thinks about protesting but the look on Carlos’ face deters him from that thought, lips forming into a deeper pout than he’d had last night.

Carlos shoots Alex an apologetic look, who returns it and waves him off so Carlos retakes Charles arm and pulls him along.

They take a back exit to avoid running into any fans, a few surprised workers look up as Carlos makes quick work of moving past them, Charles growing quieter by the second. Fairly soon Carlos is pushing the door to his drivers room open, hand still firm onto Charles lower arm as he pulls him in too.

“Nose, corner.” Carlos says, while Charles finds his voice again to voice his protest.

“Now.” Carlos responds. “One.”

That seems to kickstart Charles into moving, but not without more whining, before shuffling over to the corner on Carlos’ right.

“5 minutes.” Carlos says, his statement earning him another wet whine as he moves to grab the bag he brought this morning, setting out a pair of joggers for Charles to slip into; the younger never napping well in his jeans and the blanket Charles had been obsessed with lately.

Carlos checks his watch religiously, watching Charles fidget in the corner while soft sniffles leave him but he stays, stays up until Carlos calls time.

“Come here.” Carlos says, wrapping Charles up in a tight hug, letting him bury his face into his chest while rubbing a hand down his back. He presses soft kisses onto Charles’ head while the younger cries into his chest, whispering soft praise into his hair and allowing him to calm down a bit before gently pulling back and tipping Charles’ face up.

“We don’t hit. And we don’t waste food, okay?” Carlos says, keeping Charles eyes locked on his.

“Yes, okay.” Charles mumbles, wet eyes blinking back at Carlos. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Carlos soothes, brushing away a tear that escapes. “All done, you’re forgiven.” Carlos says, presses a kiss to Charles’ forehead. “We’re gonna change and take a nap, okay?”

Charles rarely refuses nap, and today in no different, nodding silently to Carlos’ request, before allowing him to help him change and wash his face and hands.

“Good boy,” Carlos praises once he’s finished, setting Charles down onto the couch before rummaging through the bag again, pulling out the story book that was promised to Charles last night.

“Do-over?” Carlos asks while Charles’ eyes light up before nodding.

They get comfortable together, Charles fitting in between Carlos’ legs while he presses his face into his chest.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to read it yesterday,” Carlos says, brushing some of Charles’ hair out of his face. “And I’m sorry you felt upset today, maybe next time you can talk to me about it, okay? That way I might be able to fix it without having to put you in time out.”

There’s a soft flush that takes over Charles’ face, momentarily burying himself away into Carlos’ chest before reappearing. “Okay.”

“Good boy,” Carlos says again, opening up the book and allowing Charles to pick a story. He finishes the story when Charles is almost asleep, fighting to blink his eyes opening, thumb barely sucked into his mouth.

“Sleep.” Carlos whispers, brushing his hand over Charles’ face to close his eyes fully. “I love you.”

Charles mumbles something back that doesn’t sound like i love you, but Carlos feels it anyway.

[marvel-arranged-marriage-bang]

Master Post 2022

For the Love of Brooklyn by @controlofwhatido with Art by @emmatheslayer22 on Twitter! View the art here!

Rating -- Explicit

Archive Warning -- No Archive Warnings Apply

Category -- M/M

Fandoms -- Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)

Relationship -- James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

Characters – James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sarah Rogers (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff

Additional Tags – Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Arranged Marriage, Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes | Shrinkyclinks, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Assassin Bucky Barnes, Pre-Serum Bucky Barnes, Beefy Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky, Barnes Needs a Hug, Asshole Brock Rumlow, Attempted Murder, Canonical Character Death, Natasha Romanov Dies, Offscreen Before Fic Starts, Chronic Illness, Hospitalization, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Steve Rogers, Anal Sex, Tattooed Steve Rogers, Happy Ending, Age Difference, Bucky is late 30’s, Steve is in his 20’s, Masturbation

Words – 16,583

Chapters – 7/7

Summary – 

Based on the prompt: “I’m an assassin and I’ve been hired to kill you but well your mom saw me and one thing led to another and now you and I are gonna be married tomorrow, this is really awkward, and oh shoot you’re cute too well this is a problem” AU

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Seasons of Time by @alwaysabrighterdarkness with Art by @Cmleo on Twitter! Their art is embedded in the fic!

Rating -- Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning -- No Archive Warnings Apply

Category -- M/M

Fandoms -- Marvel Cinematic Universe

Relationship -- Steve Rogers/Thor

Minor or Background Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes & Thor, Natasha Romanov & Thor, James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Characters – Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes. Natasha Romanov, Sharon Carter, Bruce Banner, Sarah Rogers, Joseph Rogers, Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce, Jasper Sitwell, Original Character(s) - Character, Other Marvel Characters

Additional Tags – Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Arranged Marriage, Royalty, Magic, Fantasy, Oblivious To Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Developing Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Omega Steve Rogers, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Feels, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Hurt Steve Rogers, Alpha Thor (Marvel), Protective Thor (Marvel), POV Thor (Marvel), Curses, Cultural Differences, Alliances, Political Alliances, Assassination Plot(s), Assassination Attempt(s), Espionage, Conspiracy, Sabotage, Betrayal

Words – 56,943

Chapters – 15/15

Summary – 

Thor hadn’t put much thought into what marriage and bonding might look like for him. The consideration only ever went as far as acknowledging that it was something that would need to happen, that was expected of him. He certainly didn’t ask questions or press for answers he was wholly uninterested in hearing.

Someday he would be required to court potential mates that would inevitably lead to marriage and, of course, bonding. He would be expected to have a child, at least one, preferably born with an Alpha designation, who he would then be expected to raise to take his place some many, many years down the road.

Someday, the time would come where he would need to conform to the role of King that he would eventually fill and that included the aforementioned expectations.

Someday.

Someday was much closer and much different than Thor expected. Much sooner than he would otherwise prefer.

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The End of the Mutant Wars by @vtsuion

Rating – Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning -- No Archive Warnings Apply

Category -- M/M

Fandoms – X-Men (Comicverse)

Relationship – Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Characters – Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, X-Men (Team), The Brotherhood of Mutants, Sentinels (X-Men), Avengers Team, Background & Cameo Characters

Additional Tags – Arranged Marriage, Political Alliances, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mutant Politics, War, Genosha (X-Men), Getting Back Together, Developing Relationship, Flirting, Arguing, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Holocaust Survivor Erik Lehnsherr, Enemies to Lovers

Words – 8, 424

Chapters – 15/15

Summary – 

For decades, Magneto’s Brotherhood and the X-Forces have been at war with each other, the Sentinels, and humanity. The only way to end it is a union between the leaders of the two mutant factions, if only they can trust each other again.

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A Marriage of Mind and Metal by @thesilverqueenlady

Rating – Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning -- No Archive Warnings Apply

Category -- M/M

Fandoms – X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)

Relationship – Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Characters – Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr

Additional Tags – Alternate Universe, Inspired by A Song of Ice and Fire, Arranged Marriage, Dragons, Direwolves (A Song of Ice and Fire), Alternate Universe - Still Have Powers, Dragonlord Erik Lehnsherr, Happy Ending, Marvel Arranged Marriage Bang, Don’t copy to another site

Words – 11, 099

Chapters – 1/1

Summary – 

Lord Xavier makes a bargain with the dragonlords of Genosha: a Genoshan steel sword for a bride. The dragonlords want a Gifted bride, but Lord Xavier says he has no Gifted child, and so Lord Erik Lehnsherr arrives to forge a sword. And the feast and the sword-forging all go well -

Right up until Charles - the unwanted shadow in the castle, the shameful product of Lord Xavier’s affair, the boy with the terrifying Gift of mindspeech - barges into the ceremony to save Lord Lehnsherr’s life.

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The Last Stand by @ruquas with Art by @mxaether

Artist -- @mxaether

Author -- @ruquas​

Rating – Mature

Archive Warning -- Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category -- Gen, Multi

Fandoms – Moon Knight (TV 2022)

Relationship – Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

Characters – Steven Grant (Marvel), Jake Lockley, Arthur Harrow, Khonshu (Moon Knight), Layla El-Faouly, Marc Spector

Additional Tags – Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Arranged Marriage, Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Revolution, Government Conspiracy, Steven Grant and Jake Lockley and Marc Spector Have Separate Bodies, Protective Jake Lockley, BAMF Steven Grant (Marvel), Happy Ending

Words – 15,531

Chapters – 13/13

Summary –

In a world where the government decides who your soulmate is, Steven and Jake find each other.

In a world where the government decides how you live your life, people start to fight for their right to decide.

In a world where the government also decides if you are allowed to keep your soulmate, Jake does his best to protect Steven and Steven tries his best to find the person he loves again.

In a world where the government plays God, the people start to overthrow them.

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That Which is Written Among the Clouds and Stars by @hanitrash with Art by @mxaether

Artist -- @mxaether

Author -- @hanitrash​

Rating – Explicit

Archive Warning -- No Archive Warnings Apply

Category -- M/M

Fandoms – Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies)

Relationship – Steve Rogers/Thor

Characters – Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Hogun (Marvel), Fandral (Marvel), Volstagg (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Additional Tags – Demi-sexual Steve Rogers, Virgin Steve Rogers, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie), Slow Burn, Oblivious Steve Rogers, Thor is just doing his best, fake relationship vibes, because Steve is an idiot sometimes, Friends to Lovers, handwavey Asgardian magic, gratuitous use of lightning abilities, Matchmaker Mjolnir (Marvel), artwork, NSFW Art

Words – 13,049

Chapters – 6/6

Summary – 

Following the defeat of Ultron and the awful remains of Sokovia, Thor takes some of the team on a much needed vacation to Asgard. What he didn’t know, though, was that the moment they arrived he’d be whisked off to be married—to Steve Rogers. Even more surprising to him, Steve agrees to the union. Can they both truly be happy in an unexpected, arranged marriage? Or will Steve return the feelings that Thor has kept hidden from his teammate?

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Your last chance to trust the man with the star by Chaosmanor on Twitter with Art by @burnin-brighter

Artist -- @burnin-brighter

Author -- Chaosmanor on Twitter​

Rating – Mature

Archive Warning -- No Archive Warnings Apply

Category -- M/M

Fandoms – Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Relationship – James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Characters – Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Maria Hill, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Helen Cho (Marvel)

Additional Tags – Amnesia, Memory Return, Past canon typical Winter Soldier torture, Discussion of euthansia, Hurt/Comfort, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Injury, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Tony Stark is an excellent bro, Pepper Potts is even better, Mention of adolescent experiences that are creepy in the rear view mirror, Romcom with traces of HYDRA, secretly in love, So secret not even they know at first, Arranged Marriage, "Arranged" marriage, Happy Ending, Art, Illustrated

Words – 30, 489

Chapters – 2/2

Summary – 

In the aftermath of Insight and the collapse of SHIELD, Steve, Natasha and Clint rescue a sole survivor from the nightmare ruins of a HYDRA base.

And then Steve has to marry him.

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What Comes on the Stage by @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy with Art by Chaosmanor on Twitter!

Artist -- Chaosmanor on Twitter​

Author -- @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy

Rating – Explicit

Archive Warning -- No Archive Warnings Apply

Category -- M/M

Fandoms – Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)

Relationship – James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Characters – James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Sharon Carter (Marvel)

Additional Tags – Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Western, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Arranged Marriage, Western, Historical, Mistaken Identity, Mail Order Brides, Strangers to Lovers, Strangers, Brothels, Prostitution, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Injury, Mild Blood, Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Farmer Bucky Barnes, Irish Steve Rogers, Widowed Bucky Barnes, Protective Bucky Barnes, Developing Relationship, Feelings Realization, Grumpy Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers in a dressCrossdressing, Lies, Misunderstandings, Arguing, POV Bucky Barnes, Top Bucky Barnes, Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes | Shrinkyclinks, Bucky Barnes is Not the Winter Soldier, Steve Rogers is Not Captain America, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Desperation, Smut, Domestic Fluff, Minor Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Art, NSFW Art, soap art

Words – 11, 416

Chapters – 1/1

Summary – 

Living in Wyoming Territory in the 1880s, recently widowed Bucky Barnes needs a wife—someone to help him on the farm and bear him children. When he arranges for a bride from the East Coast to join him on his homestead, he’s met with a surprise. What he doesn’t foresee is falling in love, especially when Steve Rogers isn’t at all who Bucky expects to step off the stagecoach.

(More to be added as posting continues!)

[monzabee]

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July will be here before you know besite and it’ll be great !! And you’re most welcome, thank you for writing these stories for us 💖!! The thing with angst is I’m a sucker for happy endings so a fic can be super angst but as long as there is a bit of fluff and a happy ending I’m happy haha

I saww I hope someone gave him a hug late on because he looked so 🥺😔 yeahh hopefully they do and honestly firing xavi will be good for Charles as long as the next person is better 😭🤞

Omgg I never thought of it that way but that would be soo cool to hear like Emma and Andrew they were just >>>> !! And samee im excited for the collabs, there was a video where a fan gave Hayley a speak now bracelet and she was like ooh you’re giving me this at a very interesting time that’s all I’ll say or something like that , it makes sense now haha

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Yesss my parents and I went for the new Spider-Man movie the animated one and I must say it was good , there were parts where I did feel it got a bit slow but the ending was 🤯🤯 so it was fine and overall I enjoyed andd they bought me cupcakes from my favourite place haha and thank you sm again 💜!!!

-💖

i think the problem for me mainly is that i like angst without the happy ending, so i always have to remind myself that people might not like that so i make sure to write a happy ending😂🩷 but i'm glad you enjoy them, darling, and thank you for your kind words!💜🫶

if xavi is fired, then i think we should celebrate it and make it a tradition, i don't know, ferrari really needs to do something😭 i'm most excited about the song with hayley because i know they are great friends, and both are obviously very talented singer/song writers, so i'm very excited🤭💜💜

i really want to go see it in the cinema, too, and now that you say that i might actually go this weekend😭 i loved the first one so i'm excited for the second one and of course to see miles again💜✌️ no problem at all, i'm glad your results were what you wanted!!

[dhufflebee]

i just read your charles and xavi fic and it's everything i've ever wanted!!! it was so hopeful??? idk if i'm using that word right lol but it made me feel very warm and happy :D thank you for sharing it <3

thank youuu 🥺💕 such a sweet ask!

I'm very glad you liked it, I'm pretty proud of how that fic turned out! yeah it's hopeful, I tried to reflect the mood of the last third of the season (and maybe of this year? 🤞🏻) but mainly I wanted to write a fic that didn't lend itself to the usual team & engineer bashing – I like xavi and charles does too, it's a shame their relationship gets explored so little

anyway. thanks again for reading and for sending this 🥰

[thorne93]

United We Stand (Part 2)

Prompt: This was inspired by 2 imagines! Reader and Raven have a sordid past that Charles is always caught in the middle of.

Pairing: Charles X Reader

Warnings: language, hostility, violence, angst,

Word Count: 2295

Notes: This is based around X-Men Apocalypse. The imagines were combined: Imagine instead of Jean, you went into Charles’s mind to fight Apocalypse for him. “Y/N! Please! I need you!” & Imagine having powers like Scarlet Witch and Charles being VERY interested in them. @marvel-imagines-marvel-fandoms

Also was beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @amarvelouswritings

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Right after Erik took Charles, and Peter got everyone out on the lawn when your home was destroyed. But you didn't have enough time to mourn, because the next thing you knew was a government helicopter landing and Raven screamed, but it was too late and you were knocked out. After that, you were waking up in a small room with green lights with Hank, Peter, Raven, and Moira.

“Hello, Major Stryker,” Raven said.

“That’s Colonel Stryker,” the man above you, behind the glass corrected.

Disdainfully, you muttered, “Friend of yours?”

“No,” Raven harshly responded, her face whipping to you.

“I’m a government agent, you can’t keep me in here,” Moira said.

“Actually, I can.”

He said a few more things then left  you all in there.

“Nice mess you’ve got us in, Raven,” you mumbled, crossing your arms. You tried to use your powers but nothing happened.

“How is this my fault?”

“If you didn’t need us to look for your old flame, then Charles would be safe and the school would still be intact, and Alex would still be alive!”

“Erik and that blue freak would’ve gotten to Charles eventually,” she said. “And I don’t have to justify myself to you! Charles helped me and he helped Erik because he cares about us.”

“No matter what the cost, right?” you pushed, your arms crossed, your eyebrows raised.

“You know what? Fucking forget it,” she dismissed, waving her hand and walking to the other side of the room where Peter approached her and began quietly talking.

After a few moments, Jean, Scott, and Kurt burst in and rescued the team. They found out where Charles was and your heart flooded with relief. Raven ended up suggesting to use Hank’s war plane.

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As you were suiting up, in a low voice you asked Raven, “Do you plan on sticking around when all of this is done?”

“No, I’m here to get Charles and Erik and leave,” she insisted, her tone even as she buckled a belt.

“Typical,” you scoffed. “As soon as things are good, you leave.”

“What do you want from me, Y/N? This isn’t my home, this isn’t where I belong.”

“You know, when you left, you weren’t the one who had to pick up the pieces, it was Hank and me,” you angrily asserted, pointing at yourself.

“No one asked you to do that,” she said sardonically.

“Well no one told you to leave with the man who paralyzed your best friend, practically your family!” you shrieked.

“I didn’t paralyze Charles, it wasn’t up to me to stay on that beach.”

“You didn’t even see if he was alright!” you shouted.

“This isn’t all my fault you know, if you hadn’t hid behind your powers in Cuba, Charles wouldn’t be paralyzed,” she seethed, getting in your face.

“What?! How was I supposed to know Erik would deflect the bullet right into Charles’ back?!”

“You didn’t, but you could’ve contained the bullets, but you didn’t, because you're scared. You’ve always been scared. It’s why the students don’t know how to fight and why we have to save Charles now - you’re weak, scared, and you sat on your ass all these years.”

She turned her back, which was a mistake on her part. Moving your fingers, your powers bending to your will, the red magic snaking around the outer edge of your fingertips. Shooting the red magic forward, you pushed Raven into a wall. Her body hit it with a loud thud, alerting the others.

“You think I hide behind my powers?” you demanded, your rage ever present when Raven was around. “You wanna see me hide behind my powers? You want to see what I can really do?!” you asked, darkness taking over your mind.

“Let me go,” she commanded through gritted teeth as her face pushed into the concrete wall. Hank and Scott ran up as they shouted at you to let her go, but your rage had taken over. Your powers had taken over.

“You have no idea what it’s like to hold this sort of power.” The magic continued to stream out of you and onto her until you flipped her around using the powers. You slowly walked toward her, keeping her in place. Releasing your power from her, your hand gripped her throat. You began to lift her, her feet dangling as your eyes stayed glued to her face. In an instant though her legs wrapped around your shoulders and neck and she flipped you onto the floor, effectively knocking the wind out of you, she switched to her natural blue form as her left leg was perched over your torso while she kneeled over you. Using your powers you shoved her off of you, but that’s when Hank came up and grabbed you around the arms and tugged you back.

“Y/N, thats enough! That’s enough!” he growled, in full beast mode.

You shook off him as Scott let go of Raven and she transformed into the blonde girl.

“God, what is your problem?” she questioned with bewilderment as her hair whipped around.

“My problem is that you hurt Charles every chance you get and you don’t care!”

“No! It has to be more than that. You hate me. You have since that day on the beach. What is it? Is it that you actually had to deal with Charles?”

“No, that’s not it!”

“Then what is it? Enlighten me, Y/N, what could I have possibly done for you to hate me like this? Huh?” she pressed as she stepped forward, confusion in her face and voice.

“It’s because I’m not you!” you screamed so loud it echoed in the hanger and everyone heard it, turning to you, realizing you just admitted your weakness. “It’s because he’ll always love you more. No matter what I do, no matter what I am, you’ll always mean more to him. When you left, he spiraled into a drug habit, just to numb the pain of you being gone. Do you know how that feels? Do you know how it feels to know that the man that you love, can’t bear the thought of another woman leaving his life. To know that I’m not enough for him! Raven, we were engaged at Cuba, we put our wedding on indefinite hold until he could get over Erik taking you from him.” You huffed out a breath of air. “That’s why I hate you and Erik...”

Raven looked as if you had just slapped her in the face. You were suited up so you just brushed past her and Scott and boarded the plane and waited for the others to join you.

On the flight there, Raven sat next to you suddenly.

“Is it true? Is that how you feel?” she questioned.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “It’s not how I feel, it’s how he feels.”

“Well did he say that?”

“He doesn't have to say it,” you retorted, snorting.

“I can’t help that that’s how he feels. I just have to do what feels right for me,” she tried.

You turned back toward her as you said, “Funny how every time something is right for you it hurts everyone else.”

“What do you want me to do, Y/N? Stay out of his life?”

“If you stayed out of his life it’d be easier on everyone. You walk out, and right when he’s almost over the pain, you walk right back in and rip the wound right back open. So if you leave this time, stay gone,” you emphasized, turning your face away.

The agony of the truth was still rumbling inside you. You’d never said it aloud. You never even mentioned it to Charles. You couldn’t blame him for who he loved, how much, or why. In fact, you completely understood their bond, and that’s not what angered you. What angered you was that Raven meant so much to him, and it seemed like the feeling was never mutual.

For twenty five years you’d struggled with this knowledge but whenever Raven wasn’t around, Charles was a delight, the best husband you could ask for. But then when Raven came in and wreaked havoc, all that was left were the shambles that you had to end up piecing back together with shaking hands.

Never did you fault him for it though. It wasn’t his fault that he loved her....It wasn’t even her fault. All you ever wanted was for her to stick around, and keep him happy. She was his family and that twinkle was out of his eye whenever she was away. You knew that when all of you were together - you, Charles, Erik, Raven, and the students - that was his family, that’s what made him happy.

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Hey, I'm fairly new in the fandom and read a few lestappen/sebchal fics and Seb calls Charles chubby as a pet name. Did he really do that or is that a thing the fandom interpreted/made up?

Anon, I am sorry to say that I am the last person to be an expert in Sebchal. The only reason I've heard of "Chubby" is because it was used by Seb in a Lestappen fic where Seb was teasing Charles.

BUT I did look it up!

It's from Seb's post-race radio in Bahrain 2019, which Charles should have won if not for his engine issues. Seb was apparently saying "Xavi" (aka. Charles's race engineer), but it sounded like "Chubby" so people kind of ran away with it as his nickname for Charles. (I think it's adorable!)

Meanwhile, Max's pet name for Charles is "Trouble." 😂

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I’m glad you’re doing good bestie, andd yes I did enjoy also my mum says thank you for the wishes 💜💖!! I can understand the anxious waiting but bestie you’re super smart and and im sure you’re results are going to be amazing🌟!!

Alsoo your new Charles fic was soo good !! The part where Arthur was caught between their fight was so funny and the angst was so well written like it’s a very valid thing so it makes it feel real ykwim ? And the ending was so sweet!! Your talent is just top tier 💖💖🌟

That’s so true fans need to learn to respect people’s boundaries 😭 I love the original cast so much they all were so lovely and fit the roles so perfectly !! I’m so happy it’s on Disney+ so that I can watch it anytime 😂💜

Agreed I felt the Yuki penalty was a bit severe and I hope lando gets his podium this season ! Alsoo wait xavi is going to be fired ? Hopefully the new person will be better for Charles 🤞

Also did you see Taylor revealed the speak now tv vault tracks all the names seem so interesting and I can’t wait to hear them 💜

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well thank you for your kind kind words, bestie, i guess we'll have to wait until july to see if my brain was braining when i did my exams🤭💜 and thank you so much for your kind words about the charles fic, too!😭 i'm glad you liked it, it was fun for me to write but i just wanted to add some fun to it because otherwise it would have been too angsty🤭

i hope they get better with time, honestly🙁 I KNOW, lin's best idea ever was to sell the original cast recording to disney+, god bless him for doing that🤩🩷

i saw some photos of yuki after the race and he looked so sad, poor guy!! and lando def deserves a podium this season, i hope mclaren can also pull a mercedes and fix up their car✌️ i read somewhere that xavi is fired, so hopefully? i really hope the new engineer will be a better fit for charles because he needs a positive this season👀🫶

i did! and there is a song called when emma falls in love and if it's about emma stone and andrew garfield i'm crying myself to death🫡 also collaborations with the fallout boy and hayley williams?? yes please!!💜💜