#hubert x pascal

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FINISHED WATCHING GRACES EPILOGUE CHAPTER SO NOW I CAN MOVE ONTO ANOTHER GAMES I'LL GET INTO WOOOO

[agendabymooner]

of long lines and names || cl16 fic

charles leclerc x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

Summary: Aimee Yael and Charles Leclerc are too young to have five kids under six, but those boys became the life and memories that the couple wanted to keep forever. OR a series of scenarios during Aimee’s pregnancies that Charles remembered the most.

Content warning: Pregnancies with twins/five kids, dad!Charles and the grid uncles, based on Charles’ long name, a crying Charles, mentions of Anthoine Hubert, Niki Lauda, Jules Bianchi and the Leclerc dad (nothing too graphic nor personal, mostly based on their names only), loss/grief, Toto being a d-bag for a moment, possible use of explicit language, family-centric/dad!Charles-centric content, mentions of other Hearth sisters children (Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen)

Note: This will be a flop but I love these fictional Hearth-Leclerc kids. I love all of their kids! In fact, I have a series of spreadsheets dedicated to the Hearth sisters, and other characters and the names of their babies. Enjoy xx

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2024 — Hervé Louis Sebastien René Mathieu and Jules Lorenzo Blaise Pascal Timothé Leclerc

Aimee Yael Edmunson (Hearth) had never been stressed before. She had no reason to be. As a woman from a wealthy family — the granddaughter of Scottish billionaires and a daughter of an FIA executive — she had no reason to stress over the little things that were in the area of her control. Like her half-sisters, she had the money and intelligence to handle things well.

All except for the two little things in her womb that were continuously developing as the fourth month of her pregnancy went on. It was hard to hide it from everyone if you were to ask her. She had already spoken to her mother about carrying this amount of children in one go— Amara Louise Edmunson had only given birth to one child, and it was her. Nobody knew the struggle, but her mother had comforted her as much as she could. 

Aimee was calm despite the disaster that happened to be an unplanned pregnancy, her rational mind thinking that she shouldn’t be in some form of distress or discomfort to avoid any complications in her body. 

Her boyfriend, Charles Leclerc, thought otherwise.

When her body hit the ninth-week mark, there was already a tiny bump that someone might have seen as bloated. A natural one, no? But Charles was known to overthink things, and when he somehow got his prediction right, he had never cried so hard about having not only one— but two kids. He cried as if he was the one with the uncontrollable hormones. Aimee watched him cry empathetically, feeling grateful that she didn’t have this much anxiety that could risk her health and her babies. Still, she wondered if the tears he shredded were tears of joy or something else. 

Charles said he was happy, but at the same time, he thought of how their families would react— minus Pascale, Blanche and Amara.

When her body hit the seventeenth-week mark, they couldn’t hide it from their families any longer, hosting a dinner at their home in Monaco where Aimee did all of the cooking. Everything she made were cravings that became stronger as her first few weeks of pregnancy went on—rice, pasta and somehow a good selection of desserts and pastries that Charles ordered before the dinner. 

Welcoming each family member into the house wasn’t the most significant part of the dinner. The maternal figures of Charles and Aimee’s lives — Pascale, Amara and Blanche Ford — were on standby just in case someone decided to act differently towards the two. 

Stevie and Lewis Hamilton were clearly (too obviously) shocked at the protrusion in Aimee’s stomach but hadn’t made any comment on it for a while. They merely spoke about their daughter Lottie, who would cuddle with Roscoe whenever her little crawling body approached him. They were talking about their child, all while their eyes peered down on Aimee’s growing body. 

Sylvie and her fiancé Max Verstappen were surprised. Still, the model had managed to pass off her shock as excitement over the invitation to the couple’s new home before she tried to maneuver through the huge bump in the road— or rather, in Aimee’s body. Max tried asking Pascale and Amara about it by mouthing, “Is she actually?” only to receive a glare from them. Blanche scolded him quietly to keep it shut while she served him a drink. 

Charles dreaded inviting his brothers into his new home because they always picked their timing. When Arthur and Lorenzo Leclerc saw Aimee’s bulging figure, they immediately turned away and snorted aloud. Charles wasn’t this anxious about anything as exciting as this, but Arthur’s offhanded comment, “I’ll be attending your funeral when Toto finds out,” definitely had him recoiling. Pascale had to smack both her other children for scaring Charles off. Aimee nearly cried on the spot when Arthur made the joke, to which Charles returned to his composure and glared at his youngest brother for making her feel so shitty. 

The mentioned man and his wife were met at the front by the three maternal figures. Toto Wolff wasn’t typically this intimidated. He was usually level-headed, but how they stared at him while they welcomed the couple left him asking what was happening. Tilly seemed to sense some sort of protectiveness towards whatever it was, and when she had gotten a glimpse of it, her eyes sparkled at the sight of Charles’ hand over her little sister’s stomach. She wordlessly grinned before tugging her husband down on a seat right across the two. 

Toto couldn’t say a word if he were being truthful. The moment his eyes settled on the bulging stomach, his glare toward the Monegasque driver hardened. This was Toto’s nightmare, but it wasn’t as if he could just say that in front of the most overprotective women to have existed. So he threatened Charles wordlessly, passing words back and forth with other people while he glared at the Ferrari driver whenever he piped up. 

“So…” Toto started after finishing what seemed to be his second wine of the night. “Aimee, you’re pregnant. How long?” 

“Uh,” Aimee shifted uncomfortably, scared even to look Toto in the eyes. “Seven- seventeen weeks.”

“She’s seventeen weeks and four days—“ Charles was thrilled. He was. But the stare that Toto gave him immediately had his mouth shut as he looked back and only settled to hold his girlfriend’s hands underneath the table. “Four days,” he murmured to himself. 

“So explain how,” Lorenzo started but had given up halfway through, gesturing at Aimee’s stomach, “how has she grown this much if she’s only that much?”

“Yeah, about that,” Charles’ grin widened continuously as he announced, “We’re having twins.”

Aimee and Charles’ siblings were cheering for the couple as a series of hollering escaped their mouths. Pascale, Blanche and Amara were grinning from ear to ear while Toto… he was a man that was hard to please.

“Two?” Toto uttered, already pouring himself another glass of cabernet sauvignon. “And you two are… getting married?”

“What?” Arthur blurted out with an incredulous look, shooting in Toto’s direction. Sylvie and Stevie looked at each other, asking themselves, ‘what the fuck is he on?’ 

“Uh no,” Charles nervously laughed, but no one seemed to understand the memo when Toto glared at him as the Monegasque muttered, “but I suppose this is a wrong answer to say aloud.” 

“We’re not going to get hitched,” Aimee laughed in confusion, “why do we have to?”

“Because you’re pregnant?”

“Do we have to get married?” Aimee looked at Tilly for some help.

Tilly, sensing the discomfort from the pregnant woman, reached to pinch her husband in his side, eliciting a groan from him as she glared, “No, you don’t have to.” 

“Yeah, you don’t,” Sylvie glared at Toto. “Tils and Toto didn’t get married until Tia came along.” 

“So, you’re just going to be waiting for the fourth child to be out until you marry?” Arthur asked bluntly, leaving him to cower when Stevie, Lorenzo and Sylvie shot him a look of annoyance. “Oh mon dieu, je pose juste une question.” Oh my god, I’m just asking a question. 

Toto wasn’t sold at the thought of his youngest in-law being pregnant with another driver’s children. He’d seen Stevie get married off to his own driver, Lewis, and it still never sat right with him to witness them being married or having a family with some men. Charles could agree on the same thing, because if his hypothetical daughter was to be courted and even have a boyfriend he wasn’t sure how he would act either. 

He didn’t think that he would have the same problem with vice versa until he found out that Aimee was carrying two boys. He wondered how to prevent them from having girlfriends or boyfriends at an early age because he was certain that Aimee would just play mother of the groom on the pretend wedding that the boys would have at a young age. 

But his worries withered away when he held Hervé and Jules for the first time. He could still remember realizing how strong they were from the grip they had on his fingers. He could still remember the sight of Aimee crying after she introduced them to their father— not wanting to see Charles cry again due to the tribute that she had given to Charles’ family that passed years ago.

Perhaps it was a good idea that she did the crying this time; she deserved it after watching him have a breakdown over the little things that he didn’t need to worry about — and Charles needed to have the backbone for thinking himself as a shitty father for his unborn children. 

“What’re their names?” Esteban almost laughed after seeing Charles stare at Pierre mindlessly. It really wasn’t a good idea for Gasly to have Charles repeat the babies’ names all over again especially when the Monegasque was way too tired for his friends’ bullshit.

Mick kicked Pierre lightly with a hush, rocking the baby in his arms as he quietly asked, “Do you not listen or do you just live to piss your best friend off?”

Charles glared at Pierre, whose smile stood out as he giggled. Scoffing quietly, Charles gestured to the boy in his arm, “Jules Lorenzo Blaise Pascal Timothé.”

Then he nudged his head at Mick’s direction before he introduced the other twin, “and the boy in Mick’s hold is Hervé Louis Sebastien René Mathieu.”

“Sorry, I didn’t listen, Shal can you—“ 

“Oh my fucking god. Shut the fuck up, Pierre.”

“I’m kidding,” Pierre snorted as he quietly cackled. “What do you call them though?” 

2026 — Sacha Niki Pierre Philippe Leclerc

Torger Wolff promised that he wasn’t going to squash Charles Leclerc’s head until it popped once that Hervé and Jules Leclerc were born. 

He loved his nephews after all and spoiled them as much as their Uncle Toto could. He made sure the boys had their bunk beds prepared at the Wolff home in Monaco or England just in case they came for a sleepover with his son Adelmo and his niece Lottie Hamilton — who were just about the same age as the twins. He spoiled them equally. 

But god, was he ever ready to get rid of their Da the moment he received a text from the Monegasque with the words, “She’s pregnant.” 

“Morning, Sainz, is your stupid teammate in the office?” Toto didn’t even listen to the Spanish man’s answer as he continued to make his way to Fred Vasseur’s in-site office at the Scuderia Ferrari area. “Charles Leclerc! I’ve warned you once—“

The Ferrari team principal turned to look at the entryway of his office with a scowl, crossing his arms in annoyance. Toto wasn’t even in his team’s area and he was still acting like he shouldn’t have to knock at the damn door. The man that he was addressing, however, was teary eyed when he turned to look at Toto. 

“Is this your third or fourth?” Toto asked, still glaring at the Monegasque. 

“Third,” Charles wanted to smile but the last thing he wanted to do was die in this damn motorhome. In the hands of Toto Wolff, of all people.

“And no ring?” Toto then found him holding whatever in his hand, peering down as his mouth opened slightly. 

In Charles’ hand was a gold ring, ruby sitting on top of it as he clutched on it tightly. It wasn’t just a gold ring. From what Toto had learned, it was Aimee’s grandmother’s engagement ring. 

“I was— proposing to her—“ Charles sobbed quietly, a smile now resting on his face as he begged himself not to ugly cry in front of the Mercedes team principal. “Then she said Herb and J were going to be big brothers. I was on my knees, Toto! I promise! I want to propose first but she just spewed that— oh god, I have three children now.” It didn’t even dawn on him that he was about to have three under five until he cut himself off. 

Then he was just crying hysterically in the middle of the office with Carlos barging in frantically. “What the hell, Charles?! Are you okay?” 

Toto smiled proudly at the Monegasque driver, clapping him on the back before he shrugged at Carlos Sainz and Fred. “Don’t worry about him,” Toto replied quietly to the other men, “he’s having his third child, that's all.”

Carlos and Fred were confused and scared. They weren’t sure if it was because of Charles’ breakdown on the floor of the Ferrari team principal’s office or if it was because of Toto’s calm demeanour. But regardless, if Toto said not to worry, then so be it. 

Baby Boy Leclerc was written on his little hospital bassinet. But Toto got the first glimpse of his birth certificate. 

Sacha Niki Pierre Philippe Leclerc.

Toto had no reason to be upset. He wasn’t. He was just as equally as annoyed at himself when he realized how overprotective he was when it came to Aimee - who, as of this point, had already given birth to her third baby. He had no reason to be protective especially when she was doing a damn good job at protecting her two children. Now, he had the chance to witness her protect Sacha — the boy that they named after Niki Lauda, who happened to be close to the Hearth sisters before he passed. 

Like Tilly’s second pregnancy, Aimee and Charles welcomed their son to the world with wedding bands in their fingers. Pierre almost had a stroke watching Charles boast about his wife and their third son— but the final nail in the coffin had something to do with Sacha Leclerc having Pierre as a namesake. It wasn’t everyday Pierre got to pass out over such a small thing— but to be a namesake and named the godfather of the child? Yeah, Pierre Gasly would boast about him too. 

Arriving back home was easy. However, according to the Leclerc children’s grid uncles, writing down the boy’s name into the banner (which said, “Welcome Baby Sacha Niki Pierre Phi—(with a gap) lippe”) was quite complicated. They had done a good job with the twins’ welcome banner two years ago, but according to them their handwriting got too sloppy. 

Lando groaned quietly, “Don’t give them such a long name next time. Look at Max! His name is just Max.” 

Max Verstappen reached for a balloon on the floor before hitting Lando with it, “It’s a Leclerc thing to give them six names, of course they have to have the long name.”

“Oi, don’t make fun of my name,” Charles called out from the kitchen, pouring his two boys some glasses of apple juice the toddlers babbled in protest against their Uncle Max’s response. “Even H and J aren’t happy with what you said. You’re not being kind to your own nephews the more you make fun of me.” 

Pierre chuckled, sitting next to Aimee as she fed Sacha. The Frenchman said, “I’m so convinced that those two are Charles’ minis.” 

“They are becoming more like their Da as days go on,” Aimee pulled her tank top’s strap back on and began to burp Sacha. “I’m so outnumbered as of this point.”

“Baby PJ’s going to be like his Oncle Pierre, I can tell you that much,” Pierre smugly said, reaching out to caress Sacha’s cheek as he said, “I’ll be his big mentor and I’ll make sure his Da doesn’t have much influence on him.”

“His name is Sacha, Pierre,” Aimee rolled her eyes. Pierre, from the moment he was told of Sacha’s full name, had decided that the baby’s nickname was PJ — or Pierre Junior. He hadn’t even held the baby yet when he walked in the room but he had already staked his claim and declared Sacha as a Mini Pierre. “And you said the same thing to Herb and Jules when you met them, look how they turned out. They’re so much like Charles.”

“We all have our trials and errors,” Pierre mumbled, “and you know what they say— third times a charm. Maybe PJ will be the same.”

2029 — Anthoine Charles Elio Perceval and Alain Marc Léonard Arthur Leclerc

“You have quite some swimmers,” Pierre cackled hysterically, slapping Charles in the chest as he tried to get his shit together instead of laughing at the fact that his best friend has five children under seven. He really couldn’t when he had to remind himself that Aimee had given birth to another set of twins just a day ago. 

Charles began to curse at him in French, already exasperated after the long night that Aimee had. She had a labour that lasted longer than the previous pregnancies that she went through and it annoyed her more than it made things painful. Charles’ five year olds and his three year old son were fussing about not being around their mother for longer than two minutes and were already on the way to the hospital with their Mamé Pascale and Mamma Blanche, eager to meet their little brothers. 

Pierre, Max, Lewis, and Mick were all standing in front of the glass window of the hospital nursery with Charles, eyes all trained on the twin boys that slept peacefully alongside other infants. Charles never wondered, but he was always surprised that Aimee was this strong to even give birth to five of their children— fuck that, she had given birth to five of his boys. He couldn’t even find himself to swear to his best friend when he was too busy loving the shit out of his newborn sons. His boys. 

On the men’s left was Anthoine Charles Elio Perceval, whose personality was already showing by the way his resting face wrinkles to a scowl. Pierre couldn’t afford to cry over the tribute to their friend who passed years ago that all he did was laugh at his best friend’s experiences in fatherhood. He could just cry later on, the Frenchman told himself while he continued to pester Charles about his five sons. 

Next to Anthoine’s bassinet was Alain Marc Léonard Arthur, whose soft smile had the men outside the nursery melting as he cooed softly and shifted around. Charles and the others could tell that out of the two of them, Alain would be the one to stop the Ferrari driver from ripping his hair out.

Anthoine would most likely give Charles a run for his money and raise hell with Hervé and Jules. 

Alain would be the one to be as angelic as PJ — whose nickname stuck after Pierre continued to visit the boys every other week — and his mother Aimee, whose youthful glow remained despite entering her motherhood five years ago. Aimee wasn’t that outnumbered after all.

Max scoffed next to Pierre, “You wouldn’t be saying that if you hadn’t known anything about protection.”

“I’ve had practices,” Pierre winked at Max, making the Dutchman grimace. “Just no luck yet. It’s not as if I’m shaming Charles for it.”

“Five kids are better than none,” Lewis shrugged, still looking at the twins on the other side of the window. “How you’ve done it— fuckin’ beats me— but I sure as hell am jealous.”

“Never hurts to try for one more,” Charles chuckled. “You really think Lottie and Leland would be satisfied to have each other? It doesn’t really make a good playhouse squad.”

Lewis huffed, “They’ve already got your boys, Adelmo and Max’s Millie. I don’t think Steve would appreciate having to push out one more.”

“What about you, Max?” Mick joked before nudging the Dutchman with a smirk. “Opting for one more?” 

“I’ve got a girl,” Max deadpanned, “and I’ve another one on the way. I’m not the kind to be greedy but I think Millia and Lila would make good big sisters to a little brother, don’t you think?”

“Are you two settling for the little girl’s name then?” Pierre asked. “Lila?” 

“Poor Sylvie doesn’t even have a child named after her,” Mick laughed. 

“She named our daughter Emilia,” Max defended himself, “I didn’t ask her to name the girl Emilia. She just said it’s too damn pretty.”

“Besides, Max isn’t really known for giving things good names,” Lewis teased. “Last I checked he wanted to call Emilia ‘Jane’.” 

“Fuck off, Sylvie loves Jane Austen,” Max scoffed, shoving Lewis slightly when the British man laughed. “Besides, her name would have been Blue or something.”

“All jokes aside,” Lewis paused before clapping Charles on the back. “I’m pumped to see your bunch hanging out with their cousins. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Four months,” Max murmured. “It’s been four months for all of us.”

“I know,” Charles rolled his eyes. “H and Jules are looking forward to the Australian GP— they’ve been wanting to wreak havoc in the paddock since Abu Dhabi.”

“Those kids of yours need to lose that energy,” Pierre chuckled. “Have you ever taken them for a walk?” 

“I always take them out for a walk,” Charles muttered. They just have a bad habit of running away from their Da. All the freaking time.

Speaking of.

“Da!” 

“Look at those little devils go,” Pierre and the other men turned to the direction of the sound of running feet, hoisting little PJ up in his arms while the eldest Leclerc children ran towards their father, who had immediately lifted them up and pressed a kiss on their cheeks. 

“Where are they? Where are they?” Hervé and Jules tried to keep their voices down, as they were told by their Mamé before they entered the hospital— begging their dad to show them the newborn babies as he pointed through the window.

“Oncle P,” Sacha reached for his godfather’s scruffy face as he murmured, “où est Maman?” Where’s mom? 

“Elle dort comme un bébé,” She’s sleeping like a baby. Pierre whispered to the boy, now pointing to the babies as he continued, “Like your little brothers.”

“Mm? Mais il ne dort pas,” But he’s not sleeping. Sacha pointed at the baby to the right. “He’s no sleeping?”

“He looks like you, Da. Look,” Jules pointed and said in awe while grinned at his father. “And he does too!” 

“He’s like me and Jules!” Hervé exclaimed in amusement. “They look the same, Da!” 

“Yes they do,” Charles grinned, “because they’re like you two. Twins!” 

“How come I don’t have twin?” Sacha asked, slumping against his Oncle Pierre. Max and Lewis turned to the boy and offered him a soft smile. 

Mick then reached out, “It’s better that you don’t,” he joked, “you’re one of a kind, little PJ.” 

“But he won’t have any driving partner for Ferrari?” Hervé protested in annoyance. Charles laughed at this. His sons were born to be Ferrari drivers, said once by Sebastian Vettel. They were born to a Ferrari driving father and a mother who worked for McLaren. Even the amount of papaya outfit never stopped the Leclerc children from aspiring to become the Prancing Horse’s next generation of drivers. 

All but one. Sacha turned to look at his eldest brothers and said, “Me and L’land are driving for Mercedes!” 

“No! You’re driving for ‘Rari, ‘member, PJ?” 

“Mummy said I can drive for anyone,” Sacha pulled himself away from Pierre’s chest for a second to cross his arms, pouting at his eldest brothers. “I wan’ drive for ‘Cedes!” 

Lewis looked at Charles with approval all over his face, obviously cocky at the statement made by the three year old.

“You don’t want to drive for Alpine like your Oncle P?” Pierre asked, goading his godson into joining his team.

“Hm, maybe! But I wanna be like Uncle Lew and Da!” 

“Mon chou, you are like Da,” Charles grinned widely. “You and your brothers are mini Charles.” 

Seeing his sons now — the two that he held in his arms, the toddler that Pierre had on his own pair and the other two that were just born yesterday — had him thinking about the importance of their names and their existence. Charles didn’t seem to think of himself as someone so sentimental, but his life with Aimee seemed to change his viewpoint. He valued his family more than he did before. 

He didn’t care much about carrying the family name as long as he could remember where his sons’ names came from. 

If his eldest asked, he was more than willing to tell them a story about how Hervé and Jules got their names from their late grandpa and uncle. If PJ asked, then Charles and Aimee would sit him down to tell the boy about Aimee’s Uncle Niki and great grandfather Philip Hearth. And someday when his youngest grew curious, he’d tell them all about Charles’ good friend Anthoine and a French driving legend named Alain Prost. 

He’d sit them all down to let them know about the people that he and Aimee loved and how they loved to keep their memories alive through the boys. 

But for now, Charles Leclerc was quite content with nurturing his boys with his wife. He was only looking forward to caring for Aimee Leclerc and their children. Then maybe someday, the Leclerc bunch would grow to care for their mother too.

[amberjazmyn]

slipping through my fingers 🫶

pairing : charles leclerc x fem!leclerc reader

summary : it's the day of charles leclerc's younger sister madaline's wedding to her long-time fiancé. charles and the f1 grid are way more emotional about it than they all thought they would be. they realised that their little sister was growing up and almost as though she was slipping through their fingers. especially when twelve hours before, marianna was utterly frightful of getting married to her fiancé. 

warnings :  other than some tears, older brother x charles leclerc, mentions of the losses of jules bianchi & herve leclerc, wedding fluff but not much

a/n : this is the third time i'm rewriting this and i love it so much so i decided to rewrite it for the one and only charles leclerc because this is my fave abba song. also, this is not to disrespect the losses of herve leclerc and jules bianchi, it is so saddening that charles has lost those two important men in his life as well as others like anthoine hubert and this is not to be rude or any of the sort. 

madaline was absolutely mortified and she couldn't understand why she was so scared. was it because she was twenty-three years old and was getting married to the love of her life in literally less than twelve hours? or that she was getting married without two of the most important people there with her? for as long as she could remember, her biggest fear was the prospect of something bad happening to her parents and her family. yet, within two years of one another, madaline lost her brother charles' godfather, jules, to an f1 crash and then their dad two years later to a terminal illness, their mum the last parent left. and now, at this point, she had absolutely no idea about who she was going to get ready with for her wedding, who was going to walk her down the aisle or anything of that sort. come to think of it actually, madaline felt and knew exactly the fear, stress and anxiety that sophie sheridan from mamma mia was going through during the movie. and honestly, this isn't something that the poor girl ever thought she'd be feeling twelve hours out from her wedding. she genuinely thought she'd be jumping up and with the utmost excitement, more than she had ever been before. however, she couldn't even think about jumping up and down or be a tad bit excited and it was all because of the fact her mum, pascale, was focusing on helping the groom. not because she hated her daughter but because she knew that it was best to have her girls with her. that and she didn't have her dad, herve or jules, to walk her down the aisle and give her away to her husband-to-be. 

madaline felt like her head was travelling and spinning at a million miles per millisecond and she couldn't do anything to stop it, even if she tried. even if some of her bridesmaids told her to relax and that she was going to be okay, she physically couldn't and it genuinely caused some arguements. and that was something everyone had been hoping and trying their hardest to avoid the entire time. so, as tears began to cloud the young girl's eyes, chaos freely flying around her mind, she ran to the only other two people she knew would be able to help her clear her mind, making her judgement clearer.

holding back sobs, madaline helplessly beat down on the bedroom door of charles and his girlfriend alexandra and when no noise of acknowledgement came back, the distressed bride-to-be nearly slid down the door in complete hysterics. before madaline suddenly squealed, the door opened however charles nor alexandra opened the door. kika and lily did, the girlfriends of pierre gasly and oscar piastri.

"...madaline? are you okay sweetheart?" kika questioned, lily reaching her hand out for madaline to hold as the girl's teary eyes grew wide as she tried to hide her tears

both kika and lily knew their "sister" and could immediately tell that the young bride-to-be wasn't okay. however, both lily and kika didn't need to wait that long before madaline shook her head.

her eyes closing as her body shook from her sobs before being immediately scooped up in a hug by the two girls, "oh, madaline, baby girl, what's wrong?" kika whispered, softly rocking the distressed girl side to side, lily moving side to side as well

allowing the girl to calm down properly, the girls waited patiently for an answer, taking in a breath, madaline responded, "the wedding...it...i'm scared, kika, lily...ah..sorry for the tears--"

"--don't apologise, sweetpea, not to us especially...why are you so scared, madaline? i think instead of this just being between the three of us, we should tell charles, arthur and lorenzo or pascale even?" lily stepped in this time, offering the girl options as to who else she could talk to about her wedding fears as madaline managed a small smirk in gratitude for kika and lily

  "thanks girls and could i tell you and charles, please?" madaline almost whispered, sounding almost ashamed for being so fearful of the event that she was once so excited about and was now so terrified of 

 "oh, of course, you can darling! sit tight here for a bit, alright and we'll grab charles..." as lily and kika went to both leave the room to get charles, one of madaline's brother, they were stopped by that very girl who refused to get go of the girls' hands scoffing softly, kika spoke up this time as she turned around,

 "...darling, we can't get charles if you don't let go of me and lily," kika spoke softly as madaline shook her head

the girls quickly recognising the fear in madaline's as the same one they first saw when the news broke out about the deaths of her dad herve. breaking the hearts of both kika and lily - since it was a look they hadn't seen since that day.

 "can...ah...shoot...could you both stay here?" madaline stammered out shyly as both kika and lily immediately nodded their heads, kika grabbing her phone to shoot charles a text instead

"of course, i can mads," kika smiled softly, the text quickly sent as she pulled her distressed bff in for another hug whilst they all, kika, lily and madaline waited for charles

the three girls found their way to charles' bed and sat there quietly when they suddenly heard the quick footsteps of charles. it sounded like he was panicking and running so, they knew right away they needed everyone to be calm and collected. so, with the help of kika and lily, madaline took in some deep breaths and tried to reduce and get rid of as many tears from her face as possible. however, the moment charles entered the room, it seemed like he could already tell what was stressing his little sister out and it truly devastated him and he didn't even need to think that hard to figure it out either.

catching his breath back, charles gently went down to his knees and held his sister's hands, "je sais pourquoi tu as peur madaline mais je veux que tu me le dises. qu'est-ce qui te tracasse, chérie ? qu'est-ce qui vous empêche d'être si enthousiasmé par ce qui sera le plus beau jour de votre vie et de celle de votre fiancé ? tu étais tellement excité ces dernières semaines, qu'est-ce qui a changé?" charles whispered in french as kika and lily slowly backed away, allowing the brother and sister to have this talk in private, madaline's chin wobbled as she shrugged her shoulders i know why you're scared madaline but i want you to tell me. what's bothering you, honey? what's stopping you from being so excited about what's going to be the happiest day of your and your fiancé's life? you were so excited the past few weeks, what's changed?

truthfully, she didn't want to tell her brother the reason, even though she knew he knew since he just explained that he knew but wanted to hear it from her. she just felt like if she said it out loud, it would be true and she didn't want it to be true. madaline, in some ways, still refused to believe that their dad and charles' godfather were dead, as childish (and possibly delusional) as it was, she still hated the thought that she, at twenty-three, only had her mum left apart from her three brother's, lorenzo, charles and arthur. she despised that she was the only leclerc sibling out of all four of them that wouldn't get the chance to have their dad walk her down the aisle and have jules there like she always dreamt they would. whilst lorenzo was the only other sibling married, it still was upsetting that madaline that her dad would never get the opportunity to walk her down the aisle and she'd never get the opportunity to tease jules for being so emotional over it during the reception. wait, depised isn't the right word at all. it absolutely killed her that her dad and jules weren't alive to see her get married to the man who truly saved their youngest daughter's life more times than countable on two hands. however, charles wanted to be told so then he could help his sister because he knew how hard it was to plan a wedding with your parents involved so, he knew that it would be even harder without.so, he wanted to do every single thing, big or small, he could to help his little sister with the most important day of her life.

 charles sighed softly, picking himself up off the ground and sitting beside his sister on his bed, "est-ce que ça a à voir avec le fait que papa et jules ne soient pas là ?" charles whispered softly, emotion wavering in his voice for it was also emotional for him to talk about the fact that their dad and godfather weren't alive for the wedding as madaline's staggered breath and nod of the head confirmed charles's question has it got to do with dad and jules not being here?

madaline closed her eyes, leaning into her brother as the tears she had tried so desperately hard to hold back just exploded down her face as she covered it with her hand. charles held his sister as tightly as he could as his heart broke even more. this was basically the first time since losing their dad and jules that madaline had actually cried over their deaths. which is why it was hitting the girl all at once with her wedding being less than a day away and knowing that dad and jules wouldn't be there to be witness to it.

even though it was more than charles just being an emotional person, he could also feel tears stream down his own cheeks as he hugged his sister tightly as she just fell apart in his grip, "je t'aime, madaline. tout ira bien, je le promets," charles whispered as he started to soothe madaline's cries as she started to take in some deep breaths to control herself i love you, madaline. we'll be okay, i promise

"je t'aime aussi, charles... et tu le penses vraiment ?" madaline whispered back as charles nodded his head, his grip not once weakening i love you too, charles...and you really think so?

"je le sais, madaline! quoi qu'il arrive, ils seront toujours avec nous, dans nos cœurs et cela ne pourra jamais nous être enlevé!" charles responded as madaline hummed, a small smile gracing her lips as she nodded her head in agreement i know so, madaline! no matter what, they'll always be with us, in our hearts and that can never be taken away from us!

 "personne ne peut l'enlever..." she trailed off as she and charles stayed in one another's embrace no one can take that away

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𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲

 her head was swirling with regret, madaline had just blurted out to her brother's girlfriend, alexandra if she could help her get ready for her wedding alongside kika, lily and kelly. it originally looked as though alex didn't want to do it, that is, until tears welled in her eyes and she smiled.

tearing up, alexandra spoke up, "...you want me to help you get ready, mads?" she nearly whispered as her voice caught with emotion, madaline nodding her head with the sweetest smile after she relaxed

"is that okay, alex?" madaline questions with the biggest smile as lily, kika and kelly stand behind the girl with smiles on their face 

alexandra nodded her head, her smile big, "of course! i'd be honoured, madaline! thank you for even asking me let alone lily, kika and kelly! do the other girls in the bridal party know we're helping you?" alexandra questions as madaline smiles, nodding her head 

"yeah, that's why maman's with them. she's getting ready with them right now. we'll be seeing them after though during the first look alongside charles and the groomsmen," madaline smiled as alexandra sighed, pulling her sister-in-law in for a hug and smiled 

lily, kika and kelly also smiling and immediately decided to get the young bride ready in an instant, the rest of the bridal party getting ready next door. 

and because it was all of a sudden too quiet, the girls decided to play her wedding playlist they had specifically created and hit shuffle. and, like it was fate, the very first song that played was none other than abba's slipping through my fingers. smiling softly as kika started her makeup, madaline started to sing and hearing her sing made the other girls smile at her. especially since the girl's favourite movie was mamma mia, the movie from which this song is from. 

  schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning, waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile, i watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness 

 madaline smiled as she sat on the makeup chair whilst kika did her makeup whilst lily, kelly and alexandra watched on in pure joy at the girl's happiness when just not even a day earlier, she was terrified and sobbing in her older brother's arms about it.

it hadn't taken kika that long to do madaline's makeup when she smacked the bride-to-be's bum and told her to move over to lily's. sitting in lily's lap, lily started to paint madaline's toenails since her nails had already been done days beforehand alongside kelly.

and, it was at this moment that madaline realised why weddings were so emotional and so stressful because there was a sort of innocence that she'd be losing because she'd be growing up. but, at the same time, madaline was the happiest she had ever been and she was just so excited to be married that she kind of tried her best to soak in and savour all the emotion so that she'd never forget it. 

  and i have to sit down for a while, the feeling that i'm losing her forever, and without really entering her world, i'm glad whenever i can share her laughter, that funny little girl 

 whilst doing madaline's toes, lily started to sing along with her to slipping through my fingers as it truly did feel like the f1 grid was losing their little leclerc baby after a short twenty-three years. and six of those twenty-three years, she had been dating her husband-to-be. so, for the rest of the f1 grid seeing their little baby finally marry her husband made it real for them. it made it real that she was growing up and entering into the new life that they all had been in for more than two decades at this point.

even though he knew he wasn't allowed to be actively looking for his sister, charles just couldn't help himself to stay when he heard madaline and lily, along with kika, kelly and alexandra, all sing together. it almost made him teary-eyed when he realised the song... who was he kidding, it totally made him cry when he heard the song as he rested his head against the door as he too also started to quietly sing along to the song. this song is really meaningful to charles now that he really started to feel like his younger sister was slipping through his fingers and finally growing up and getting married.

slipping through my fingers all the time, i try to capture every minute, the feeling in it

charles sang softly as he closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks as he rested his head against the door of the room where his sister was getting ready with the help of his girlfriend alexandra and the other f1 wags. the wedding photographer was also in there but seemed as though she was also joining in with the singing and having fun.

charles smiled tearfully as he continued to sing, grateful that even though madaline was missing their dad and jules. who were sadly no longer with them on earth, she was still positive and allowing herself to fully be present and have all the fun in the world. no longer upset or scared about her wedding.

  slipping through my fingers all the time, do i really see what's in her mind? each time i think i'm close to knowing, she keeps on growing 

 as charles sang softly on the other side of the door, lily had finished painting madaline's toenails so kelly was now taking care of madaline's hairstyle before finishing it off by having alexandra help assist madaline into her wedding dress.

the girls continued to sing whilst the photographer continued to snap some candid photos of kelly curling madaline's hair before braiding two sections and forming it into a bun at the base of her head. "...wow kelly, this looks perfect and it's only just started..." 

  slipping through my fingers all the time

madaline smiled at the mirror as kelly finished doing her hair. her long blonde locks were curled and put back with a braided bun that was decorated with baby's breath. now that her hair, makeup and toenails were done, all that was left was to get her into her ceremony dress since madaline realised she couldn't choose between two. so, instead of having to choose which one to say no to, she decided which one to wear for the actual ceremony and then which one to wear for the reception afterwards.

"...thank you girls! i cannot thank you enough for helping me get ready!"

charles' pov

i could tell from the window next to madaline's room that she was getting changed into her ceremony dress with the help of my girlfriend, charlotte. turning away from the window, i sat down and rested against the door as i softly started to sing the next verse of slipping through my fingers. i hadn't realised until this very moment that the girls had been playing it and singing to it that i really related to it. in the same way, dad and jules surely would have related to it, because it was finally madaline's wedding day, i truly realised and felt like she was all of a sudden just slipping through my fingers and growing up way too quickly for my liking.

going back through our childhood together, before my motorsport really took off and took me away from my family, i remember always telling madaline to just slow down. because, before she knew it, she'd be getting married and having to do the adult stuff like pay for bills and work tirelessly so she should be thankful that she was still young. and for her to stay young for as long as she could and now, she was an adult. i mean, she has for the last few years, only a year younger than me and she was getting married. and there was no way i could just press a button that stopped time and stopped my sister from getting any older. 

and i'm not saying this because i never want madaline to grow up or get married or create her own family. nah, that just sounds a tiny bit creepy. it brings me so much joy to see madaline grow up and get married to her beautiful husband-to-be and have a family with him. it just makes me sad that she's no longer that spunky, bubbly, innocent little girl like she used to be. i just sometimes wish she could stay this little forever as selfish as it sounds, i just know it's something that dad and jules would be begging madaline about because i know they'd also want their little girl to stay as little forever as i'd want her to. 

but, that's the thing, she can't stay that little forever and, she has to grow up and get married and have her own family. otherwise i don't think madaline would be as happy as she is now if she wasn't moments away from getting married to her husband-to-be.

sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table barely awake, i let precious time go by. then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling and a sense of guilt i can't deny

i smiled as i sang, even though i knew i'd start crying and just let myself reflect. i was remembering those days when madaline and i were younger than we are now, obviously, sleep in our eyes and the both of us eating our breakfast together before going our separate ways to school and whatever it was i was doing with karting and motorsport. and now, i've realised the precious time that i just let slip away now that she's gone and just as donna sings to sophie, i feel that same odd melancholy feeling and guilt that i wasn't able to deny.

as the girls continued to sing, i knew i had to leave since i also had to get ready due to the wedding being less than an hour away at this point. walking away, i could faintly hear madaline and the girls sing the next verse making me smile at two of my best girls.

what happened to the wonderful adventures, the places i had planned for us to go? well, some of that we did, but most we didn't and why, i just don't know

knowing that i had been crying before walking back into the room where the groomsmen and best men were getting ready, i wiped away my tears as best as i could and took in a deep breath. mainly because i knew if madaline's husband-to-be saw me crying, he himself might start freaking out and that wasn't something that was needed at this point. especially now with so little time before the actual ceremony taking place. however, as soon as the lads were all ready and just chilling at this point, resting in our hotel room after so many photos had been taken, a small knock was heard on the door.

due to being the closest to the door, pierre opened it to see his girlfriend, kika's gorgeous smile straight away, "hey kika, what are you doing here?" pierre spoke up as kika smiled before giving an apologetic look to noah, madaline's husband-to-be

"i am so sorry noah but, is it okay if i just steal your guys for a moment? madaline has requested to have a small little moment with them before the ceremony..." kika trailed off as all of the groomsmen (me, pierre, lando, max, daniel, oscar, taylor and damien, two of noah's brothers) all lit up in excitement as noah smiled

"...of course you can, kika, it's not a problem at all," noah smiles as kika sends him a wink and grabs my hand whilst the rest of the groomsmen filter out behind us in a mix of confusion and excitement as to why we were suddenly being summoned

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by the time the groomsmen and kika had made their way to a gorgeous floral archway, they stopped and in confusion, charles spoke up asking kika why they had been dragged all the way over there.

"...kika, what are we doing here?" charles questions with a soft giggle as francisca smiles lovingly at her best friend

knowing that madaline wouldn't have the chance of a first look with her dad and to be walked down the aisle by him, she thought this was the perfect time to let madaline have a first look with her husband-to-be's groomsmen. which included her brother and also have him walk her down the aisle.

smiling, kika spoke up, "do you trust me, charles?" charles smiled and nodded his head at his best friend almost immediately - of course he trusted her, how could he not?

"of course, i trust you, kika!" charles answers in a matter-of-fact tone which makes the group giggle as francisca smiles back before responding

"good because i'll need you guys to close your eyes and keep them closed until i tell you to open them again, okay?" kika announces which slightly worries them but they listen and close their eyes

francisca noticed that all the guys had closed their eyes and weren't trying to peak or try to see what was going on so she gestured for madaline to come out of her hiding spot and walk over to the groomsmen for the first look.

slipping through my fingers all the time, i try to capture every minute the feeling in it

taking in a deep breath, madaline stood in front of her husband-to-be's groomsmen which literally included her older brother, charles and the other f1 grid racers that her husband was friends with. this was originally a moment she had been waiting for and dreaming of doing with her dad and jules. however, due to their untimely deaths, she wasn't able to do that. so, noah, madaline and francisca decided that as a compromise, madaline would instead do a first look with the groomsmen and then ask charles if he could walk her down the aisle since their dad wasn't able to do it.

francisca gave the girl some comfort knowing this whole situation was emotional and bittersweet for the girl before giving her a slight head nod, signalling that she could tell the guys to open their eyes.

"...you can open your eyes now..."

slipping through my fingers all the time, do i really see what's in her mind? each time i think i'm close to knowing, she keeps on growing. slipping through my fingers all the time

...as soon as madaline spoke up, letting the guys open their eyes, they did just that and then all fell silent as soon as they realised who was in front of them. standing in front of noah's groomsmen stood madaline all dressed up in her wedding dress and looking exactly how charles had imagined his baby sister would look like on her wedding day.

silence filled the floral outdoor archway for a few more moments before a tearful charles spoke up in french, "...tu es si jolie, madaline," he sniffled quietly as he smiled wide as madaline sighed out of relief as she giggled softly you look so pretty, madaline

"thanks, charles, you guys look so good as well!" madaline giggled in english as she swayed side to side shyly before charles walked forward

grabbing his sister's hands, he lifted one up as she smiled in slight confusion before understanding what he was doing when he started to twirl her to see the rest of the dress and the back of her hair. holding back a sob with his free hand, charles spoke up again as everyone else watched on with smiles.

"dad and jules are for sure kicking themselves that they're not here to see this," charles' voice broke as tears welled in his eyes and madaline nodded her head, her facial expressions softening

"i know, charles. i bet they are roaring mad that they're missing out but, i know they're here, i can feel them. they may not be alive but they're here!" madaline smiled as she pulled her brother in for a hug, giving him a quick kiss on the head

she then moved to pierre, lando, max, daniel, oscar, taylor and damien for hugs before moving back over to her brother to ask him a very important question.

"...charles, i have a question i wanted to ask you..." madaline trailed off in english so the others could understand since not all of them spoke or understood french as she held her brother's hand as he smiled, nodding his head

"...what is it bug?" charles replied with a smile on his face as everyone else watched on in suspense, everyone but kika, obviously

"well, since dad isn't here, and mum focusing on all of her other jobs making sure lorenzo and arthur are behaving, i was wondering if you wanted to walk me down the aisle and give me away..." madaline trailed off as charles' eyes once again filled with tears as a shaky breath left his mouth

"...are you sure?" charles whispered as his voice broke and madaline nodded her head, a big smile on her face

"i'm serious, i'm not marrying noah if you don't give me away, please charles. and before you ask, i have already asked mum, lorenzo and arthur but they have all kindly refused, wanting it to be you. so, please, will you walk me down the aisle, cause, truthfully, i'm too scared to do it alone..." madaline trailed off softly, her voice in a tone that wasn't at all pleading as charles gulped

he had no idea that their mum and two other brothers had refused to walk their daughter and sister down the aisle because they wanted him to do it instead. he wasn't hesitating because he didn't want to walk his sister down the aisle, he was hesitating because he knew that this job was supposed to be their dad's, not his. however, charles quickly came to his decision and wiped away his tears, smiling and nodding his head.

"even though i wish dad was here to do this, i'll be honoured to walk you down the aisle, mads," charles breathed out with a smile, madaline smiled brightly as she was brought into a hug by charles

❘༻༺❘

sometimes i wish that i could freeze the picture, and save it from the funny tricks of time, slipping through my fingers...

madaline smiled as she and charles walked down the aisle, her husband-to-be, noah patiently waiting for them. staring at her in complete awe, noah felt tears well in his eyes but he kept his cool even when he saw the tears well in his soon-to-be brother-in-law's eyes as he held his younger sister's hand as tightly as he possibly could.

the song that charles and madaline were walking down the aisle to was amazed by lonestar since it was the song that had been pre-picked by jules and herve years ago, before noah and madaline were even old enough to consider being married. it only made sense that that song stayed unchanged as it now paid tribute to them both.

the brother and sister had now made it halfway down the aisle and that was when they finally decided to share a sweet, comforting look with one another. both of them acknowledged that whilst today was a happy occasion, it was still upsetting and bittersweet that their dad and jules weren't alive to see it take place.

leaning to her ear, charles spoke up in french, "ça va, bug?" he whispered as madaline smiled and lightly nodded her head, so as not to alert the guests that they were talking you alright, bug?

"mhm, je vais bien charles," she mumbled back as charles smiled and took in another deep breath, comforted by the fact that his sister was okay mhm, i'm okay charles

"slipping through my fingers all the time. schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning, waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile,"

tears filled charles' eyes as he gave his sister away to marry noah, ignoring the way the bridal party, groomsmen and guests watched in complete awe. standing with his girlfriend with the rest of the bridal party, he couldn't help the tears that fell down his cheeks watching his sister get married to her husband without their dad and jules there at the wedding since their deaths.

halfway through the ceremony, madaline turned her head and made eye contact with her teary-eyed brother. understanding her brother's emotions, she smiled comfortingly and gave him a little wave before returning her attention back to the ceremony and her husband who gave her a sweet smile.

charles never realised until now that madaline had well and truly slipped through his fingers and it no longer bothered him because it wasn't like she'd never return ever again. 

fin

this was so much fun to write for a third time! anyway, i love this one-shot so much that i'm going to do like a part two that follows the reception part of madaline and noah's wedding and have it include the best man speech and all that jazz. it may also follow an abba song or something but i don't know yet but do keep your eyes peeled as it will be a good one.

©⠀amberjazmyn's original work. do not translate or steal any of my fics. 2024

[lilradridinghood]

I miss themmmm

Hubert x Pascal sketch commission drawn by @viinas <3

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I am deeply sorry these are late

I hope these are to your liking

[gothamangelwings]

I’ve been playing Tales of Graces again; for like the 5th or 6th time, and I am overcome with Hubert x Pascal feels.  Seriously these two were made for each other. I need to expand my Huscal doujinshi collection.

[harley-sunday]

North Star [01]

Summary: “We were never bad, Charles, we just lost each other somewhere along the way.” It’s been two years since you and Charles broke up and you have been trying to find your way ever since. Will seeing him again make you find your true north?

Pairings: Pierre Gasly x reader (best friends) | Charles Leclerc x reader

Chapter warnings: Language. Mentions Anthoine Hubert. Please see the masterlist for general warnings.

Word count: 5.6k

AN: Reader is an unnamed OFC, nicknamed Flo. I went with an OFC because there is a lot of backstory that will be revealed throughout the story (including how she got her nickname), but I still wanted it to read as a reader insert. No mentions of y/n. For the sake of this fic Charles is very much single. 

Also. Ever since I found out Pierre and Charles used to go on vacation together with their families I knew I wanted to write something set in the present where they still get together once a year. Somehow New Year’s Eve fitted right into that and so here we are :)  This story is a slow-burn, I apologize in advance and at the same time try to make up for it with copious amounts of backstory to include Reader/Flo into the narrative, which I hope you’ll like.

[Flashback in italics]

Masterlist

Rouen, late summer 2000

“Tata!”

Pascale looks up from where she’s hidden away under an umbrella, shielding herself from the burning midday sun while trying to finish the book she started months ago. Worry creeps up on her when she sees the little girl running at her at full speed, arms flailing as she tries to keep her balance on the bumpy field of grass, skidding to a halt that almost has her crashing into the lounge chair Pascale’s sitting on.

“Tata!” The girl is panting now, her eyes wide and pointing somewhere behind her, “He climbed up the tree- And- And I told him not to- And,” a sob escapes her then, “And he fell, Tata. And now he’s crying. And-”

“Oh shit,” Pascale curses quietly, on her feet in an instant, stepping into the flip flops she kicked off just minutes before. She crouches down then, her hands cupping the hot, tear-stained cheeks of her best friend’s four-year old daughter, trying to calm down the little girl somewhat even though the attempt is futile. “It’s going to be ok, ma puce,” Pascale tries as she scoops up the little girl and heads towards her son.

Pierre’s wails get louder the closer she gets and she tries to tell herself that’s a good thing, because at least he’s still conscious. Right? She doesn’t know how bad it is, doesn’t know if he’s broken an arm, or a leg, or- She doesn’t want to think about it, doesn’t want to assume the worst even though it’s hard not to. The little girl directs her to a group of trees on her right and it’s then she sees her son standing there, feeling very sorry for himself no doubt, and a wave of relief washes over her.

Pascale kisses the little girl on the cheek before she sets her down, “You did good, sweetie.” She shakes her head at Pierre then, but there’s no hiding the relieved smile that tugs on her lips because even though he looks an absolute mess she doesn’t see any serious injuries. His hair is sticking up in every direction and she spots at least two twigs and a handful of leaves sticking to his dirty blonde locks, his jeans are ripped from where he must have landed on his knees, and his hands are covered in dirt but that’s about the worst of it. She kneels down and puts her hand under his chin, to make him look up at her, “Are you ok?” Pierre nods and so Pascale tuts, “What did you do, mon chou?”

Her son’s shoulders sag in defeat, his eyes looking down at his feet, and his voice is barely above a whisper when he says, “I fell.” 

Pascale doesn’t say anything, trying to see if he’ll tell her what really happened on his own. 

He does, “I fell from the tree.”

Pascale lets out a sigh, one she exaggerates just a little to get her point across, “What did I tell you about climbing trees?”

“I’m not allowed,” Pierre hangs his head even lower, not wanting to look at her. 

“Exactly.” Pascale holds out her arms to him then and when he steps into her embrace she pulls him close, “No more climbing trees, mister.”

He nods against her shoulder.

“What did you say?”

“No, maman,” he says, the reply whispered into her ear. 

“Good,” she lets go of him and holds out her hand, “let’s go get you cleaned up.” Pascale holds out her other hand to the little girl, “Come on, ma puce.”

They’re about halfway to the house when suddenly the little girl cries, “Am not!”

“Am too!” Pierre yells back, throwing her a look that is far too accusing for a four-year old, their whispered argument from just moments before now a screaming match that Pascale has heard many times before. 

“Am not,” the little girl says again, sounding a little more defeated now and Pascale can tell she’s on the brink of tears.

She lets go of the two little ones and lines them up next to each other, giving each of them a stern look, “What’s going on?”

Pierre sticks his chin out, not saying anything, but the little girl quietly sobs, “He says I’m a tattletale.” 

“Pierre,” Pascale warns him, one eyebrow raised to get her point across.

“She is,” Pierre replies solemnly. 

“Because she went and got me?” Pascale tries, even though she already knows the answer.

Pierre nods, “Yes.” 

“Oh honey,” Pascale smiles and ruffles Pierre’s hair. “She’s not a tattletale for coming to get me. What if you were seriously injured, hmm?”

“Yeah, but-”

“No, mon chou,” Pascale shakes her head. “She’s your best friend and that’s what best friends do. They look out for each other.”

XXX

Les Côtes, December 28, 2021

It’s a little after five in the afternoon and the sun has just begun to set, the light disappearing even faster now that you are driving through a dense patch of forest. Your navigation tells you to take the next right in that annoying voice of hers and so you shut it off because after twenty plus years of coming here you can make the drive down from Rouen to here pretty much with your eyes closed anyway. You only had it on to help you navigate the detours between Orleans and Bourges, the roadworks there adding an extra hour to what was already going to be a six-hour drive. 

When you make the final turn onto Les Côtes something heavy settles in your chest while at the same time there is an onslaught of butterflies fluttering around in your stomach and so you’re a little confused by the melting pot of emotions you’re feeling right now even though it has been brewing ever since you got into the car this morning. 

The driveway up to the house is narrow and so you keep your eyes peeled in front of you in case any wildlife decides to dart out of the forest and onto the dimly lit road. You’ll never forget the rabbit your Dad hit a  little bit further up the road. You must have been seven or eight and you were absolutely inconsolable when you found out the poor thing hadn’t survived. When your Dad joked you should take it back to the house so Mamie could use it for her famous rabbit stew you refused to get back into the car until your Mom promised she’d go back to pick up the rabbit and give him a proper burial in the backyard instead. 

The memory disappears from your mind when the big house comes into view and then another emotion is added to the mix, one you prefer to focus on for now because it’s the best feeling in the world. The feeling of coming home. 

You pull up not much later and before you can even honk the horn to let them know you’ve arrived the front door opens and Pierre comes rushing at you, a boyish grin plastered on his face and his arms outspread. You hardly have time to unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of your car before he throws himself at you, making you stumble backwards a bit from the sheer force of his hug. 

“Took you long enough,” he teases, but his voice is barely above a whisper and too full of emotion for you to take it personally. 

Instead you wrap your arms around him and pull him close because it really has been too long, “God, I’ve missed you.” 

He lets out a shaky breath, “Missed you too, Flo.” 

You smile at the use of your nickname, which is so connected to him and to this place that it makes the tears that have been burning in your eyes all day finally spill over. You try to blink them away but know it’s a futile attempt and so instead you just relish in the hug a little longer. When you finally pull back you see his eyes are a little glossed over as well and so you stick out your tongue at him while you wipe your own tears away, “Don’t go soft on me now, Gas.”

He makes a face at you before he presses a kiss to your cheek, “It’s just good to have you back.” 

“Yeah,” you nod, “it is.” When he lets go of you, you reach into the car and grab the package you brought him from where it’s been sitting in the passenger’s seat and hand it to him with a smile, “Here. Merry belated Christmas.”

He turns the oddly shaped package over in his hands and you can see his smile growing wider when the realisation hits, “You didn’t!”

“I did,” you counter with a wink. “How could I not?”

“But how? When did you go to-”

“I didn’t,” you say as you bump your shoulder against his on your way to the trunk to take out your suitcase. “Got it online.”

“Really?” He tears through the wrapping paper rather unceremoniously, pumping one fist in the air when he sees his present, and lets out a rather obscene groan, “Oh my God, I love you!”

“I know,” you say as you gently pat his arm before you hand him a big grocery bag, “There’s another two in here, so-”

“I won’t have to share?” His eyes light up and he lets out a cackle, “If Pyry finds out I ate an entire Galette des Rois by myself he is going to kill me.” He gently flicks your arm, “And you, for giving it to me.”

“Pfft,” you scoff, “I can take Pyry. No problem.”

Pierre laughs even harder then, “No you can’t.”

“I totally can.” 

“Flo-” he counters with a grin, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, ok, no. I can’t,” you agree quietly, knowing all too well you’ve got nothing on Pierre’s trainer who absolutely towers over you and looks like he could break you in half if he wanted to. He wouldn’t, because if anything he’s just a big softy, but still. No need to take any chances.

Pierre hands you the grocery bag back then, taking your suitcase out of the trunk instead, and nods towards the house, “Come on.”

XXX

Are you surprised to find Pierre’s mom in the kitchen, quietly singing along to some Jacques Brel song? No. Not really anyway, because in every memory you have of this place and these family vacations, Pascale, just like your Mom, is somehow always tied to the kitchen. 

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Pierre says from somewhere over your shoulder as he gently pushes you forward. 

The next moment almost happens in slow motion, Pascale turning around and wiping her hands on the tea towel that's tucked into the side of her apron, a wide smile on her face as she holds out her hands to you, “Ma puce.”

You step into her embrace with an equally wide smile, your chin resting on her shoulder comfortably, “Salut Tata.” It’s been a few weeks since you last saw her but it is as if no time has passed, her hug as warm and comforting as ever, “I’ve missed you,”

She lets go of you then but keeps her hands on your arms, her eyes wandering down from your head to your toes and back up before her eyes find yours, “You ok?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I am now that I’m back here.” 

Pascale eyes you suspiciously but doesn’t push it. She doesn’t really have to either because she knows you’ll tell her eventually anyway. It’s always been like that. As a teenager you’d often go to Pascale with whatever problem you were having because instead of judging you she listened and let you talk your way through whatever it was you were dealing with at that time. You know it frustrated your Mom to no end and looking back it might have been a bit unfair to rather talk to your Mom’s best friend than to her, but isn’t that what all teenagers do? If anything, you remember Pierre did the same thing and always went to your Dad for advice. “We’ll catch up over dinner, ma puce. Now go,” she says with a wave of her hand, effectively dismissing you, “Tonton is over there somewhere-” she nods towards the living room, “-go say hi.”

“You sure you don’t want me to help with dinner?” You already know there is a very detailed roster somewhere that tells each and every one of you exactly when you are expected to do what and where, and you doubt she’s put you on it for today but still you offer.

“Oh no, no. Not tonight.” She points at her son, “Pierre is on kitchen duty with me. And it’s only the five of us anyway, so it shouldn’t take too long.”

“And yet there’s still a three-course meal going out,” Pierre mutters under his breath, shaking his head, and you can’t help but laugh when Pascale throws him a warning look.

When you pass Pierre you throw him a wink and whisper a quiet, “Good luck,” knowing all too well Pascale takes no prisoners when it comes to her cooking or her planning. You make your way to the living room but you only find Katerina there, curled up on one of the big couches, with a book in her lap. You’ve met here once before, at the Qatar Grand Prix earlier this year which Pierre invited you and his parents too as well, and so you’re quick to make your way over to her, “Hi.” 

“Hi,” she responds with a smile, getting up to give you a hug.

“How have you been?”

“Good.” She waves her hand around, “You weren’t lying-” she says, referring to the talk you had with her back in the paddock, “-it really is a gorgeous house.”

“It is.” The house has been in the Gasly family for generations and it’s where you have celebrated New Year’s Eve ever since you were born, the annual trips always one of the highlights of the year for you. If anything, the place holds a lot of memories and maybe that’s why you’re still so torn between whether to feel happy or sad to be back here. 

“How was your trip down here?” 

“Good.” Then with a smile, “I always forget how long the drive down actually is, but it’s good to be back here.”

“Pierre’s Dad is over there,” Katerina says then, with a nod of her head, as if she knows she wasn’t the one you were looking to find per sé. 

“Thank you,” you mouth quietly, promising her you’ll have plenty of time to catch up later before you make your way to the dining room where you find Pierre’s Dad squatting in front of the fireplace, trying to nurse what seems to be a dying fire back to life by softly blowing on the glowing embers. You keep quiet for a second, leaning against the doorframe as you watch him for a while.

“Tonton?” Your voice is a little rough and just as you’re about to clear your throat to try again Jean-Jacques looks at you from over his shoulder, a tender smile forming on his lips.

You watch him as he gets up with a groan and you think you hear him curse getting older as he turns around and makes his way to you but still his smile never wavers. He wraps his arms around you so gently that it’s almost as if he’s afraid you’ll break if he isn’t careful, the polar opposite of the way Pierre hugged you not even ten minutes ago. He’s always been like this, has always been extra gentle with you, but even more so after that dark July day all those years ago, when he promised that from there on he would take care of you as if you were his own. “Salut, ma petite.”

“Hi,” you reply, your voice a little muffled by the fabric of his sweater. 

“I’m glad you came,” he admits easily as he lets go of you and, like Pascale did earlier, holds you at arm’s length for a little longer. “It’s been, what, three years since you were here last?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

“You’ll be fine,” he tells you with a wink. “I’ll make sure he behaves.”

You can’t help but laugh, knowing all too well it isn’t Pierre he’s talking about, and press a kiss to his cheek as a thank you before you nod towards the fire, “Need a hand with that?”

Jean Jacques chuckles, “Oh no, sweetheart, that’s ok.” A wink then, “Wouldn’t want to stray away from Pascale’s roster already on the first day, now would we?”

XXX

With a somewhat heavy heart you make your way upstairs, your suitcase in one hand while the other holds on to the handrail to try and keep your balance. Your room, the one that has been solely yours for the past seven years, is right across the landing and so before you know it your hand hovers over the handle and you try to summon the courage needed to enter. It’s just a bedroom, you try to tell yourself, just a place for you to sleep, nothing special. Problem is, last time you slept here was with him and you know the memories that have threatened to surface ever since you got here will more likely than not come rushing at you once you open that door.

Taking a deep breath, trying to find the courage needed, you push the handle down, open the door and step inside. An instant wave of relief washes over you when you notice the picture frames you were dreading to see are no longer there, the shelves and nightstand empty except for the picture of you and your parents, and you can only assume the rest of them are safely stored away in the small cardboard box that’s sitting on your bed. You wonder who’s packed them away for you, figured it must have been Pascale and remind yourself to thank her for it later. 

Deciding you’ll unpack later tonight you push your suitcase into a corner somewhere and walk to the ensuite bathroom instead, figuring you should probably freshen up a bit before you head down for dinner. After splashing some cold water on your wrists and face you search around for a towel, finally finding one in the cabinet under the sink. Just as you take it out a small blue glass bottle catches your eye and a quiet, “Oh,” escapes you.

Just seeing it brings on a rush of memories but then it’s like your body has a mind of its own as you find yourself reaching for the bottle of cologne and bringing it up to your nose. The familiar scent hits you almost immediately and it’s too much. Memory after memory of him and your time together run through your head and you can feel tears starting to form in your eyes. Fuck.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you shake your head and wipe away the few tears that have spilled over, determined to pull yourself together so that when you finally do see him again tomorrow, for the first time after you broke up, you can at least try to pretend everything’s fine. 

XXX

Dinner is a long affair but still only a taste of what is to come when twelve more adults and a handful of kids arrive over the next two days, but you don’t mind. You’ve always loved these long, drawn out dinners with the Gasly’s. You are glad it’s just the five of you tonight though, because it gives you a chance to catch up with Pierre and his parents in relative peace. 

Pierre is doing most of the talking, animatedly telling Katerina about the five years he spent racing karts because even though she didn’t really ask him about it, that’s never stopped him before. He loves to relive his karting days, not in the least because it was such a big deal in both of your lives from an early age. More often than not you’d be by his side during the race weekends, mostly because you had your own races to compete in but also because your Dad worked as a car mechanic and loved to tinker around with both your and Pierre’s karts in his free time, always trying to improve their performance. 

“God, remember that time your Dad made some ‘adjustments’-” Pierre air-quotes the word, “-to my kart and I almost went flying off the track in Reims?”

You can’t help but laugh, remembering all too well how spooked Pierre was after that first training session, his eyes wide and unsure whether he should be scared or thrilled at the speed he suddenly had. “It took Dad years to admit he might have overdone it,” you tell Katerina with a smile. Looking back at Pierre you narrow your eyes, “Didn’t you ask him to-”

“-put it back to its original settings?” Pierre nods but then points at Pascale, “But only ‘cause she made me.” 

“That thing was a deathtrap,” Pascale says, shaking her head as she starts clearing out the plates so she can serve dessert. She laughs then and looks at you, “Your mother gave him a pretty big scolding after that race if I remember correctly. I think he even slept on the couch for a few nights.” 

“Really?” You feel your eyes widen, because this is brand new information. It sounds like something your Mom would do though and so you don’t for a second doubt that it’s true. It’s both wonderful and a little heartbreaking  how even after all these years you still learn new things about your parents, you think as you sit back in your chair, not missing the way Pierre sends you a comforting wink to let you know he gets it. 

Katerina stays quiet and you’re not sure if she knows but it doesn’t really feel like now is a good time to bring it up either and so you don’t say anything, instead listening to Pierre’s Saint Amand story, where he won only because the two leaders pushed each other off the track in the last lap. You’ve heard the story many times before, could probably recite it word for word if you had to, but still love the way he tells it, all wild gestures and wide eyes. Katerina simply listen and even though both you and Pierre try your best to make her a part of the conversation you know it’s not easy for a newcomer to even begin to understand the sort of shorthand you’ve developed with Pierre over the years, often needing nothing more but a look to know what the other wants to say. Even his parents don’t understand what is going on half of the time. 

Maybe you should spend some time alone with her, you think, because even though you spoke a little during the Qatar Grand Prix, you spent most of your time roaming the paddock, both looking for and trying to avoid certain familiar faces. You excuse yourself and leave the table, making your way to the kitchen where you find Pascale plating the desserts, “Tata?”

“Yes, ma puce?”

“Do you have the roster somewhere?”

“It’s on the fridge in the pantry,” she says as she points over her shoulder. “Why?”

“I’d like to take Katerina to Issoire tomorrow,” you start. “I still need a dress for the party and I figured it would be a nice opportunity to get to know her a bit better.” 

“I think I put you on breakfast together with Katerina,” she says with a smile. “So after that you are free to go.”

“Ah, perfect,” you say, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Thank you.” 

“You are very kind to do that,” she tells you, her voice soft. Her expression changes then and she cups your cheek with her hand, “Your parents would be so proud of you, sweetheart. I just know it.”

You let yourself lean into her touch but don’t say anything, not really trusting your voice right now. 

“I know it is not always easy and I know you were hesitant about coming here again, but I’m glad that you did. It would not be the same without you.” She throws you a warm smile, “It was weird not having you here two years ago.”

“Yeah,” you agree quitely. When Pascale gives your cheek one last squeeze before she drops her hand you easily admit, “I just couldn’t- It would have been-”

“Shh,” she tells you with a shake of her head, “no need to explain, ma puce. Believe it or not I have gotten my heart broken once or twice and I would have done probably the same thing.” 

“Thank you.” You remember the box on your bed then, “And thank you for cleaning up my room. I was not looking forward to that.”

She chuckles and you’re a little confused at her reaction but then she tells you, “That wasn’t me, sweetheart. Pierre did that.” 

XXX

Monza, September 6, 2020

It’s when he’s on the podium, the French national anthem blasting through the speakers, that it finally starts to sink in. He’s a winner. He won fucking Monza. After all the shit he’s been through last year with Red Bull he finally gets his revenge. He finally gets to show the world that he’s not the chieur they made him out to be and God does it feel good. 

When the Italian anthem takes over from the French to celebrate Torro Rosso he allows himself a moment to take it all in, to really enjoy it. His eyes scan the crowd below and he can’t help but smile when he sees his team looking up at him, the Italians among them loudly singing along to their national anthem. He’s so proud of each and every one of them for all the hard work they’ve put not only into the car but into him as well. When the music ends and he gets the trophy he takes a few steps towards the crew, pointing at his engineer and pit crew to let them know this is as much their win as it is his. There’s confetti then, and champagne, and before he knows it his team principal douses him in the sticky sparkly wine to celebrate his win.

After a minute or so he feels the need to sit down for a moment because it’s all too much. Stroll and Sainz come up to congratulate him, and Carlos jokes that he could have taken him in another lap or two and he can’t help but smile knowing the Spaniard is probably right. Not that it matters, because when the race ended he was the first to cross the line. He watches the drivers as they leave the podium not long after, finally having a moment to himself. The tears that have been burning in his eyes ever since he saw the chequered flag finally spill over and he runs a hand over his face, shaking his head because part of him, however tiny that part may be, still doesn’t believe it. 

It’s when he looks out across the paddock once more that he sees her, his best friend, standing a little to the side, away from the madness of the pit crews. Even from this distance he can tell she’s crying and it takes everything he has not to start again too. Locking eyes with her then, he shakes his head and mouths a quiet, “Incroyable,” at her. He sees her nod in response, trying to smile through her tears. 

To win Monza is one thing, he muses to himself as he takes a sip of champagne, the bottle heavy in his hands, but to win Monza with her here makes it even more special.

Aside from his family, she has been the only constant in his life and they have gone through so much together already, both high and lows, wins and losses. Too many losses for a bunch of twenty four year-olds, he thinks wryly, knowing he thought of Anthoine when he held up his trophy but he thought of her parents when he crossed the finish line.

So when people ask him what the most valuable lesson he's learned over these past few years is, it’s this: Never take anything or anyone for granted. 

XXX

“Here you go,” you say as you hand Pierre his hot chocolate which he takes from you with a bright smile. It’s just the two of you now, his parents going to bed just before midnight and Katerina following not much later, and so you have moved away from the dining room to one of the more comfortable couches in the living room, where each of you are snuggled up in your respective corners.

“Santé,” he says, holding up his mug in the air with a grin.

“To year twenty-five of this friendship,” you say, mimicking his move before you take a sip, careful not to burn your tongue as you have done so many times in the past.

Pierre’s smile drops and so you look at him with raised eyebrows, a little worried about his change of demeanour. He shrugs, “Don’t you feel like we missed two years though?”

“Hmm,” you agree quietly because you can see his point. The last time you spent more than just a few days together was at the end of the 2019 season, when he was in Rouen for two weeks. Not long after you decided to skip that year’s New Year’s Eve celebrations because of your breakup, opting to stay at home instead, the pandemic hit. The travel ban put in place shortly after meant you didn’t get to see any of his races that year except for Monza. 

Monza. You can’t help but smile when you think back to that day. You weren’t even supposed to be there, had a work event you had to attend that Saturday, but Pierre insisted you’d come see at least one race that year and so he flew you out on Sunday on the company’s jet. The rest, as they say, is history. 

This year you at least got to see him race in Spa and in Qatar but it still wasn’t up to par with the amount of time you used to spend together. Even though you kept in touch through messages and video calls it wasn’t the same and you are the first to admit you have missed him terribly over the past two years. Looking at him from over your mug you try to smile, “It would be nice to catch up on some lost time next year.” 

“Just tell me when and where, Flo,” he says with a wink, “you know there is always a paddock pass waiting for you.”

“I’d like that,” you admit easily. 

His eyebrows knit together then and he looks at you curiously but doesn’t say anything, almost as if he’s trying to choose his next words carefully. When he finally does speak you realise he has, “Are you ok?”

Taking a deep breath you try to smile, “Getting there.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you echo quietly. When he keeps quiet you know he’s waiting for a more elaborate answer and so you shrug, “Moving back to Rouen was- It was probably the best decision I’ve made in the past two years. I don’t know why I felt this need to move halfway across the country because in the end it hurt all the same no matter where I was.” You look down at your mug, “Rouen is home, you know, and there’s nowhere- It’s where I need to be.”

Pierre’s next question is not what you expected although by now you shouldn’t be surprised because sometimes it’s like he knows you better than you know yourself, “Are you ok with seeing him again tomorrow?”

You take your time, not wanting to give him a rushed, half-true answer. This is your best friend, he’ll see right through the bullshit in a heartbeat and so you answer as honestly as you can, “I think I am. I mean, it’s been two years-” a sad smile tugs on your lips, “-but at the same time, it’s only been two years, you know?” You don’t wait for a reply and instead continue because now that you’ve started it’s hard to stop, “It’s just weird, I guess. I mean, it’s not like he hurt me, right? There wasn’t a big fight or- Neither of us cheated, or anything like that. We just-” you shake your head trying to gather your thoughts.

Again Pierre surprises you, “I think maybe it was a ‘right person, wrong time’ kind of thing, no?” 

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth, letting his words sink in before you look back up at him and nod, “Yeah, I think it was.” 

“He misses you too, you know.”

You’re about to argue that you don’t miss him but both you and Pierre know that’s a big fat lie and so you wait for him to continue because you’re a little intrigued by this new insight. 

“He doesn’t really say it, but I can tell.” Pierre stretches out his legs in front of him so he can nudge your foot with his, “I think he is just as nervous as you are for tomorrow.” 

“I don’t know,” you let out a sigh. This time it’s you who nudges his foot with yours, “Thank you, by the way.”

“For?”

“Taking down the pictures and everything else that was left of Charles in my room.”

=====

Notes: Tata = Auntie Tonton = Uncle Galette des Rois = a French cake, typically eaten on January 6 Chieur = pain in the ass

Most of the nicknames will be in French, because, well, I love the wide variety they have :)

[chengfagshi]

Top 5 favorite Tales ships, in no order.

1. Chester x Arche (Phantasia)

2. Tear x Luke (Abyss)

3. Alphen x Shionne (Arise)

4. Moses x Jay (Legendia)

5. Yuri x Flynn (Vesperia)

There's several honorable mentions. Like I adore Lloyd x Colette and Lloyd x Sheena. As well as Pascal x Hubert to name a few.

[sorunort]

happy mermay i made a cheria x mileena little mermaid au and redrew some panels from the movie!

cheria is ariel, mileena is eric, (not pictured) phil and ix are both grimsby bc i said so, emeraude is ursula, (not pictured) asbel is flounder but hes a merman because Reasons, and pascal is scuttle and hubert is sebastian! 

i plan on doing more redraws in the future so hope you keep half an eye out for that! <3

[aurantia-ignis]

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @miraimisu sorry I’m lateeee 

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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PlumeriaGaidenMAIN_4d (Gladion/Moon, part of the BAS series)

04 - Elegant (Gladion/Moon)

08 - Snow (Gladion/Moon)

09 - AU (Gladion/Moon)

11 - GreedV2 (Gladion/Moon)

Rapunzel Chapter BReakdown (Gladion/Moon)

Roller Coaster Pruned (Gladion/Moon)

summer (Nessa/Raihan)

Draft2 (Bede/Gloria)

BEDERIA FAE (Bede/Gloria)

Drugapplin (Hop/Gloria)

Notes (Miraculous Ladybug AU)

Hunchback script (Sophie/Lambda)

Festival (Asbel/Cheria.... I think??)

Rock Plot (Hubert/Pascal.... I think)

Axebeaks (Yuri/Estelle)

chapter timeline (Yuri/Estelle)

I... didn’t even realise I had these many WIPs....... Although most of them are abandoned or unfinished works really ahaha

I tag @yume-x-hanabi 

[seleniahanabira]

[AC] Tales of Costume QR Masterpost

[Will be Updated - for Animal Crossing games compatible with the QR code system; in New Horizons, these can be obtained by downloading the Nintendo Switch App, activating NookLink and scanning in the QR codes]

Tales of Phantasia

Mint

Arche (Halloween)

Tales of Phantasia: Narikiri Dungeon X

Dio

Mel

Tales of Destiny

Leon

Tales of Destiny 2

Reala

Tales of Symphonia

Masterpost (Lloyd, Colette, Genis, Raine, Kratos, Zelos, Sheena, Regal, Presea)

Masterpost (Colette, Lloyd, Kratos)

Lloyd (Formal)

Colette (Formal)

Colette (Beach)

Colette (Cheerleader)

Colette (Christmas)

Presea (Little Madam)

Seles

Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World

Emil

Emil (School Uniform)

Marta

Marta (Cheerleader)

Tales of Legendia

Mimi

Tales of the Abyss

Masterpost (Luke, Tear, Guy, Natalia, Jade, Anise, Asch)

Masterpost (Luke, Tear, Guy, Natalia, Jade, Anise)

Masterpost (Asch, Ion, Legretta, Sync, Arietta, Largo, Dist)

Fon Master Ion

Sync the Tempest

Luke (Formal)

Guy (Formal)

Jade (Butler)

Natalia (Princess)

Anise (Halloween)

Tales of Hearts

Kohaku, Ines

Beryl, Kunzite

Tales of Vesperia

School Uniforms (Yuri and Flynn)

Patty

Yuri

Yuri (various outfits)

Masterpost (Yuri, Flynn, Estelle, Rita, Karol, Raven, Judith, Patty)

Schwann

Alexei

Yuri (Halloween)

Rita (Waiter)

Rita (Halloween)

Patty (Great Pirate Successor)

Patty (Beach)

Tales of Graces

Asbel (shirt)

Asbel (Dress)

Asbel (Child)

Asbel (Christmas)

Hubert

Hubert (Child)

Cheria

Richard

Richard (Child)

Pascal (School Uniform)

Sophie (School Uniform)

Sophie (Lolita)

Sophie (Raincoat)

Tales of Xillia

Jude (Shirt)

Jude (Dress)

Jude (Christmas)

Alvin

Leia

Leia (School Uniform)

Elize

Elize (Alt Colours)

Elize (Christmas)

Elize (School Uniform)

Elize (Halloween)

Milla (Christmas)

Milla (School Uniform)

Tales of Xillia 2

Jude 

Ludger (Rollo Hoodie)

Ludger (Alt Colours)

Ludger (Chef)

Julius

Victor

Elize (Alt Colours)

Elize (No Jacket)

Masterpost (Elle, Ludger, Ludger Variation)

Tales of Zestiria

Sorey

Mikleo

Epilogue Mikleo

Mikleo Variation

Rose

Edna

Edna (Alt Colours)

Various

Presa (ToX), Luke Variation (TotA), Ludger Variation (ToX2) x2, Raven Variation (ToV)

Sophie (ToG), Alt Milla (ToX2), Elle (ToX2), Natalia (TotA), Reala (ToD2), Elize (ToX2)

Rutee (ToD), Chat (ToE)

Reid (ToE), Sophie (ToG)

Richard (ToG), Meredy (ToE), Alt Milla (ToX2)

Various incl costumes from Phantasia, Destiny 2, Symphonia, Symphonia: DotNW, Legendia, Abyss, Vesperia, Graces, Xillia/2, Zestiria, Link, Radiant Mythology, World

Update 1: 20/3/2020 23:10 GMT [Zestiria, Phantasia, Vesperia + Xillia/2 Add-on] Update 2: 21/3/2020 13:45 GMT [P, P:NDX, D, D2, S:DotNW | Multiple Addons]

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Eden Academy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UfgSX4

by That_Awesome_Prussian

Summary inside...

Words: 89, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

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Relationships: Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Female Captain Hook | Killian Jones

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UfgSX4

[runningracingdancingchasing]

The TANGLED/ BEFORE EVER AFTER/ THE SERIES Roleplay Master List

Have you wanted to roleplay with a certain character from Tangled, Tangled Before Ever After, and/or Tangled the Series, but just weren’t sure where to find the characters you were looking for? Well, look no further! This is a Master List of those characters, organized by character name. Blogs will be in alphabetical order.

If you roleplay as a character from the Tangled Franchise (including OCs who exist primarily in the Tangled universe) and do not see your name on the list, or if you are on the list, but have since changed your URL, please message me so I can add/edit you! Similarly, if I have added your name to the list and you would like to be removed, or if you know that an account has deactivated, please let me know.

RAPUNZEL

@asundrop @coronian @coroniian @enchantedravenxmuses @flcatinglights @fleurdesxleil​ @heartlosttravelers​ @lanternlitprincess @longgoldenhair @lostsunshineofcorona @maskedmuses @oflanternlight @paintinglanterns @priincessofcorona @prinzessonne @rpnzl @runningracingdancingchasing @sunlight-maiden @sunlived @svnxdrop @technicallyalchemy @towercursed @wxndinmyhair

EUGENE FITZHERBERT/FLYNN RIDER

@coronas-dashing-rogue @coronianthief @fitzhcrbert @goofymuses @gottagetmeoneofthesev @heartlosttravelers @prettylarcenist @ofaladyaqrowandathief @outlikeflynn @priinceconsort @rogueprinceconsort @sonnenstola @stoicthief @strawberryfitzsherbert @suaverogue @suntheft @thieveskingdom @tunichtguter

PASCAL

@perceptionborn

MAXIMUS

@iiamthehorse @notabadhorse

MOTHER GOTHEL

@fauxmother @flowervain @motheriiiisms

QUEEN ARIANNA

@enchantedravenxmuses @sunlightswallowed @sunregina @there-is-more-in-you

KING FREDERIC

@coronasking @grcwingstrcng @laternekonig @mighty-king-of-corona

PUB THUGS

x

STABBINGTON BROTHERS

@twin-mercenaries

CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD

@notgettingawaythistime

GUARDS

@theenguards (Stan and Pete)

CASSANDRA

@askcassandraofcorona @betrayal-inwaiting @grcwingstrcng @ladyoftheguard @nononsenselady @swcrdmaiden @waitinwings

LANCE STRONGBOW/ARNWALDO SCHNITZ

@acutelyarachnophobic @grcwingstrcng

VARIAN

@acollageofcanon @alchemiicxl @alchemyxnotxmagic @askvarian-alchemyisforstuds @coronabane @dragonsongs @makehear@oldcoronas @strcysouls @the-alchemical-key @varianx @vcriicn @wcrthpride

QUIRIN

@alchemyxnotxmagic @amberedpride @grcwingstrcng @quirinamber

ADIRA

@rxcksswxrd @shadowweirdo

KING EDMUND

@itcannotbestopped

ZHAN TIRI

@zhantiri

DEMANITUS/ VIGOR THE VISIONARY

@lorddemanitus @mxnkeysxrcerer

ANGRY AND/OR RED

@silentxstrikers @starsweepers

LADY CAINE

@aladysrevenge @angelinthehouse @piratrose

NIGEL

@nigeltheadvisor

RUDDIGER

@loyalraccoon

STALYAN

@heartlosttravelers @prizedstalyan @stalyan

ANTHONY THE WEASEL

@anthony-the-weasel

VEX

@heartlosttravelers

FIDELLA

x

OWL

x

POCKET

x

CAINE’S THUGS

x

THE BARON

x

UNCLE MONTY

x

ANDREW/HUBERT

x

XAVIER

x

CAPTAIN QUAID

x

OCs

@braidedlily @drxpofsunlight @forvistdronning @malinthemoon @morewennaofcorona @older-than-old-corona @themotherofalchemy

[faintedincoils]

A, M, L, T

A - Your current OTP: Most recent is probably Jon/Gerry from The Magnus Archives. For a classic OTP I've been craving lately even after all these years, it's Parker/Hardison/Eliot from Leverage.

L - Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for: I'd ask @emungere for some Hannibal sugardaddy hannigram fic. I am a weak creature.

M - Your favorite fanart or fanartist: I have so many favorite, it's impossible to choose! I've been super into @focsle 's art lately though. 

T - If you mostly have homoships, do you have any heteroships: I do, and I do! Het ships are the minority in my brain, but some random favorites are Jake/Amy (Brooklyn Nine Nine); Chilton/Freddie (Hannibal); Tony/Pepper (Iron Man); Hubert/Pascal (Takes of Graces f); and Rogue/Gambit (X-Men). (As the middle ground, just realizing all my OT3's are bi.)

[harley-sunday]

North Star [04]

Summary: “We were never bad, Charles, we just lost each other somewhere along the way.” It’s been two years since you and Charles broke up and you have been trying to find your way ever since. Will seeing him again make you find your true north?

Pairings: Pierre Gasly x reader (best friends) | Charles Leclerc x reader

Warnings: Mentions death of a parent/parents. Mentions Anthoine Hubert and Jules Bianchi. Please see masterlist for general warnings. Language.

Word count: 6.8k

AN: This is it, bb’s. Well, sort of anyway, because there’s an epilogue waiting to happen but for now, this is where it ends. I hope you’ll like it. 

[Flashbacks in italics]

Masterlist

Les Côtes, December 31, 2021

The first thing you notice when you wake up is how quiet it is and for a moment you let yourself enjoy it, knowing it will only be a matter of time before the house comes back to life again. Turning around you spot the glass of water and paracetamol Pierre left for you on the nightstand and flashes of last night start coming back to you even though you don’t remember anything after Pierre told you to go to sleep. 

It’s still early but you don’t really want to stay in bed any longer and so you get up, changing into your sweatpants and the Alpha Tauri hoodie Pierre gave you a few years ago. When you open the curtains you’re not surprised to see it’s snowing, the world outside already covered in a thick blanket of fluffy white snowflakes.

As you make your way downstairs you find yourself walking to the kitchen almost automatically, a little surprised to see the lights are already on and even more so when instead of Pascale you find Charles’ mom there. “Salut Pasa,” you tell her as you walk up to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek in greeting.

“Good morning, ma cocotte,” she puts her hand on your arm and gives it a gentle squeeze, “sleep well?”

“I did,” you admit easily enough, a little glad that you seemed to have been spared a hangover. “Can I help with anything?” 

“Oh no,” she shakes her head, “that’s ok. I couldn’t really sleep anymore so I figured I’d start breakfast a little early, but there’s no rush. Everyone else is still sleeping, no?”

“Yeah, I think so.” You take out a mug from the cabinet and help yourself to some coffee before refilling Pascale’s cup. Leaning against the counter you cradle the mug between your hands, enjoying the warmth that starts to radiate through your body, and watch Charles’ mom as she drops eggs into a boiling pot of water, one by one. There’s soft music playing in the background and you feel yourself getting a little lost in the memories of all the times you spent in the kitchen with your mom, Pascale, and Pasa starting to surface and bringing a smile to your face.

“He misses you, you know-”

Her voice interrupts your thoughts and her words are so similar to what Pierre said to you a few days ago that for a moment you feel a little overwhelmed. When you look up at her you find her giving you a kind smile and so you can’t help but be honest, your voice barely above a whisper when you say, “I miss him too.” 

“I know it’s not my place-” Charles’ mom starts but you dismiss her statement with a wave of your hand, letting her know it’s ok, “-but I really do hope you two find your way back to each other. Not as-” She shakes her head, “Even if it’s just as friends. Before this happened you two had such a beautiful friendship, I would-” she clears her throat and it’s only then you notice her eyes are a little glossed over, “I would hate for both of you to miss out on having that. You two have come too far for this to be where it ends.”

You just nod, not trusting your own voice right now. It’s not because you’re angry or because you feel attacked. It’s because she’s right. Charles has been in your life for so long already and, like Pierre, together you have gone through so much that it would be a shame to let it end the way it did. 

As Pascale’s words settle down a bit more something else starts to dawn on you. And at first it’s too abstract, almost like a fleeting thought or a pulsating star in the night sky that you can’t really see until you look slightly away, but then it becomes more clear and you can feel the realisation start to set in.

No one blames you.

Not Pascale, not Pierre, no one. Not even Charles. Only you.

It’s almost as if they all want you to know that, as far as they are concerned, not all is lost and that they are still rooting for you. And while you don’t want to get your hopes up, don’t want to let yourself believe in the possibility of something more just yet, not when there’s still so much left unsaid between you and Charles, there’s no denying the renewed pull you have felt between the two of you over these past two days. 

It’s not that you have been avoiding him, not necessarily anyway, but you haven’t really made an effort either and with only a little over two days left here it seems like maybe it’s time to try a little harder. Going over the planning in your head you try to figure out if you’ll be able to have some time alone with him before the party tonight but you know from past experience that it’s highly unlikely. Everyone’s on a tight schedule today and you know Pierre’s mom will want to make sure no one’s slacking. Maybe you’ll have a better chance after midnight, you think, the symbolism of the new year offering new chances not entirely lost on you.  

“I’m sorry,” Pascale puts her hand on your arm again, probably taking your silence for something it’s not. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I don’t want to-”

“It’s ok,” you whisper because it is. It is. 

Before you have a chance to say anything else you hear people coming down the stairs and so you press another kiss to Pascale’s cheek and quietly tell her, “Thank you.” 

XXX

After breakfast there’s a quick get together with all of the adults, with Pierre’s mom reminding everyone of their tasks for today and the four o’clock deadline she’s set for everything to be done so there will be enough time to relax and get changed before dinner starts at seven. 

Pierre, Charles, Arthur, and Jean-Jacques are responsible for entertaining the kids for at least a couple of hours and so they decide to head outside to play in the snow. You think you hear something about building a snow fort and maybe a snowball fight, but by then you’re already too busy trying to locate the table decorations you know have to be around somewhere. 

You’re paired up with Katerina and in charge of setting the table and so here you are, in the dining room, struggling to get the long dark blue table runner on and keeping it centred. 

“What exactly are we doing tonight?” Katerina asks from across the room where she’s busy folding the napkins into a pyramid shape. “Pierre said something about Le Réveillon?”

“Yeah, Le Réveillon de la Saint-Sylvestre," you nod. “That’s what we call dinner on New Year’s Eve. I think we’re only doing four courses this year, so dessert will probably be served at eleven or something.” You can’t help but smile when you see Katerina looking at you with wide eyes, “It’s a long affair for sure, but time flies, believe me. And then just before midnight we all gather in the living room and countdown to the New Year.”

“Isn’t there some mistletoe involved at some point?”

You let out a laugh, realising that particular tradition might seem a bit odd to someone who isn’t from France, “Yeah, I think that box over there has a few bunches of fake mistletoe in it,” you nod to somewhere on your right. “You grab one and then you just stand close to whoever you want to kiss at midnight.” 

Katerina raises her eyebrows at you, the unspoken question coming through loud and clear even though she doesn’t say anything.

“I might,” you reply with a smile, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Good,” she agrees with a playful smile. ‘’Any other traditions I should know about?”

“I don’t think so,” you tell her as you start placing candle holders on the table. “There’s usually a bit of a party happening after midnight though, so once we’re done here we have to make some room in the living room so people can dance if they want to.” 

XXX

Rouen, February 7 2017

“Pierre?”

He looks up and can’t help the smile that tugs on the corners of his mouth when he sees her walking towards him, two glasses of champagne in one hand and a small box in the other. She tells him to scoot over with a nod of her head and sits down next to him once he does, the package placed carefully in her lap before she hands him a glass. 

“Thank you,” he tells her as he clinks his glass against hers and takes a sip, watching her as she does the same. “Did maman send you to get me?”

“No,” she shakes her head and nudges his shoulder with hers, “she’s too busy supervising your Dad shucking the oysters.”

He chuckles and nods in understanding, “Quality control, huh?”

“Yep,” she nods, letting out a small giggle herself before she straightens up and looks at him, “If I have to do all the work myself, Pierre, I am not doing a good job.” 

He lets out a laugh, not surprised that she sounds exactly like his mom, and holds up his glass of champagne in reply, “Amen.” 

For a moment they sit together in silence on the wooden bench that’s tucked away in what he’s always considered to be their corner of the backyard. It was here he fell from a tree when they were four or five years old, here they spent endless afternoons playing hide and seek, and here they’d hide out whenever their parents were mad or wanted them to do chores they tried to avoid. It was here, on this bench, he told her he would go to boarding school in Le Mans after summer break, the same bench on which she confessed she was thinking about quitting karting a few years later and he encouraged her to follow her heart, and it was this exact spot he would so often find her in, drowning in her grief and wanting to escape the real world, after her parents passed away and his parents took her in like she was one of their own. She was, of course.

No, he silently corrects himself, she still is.

And it’s always been the two of them against the world. They don’t keep any secrets from each other, know better than to put up a front, and never shy away from always being honest even when the truth hurts sometimes. He’s the one who grounds her when she threatens to lose herself in the heartbreak, just as she’s never afraid to call him out on his bullshit and pretty much the only one he’ll listen to whenever he gets in one of his moods. They’ve seen each other at their lowest of lows and highest of highs and they’re as close as two people can be without being that, because above all, more than anything, she is his best friend and he is hers. Always.

“I have something for you,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper as if she knows he was a little lost in thoughts. When he looks up at her to let her know he’s heard her she puts her glass down and takes the box from her lap before she stands up and holds out her hands to him. He lets her pull him to her feet and into a hug, smiling when she presses a kiss to his cheek and tells him, “Happy twenty-first birthday.”

When he lets go he isn’t surprised to find her eyes a little glossed over and so he throws her a wink to let her know he understands. Birthdays have always been special but even more so now, a weight behind growing older neither of them is quite yet ready to take on. 

She hands him the neatly wrapped gift then and sits back down again, waiting for him to do the same. 

He does and tears away the paper carefully before opening the box he’s unwrapped, a quiet, “Oh,” escaping him when he sees what’s inside. 

“If you don’t like it-”

“Flo,” he puts his arm around her shoulders and pulls her close, pressing a kiss to her temple, “stop it. I love it.” 

“Good.” She gestures at the box as if what’s she going to say is no big deal but he can tell from the way she bounces her leg that it is, “I just want you to be safe, Pierre, and I don’t know-” she shrugs, a sad smile playing on her lips, “I hope this helps.”

He knows better than to try and reassure her nothing will ever happen to him, knows better than to make promises he's not sure he can keep, knows better than to betray her in the worst way possible by believing he’s invincible and doesn’t need protection, and so he quietly tells her, “It will.” He takes out the necklace then, admiring the delicate gold chain and the gold cross hanging from it, a modest design that he knows will always remind him of her. “I love it,” he tells her again as he puts it on. 

Then, with his hand over the cross, he sends up a silent prayer, asking not only for his protection but for hers as well.

XXX

You finish your task with about fifteen minutes to spare and so you check in with Pascale to see if there’s anything else you can help with but she dismisses you with a quick wave of her hand, telling her they’re almost done in the kitchen as well. 

Most kids have come back inside by now, a bunch of them watching a movie in the TV room while the others are playing a board game in the living room, joined by Charles and Arthur. You watch the game for a while, smiling when you see Charles helping Léah beat Arthur by secretly handing her some extra money under the table. When he looks up at you he shrugs, almost apologetically and so you throw him a wink to let him know it’s fine and you won’t tell on him. 

Before he has a chance to say anything you remember there’s a reason you came here and so you turn around and walk to the glass door cabinet that’s in the corner of the living room. Taking the frames holding pictures of your parents, Charles’ Dad, Jules, and Anthoine you make your way over to the dining room and carefully place the picture frames on a side table that you’ve emptied from its usual decorations earlier today. You put a candle holder next to every picture and drop a tea light, which you will light once dinner starts, in each of them. 

A sad smile forms on your lips as you look at the familiar pictures, the one of your parents a snapshot of them slow-dancing together in the living room here many years ago, lovingly looking at each other as if they were the only two people there. It’s your favourite picture of them and so of course you have a larger copy of it at home. 

Just as your eyes move to the picture of Anthoine, taken at the party celebrating his 2018 GP3 championship, you feel someone standing next to you, not surprised it’s Pierre who puts his arm around your shoulders and presses a kiss to your temple, “You ok?”

“Yeah,” you say as you lean into him, your own arm finding its way around his waist. “You?”

He nods, “Yeah.” Pulling you a little closer then, he says, “I meant what I said earlier though. I really hope we get to spend some more time together next year. I- I’ve missed having you around, Flo.” 

“I know,” you whisper back, the lump in your throat suddenly making it difficult to speak because you know this isn’t just about him missing his best friend. It’s about so much more. You moving across the country in a futile attempt to escape the heartbreak you were experiencing, his busy schedule and all the restrictions still in place not allowing him to come see you when it mattered most, not being able to celebrate his podium in Azerbaijan together or to comfort him after a race he had to retire from due to no fault of his own. You have spent more time apart these past two years than you have ever done before, even when he was away at boarding school, and you silently vow to never let it happen again.

Someone clears their throat then and when you look up you see Charles standing in the doorway and so, with a nod of your head, you tell him it’s ok to join you. He stands on the other side of you but doesn’t say anything and looks at the pictures as well. For a while all three of you stay silent, a little lost in your own thoughts no doubt, until you feel Charles take your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours like they have been so many times before and his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the inside of your wrist. 

With Charles holding your hand and Pierre’s arm still around your shoulders you take a moment to count your blessings, forever grateful you are lucky enough to still have both of them in your life. 

It’s then you hear Charles’ name being called from somewhere in the living room and next to you Charles responds with a, “Yes?”

“Maman is looking for you,” Arthur calls back.

“I’m coming,” Charles replies, letting go of your hand then and giving you an apologetic smile as he walks away.

Both Pierre and you watch him disappear into the hall and when it’s just the two of you again Pierre asks, “Do you remember what you told me last night? Right before you went to sleep?” 

You shake your head because if you’re honest you don’t remember much after losing that last game of beer pong.

“You told me you loved me,” Pierre starts and so you’re a little confused because you tell him that all the time but before you have time to try and understand what he’s getting at he continues, “and after that you asked me, ‘You know who else I love?’”

You’re still not sure where he’s going with this although the way he lets the question hang in the air makes you a little nervous and so you look up at him, a little surprised when instead of the wicked grin you were expecting, the one that would tell you he’s just messing with you, you find him looking back at you with a kind smile that makes you even more worried. 

When you don't answer, he does, “Charles.”

You don’t say anything, just nod, letting your eyes fall to your feet as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. 

“Will you promise me one thing?” Pierre drops his arm and turns towards you, his hand under your chin to make you look up at him. He waits until you nod again before he continues, “Follow your heart next year, Flo. Please.” 

“Gas-” you start, but you’re not sure what to say next and so you just shrug, hoping that he’ll understand it’s both exciting and scary at the same time and that you’re still trying to figure out if that’s a good or a bad thing. What if you mess it up again? What if what happened before will always linger somewhere in the back of Charles’ mind? What if-

“I know,” he says, interrupting your thoughts. “Believe me, I know, but you deserve this. So much.” When he sees you hesitate he continues, “Either you want this or you don’t, there’s no maybe, right?” You nod and he gently flicks your cheek like he always does when he wants you to really listen, “You are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for, I mean, look at what you’ve overcome already-” he nods to the pictures in front of you, “Every day I am amazed by your strength, Flo, you have no idea. Whenever I have a bad quali or a shitty race I always think of you and the way you always keep going.” 

He holds up his hand when you start to protest, “I know-” he gives you a kind smile, “-I know that after Anthoine it was different, that you sort of came to a full stop, but fuck, who wouldn’t? You have experienced more heartache in the past seven-and-a-half years than most people deal with in their life and yet you are still here and you are still you. Always looking after others, always having my back, always putting others first. You give so much love to everyone else but you hardly accept any of it back from people other than me and my family but-. You have got to start letting other people in, Flo, all the way,” he taps your chest with his finger to emphasise his words. “I think Charles almost made it last time but then-” he shakes his head, “If you really want to make things right and have a shot at having everything with Charles you have got to let him have all of you too.” 

XXX

You wake up from a short nap just before six, feeling a little nervous at the possibilities tonight might bring even though you know you’re the one in control of what happens. For the most part, at least. Trying to calm your nerves somewhat you take a nice hot shower before you sit down to do your hair and makeup. New Year’s Eve has always been a big deal and for as long as you can remember there’s always been a somewhat formal dress code with the men more often than not opting for tuxedos while the women wear beautiful dresses. It’s why you went shopping with Katerina a few days ago, needing a new dress for this year’s party, not wanting to wear the same one you wore three years ago.

Getting the dress on proves a little more difficult now that you don’t have anyone around to help you with the zipper but after a few tries you manage to get it up and when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the floor length mirror that’s in the corner of your room you can’t help but admire the way it looks. You’ve kept your hair and makeup simple, the long dress drawing enough attention on its own, even more so when, after you slip into the gold ankle strap heels that are your go-to shoes for these sorts of events, you stand up a little straighter. 

It’s almost seven then and you make your way downstairs shortly after, but not before, as a final touch, you spray on some of your favourite perfume, the one you only keep for special occasions. The house seems to have come alive since this afternoon, with soft music playing somewhere and a lot of chatter coming from where everyone’s gathered in the dining room. There’s a table filled with champagne glasses to your left and so you take one before you join everyone else.

It’s Pierre who spots you first, letting out a low whistle as he bumps his shoulder against yours, “Tu t’es mis sur ton 31, quoi?” 

“Not looking too shabby yourself,” you reply with a smile, admiring the dark blue tux he’s wearing. When you spot Katerina next to him you let out a gasp, “Oh, you look beautiful!” 

“Thank you.” She smiles and leans into Pierre, her short gold sequin dress complimenting the colour of his tuxedo perfectly.

A quick look around the room tells you everyone is absolutely dressed to the nines and really made an effort, something you’ve always loved about the Gasly’s and the Leclercs. And your own family too, remembering the way your parents used to dress up for New Year’s Eve with a fond smile. You make your way over to the side table then and take the box of matches you hid behind one of the frames earlier so you can light the tea lights you put there this afternoon.

When all five candles are burning you feel a hand on the small of your back and a shiver runs down your spine when you hear Charles whisper a quiet, “You look beautiful, ma belle,” into your ear. Your breath actually hitches in your throat when you turn towards him and see him standing there, his fitted black tuxedo almost making him look like a modern-day prince straight out of a fairytale. There’s a smile tugging on the corner of his lips as he takes you in and you wonder if he notices. 

Of course he does, “This looks like the dress you wore that night in Versailles.” 

You nod, not really trusting your voice right now. 

He moves his hand to your hip then and lets it rest there, stepping a little closer to you, and you think you hear him mutter a quiet, “T’es autre chose, tu le sais?” but before you have time to decide if you’ve heard him correctly the music is cut off and Jean-Jacques clears his throat to get everyone’s attention before nodding towards his wife who’s standing next to him.

“Dinner is ready,” Pascale says with a smile. “Please everyone, take a seat so we can get started.” 

Charles’ hand finds its way to the small of your back again as he escorts you to the table, both of you taking your regular spot next to each other at the far end. As he slides the chair back for you, you whisper a quiet, “Thank you,” before you sit down. 

XXX

Once the main course has been served, about an hour later, Jean-Jacques taps the back of his knife against his glass, standing up when he does. Looking around the table he waits until the conversation has quieted down before he starts his speech, “First of all I would like to tell you how happy I am to have everyone back here again-” his eyes linger on yours for just a second or so but it’s enough to make you tear up a little, “-and all in good health too.” 

You’ve heard this speech many times before but it’s always a little emotional and so you find yourself looking at your hands, the fingers of your left once again nervously playing with the ring on your right. Charles must know too because you feel him put his arm on the back of your chair, moving a little closer to you as he slowly rubs his thumb up and down your upper arm in a way to let you know you’re not alone.

“It’s with a heavy heart, as always, that I want to take a moment to remember those who aren’t with us tonight,” Jean-Jacques says, his voice a little more strained when he says the names of your parents and he has to clear his throat before he continues, “Jules, Hervé-”

Next to you Charles starts bouncing his right foot and without thinking you reach out and gently put your hand on Charles’ knee to both stop him from doing so and to let him know you’re there for him just as much as he is for you.

“-and Anthoine.”

You look down at where your hand is still on Charles’ knee, your vision going a little blurry when a tear slides down your cheek but you make no attempt to wipe it away. It’s ok to be sad. It’s ok to miss them. It’s ok. 

When, after thirty seconds or so, Jean-Jacques continues and you look up you find Pierre looking at you, his eyes a little glossed over as well and so you give him what you hope is a comforting smile, nudging his foot with yours under the table to let him know you’re there for him if needed. 

“We miss you,” Jean-Jacques simply states, looking up towards the ceiling, “but rest assured, we think about you every day. And while we grieve not having you here with us anymore, we treasure the many memories we have made together with you over the years.” He raises his glass then, “A toast to those who we have lost but who are never forgotten.” 

As you raise your glass you feel Charles press a soft kiss to your temple before he joins in the toast. 

When Jean-Jacques sits down again and tells everyone to enjoy their meal you turn towards Charles, leaning into him a little when you ask, “Can we talk later?”

XXX

By the time everyone has finished their dessert it’s almost eleven-thirty and so you’re still very much on schedule as far as Pascale is concerned and you can’t help but smile when you see her enjoying her glass of wine, looking a lot more relaxed now than she did at the start of the dinner. As always after the main course, a handful of people got asked by Pascale to switch seats and so you now find yourself with Charles’ mom next to you and Pierre’s mom sitting across from you. The conversation flows easily enough, with Pascale trying to convince you to take up Zumba classes with her once you’re back in Rouen and Pasa edging her on. Katerina tries to tell Pascale that Zumba isn’t really a thing anymore these days, but Pierre’s mom doesn’t want to hear about it and instead continues to pressure you into joining her. 

Around you the people on dishwashing duty are busy clearing away plates and silverware and to the untrained eye it might look very chaotic but it’s actually very well-organised and very much up to par to what Pascale envisioned when she made her schedule for this week. As you let your eyes wander across the room you find Charles looking at you from where he’s sitting next to Nicolas, a wink thrown your way when you smile at him. Both Pasa and Pascale act as if they didn’t see the exchange but you can tell from the way they raise their eyebrows at each other that it hasn’t gone unnoticed and so you look at Katerina, a little desperate no doubt, hoping she can provide a distraction of sorts before the two older women start to ask questions you don’t necessarily want to answer.

When she does, asking Pascale to tell her more about the mistletoe tradition even though you already explained it to her this afternoon, you mouth a quiet, “Thank you.” 

Pascale is almost done with her explanation when Victoria, who, together with some of the other kids, has been watching TV in the living room ever since they finished their main course, comes running into the dining room, “Mamie! Mamie, I think the countdown is about to begin!” 

Yet another very well-orchestrated chaos unfolds, with a few people heading towards the kitchen to get the champagne and glasses, Pascale handing out the bunches of mistletoe, and everyone else on their way to the living room. When you pass Pascale and she hands you the plastic branches she gives your hand a little squeeze and tells you, “Put it to good use, ma petite.” 

Biting your lip you nod before you make your way through the crowd to where Charles is standing next to the fireplace, a nervous smile playing on your lips until he holds out his hand for you to take. When you do and stand next to him he gives it a little squeeze and it’s at that moment, about twenty seconds before the start of the new year, you feel more connected to him than you’ve ever felt before. 

The countdown begins shortly after, starting at ten, and it’s almost as if time slows down, almost as if your mind wants to make sure you’re going to remember this moment and every single detail of it forever.

Nine, the butterflies that have been fluttering around in your stomach all evening become even more rampant.

Eight, Charles' thumb circles the inside of your wrist, making you look up at him.

Seven, he smiles at you and turns around so he’s facing you.

Six, it’s like everything and everyone around you fades into the background and if the two of you were the main characters of a romantic movie the camera would circle around you, focusing only on you and Charles.

Five, his eyes meet yours and even in the dimly lit room you feel yourself getting lost in them.

Four, your eyes drop to his mouth, watching him lick his lips and you think your heart might actually skip a beat at the promise of what is coming next.

Three, you take a step closer to him as he lets go of your hand and instead cups your face with his.

Two, putting one hand on his chest you slowly start to raise the mistletoe with the other.

One, he raises his eyebrows in a silent question that you answer with a nod because yes, you are very sure about this.

“Happy New Year, ma belle,” he says before he dips his head and brushes his lips against yours just as you hold the mistletoe over your heads.

You smile into the kiss, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment, until a loud cheer from Pierre somewhere behind you brings you back to reality and makes you pull back, heat rising to your cheeks when you see a lot of smiling faces looking your way. 

“I’ll find you later, ma belle,” Charles promises with a wink before he turns around and gives Lorenzo a hug, wishing his brother a happy new year and taking the attention away from you two. 

Someone’s tugging on your arm then and when you turn around you are met by Pierre and his shit-eating grin, “Fuckin’ finally.” 

“Oh, shut up,” you counter with a grin as you step into his outspread arms and kiss his cheek before you rest your head on his shoulder. “Happy new year, Gas. Love you.” 

“Love you too, Flo,” he says, pulling you closer. “Happy new year.”

XXX

Les Côtes, January 1, 2022

It takes you a while to make your way around the room and wish everyone a happy new year and by then you’ve lost Charles somewhere in the crowd and so you find yourself back with Pierre and Katerina, who are watching Pascale and Jean-Jacques slow dance in the middle of the living room. The song, an old favourite of not only Pierre’s parents but yours as well, brings back a lot of memories and so you’re a little lost in thoughts when all of a sudden you see Charles walking towards you.

He doesn’t say anything but nods towards the library as he passes you, not waiting to see if you’ll follow him.

Before you have a chance to excuse yourself Pierre’s already giving you a gentle push in the right direction, “Allez, on with it, Flo.”

You throw him a look that you know will tell him just exactly how nervous you are because you can see his expression change to something more kind. He taps your chest again and raises his eyebrows, “All the way, ok?” 

You nod.

With a stomach full of butterflies and a heart that feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest you make your way to the library, not surprised to find Charles sitting at the piano again. He’s playing something you don’t recognize but you take an immediate liking to, the soft dark notes slowly changing into something more happier and light as he continues playing. Unlike yesterday you don’t wait for him to finish and instead sit down next to him before the song is even finished, hoping it will give you some time to try and figure out what you want to say. 

The songs ends soon after though and so, without a clear plan on where to go from here, you simply tell him, “That was beautiful,”

He starts to say something at the same time as you turn towards him, “Charles-”

“You first,” he tells you with a smile.

Taking a deep breath you decide to just go for it, decide to take Pierre’s words to heart and let Charles have all of you, “I’m sorry. For everything.” 

“It’s ok-”

“It’s not, it’s-”

Charles looks at you with a comforting smile, “I know,” 

“Charles,” you whisper, turning towards him as you do and putting your hand on his, “you’ve got to let me say it. Please?” You wait until he nods before you continue, “What I did was so incredibly unfair and I- I thought I could somehow justify making that decision for us, because I was arrogant enough to think I knew what was best for me. And for you. I never even gave you the chance to try.” You shake your head and scoff, “I was so guarded, so desperately trying to convince you and everyone else that I was fine when I wasn’t. I hadn’t been for a long time. And then when Anthoine- I didn’t- I realised then that I needed help but instead of reaching out to you I pushed you away because by then I’d convinced myself that the only one who could- Who wanted to help me was me.” 

You look up at him, “I gave you some bullshit excuse about feeling lost and needing to find my way but- Not being with you, I- God, I missed you so much.” Tears have started to form in your eyes but you don’t even try to wipe them away, “The truth is, I never feel more lost than when I’m not with you-” 

“Oh, ma belle,” Charles cups your face and gently runs his thumbs underneath your eyes before he makes you look at him, “I am right here.”

You try to smile through your tears but fail and so instead you tell him, “I never stopped loving you, Charles, and I know-” a sob escapes you then, “I know it’s not fair to tell you that now but-”

“Can I say something?” 

You nod.

He drops his hands to take yours in his, both of his thumbs rubbing circles on the inside of your wrists when he says, “That night when you- When you asked me to let you go?” He squeezes your hands to make you look up at him, “I think I always knew we would find our way back to each other, but even more so when you told me you still loved me. For me it was never the end of our story. We just-” he smiles, “We were at a crossroads and each of us went in a different direction for a while but I think- I hope it’s time for you to come back to me, ma belle.” He leans in then and brushes his lips against yours, “Let me show you the way.” 

A wave of relief washes over you and so you deepen the kiss, your hands in his hair now so you can pull him closer and kiss him. And kiss him. 

And kiss him.

XXX

You can still hear the music coming from the living room even inside the library and you know you’re going to have to make your way back there soon before people start looking for you, but for now you’re happy right where you are. Your head is resting on Charles’ shoulder, both of you still trying to catch your breath after that kiss, the promise of a new start almost tangible in the air. 

Next to you Charles gently touches the keys of the piano again and so you ask, “Play me that piece again?”

“Which one?”

“The one you were playing just before,” you reply quietly. “I don’t know what it’s called.”

“I composed it when- After we broke up.” Charles shrugs, “I never found the right name for it.”

You listen to him play, really listen, and even though it starts out rather dark and gloomy and the notes rather disconnected, which you suppose represents the first few weeks or maybe even months after your breakup, it ends much lighter, the notes now complimenting each other and the tune almost hopeful.

“If it’s about us,” you start, leaning in and resting your chin on his shoulder, “then it sounds like you. Like you’re helping me find my way back.” 

“Hmm,” he agrees quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You let out a content sigh and softly whisper, “I think you should call it North Star.” 

===

Notes Se mettre sur son 31 = Dressing to the nines T’es autre chose, tu le sais? = You are something else, you know that?

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Tales of VR Cafe Acrylic Stand (Yuri) - $22

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Kyun Chara Chibi Figure (Luke) - $12

Oshimen Name Badge (Guy) - $13 (price cut!)

Tales of VR Cafe Acrylic Stand (Luke) - $22

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