#like daniel did not see an opening between these two but he tried to go for it anyways

[fastandcarlos]

Paddock Naps : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: it's a dangerous game when lando falls asleep, but particularly when he finds himself falling asleep on you in the paddock

Your head shook as you glanced down at Lando beside you, his head falling further and further down. When you first let him rest in your lap you knew you were playing a dangerous game but you knew with how busy race days usually were there was no way that Lando was going to be able to rest with you for too long. 

Little did you know though how much you were helping him in his mission to fall asleep. The way your fingers ran through his hair, or tickled against his waist all helped him to feel incredibly comfortable, perhaps a little too comfortable if you were a member of McLaren staff. 

Time ran away with you tucked up in the hospitality lounge, but the sound of a figure coughing beside you soon made you look up, and immediately look back down. 

Oscar’s head shook at the sight of the two of you, something he had gotten pretty used to seeing from you. “How has he managed to fall asleep already? It’s barely even one in the afternoon.” 

“Who’s fallen asleep?” A second voice called out, your expression cringing as Daniel appeared up alongside Oscar.  

You didn’t quite know where to look as Daniel’s eyes widened at Lando fast asleep, having to place his mouth over his hand to hold back his laughter and make sure that he didn’t disturb Lando with his laughter.  

“You look very comfortable,” Oscar teased as your eyes met his, offering you a smile. 

“He’s a pain,” you complained, feeling your legs get number and number the more time that passed. As much as you wanted to be annoyed at Lando for falling asleep on you, seeing him so content made your heart swell, knowing just how exhausted he was with the last of three consecutive races looming.  

They all had their moments when they tried to get some peace and quiet, but you and Lando were unlike any other couple around the paddock. Other drivers could only admire how comfortable you were around each other, how little you cared about what others thought of you or how much you wanted to be around each other.  

It was something that terrified you when you first started dating Lando, but he helped you to not worry about anyone else, training you out of worrying about all of the eyes on you. 

“How long until your meeting?” You asked Oscar as he and Daniel took a seat in front of you to keep you company whilst you waited for Lando to stir.  

“We’ve still got a little while yet, we don’t want to wake sleeping beauty up too early, otherwise we’ll never hear the end of it.” 

Your hand gently brushed over the top of Lando’s head once again, tangling gently through his curls as you tried your best to tidy his hair up for him a little. 

“You know he’ll wake up and still complain he’s tired,” you warned the two of them, “he won’t care about the fact that I won’t be able to feel my legs for the rest of the day.” 

Daniel could only snigger as you spoke, “it’s his fault for having such a big head.” 

You struggled to hold back your laughter, it was something that Lando told you constantly, but only now were you feeling the full weight of it weighing you down in your seat. 

After a few minutes of light conversation between the three of you, a groan could be heard from your lap. All eyes looked down as Lando’s eyes fluttered open, grunting at the two men he saw sat in front of him, before glancing up at you. 

“Nice to see you awake, it’s only the middle of the afternoon,” Oscar teased as he glanced down at his watch. “Nothing like a midday nap to prepare you for a race is there?” 

The moment your eyes met Lando’s you could see how needed his rest was. He smiled softly up at him as he continued to wake himself up, shuffling slightly, much to your relief, as you finally managed to slightly move your legs. 

“You really have no shame, do you?” Daniel couldn’t help but joke too. “Do you know how many people have walked into this room and just found you laid out there?” 

Lando shot a glare in response to Daniel, stretching himself up before sitting up in the chair next to you where his feet had been laying, hearing a giggle come from you as you shook your own body awake too. 

“You’re such a lump,” you smirked as Lando looked at what you were doing, watching as you shook your legs, finally feeling the movement come back into them.  

An apologetic pout formed on Lando’s face as he shuffled closer towards you, resting his hand against your lap as his head came down to rest against your shoulder, still a little bit on the sleepy side of life. 

“Don’t fall asleep again,” you warned, jolting your shoulder to keep Lando awake. 

A frustrated sigh came from him, “why can’t you just let me sleep for the rest of the day?” 

“Because we have this thing called work,” Oscar interjected, shaking his head at how dramatic Lando was. “I think Y/N has better things to do then let you throw yourself across her all day.” 

You couldn’t see Lando, but you could imagine the glare that he was sending at Oscar, with Daniel chuckling next to him to add salt into the wounds for Lando. 

“I hate all of you,” Lando confirmed, “I just want to rest, is that really so hard?” 

You knew exactly what would happen if you let Lando sleep any longer. You’d been on the receiving end of Zak before when Lando had missed important team meetings, he trusted you to keep Lando in check and loved to tease you whenever you failed at that job. 

“Come on sleepyhead, you can rest when we’re back at the hotel tonight,” you smiled, resting your head down on top of Lando’s. “I don’t think your bank account will want to pay the fine for another missed team meeting.” 

A hum of agreement came from Lando as he reluctantly sat himself up, still staring at Daniel and Oscar as they continued to laugh to themselves at the scene they saw unfold before them.  

“You wait, I’ll get you two back for this.” 

“We’re just sat here, we’re not doing anything wrong.” 

Lando looked to you for help, but you chose to stay quiet, knowing that Daniel and Oscar had kept you company for most of the time he slept, you couldn’t betray them by siding with Lando now. 

Before Lando could snap back at them, the two of them excused themselves, Daniel ready to head to his meeting, Oscar keen to impress and make sure that he got to the McLaren office before Lando did and keep everyone on his side.  

“I can’t wait to go home tonight,” Lando whispered across to you, sitting himself up again. “Thank you for letting me rest on you babe, I do feel a lot better after it.” 

Your head nodded as your hands cupped either side of Lando’s face. “I promise as soon as you’re finished we’ll head out of here and get you to bed as soon as possible.” 

Lando smiled appreciatively back across at you, resting his head into your left palm. He desperately wanted to stay with you forever, but he knew that he would never be allowed to do that.  

“Go and be amazing and I’ll be here when you get back,” you encouraged, tapping Lando’s cheek as he reluctantly stood up from his chair. “If you get bored, just think about all of those cuddles we’ll have at the hotel tonight.” 

Lando’s head nodded as he leaned down and pressed an appreciative kiss against the top of your head, brushing his hand through your hair. “Thank you for always being there for me, it means the world to me love.” 

“You’re welcome Lan,” you whispered. 

“See you soon, for the most incredible rest.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[sturniqlo]

Kiss in the Kitchen- M.S

summary: both Matt and Y/n find themselves in the kitchen at two in the morning alone. Blurb

cw: cursing, brothers best friend trope, suggestive material (no actual smut), almost getting caught

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2:16 AM read the digital clock that was propped on Y/n's nightstand. She huffed and turned to the other side facing the wall. It was probably the tenth time she has turned to the opposite side trying to fall asleep. She shouldn't have drank that iced coffee before bed.

After turning around one more time, she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed and her feet met the cold wooden floor. Y/n made her way, barefoot, to her door and opened it and a cold breeze made it way to her. "Holy fuck." She gasped, her brother must've moved the ac once more.

She felt her nipples harder up against her oversized tee. Making her way downstairs, the creaking of the stairs made her cringe, not wanting to wake anyone else up in the house. Through the dark, she made her way to the kitchen and opened up three fridge getting herself a water bottle, keeping the fridge open for a light source. "Hey." Someone said from behind her. "What the-" She yelped, spilling some water on her shirt. She turned around and sees Matt wearing a tank top and pajama pants hung low on his hips.

"Matt?" She whisper yelled. "Shit, my bad. Didn't mean to scare you." He chuckled, reaching in the fridge for a water of his own. "When did you get here?" Still at a whisper. "Around seven? Daniel texted if I wanted to spend the night." He opens his water bottle. Y/n got home at nine, probably why she didn't know he was here. "I didn't see your car when I got here."

"I had to park in the next block over, there was no parking and I didn't want to take your spot in the driveway." She hummed in response. "So, why are you awake at-" He looks at the stove. "Two twenty eight in the morning?"

"Cant sleep, I drank coffee earlier so I fucked up with that one." Y/n giggles. "You?" She takes another sip of her water. "Your brother snores like a middle aged man, I might crash on the couch." He walks between Y/n and the counter, putting his hand on her waist to get by.

She cant help but get goosebumps all over and clench between her thighs although it was a small gesture. Y/n leans against the counter and tries to shake all the dirty thoughts out of her head. "I just realized, we've never been alone together. Just us two." He walks back from throwing away his empty water bottle. "Really? I- I've never noticed." Y/n stutters.

"Really." He nods, walking up to stand in front of her, placing his hands on the counter, caging her in. "O- oh." Her heart starts beating fast. She's always found Matt attractive. Hot. Every name in the book. "Why're you nervous? Thought you always wanted this, I see how you look at me all the time." Matt grabs her jaw so she can look up at him. "Do you want me?" He says.

"Yes," She nods. "I want you." With that, Matt placing his lips on hers. They pull apart to see if they were okay with it. When nobody completely pulled away, Y/n kissed him again. The kiss was mix of tongue and teeth clashing. Messy, just how Y/n imagined it. "I've wanted this for so long." Matt pulls away to kiss down her jaw. "Fuck- me too." She gasps at Matt sucking on her neck.

She tugs on his hair and brings him back to her lips. If this was the only time she'd have Matt like this, she was going to make last. They could still taste the faintness of the minty toothpaste on each other. Matt brought his hands under her shirt and massaged his cold hands onto her warm waist while her arms came up around her neck, her hands slightly tugging on the hair on the nape of his neck.

His hands crept up her soft belly to underneath her breast. She gasped against his lips. Matt squeezed her tits and she whimpered when his thumb circled her nipples. Matt grew harder at the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Wanting her shirt off, he brought his hands to the bottom of her shirt. "Can I?" He whispered against her swollen wet lips. "Please." She nodded.

When the shirt came above her breast, Matt was awed at her bare chest. As it was going to come off above her head, they heard the stairs creek and Y/n pulled her shirt back down as Matt was frozen. "Hey guys. Why are you two up?" Her brother enters the kitchen and sees Matt looking into the fridge. "I- uh I couldn't sleep and came to get water." Y/n awkwardly held up her unfinished water as she was breathing heavily, but her brother didn't notice as he was still half asleep.

"And I- you were snoring so I came to crash on the couch and found her- uh here." Matt scratched his neck. "I'll- I'll see you two tomorrow." Y/n said and left the kitchen leaving the two boys in the kitchen.

Back in her room, she sat on her bed in disbelief. Did that actually happen? Something that she's been wanting for so long just happened? Y/n could still feel the softness of his lip on her, his hands all over her body. Yet, she still had the ache in between her legs.

Ten minutes later, her phone buzzed on her nightstand. Picking it up, she saw a instagram dm from Matt.

matthew.sturniolo

keep your door unlocked

i'm going once daniel is asleep

[verstappen-cult]

# USING YOUR SAFEWORD

INTRODUCING THE BOYS. lando norris. charles leclerc. oscar piastri. max verstappen. alex albon. daniel ricciardo. mick schumacher.

GWEN’S MESSAGE. hi besties! this is based on this request: ‘a headcanon type blurb thing with the drivers reacting to you using your safeword?’ sorry it took me so long!

★ — LANDO NORRIS

Lando’s sitting at the foot of the bed, watching you as you try to regulate your rapid breathing. He wants nothing more than to hold you and let you know that everything is okay, but when he tried to touch you, after you whispered your safeword in between sobs, you pushed him away. Lando knows you need a little space to feel safe again, so he stands up very carefully to grab one of his shirts to give to you. His heart breaks when you avoid making eye contact, just whispering a simple ‘thank you’.

He doesn’t know how much time passes, but he hears your voice. “I’m sorry.” It’s the first thing that leaves your mouth, followed by: “I just – I was too in my head and I couldn’t keep going. I’m so–” Lando climbs on the bed but doesn’t move closer to you, he waits until you’re the one reaching for his hand. He spends most of the night reassuring you that he’s not mad and everything is okay.

★ — CHARLES LECLERC

Charles stops immediately, reaching for the glass of water waiting on the nightstand. Your face is flushed and there are tears in the corner of your eyes, one falls down your cheek when you make eye contact with him; when you open your mouth to speak, Charles stops you with a hand on your shoulder and a shy smile. “What have we talked about. You don’t need to apologize for anything.” It doesn’t matter how many times he says those words, you have a hard time believing them.

He knows you need to feel him closer, that’s why he lies down next to you, letting you rest your head on his chest so you can feel his heartbeat to relax. You stop crying and shaking eventually, thanks to your boyfriend taking such good care of you. Charles makes sure you feel comfortable.

★ — OSCAR PIASTRI

Oscar is a bit shocked when he hears the words, not knowing exactly what to do more than stop and pull away. You’re the one reassuring him that things are okay, even if you feel a little too lost in your head. It’s only when he sees you trying to cover your body with the sheets that Oscar snaps out of it. He asks if you need anything and makes sure you feel comfortable and safe with him around. It’s cute how he doesn’t know what to do but tries to do anything just for you.

You reassure him that it has nothing to do with him, so he doesn’t need to worry or overthink anything. Oscar listens attentively to what you have to say and makes sure you know that he doesn’t care about anything more than you and your safety. You two fall asleep hugging each other.

★ — MAX VERSTAPPEN

Max makes sure you’re cuddled and warm in the bed, feeling safe before sprinting out of the room to get you a cup of tea. He comes back with a frown which makes you want to cry even more, but he’s immediately climbing on the bed and wrapping his arms around your body. Feeling his warmth and affection is exactly what you need, Max also knows you need to hear him say that, “I’m here with you, okay? Nothing is going to happen.”

You really don’t know what you did to deserve such a gentle and caring person, but you’re so thankful for Max. He knows you better than you know yourself, and never judges you. Not even when you’re in the middle of it, and you blurt your safeword. No matter how many times it happens.

★ — ALEX ALBON

Alex apologises like his life depends on it, panicking to the brink of crying because, “I didn’t want to hurt you, love. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.” And you need to stop for a second and reassure him that it’s okay, that he didn’t actually hurt you. But Alex just keeps rambling and waving his hands and you find it somewhat funny.

He peppers your face with gentle kisses, making you both laugh. Alex ends up helping you to change into some of his clothes and you order something greasy to eat in bed. He doesn’t leave your side the whole night, still whispering little sorrys.

★ — DANIEL RICCIARDO

Daniel holds you close against his chest as you try to get out of your head, his voice soothing, enough to calm you down. When you open your mouth to apologise, he beats you to it. “Do not apologise. There’s nothing to be sorry about.” You hum weakly and just let him hold you for as long as you need.

But he also thanks you for being honest which makes you feel a little better after ruining the night. You don’t say that out loud because you know what he is going to say, and you really don’t want things to get awkward. Daniel massages your arms and back, with some kisses in between, helping you relax and release the tension.

★ — MICK SCHUMACHER

Mick holds your face and wipes your tears, a frown adorning his handsome features because you don’t stop apologising and, “It’s all good, sweetheart. You did so good, I’m proud of you.” You stop rambling and crying eventually, and it’s then that Mick leaves you on the bed to go prepare you a hot bath.

He picks you up very carefully and helps you get in the bathtub filled with your favorite bathbomb and perfumes. Mick doesn’t pressure you at any moment and just stays there, helping you bathe.

© VERSTAPPEN-CULT ⎯ do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Four - The Park

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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i have literally no idea how custody works, so i feel like i've taken liberties with this

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Y/N parked her car and hopped out. She opened the back door and grabbed Milo from his car seat, buttoning up his little jacket. “Excited, Milo?” She asked as she took his hand and walked him along the grassy park, to where Daniel and Olivia were.

They were in the playpark, Daniel pushing Olivia on the swings. Y/N opened the gate to the park (fenced off to stop dogs from entering) and let Milo walk through. She held his hand as they walked over to them.

Spotting Olivia, Milo let go of his momma’s hand and went running towards her. He jumped into the swing beside her and started shouting ‘push me, momma!’

So, Y/N followed him over. She said a hello to Daniel and began pushing Milo on the swings. It became a competition between the kids to see who could go higher, but the parents are more concerned about their safety than some silly competition.

After they finished up on the swings, Olivia and Milo went running over to the slides. Y/N and Daniel sat down on one of the benches scattered around the playpark as Olivia and Milo chased each other down the slide.

Daniel was easy to converse with. The more Y/N learnt about him, the more she liked to spend time with him. He was an interesting guy, had an interesting life. She was beginning to love listening to him talk.

Eventually, the kids remembered that they were promised ice cream the day before. They slid down the slide and went running towards their parents. Milo grabbed a hold of his mother’s arm and jumped on the spot. “Ice cream, momma!” He shouted as Olivia did the same.

Daniel looked at Y/N, wearing a grin. He grabbed a hold of Olivia, placing her on his shoulders as he walked out of the part. Y/N couldn’t do the same with Milo. She held his hand and followed Daniel out of the park. “Momma, I want to go on your shoulders,” he said with a pout.

“Sorry, Milo,” she muttered as she picked him up and placed him on her hip. “What ice cream would you like, munchkin?”

“Chocolate!” Milo shouted.

Falling into step with Y/N and Milo, Daniel tried his best to look up at Olivia, still on his shoulders. “What about you, Badger?” He asked, bouncing her slightly.

“Hmm.” Olivia thought about it like it was the most serious question in the world, like the world depended on it. “Cherry,” she said. “Wait, vanilla. Wait, chocolate.”

In the end, Daniel bought Olivia a cherry flavoured ice cream. She skipped along happily with it while Milo ate his chocolate ice cream. “Do you want one?” Asked Daniel, his wallet still in his hands.

But Y/N shook her head. “Thanks though,” she said as the two of them followed the kids along.

While they ate their ice creams, Milo and Olivia walked around the park. Y/N and Daniel walked behind them, hands swinging lazily between them, almost close enough to touch. But they didn’t, not yet at least.

“Okay,” Y/N began. “Milo said you’re a race car driver. Is that true?”

Daniel let out a laugh. “You mean an F1 driver? Yeah, yes, I am,” he said, his grin growing wider.

“Seriously? I thought Milo was just making that up to make things sound more impressive,” she replied. “Like, last month Milo told some of the boys in his class that his dad is a famous football player to try and get them to like him.”

Daniel laughed, but it was a sad sort of laugh. He knew Milo to be a lovely boy, one that didn’t need to make up such things for friends. But he continued. “I swear to god, I’m an F1 driver. Have been for years now. It’s why my parents sometimes drop Olivia off at daycare.”

“Okay, prove it,” she said. “Tell me everything there is to know about F1.”

Daniel laughed. With his whole body, he laughed. He held his chest as he stopped walking and placed one of his hands on his knees. But then he got an idea. A brilliant idea. “How about, instead of telling you, I show you? Take you and Milo to a race?”

“Seriously?” Y/N asked, staring at him. “You’d seriously do that for us? we’re basically strangers.”

Daniel nodded his head. “Of course. Milo is Olivia’s best friend and I know she’d love to have him at a race with her.”

“Holy shit,” Y/N mumbled under her breath, not loud enough for the kids to hear. “Thank you, Daniel. Seriously.”

He just smiled in return. Because, before he got to say anything, Olivia came running over, pink ice cream all over her face. “Daddy,” she began as Y/N reached into her bag to pull out some tissues. She handed a packet to Daniel, who immediately began wiping Olivia’s face with it. “Milo has never seen the Cars movies.” She turned her attention to Y/N. “How have you never shown him the Cars movies?” She turned back to Daniel. “Can Milo come over to watch the car movies?”

Daniel picked her up and placed her on his hip as Milo ran over, chocolate all over his face. Y/N grabbed another packet of tissues and cleaned off Milo’s face. He protested, trying to avoid the tissues (but Y/N got him, holding him still to clean him off).

“Well, Badger, you’re at your mums next week and I’ve got another race. But I’m sure, if it’s okay with Miss L/N, that Milo can come over the week after,” Daniel said, gently swaying her from side to side.

Y/N did the same with her son, placing him on her hip. “What do you say, Milo? Do you wanna go to Mr Ricciardo’s house to watch Cars with Olivia?” Milo nodded his head eagerly. “Tell Mr Ricciardo, not me,” Y/N said gently.

“Yes please, Mr Ricciardo!” He said, excitedly.

The kids wiggled out of their parents grasps and went back to running around, chasing each other and playing tag. Olivia chased Milo across the path and across the grass, with Y/N and Daniel never very far behind.

“Maybe we should swap numbers, now that our kids are best friends,” Daniel said, his voice somewhat nervous.

Y/N nodded. “Definitely,” she said as she pulled out her phone. Daniel programmed his number into her phone, taking a quick picture of himself for the contact picture, and Y/N did the same (minus the picture). It was to make planning out playdates easier, they both reasoned. Daniel even made a joke about sending Y/N and Milo some AlphaTauri merchandise for when they came to watch him race (but, it wasn’t really a joke).

“Can I ask a kind of personal question?” Y/N asked as Daniel handed her phone back and they began walking again.

“I love it when you say that.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. Daniel was funny and charismatic, always switched on. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh along with him. But then she asked her question. “Why is Olivia’s nickname Badger?”

Finally, a question Daniel was happy to answer. He was hyper aware as, when he began speaking, the back of his hand brushed against hers. “In Formula One, my nickname is the Honey Badger. Off the track I’m this happy, friendly guy, but on the track I’m vicious, like a honey badger. When my ex was pregnant with Oliva, my friend-“

“Another driver?”

“Another driver – he gave her the nickname little badger. She was the honey badger’s daughter, so it just made sense,” he finished, beaming. He loved talking about his job.

Y/N played with her fingers. “Can I ask another question?” She asked and Daniel nodded his head. “So, I remember you saying about your ex and the kind of things she does to Olivia when she’s there. Can’t you ask for full custody? Take her to the courts?”

It was something Daniel thought about a lot. His little girl was miserable when she was with her mother, of course he thought about it. But he knew taking her to court for custody of Olivia wouldn’t work, especially with his job. The fact that he was gone so often would probably be enough hand full custody of Olivia over to his ex.

So, Daniel told her this, in as little detail as possible. This was harder to talk about than his breakup with his ex. The thought of not seeing Olivia again was enough to send him to his knees, unable to breath. But he held it together as he talked to Y/N.

At the end of the playdate in the park, the four of them walked back to the car park. Olivia and Milo walked side by side, with their parents on either side of them. When it came time so say goodbye, the children held each other. They refused to let go as their parents pulled them apart.

“Good luck with your race,” said Y/N as she held Milo in her arms.

“Race? Momma, can we watch?” Milo asked suddenly, before Daniel could say anything.

Looking at Daniel, she nodded. The two said their goodbyes and got the kids into the cars, strapping them into the car seats and driving away.

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[adventuringblind]

Defensive Maneuvers

Max Verstappen x Leclerc!reader

Genre: fluffy with a pinch of angst

Request: yes! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Requests are open for Max, Charles, Oscar, and lando. Don't hesitate to send me ideas!

Summary: The normally soft-spoken leclerc sister becomes the out spoken girl her family knows. What triggers this change? Max Verstappen and his ridiculous father.

Warnings: Jos being Jos, mentions of verbal abuse, mention of physical abuse if you squint, *best Daniel Riccardo voice* nooooot prooooofreaaaad

Notes: written in third person . I am neither the youngest nor have brothers, so I tried my best to get an accurate relationship depiction. Ironically, I'm the oldest with sisters.

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The Leclerc sister is known by her brothers as the baby of the family. Even Arthur, who is only older by mere minutes, holds it over her head that she is the youngest.

The constant teasing from her siblings made her learn how to use her quick wit. Verbal comebacks becoming her specialty at a young age. Because of her ability to be polite in public, no one suspects what she is truly capable of.

Her brothers tease her regardless but she lets them. Her sharp tongue making them regret not holding theirs.

Pierre had made this mistake once. Mainly under the influence of Charles convincing him to say something at her expense. The verbal lashing he received in response had him apologizing profusely. Charles doubling over in laughter as her practically lectured his friend. Needless to say, Pierre has yet to make this mistake again.

Charles was by far her favorite sibling. Lorenzo had a habit of bossing her around and Arthur shared a room with her. She loved all her brothers, but felt the most connected to Charles. She followed him around like a lost puppy some days. Ready to cheer him on at every Karting race.

This was where she first encountered Max.

After the race, she went to go congratulate Charles for a race well done. He was third but all the Leclerc’s were proud nonetheless. On the way over to him, she saw Max. He was at majority of the races Charles was at. The two had never talked formally, but they were aware of the others existence.

Something about the situation she was witnessing didn’t felt right. Max was standing with his dad, his knuckles turning white from gripping his second place trophy so tightly.

As she walked by, she almost fell over at hearing how his father was treating him. The slander leaving his mouth over his son placing second almost made her tear up. She was only nine at the time, but even she knew whatever was happening was wrong.

So she steeled herself, took a deep breath, and entered into the conversation. She walked up and tapped Max’s shoulder. He jumped at the feeling, not having seen you coming.

“Hello Max, Charles is busy with family but wanted to congratulate you.” She smiled warmly at the Dutch boy. Obviously taken off guard.

Jos turned to her, also not knowing how to handle this. “Not much to congratulate,” he sneered. The young Leclerc narrows her eyes at him. Not realizing how brash the older man is.

“What do you mean, Mr. Verstappen? There is plenty to congratulate.” She questions back, her tone mildly snarky. Obviously having no intention of backing down. The older man didn’t even bothering responding to her. He turns on his heels and walks away. Yelling back to Max “I’ll be in the car.”

Max looks between the girl who he’d never spoken too and his father. Unsure of what he should do in this situation. Thankfully the girl notices this. “Sorry for stepping in. He sounded unreasonably upset.” She apologized with a huff.

“Thanks actually- for what you did.” Max stutters out. No one had ever taken the time to defend him.it was an unusual feeling. He knows he can’t stay long though. “I should go. I’ll see you around- I guess.” Then he runs off. Waving as he goes.

She had told her mother about it. The older woman explaining what was probably happening at home. It made her sad for the Dutch boy. Having to hear that it happens more often then just races.

This was only the first encounter with Max. The Leclerc sister made it a point to find Max after every race and praise for a job well done. Much to his fathers dismay. She knew she couldn’t stop what was happening, but maybe her words would help ease some of the hurt.

The girls mother occasionally helped out with her quest. Walking with her daughter to find the Dutch and congratulate him.

It became a routine. One that Max was starting to enjoy. The seeking out now being reciprocated. The two even finding time to converse about things aside from racing.

Max’s father had started to become increasingly more annoyed at this fact. Pulling Max away from you. Spitting vulgar words at a child that wasn’t even his own.

Pascals had made a note that if she was directly insulting to Mr. Verstappen, it might make things harder for Max. She still made her snarky remarks and threw insults at the older man, but only loud enough to make Max chuckle.

Her brothers eventually caught on. Charles and Arthur saying nice things to Max in passing. Charles was more strained, but was trying nonetheless.

The brothers began teasing her relentlessly as they grew up. Her fondness for Max only growing. Her quick tongue seemed to falter when they brought up Max. She held a soft spot for him, as he did for her.

When Max and Charles were in formula 2, she was incredibly proud of both of them. She divided her time equally between the two boys. Still always making sure to sing Max’s praises loud enough for everyone to hear.

Originally she though Max’s father would cool down and maybe start to see how talented he is, but she was mistaken. The older man somehow seemed to get more competitive.

It was increasingly easier to talk to each other now since the two both have phones. She comforted over video calls as he ranted about something stupid his father said to him. He listens to her talk about her fathers battle with illness. The two became inseparable. Being the reason for each others smiles on most occasions.

Then formula 1 came. Charles driving for Ferrari and Max for Redbull. The youngest Leclerc baskets in both boy finally making it. Years of hard work paying off.

Max no longer lived at home. Having moved to an apartment in Monaco. This meaning the two could spend more time together. The, now young woman, takes pride in that fact she convinced him to move closer to her.

She’d become more outspoken recently. Opening defending both her brothers and Max. Most people knew not to say anything if she was within earshot.

The year is now 2021 and Max and Lewis are both fighting hard for the championship title. Max was visible upset at the end the race. Second place wasn’t enough if Lewis is going to keep winning.

The young woman immediately trying to find him after the podium celebration. She had seen the look in his fathers eyes and is now frantically trying to beat him to Max. Charles and Arthur found her in a frenzy. Confused because she is usually calm, her sarcastic remarks and opinions given so level that you’d think it was rehearsed.

“I need to find Max.” She explained, panting from running around the paddock. They decided three sets of eyes would be better then one and split off in different direction.

She was so caught up in her search for Max that she hadn’t noticed her phone buzzing in her pocket.

A text from Charles reading: In the back of the Redbull garage. It doesn’t look good.

She took off running spotting snarled waiting for her outside. She could hear the commotion from Jos.

“I was going to try and break it up but they won’t let me in.” Charles gestures to the wall of Redbull engineers. She however, wasn’t going to let them stop her from getting to Max. She shoved her way through with determination and surprising strength. Immediately settling herself between the two Dutch men.

Jos had turned his anger towards her now. His finger getting dangerously close to her face. “You are part of the problem.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “The only problem currently is you.”

“My son has been distracted because of you. His hopes for a title this year not getting any better because of you.” He spits. She can feel his breath on her face.

“Personally, I think Max is a good racer because he wants to be. Not because of you or me helping or distracting.” She lets a smirk form on her lips. “Your just angry because your finally running out of things to berate him about. Hard to be angry when Max is better then you.”

Jos’ face had turned red. She could feel Max’s anxiety increasing from behind her.

Then everything happened in slow motion. She hadn’t noticed Jos’ hand raised above her. Charles moved faster then anyone. Shoving Jos to the side, his hand not getting to connect with anything but the nearest wall.

He was raging now. Thrashing like a child who didn’t get their way. Pierre and Charles who had somehow managed their way inside kept a firm grip on him as Christian ran to get security.

The Youngest Leclerc. The one who spent her days defending Max in secret, keeping the haters at bay never letting Max go a day without know he is loved. Finally she turned around and stared deeply into his eyes. Blue irises glasses over from tears he’d been holding back.

She embraces him warmly. His face buried into the crook of her neck. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” She apologized softly.

Max pulled away and gives her a confused look. “On the contrary, I think you were right on time.”

Security had come and grabbed Jos to escort him out of the paddock. Charles and Pierre now finding then tension between the two heating up. The two boys giggling. “I swear if you two don’t kiss or something I will no play nice with Max.” Charles laughed.

She didn’t care about the teasing. Just taking time to comfort Max. The two still conjoined in a loose hold.

Max leans his forehead against hers. “You know I’ve loved you for awhile right?” He smiles.

“You would be stupid to not.” She remarks. Max shaking his head at the remark. “But I have to agree with Charles on this one.”

Max doesn’t hesitate any longer. Placing his lips on hers. Pulling her as close to him as he can. He then pulls away, his lips still close to hers and voice barely a whisper.

“Thank you, for protecting me all these years.”

[overtake]

if you’re still doing prompts: ⁹¹⁾ six missed calls

Car mechanic Daniel, driver Max.

Daniel’s brain pulses inside his head, kissing the fragile walls of his skull with every second he’s awake. His nose simultaneously runs out of one nostril and is stuffed up in the other. Even through his slightly blocked hearing, he knows his breathing sounds wheezy and congested.

He props himself up onto a shaky elbow and almost collapses with the motion. His whole body aches. There’s spine-chilling shivers sent through his bones one second and hot flashes the next. Groaning, he finally adjusts himself to a seated position and takes a second to regroup.

Reluctantly, he reaches for his phone to turn off do not disturb. He hates to call out of work, made worse by how nice Cyril always is about it. The garage is a lot for the two of them to handle, let alone Cyril by himself.

Daniel blinks when he realizes he has six missed calls from the garage. He’s definitely running a bit behind his usual schedule, but Cyril doesn’t set specific hours for him so long as Daniel gets his work done. There must be some emergency, which is fucking great. He’ll be taking medicine and going after all.

He sees spots when he stands to his feet, but he grabs his bedside table and manages to stay upright. He puts the phone on speaker and drops it on the bed while he pulls on the first respectably clean items of clothing he can find. Not like it matters, really. He’ll sweat through them within five minutes of working through this fever, and grease always seems to permeate their coveralls no matter what they do.

Cyril picks up in a state of panic — which, for him, still sounds remarkably calm and stable.

“We have an emergency repair,” he informs Daniel. “It’s going to take me all day, probably. I need you to cover everything else so I can get this done.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen,” Daniel promises, trying his absolute best to sound as if he’s not deathly ill. Cyril is too caught up in frantically relaying this emergency to Daniel, who has entirely tuned him out in pursuit of getting on pants without passing out and splitting his head open. He probably ends the call rather rudely into Cyril’s story, but he needs to focus all his attention on driving into work without a dizzy spell.

Cyril takes one look at him and tries to send him straight back home.

“No,” Daniel protests. “I’m good. I’ll go home if it’s still bad by midday, but I’m alright. You have that emergency repair for someone important.”

The reminder of this seemingly VIP client perks Cyril right up. “You would not believe who is in our office right now,” he says, dropping his voice to a low whisper.

Daniel shrugs. He probably can guess. A tiny auto repair shop on the outskirts of Perth doesn’t exactly attract high profile visitors. At best, it’s probably some dickhead politician or half-famous musician. They definitely have money, based on the nice ass car Cyril was working on when Daniel walked in.

“Go and look,” Cyril says excitedly, shoving Daniel toward the door that leads into the office space.

This mystery guy has his back to Daniel, bent over on his phone. Daniel sees broad shoulders and scruffy hair in that nebulous area between blond and brown.

It’s only when the guy turns around that he realizes he’s looking at Max Verstappen.

Daniel hasn’t paid actual attention to F1 in years. He did his time in Italy, tried to prove himself worthy of a real shot. He got it, too. He did races with HRT, made it two races with Toro Rosso, and then collapsed in the paddock before quali and was diagnosed with a heart condition. Manageable, they said. Shouldn’t affect his length or quality of life, so long as he took medication and stopped putting his body through the enormous strain of racing.

He’d considered saying fuck it and racing anyway. It felt more important to him than anything else at that time. To a 22-year-old with his dreams at his fingertips, he figured there was no quality of life without F1.

His mum, though — it would have destroyed her. He returned to Perth and laid uselessly in bed for two months, then found the closest job to cars he could stomach without driving himself mental over what he’d lost.

“Everything okay?” Max asks, twisting and facing his body toward Daniel when he hears the door open. His blue eyes widen when they take in Daniel, probably looking just as spooked as Daniel’s do right now. Daniel knows he’s sick, but he didn’t realize he looked atrocious enough to scare people.

“Hi,” Daniel says. His words come out phlegmy, and he tries for a casual cough to clear it. He can feel it’s not successful, but forges on. “Uh, I don’t know if Cyril mentioned it, but your repair is going to probably be an all-day thing. You don’t have to sit in here.” Then, panicked that he sounds as if he’s kicking Max out, he hastily clarifies. “Obviously, you can stay if you want. There’s just probably more exciting things to do.”

Max looks at him drily. “I don’t have a car.”

“Right,” Daniel says. “Like, no offense, but I think you’ve got the money to rent a new one.”

Max doesn’t look remotely offended. He laughs, something genuine and higher-pitched than Daniel expected.

“I’ve done all the tourist things anyway. I leave tomorrow. I don’t really mind just sitting here.”

“Alright, well. Just wanted to let you know.”

“Thank you, Daniel,” Max says. He has a nice smile, Daniel thinks, and admires the pink shape of it before Max turns back to his phone.

It takes his hazy brain ages to realize he never told Max his name.

Max hunches over his screen, shooting the odd glance at the door to make sure no one’s about to bust back through. He types in the Instagram handle he’s visited countless times over the years. Daniel Ricciardo, who shook his hand at a karting event with a big grin and imprinted himself permanently on Max’s psyche.

Max had spent ages on his dad’s computer after that collapse, refreshing the search over and over until a news article confirmed that Daniel was alive.

Daniel had faded in and out of Max’s memory in the years since, but he never left completely. Every so often, Max would look at his social media and watch the profile picture change with the times. Those pixels on a locked-down profile were the only documentation he had that Daniel was still out in the world somewhere and doing okay.

He didn’t come to Perth for Daniel. He didn’t even know if Daniel still lived here, for one. Plus, it would be incredibly creepy to track him down based on the foggy memory of a decade old karting event.

Max had watched back Daniel’s limited races, breathless at the raw potential. He’d wondered a few times what it would’ve been like if Daniel stayed and fought his way into Red Bull long enough for Max to race beside him.

Even still, he didn’t pick his vacation spot for Daniel. Subconsciously, maybe it influenced his choice, but he had two spare weeks after Melbourne and an ache to see something besides his white bedroom walls.

Fate, not Max, made his ludicrously expensive rental car break down in the Perth suburbs and brought him to Daniel’s garage.

He looks down at Daniel’s profile. 32 posts. A profile picture of him in a colourful bucket hat sipping a drink. No mutual followers, despite the countless people that connect them. Daniel didn’t make this page until he was out of F1, and Max assumes he blocked out that world entirely.

He hovers his finger over the follow button, then exits the app before he can make that kind of bad decision. Instead, he stands, pats his jeans to check for his wallet, and marches out the door toward the cafe a few doors down.

He thinks of Daniel’s raspy voice and ruddy, fever-red cheeks and hopes he likes soup.

[dykesynthezoid]

I do think we’re getting at least some escalation of devil’s minion in s3 btw. And I don’t think that’s even me being hopeful or optimistic I think it’s literally just logical.

I’ve seen people say oh, but devil’s minion happens in QOTD, and s3 is TVL; and firstly, they’ve definitely made it sound like some elements of queen of the damned are going to be present in s3. Secondly, I suspect season 3 is going to end with the lead up to Lestat’s San Francisco concert. So the whole season will be both Lestat backstory + the set up for the events of QOTD. And devil’s minion happens, guess what, before Lestat’s San Francisco concert. It would almost not make sense to not at least touch on it while the other story beats are culminating up to that moment. Like, Daniel and Armand are already present in the story (where they aren’t in the book in the modern day storyline), why would you not continue their storylines to the next logical step?

Also, I think you have to consider just how many new characters and storylines QOTD introduces and how daunting that can be to absorb if you’re unfamiliar. Waiting to do anything with devil’s minion until season 4 means that’s just one more new storyline to have to inject into a narrative already very crowded with exposition. It just doesn’t make a lot of sense to do that, and I suspect the writers are pretty aware of that.

And frankly like. What other storylines would Daniel and Armand be getting? Like how are either of their stories supposed to move forward without, y’know, each other? Are we supposed to expect all of season 3 just to be one big pause button on both their larger narratives? That seems very silly. Daniel at least has the journey of adjusting to vampirism, but Armand especially is like. His semi-redemption and character evolution comes from devil’s minion. That’s the only real next step for him.

And I mean. Look at Assad and Eric. I don’t think Rolin Jones could convince them to wait a whole other season for something to happen if he tried. I know, I know it’s easy to be like “oh but maybe it’s just actors being silly” but compare how open they’re being about it now and how much more tight lipped they were in between seasons one and two. It’s night and day. It is a very very different vibe. And apparently, Assad has been plenty excited about it this entire time, so he was actually somehow managing to keep his mouth shut before. But now maybe he doesn’t need to, because he knows season 3 will at least offer something in the way of that development.

I think it’s entirely possible we won’t necessarily see the full “culmination” of their relationship until season 4, but I do think season 3 will at least have development and escalating tensions that are undeniable. I think it’ll likely start out slow and ramp up as the season continues. I’m not going to panic if we don’t get much in the first few episodes or if it takes until episode five to see Daniel’s turning. That might be needed, honestly, in terms of giving Lestat his necessary focus. But I think more small pieces will begin to accumulate, will escalate to a place of higher tension by the mid season, and then the finale will include some type of reveal or emotional climax, setting things up going into season 4.

And you know what, it’s worth mentioning: things have happened faster on this show than I expected before! I did not expect Daniel to be turned at the end of season 2. I thought we probably had a whole other season to go before that happened. “Well they were afraid of cancellation” / “well Eric just wanted to be a vampire so badly” and will these things also not apply to season 3/Eric and Assad wanting devil’s minion?? Idk babes. I’m doing the math and it doesn’t seem that crazy to me

[lenoraah]

𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘢

pairing - george russell x wife!reader

summary - reader and George always been friend of a friend of a friend, but the 2022 Las Vegas GP and one night out partying with tequila changes out, they only find out until a year later

a/n - this is going to be full of dirty, dirty secrets between characters. i imagine reader to have short raven hair and, weirdly specifically, a tattoo of angel wings with a heart in between them on her chest. but of course the hair color won’t be black and the tattoo might be mentioned…. also reader’s best friend is Daniel Ricciardo and she will have another best friend (who will be named Anastasia) because I need another character and I’m to lazy to add another driver who fits the vibe 🥴 idk, this is so random :) p.s not proofread

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“Look what I found!”

Daniel sing-songs happily as he enters the room. He clutches a leather covered book in his hands as a shit-eating grin covers his face.

“What did you find now Daniel?” Y/n sighs as she smiles a little at the excitement in her best friend’s eyes.

“A photo album that someone has been hiding.” Daniel glances at Anastasia who shrugs and sticks her tongue out.

George walks in with a three cups of coffee in his hands just as Daniel is about to open his mouth and the book.

“Hi Georgie,” Stassie teases as George hands her the steaming cup of caffeine.

The Brit rolls his eyes and hands Daniel his coffee next.

“Hi George,” Y/n makes her appearance known and George jumps in surprise.

“Hi Y/n,” George says as a tinted pink color covers his cheeks. “Sorry, I would gotten you coffee too if someone would’ve told me you were here.”

George narrow his eyes at Daniel who scoffs.

“Here, you can have my cup.” Daniel hands his cup to Y/n who glances at George and then smiles sheepishly as she takes it.

“Yeah it’s not like he needs it anyway, he’s all sunshine and rainbows.” Ana snort laughs and George smiles little.

Daniel rolls his eyes and sits down at the armchair next to him.

“Let’s see what’s in here,” The Australian opens the book and raises an eyebrow at the first photo.

“What? What is it?” Ana leans over and tries to take a look but Daniel pulls away, leaning to the other side of the chair.

“It’s you,” Daniel can’t help but start laughing uncontrollably as he flips the album to show George and Y/n.

The picture is of Anastasia as a toddler with a party hat on her head of strawberry blonde hair and frosting covering her hands and body.

Ana screeches reaching for the book but Daniel only keeps laughing as he keeps looking over the book.

The find pictures of George and Daniel in racing gear and with helmets too big for their heads. Y/n and Ana doing baby antics like putting their foot in their mouth or throwing food around with a toothless grin on their face.

“Uh, woah, what is this?” Daniel’s face scrunches together as he pulls the book closer to his face.

“What? What is it?” Anastasia leans over to read and her jaw drops the moment she sees the document in the album.

“What is it?” George and Y/n both tug their brows together and all four of their eyes widen when they like in the realization of the information of the paper in front of them.

“The two of you of married?”

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“Uh huh, yep, thank you.”

Anastasia sighs and places her phone on the table before she sits down.

“So? What is it? Are we married or not.” Y/n nudges at Anastasia’s elbow and bounces in her seat.

“Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, you are the Mrs Russell.”

George and Y/n share a look and Daniel and Stassie can only open their mouths in wonder before closing them.

It was a mistake. They could barely remember stumbling into the church and having the drunkest smiles on their faces as they said yes.

The feelings and emotions were hidden for so long until finally their intrusive thoughts finally took over; at a church, in Las Vegas while they were both drunk.

“What’s the next step?” Daniel asks quietly.

“Uh, I think it’s time we talk it out.” George ushers both Daniel and Anastasia out the door.

The two both sigh once their friends leave and they are left alone.

George glances at Y/n’s form. She looks out at the window with her knees brought up to her chest. Her tattoo is visible through her lavender tank top.

“I love you, you know?” George kneels down in front of Y/n and takes her hands in his.

“I know and I love you too. But we both knew that eventually that is we were going to have to talk about it.” The y/h/c smiles sheepishly as her tries to avoid George’s eyes.

“I know, and we’ll figure it out. Because you’re my wife, ring or no ring.”

“Well, a ring wouldn’t be that bad.” Y/n mumbles and George laughs.

“Yeah, we’ll make it work.”

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five years later-

”Henry, please stop running again.”

“Mummy! Mummy, look! Daddy’s on TV.” The four year old happily grins as he points at the screen which is playing reruns of moments from the race.

“Yes, he is darling. Please sit down,” Y/n presses a kiss on her son’s head who happily obliges with his eyes glued on the TV.

Y/n sighs and runs a hand through Henry’s hair and watches as George’s post-race interview plays.

A light tug on the bottom on Y/n’s sweatpants makes her tear her attention away from watching her husband’s face on the TV screen.

The toddler wobbles in her place as she hold onto her mother’s leg for support. Y/n picks up her one year old and sets her right above her belly.

Henry turns around and faces his mother, his small hands resting on Y/n’s bump. Pippa immediately turns to face her brother who reaches up to peck his baby sister’s nose.

The toddler shrieks and giggles flapping her hands around. Y/n smiles at her children’s happiness that she can’t even notice that sound of the door opening.

Pippa leans against her mother’s chest and one of her hands press up against the heart on her mother’s chest. The toddler smiles and starts mumbling when she notices someone walk through into the living room.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” Pippa whimpers and mumbles into Y/n’s shoulder as she watches George smiles at her and places a finger on his lips.

“Sweetheart, Daddy’s not home yet.” Y/n rubs her daughter’s back and places a kiss on her head.

Pippa whines and Y/n rocks her side to side. Y/n stays like that with her daughter until she feels a pair of arms wrap around the crook between her belly and breasts.

���Woah, hi stranger.” Y/n raises an eyebrow at her husband who reaches out for his daughter with a small pout on his face.

“Daddy!” Henry runs fastest than Y/n has ever seen him run and clutches his father’s leg.

George grins while hugging both of his children and wife.

“I missed you,” He presses a kiss on Y/n’s head and a hand on her bump. “All four of you.”

“We missed you too,” Y/n rolls her eyes at her husband’s slight cheesiness. She pretends that she hates it but he knows that she loves it.

They’ve made it through everything, there is no way that they weren’t going to make everything work for the rest of forever.

[liightsout]

fresh out the slammer - daniel ricciardo x reader

(part one)

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✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader ✯

✯ word count: 2.2k ✯

✯ content warnings: swearing, abusive/unhealthy relationship ✯

✯ now playing: fresh out the slammer - taylor swift ✯

✯ this is part two in my ttpd series, you might want to read this first ✯

✯ masterlist ✯

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“Now pretty baby, I’m running back home to you. Fresh out the slammer I know who my first call will be to” 

You didn’t have much of a plan, or even a rough idea where you would be staying for the foreseeable future as you stood on the pavement outside your now ex boyfriend’s apartment. 

It should have terrified you, but it was the first time you’d felt free in years. 

It was Danny who had suggested that you call Rosie and ask if you could stay with her. He had offered for you to stay in his apartment while he was out of the country, but you didn’t fancy being alone. That, and the idea of staying somewhere so surrounded by Daniel seemed like the wrong choice to make right now. 

Rosie had been more than happy to welcome you with open arms into her home. She had been over the moon to hear from you, and even happier to hear that you had ended things with Evan. The second you’d arrived on her doorstep she ushered you inside and enveloped you into a bone crushing hug. 

Yes, she was happy that you had finally escaped the clutches of your shitty boyfriend, but she was human enough to know that the whole ordeal had been incredibly overwhelming for you and that you were craving comfort. 

Later that evening the pair of you were curled up on her sofa, wrapped in blankets and sharing a bottle of wine. Rosie hadn’t asked you a single question all day about the break up. She had allowed you time to breathe and get yourself set up in her spare bedroom. It was hours later and you just knew she was going to explode if you didn’t provide her with some answers. 

“So, what happened after you left?” she had asked with curiosity in her eyes. You knew what she was hinting at. 

You had seen Danny’s name flash up on her phone earlier that day while she was helping you unpack. She had tried to hide it, but you’d seen it nonetheless. You expected he was checking in with her to make sure you had actually made it to her place and hadn’t turned around and gone crawling straight back to Evan. You couldn’t blame him, you were shocked that you hadn’t as well. 

“I called Danny” you said with a small smile as you recalled the conversation you had shared with him earlier that day.

“Hey pretty girl,” his voice sounded like liquid gold pouring straight from your phone and into your ear. “Hey you,” you replied with a shaky breath. You could sense he was about to start talking, you knew he would have questions as to why you were calling. 

“I did it. I left.”

A beat of silence passed between the two of you, as if neither of you could quite believe the words coming from your mouth. 

“For real?” his voice was quieter, less confident than you’d heard him before. It was unlike him to be so hesitant. 

“For real” you whispered back. The sound of the busy London street echoed out around you, but seemed to fade away the longer you waited for Danny’s reply. 

“Are you alright?” he said, his tone filled with concern. You felt your heart swell. It was such a simple question, yet it carried such weight. Were you alright? 

Was it wrong that this was the most ‘alright’ you’d felt in months? 

“I think so, or at least I will be.” 

You didn’t need to see him to know he was smiling. 

“Yeah, you will.” 

“Another summer taking cover, rolling thunder, he don’t understand me. Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter. He was with her in dreams. Gray and blue, and fights and tunnels. Handcuffed to the spell I was under, for just one hour of sunshine. Years of labour, locks and ceilings, in the shade of how he was feeling, but it’s gonna be alright, I did my time.” 

As you lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling fan, you found yourself lost in the memories of the last few years.

You hated how easy you found it to scold yourself for how long you had stayed in such a toxic relationship. The voice at the back of your head told you that it was easier said than done, leaving your partner, but you still felt angry for how much time you had wasted. 

It was only now that you were on the other side of it that you could pinpoint all the times you should have left. The fights. The arguments. The shitty comments thrown in your direction. The gaslighting. You realised that you had spent the last few years of your life dictated by Evan and the mood he decided to be in that day. 

You could recall the times you would walk on eggshells around him, scared to provoke him when you sensed he was in a foul mood. The exasperated sighs and slamming doors. He would storm out of the apartment declaring that he was going “out”. He’d come home smelling of beer, cigarettes and ladies perfume. Or not come home at all. 

You’d wake up the next day to a picture perfect boyfriend. Breakfast in bed, flowers on the counter, extravagant gifts and invitations for weekends away in foreign countries. 

Evan had a way of convincing you that whatever terrible thing had happened the day before was just a one off. That he was sorry for his behaviour and he would never do it again. 

It made you laugh now. It was a shame that he had inherited his wealth. He would have made such a good con artist. He had the ability to fool you into believing whatever he wanted, and you ate it up every single time. 

“Camera flashes, welcome bashes, get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge” 

It had been Rosie’s idea to throw a party. She had declared that you needed a “celebration of freedom” as she curated a group chat full of the usual suspects to invite round her house that weekend. You weren’t sure it was the best idea, you still felt hesitant about being around your old group of friends after such a long time away. 

“Have I missed anyone off? Or is there anyone you want to invite that I’ve missed?” Rosie said as she handed you her phone. You could sense her eyes carefully watching you as you scrolled through the list of names. You tried to be nonchalant as you looked for his name. You didn’t care who came. You just wanted to see Danny. 

It had been radio silence for the last few weeks since you’d moved in with Rosie. It wasn’t his fault. You knew he was busy with a double header and a new Enchante launch. You also suspected he was being a gentleman and giving you the space you had needed to clear your head. He wanted you to make the first move so that he knew you were ready. 

And you sure as hell felt ready. 

You found his name at the bottom of the list and smiled while handing Rosie her phone. 

“Yeah, looks good to me, I can’t think of anyone else. I don’t really have many friends anymore” you said with a nervous laugh, which earned you a playful shove from the girl sitting next to you. 

“Oh shut it, you’ve got loads of friends, you just don’t realise it. And don’t think I didn’t see you searching for Danny’s name, you’re not sly” she said with a laugh. 

“As I said in my letters, now that I know better I will never lose my baby again” 

You tried hard to hide your disappointment, but you had really hoped he would show up. He hadn’t directly responded to Rosie’s invitation, only offered a thumbs up in response to her message about hosting a party this weekend, but you had thought he would be here. 

You had chalked it up to his busy schedule, but you couldn’t help the doubts slipping into your mind.  

Four hours into the party and still no sign of Danny. 

Rosie had sent you a few reassuring smiles each time she caught your eye as you searched round the mass of bodies in her kitchen and garden. 

You knew she was being kind, but you could feel the sympathy radiating off her from a mile away. It made you feel pathetic. A feeling that you’d hoped you’d left behind in Evan’s apartment. 

You didn’t know why you kept checking your phone. You hoped he’d send you a message, apologise for why he couldn’t make it. But he hadn’t reached out to you since the day you’d left Evan. Why would he message now? 

It was now nearing 1AM and the majority of the party had left, with only a few of Rosie’s closer friends opting to stay a bit later and help tidy up, as well as share a nightcap or two. You had decided to steer clear of the noise and opted for unwinding in the garden alone. 

The twinkling stars covering the night sky and crescent moon illuminated the garden. You’d spent the last 10 minutes staring up at them, hoping a shooting star would cross your path and grant you just one wish. 

You’d never been lucky before, why would you be now? 

Your phone felt like a dead weight in your hands. The idea of messaging Danny was flying around in your brain like a gnat you just couldn’t catch, the buzz getting louder and louder the more you ignored it. You were a little tipsy, you couldn’t stop yourself from typing, even if you knew texting Danny was not the best idea right now. 

Hi 

Hey you 

Hi Danny 

We missed you tonight, sorry you couldn’t make it! Hopefully see you next time! 

Why didn’t you come? 

Did I do something wrong? 

FUCK 

I’ve already lost so much, and wasted so much time on someone who didn’t care about me, I can’t do that again, not with you 

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind you sent your phone flying out of your hand and tumbling onto the patio floor. A hand reached for the phone at the same time yours did, the 3 etched onto the pinky finger forced your eyes upward. 

At first you thought you might have imagined him. That you had actually fallen asleep outside and this was a figment of your imagination sent to mock you. But the smell of his cologne combined with the heat pouring off of his body confirmed that you were in fact definitely awake. 

You couldn’t speak as he held your phone in his hands. You knew he’d seen the message you had typed out from the way his eyes had darted from the screen to your face as you stood in front of each other. 

Sad. He looked sad. You’d never seen him like this before and it broke your heart. 

“I’m sorry” the words passed his lips and you fought hard to stop yourself from cringing. You tried to remind yourself that Danny was different from, you hoped. This wasn’t like those times with Evan, the meaningless apologies and shitty explanations. 

“My flight got delayed, and then cancelled, so I ended up flying into Manchester instead of London and then had to get an Uber down here, got stuck in fucking traffic and only got to my apartmet like 30 minutes ago” he rambled as he handed you back your phone, which you accepted with shaky hands. You hoped he didn’t notice. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, I should have text you, but I had in my head that I was going to surprise you and it was going to be all romantic and shit, which I now realise was totally dumb and I should have just told you I was running late.” 

The frustration in his words was palpable, the desperation in his voice earnest. Both were something you hadn’t heard from Evan, ever.

“If you want me to go, I will, I just wanted to tell you in person that I was sorry and that I know I’ve fucked up and probably ruined it.” 

“You haven’t” your voice trembled as you spoke. You searched within yourself for the bravery you’d had those weeks ago. You didn’t want to lose this. You needed this. You needed Danny.

“You haven’t ruined it,” you shook your head as your hand reached out for his. His eyes seemed darker under the night time sky. “You defintely fucked up,” you said with a laugh as your hand laced with his larger one, “but you haven’t ruined it”. 

Danny’s hand squeezed yours and released as you took a step closer to one another. His arms wrapping around you and pulling you close against him as yours went around his waist. Your head was against his chest, his racing heartbeat echoed in your ear and matched your own. His head went to the crook of your neck, rough facial hair tickled against your sensitive skin and sent shivers across your body like lightning. 

You would have missed the words that he mumbled against your skin between soft kisses had he not been so close to you. 

“You’re not wasting your time, I do care about you. I think that you’re it for me.”

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✯ authors note: soooooooo... it's been a while

i'm super sorry about how long it's taken to get this out, and it's only half of this part, but my motivation for writing has been super low.

hope this is ok and you guys enjoy!!!!

thanks for all your support, it means the world to me ✯

[fourmula1]

thinking about a maxiel take on good luck, babe! by chappell roan where daniel is scared to commit to max despite the fact that they’ve been sleeping together for like, a couple years at this point, and that includes actual sleeping. spending the night. ordering food. laying on the couch together. 

but it’s not SERIOUS, right. it’s convenient. they travel the world for work and it’s just easier this way to have someone always there to take care of each other’s needs. it’s just blowing off steam and getting a primal need met. that’s all. right? a person needs to be touched and they’re such good friends as it is and it’s just easy to translate that to the bedroom. the hotel room. the private jet. 

and max has kind of tried to broach the topic a couple of times now. putting a label in this. exclusivity. they have such incredible chemistry in and out of the bedroom and max is ready to make this more serious than it’s been.

and Daniel’s like ‘ahh maxy you’re so young don’t settle down this is all good fun yeah?’

and max has heard daniel say something along those lines so many times and each time he just brushes it aside and carries on because it’s really nice to fall into bed with daniel and forget it all when they’re sweaty and spent and basking in the afterglow.

but it gets to be too much at one point, doesn’t it? max doesn’t want to break up (can he even call it that if they were never together to begin with?) but like. they have been. label or not. so he tells daniel that he doesn’t want to keep sleeping together if that’s all it is (and he knows that isnt all it is but daniel is scared and ashamed of himself and it used to be sad but now max is over it). 

so he cuts daniel loose. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t see and hear things. they run in all the same circles and he’s heard stories about daniel sleeping around and driving to Nice to hit up gay bars and kiss and fuck all kinds of pretty boys and it fucking hurts every time max hears another anecdote but that’s life, isn’t it?

and max minds his own business and eventually he meets a really nice guy in monaco who isn't involved in racing at all. he’s just normal and nice and into max and going on dates and cooking dinner for him and happy to welcome max home during time between races and it’s good! it’s good. max is happy (as he can be. he’s pretty sure daniel is always going to be the one who got away but that’s just it, isn’t it? daniel wanted to get away and max had to let him).

so it’s two years later and daniel retired a year ago and fucked off to australia and max hasn’t seen him since and he hasn’t really thought of him in months either because: he’s getting married to his nice normal boyfriend who tells max he loves him openly and happily (something he never got from daniel). max is retiring the end of this season and though his boyfriend has been an open secret he’s officially come out for real in the sports illustrated story about his retirement and what he’s planning to do (“lots of eating good food and wedding planning!” and the journalist asks how that’s going and max says “always he asks me about this flower or that colour palette and I anyhow don’t care so much but it’s nice to look forward to the day”). 

and daniel of course hears about the one little pronoun, the “he” heard ‘round the world and he gets obliteratedly wine drunk on the farm and he calls max at whatever ungodly hour it is in australia and it’s he first time they’ve spoken in over a year and max didn’t expect to hear from daniel ever again really but now he’s suddenly stuck trying to talk him off a ledge basically and max, bitterly, tells daniel “there was a time i wanted to be doing all of this with you and you always with the excuses ruined it" and daniel chokes on a sob and max reels back a bit when daniel says “I know” because daniel admitting that was never on his bingo card ever.

but max knows, too. daniel did this to himself. to them. 

and max is getting married next month on summer break and daniel’s going to see pictures on instagram and throw his phone against a wall and be alone and hating himself for hating himself so much that he lost the only man he ever loved and no amount of regret is going to change the way max’s beautiful fucking face was lit up in a brighter, happier way than daniel’s ever seen in those fucking photos of his wedding day, kissing his husband in front of their friends and family and the fucking world.

and daniel is a world away in australia. drunk. and crying. and alone. staring at the dusty dirt road and into the horizon - vast and empty. just like him, now.  

[whatshehassaid]

The fact that they keep bringing in characters that are from later in the books (Bruce, Dr. Fareed, Raglan James) makes me think Dubai is farther along in the books than we realize. I feel like some stuff (akasha) hasn’t happened yet… but finding Claudia’s diary in New Orleans, and Louis being suicidal etc are from later in the book series. Has parts of Merrick already happened? Louis said in season 1 that he hadn’t killed since the year 2000. The book Merrick was released in 2000. Armand (as Rashid) “You’re chronicling a suicide.” The fact that they even HAVE Claudia’s diaries in the first place is farther along in the books.

Now why bring Raglan James in so early? I already have a feeling they aren’t bringing David in (they didn’t for Mayfair Witches and he was a big part of that) so why Raglan James SPECIFICALLY? Why not just some random Talamasca member? They’re trying to hint at what’s to come. Daniel being in his 70s and not having David in Mayfair Witches (or IWTV I’m assuming cause it wouldn’t make sense to have David in one but not the other) makes me think they’ve merged Daniel and David into one character.

If you know anything about what happens to David in Tale of the Body Thief you’ll understand where I’m going with this - I’ll put a spoiler warning for the books here.

At the end of Tale of the Body Thief, David gets a new body and Lestat changes him into a vampire without his consent.

If Daniel and David ARE being merged into one character (which makes sense considering David is the one who listens to Armand’s story in The Vampire Armand and the fact David was a main character in the Mayfair Witches book series but was merged with Rowan’s love interest to make Ciprien in the TV adaptation) then that means that something similar could happen to Daniel.

Armand in the books (after 10-12 years of a romantic - albeit it started off fucked up - relationship which includes Daniel being addicted to Armand’s blood and a mutual obsession between the two of them and then they fall in love) turns Daniel in 1985 I think the same night of Lestat’s concert and the awakening of Akasha if I’m remembering correctly. In the TV adaptation since the San Fransisco interview already happened that also means (quite obviously from the new promo) that Devils Minion already happened. Which means young Daniel tried everything on Earth to get Armand to change him into a Vampire. Probably bringing himself super close to death because he wanted to be with Armand forever. Armand has a major trauma from Marius (grooming, child slavery, sex slavery- but also Marius telling him over and over that every fledgling grows to hate their maker- lol ok dude, you literally groomed your first two fledglings from childhood and abandoned them both but yeah, that must be a every maker and fledgling thing). It affects Armand to the point that he vows never to turn ANYONE into a Vampire EVER. But then he meets Daniel and falls in love with him and can’t stand the thought of existing without him. So he turns him.

It seems like Armand in the show didn’t truly believe Daniel loved him. (They have a really wild relationship where Daniel will run away and come back begging for him back and Armand welcoming him with open arms over and over until Daniel finally accepts that he’s in love with Armand too). But Daniel DID love him. Just as much as Armand loved (and STILL loves- because he always will) Daniel. So instead of watching him be chronically suicidal and trying everything to get Armand to turn him he wiped Daniel’s memories thinking they wouldn’t come back. Thinking Daniel could live a normal human life without him.

From what I can see of the preview it seems like Armand and Louis had broken up long ago. Most likely after the first interview in the 70s (I’m pretty sure it’s similar in the book - Louis ends up leaving Armand once Armand tells him Lestat is still alive and he didn’t die in the theatre fire). Hence, Armand saying “I know where he is.” in the promo for 2x05.

That’s when Daniel and Armand fully happen. But in the show instead of turning Daniel he wipes his memories and tries to let him live a normal life because he loves him.

Now Lestat and Louis break up and get back together like ten fucking times in the books and Louis when he isn’t with Lestat always goes off alone or he goes to Armand. Lestat and Armand eventually come to love each other and have a mutual understanding and respect for one another - it takes a while, believe me. Lestat KNOWS he can trust Armand with Louis. That Armand loves Louis too.

What I’m thinking is going on… is some of the events of Merrick have already happened where Louis seeks out Claudia’s diaries and her spirit to try to bring peace to himself. Instead it makes it MUCH MUCH worse. To the point that Louis goes forward with killing himself by burning himself to ashes (Lestat does bring him back don’t worry). But since I think the full Akasha storyline hasn’t happened yet I feel like humans would’ve noticed that (hence the great conversion cause she ends up killing like 90% of the Vamp population…) I think what is actually happening is Louis is trying to kill himself. He’s actively trying by getting Daniel to write this book for vampires to come after him and kill him (hence the “you’re chronicling a suicide”). His depression and despair is getting worse and worse as season 2 goes on, outwardly crying to Daniel thanking him for helping him remember.

I’m not sure if Louis in Dubai knows that Lestat is alive… he certainly doesn’t during the first interview.

Armand is a complicated character and he means well (yes he does do some fucked up shit in the books- some to do with Claudia- I don’t know if they’ll have THAT part in the show). But Armand does love Louis. He feels guilt for what happened with Claudia and he will do ANYTHING to make it up to Louis. To the point of letting Louis walk all over him (he’s had a fucked up human life and vampire life, let my boy live). I have a feeling, since Lestat’s lawyer in Paris mentioned it to Louis that Lestat has gone to sleep. They do that sometimes. Bury themselves underground and sleep- sometimes for decades. If that is the case I’m not exactly sure what happened between them for Lestat to do that but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

What I think happened after the first interview? Armand was trying to protect Louis from himself. There are obvious signs of schizophrenia in Louis and they’ve been hinting at it since season one with the Paul/Bird symbolism. Louis has blackouts. He’s had them even before he and Claudia tried to kill Lestat- that’s why I think we’re getting a revisit to the fight in 1x05 and to Claudia’s turning into a vampire. Either that or we are going to get it from Lestat himself at the trial in Paris (cause yes, the real Lestat is there).

Armand was not lying when he said he protects Louis from himself. That Louis acts out sometimes. The photos of all the men I believe some of them are Louis’ victims from his blackouts. We’ve already seen a glimpse of one incident in season 2 with the man in the park and Louis leaving his dead body there. Armand has suppressed Louis’ memories of what happened in Paris. What happened with Claudia. Probably half because he doesn’t want Louis to run off without Lestat able to care for him and partly because he’s trying to prevent Louis from hurting more people viciously and then going into a guilt spiral.

Louis did know what happened to Claudia at one point… but I think it was making him so suicidal that maybe Armand and Lestat together decided it was best to have his memories suppressed so that he wouldn’t hurt himself. But now? Now Lestat is god knows where and Armand is barely holding onto control. Louis is lashing out at him. He’s lashing out at Daniel. The memories are flooding back and Louis is slowly remembering… not just what happened to Claudia… not just what Armand did… but the probably hundreds or thousands of gruesome deaths he’s caused during his blackout episodes. Including the blackout episode he had with Daniel in 1973.

Now speaking of 1973, Armand was trying even then to keep Louis’ schizophrenia and blackouts at bay. He was suppressing memories that triggered Louis - half because he didn’t want to lose Louis but I also think he genuinely was doing it for Louis’ own sanity. But then Louis goes seeking out someone who will let him speak about it and help bring those memories back - Daniel.

Armand may just think Daniel is another fuck and run, I have a feeling ever since Paris - even though Louis barely remembers it - honestly, probably before then going by the fuckboi tendencies Louis was displaying toward Armand in the last episode, he probably fucks around a lot and Armand lets him. Mostly because he’s trying desperately to make it up to Louis. As I said, he’s desperate to make it up to Louis.

So Armand says okay fine, have your fun. And Louis goes with Daniel. But what Armand DOESN’T know is that Louis isn’t going with Daniel for (or JUST for) sex. He wants him to help him remember. That’s the WHOLE POINT of the interview. Armand doesn’t know about it. The first interview happens…. And then? Daniel pisses Louis off. He triggers him off by asking him to turn him. And Louis blacks out and attacks.

Armand shows up mid attack to find Louis with the boy he spent ALL NIGHT WITH doing GOD KNOWS WHAT and he immediately thinks Louis is trying to replace him with someone else. He gets jealous. Again, he doesn’t know about the interview yet.

Louis blacked out and by that time its morning. Armand probably walked in on him (trying to be like - you’re going to get hurt if you don’t find a safe spot it’s morning!) feeding on Daniel and being burned through the sunlight coming in the window. Armand has jealousy issues. I can’t blame the guy he has a huge amount of abandonment issues and being hurt… so of course he immediately jumps to why is Louis spending all night with this boy? What is so special about this boy that he’ll spend time with him all night but he won’t even look at me the same anymore (since Claudia).

Louis has to hide from the sun… And that’s when Armand jealously curious about this human boy and why Louis is apparently so open with him from what he seen at the bar. He tries to get inside Daniel’s head. “Is that what makes you so FASCINATING?” “Leave him be Armand!”

At some point - with all this mind fuckery which of course is essentially torture and poor Daniel is probably half horny half scared to death - iykyk - Armand sees the tape. He plays it. This isn’t about the boy at all. It’s about LESTAT.

It’s always been about Lestat.

Upset (and rightly so - imagine being with someone for that long thinking they loved you and meanwhile they were still pining for their ex) he has a bit of a meltdown…. And when he calms down enough… he’s defeated and tells Louis the truth. That Lestat is alive and “I know where he is.”

Now… Armand… who is a stickler for the vampire laws… knows he’s tortured this boy… knows this boy can’t living knowing that vampires exist. Because he’s seen into his head he knows there’s pain there. Daniel is an addict for a reason though I don’t think Armand knows the reason at that point… but since he knows the boy MUST DIE because you cannot tell a human about vampires and let them live… he offers him a peaceful death. “I’m the quiet you’ve been longing for”

Daniel agrees. The kid is tired, he probably has childhood trauma hence the drug addiction. He was just attacked by one Vampire and tortured by the other.

Armand starts to drain him… and then?

I think Armand sees himself in Daniel. Whatever it is (I’m not 100% sure - maybe abuse of some kind) stops Armand from killing him. He’s found someone who understands.

He gets Louis (partly burned from the sun) to help him carry Daniel out. Not sure if they take him to a hospital or where they take him but afterwards Louis leaves Armand and goes looking for Lestat.

That’s when Devils Minion happens.

Armand and Daniel somehow fall in love. And a decade later he has to wipe Daniel’s memories because Daniel will not stop until he’s either dead literally or a vampire so he can be with Armand. Or so he says, Armand thinks.

Now fast forward and we have Louis self destructing. Armand trying to hold the pieces together… Louis brings Daniel in not remembering he almost killed the guy and thinking, “Well he can help me get these memories back… i know he’s Armand’s ex and he (Daniel) is missing memories too. maybe if I get his memories back we can help each other”

That’s why Louis keeps bringing things up. Daniel’s mind has filled in a decade of his life with a wife and daughter that probably don’t even exist. (I know, I know Alice is Armand theory… but the farther we get the more it makes sense). Louis is PURPOSEFULLY triggering memories to come back in Daniel so he can help HIM remember too. Armand (until last episode I think) was so focused on keeping Louis together and trying to protect him that he doesn’t even realize that Daniel is remembering him.

Until 2x04.

Daniel brings up the fire.

Armand tries to read his mind to see where he got the information from.

And he sees a flash of himself watching TV in the 70s. And that’s when he realizes Daniel DID love him. If Daniel didn’t why would he be getting flashes of Armand. Not of Louis and the first interview… not of Louis attacking him… no, he’s getting flashes of Armand.

Then he remembers that he suppressed Louis’ memory of everything to do with Claudia’s death (Louis’ main trigger). Louis confused: “the fire?”

As Daniel’s memories come back… so do Louis’. However the more Louis remembers the more unstable he’ll become. I think at a certain point when he remembers everything the suicidal part of him with reach a climax… he’ll snap. Blackout with Daniel in a parallel of what happened in 1973. And Armand is going to have no choice but to save Daniel. I feel like Lestat will sense this happening and I feel like it’ll be the PERFECT segue for present time Lestat. Now will Daniel be hurt badly? I’m not sure. Will Armand have no choice but to change him because Louis hurt him too much, maybe tried to drain him to “get back” at Armand after realizing what was happening?

Is that why Jacob is scared we may hate Louis by the end of the season? I feel like if it was just Louis trying to walk into the sun that comment wouldn’t make sense.

If he tries to hurt Daniel though…..

[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART FOURTEEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: it's Wyatt's birthday party and you and Jack manage to experience what it's like to be a real family and the cowboy tries to earn his third strike with you

(This is the fourth chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE TO THIRTEEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: a little bit of angst, fluff, sexual tension, mom!reader

A/N: it took me a while to bring our cowboy back, sorry besties, but this week hasn't been easy in a few aspects, but well, he's here, so willing to be a great dad and great partner is there any way we could say no?! Enjoy it ❤️

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You wanted to die at that moment. Die of embarrassment, die of anger, die of frustration. Why on earth did Frankie have to do that? You two had spent your entire relationship without sexting, without sending nude pictures, just occasionally seeing each other and having sex like two normal adults, and then, as if he knew what was about to happen between you and Jack, he literally cock blocked the two of you. You were unable to react for a few seconds after Jack handed you your phone, not understanding at first what made the cowboy go from his seduction mood to his jealous, anger self, getting off you immediately and pacing the room, before opening the door and going to the hallway.

What were you supposed to do? Should you ignore Frankie? Reply to his message? Apologize to Jack? You hadn't done anything wrong, so why should you apologize in the first place?

So you placed your phone down for a moment and you took a deep breath, calming down was essential before doing anything; you didn't want to be cruel to Frankie, you figured breaking up with him was already bad enough, he was a little clueless yes, but he couldn't be blamed for that. Now, Jack's behavior concerned you. You got that he got jealous and seeing the woman you're about to have sex with get another man's dick pic is a turn off, but what if he returned to his old habit of being an ass to you? You weren't ready for that, not after you let your guard down and opened your heart to him, you wouldn't be able to handle another heartbreak. You didn't want to believe after he apologized so much and tried to make things right with you he would lose all of his character development and go back to being the unbearable man he'd been. But you also never thought he would abandon you while pregnant…

And you hated those thoughts, because you were so willing to forgive him and try to give him a chance, to give your family a chance, so he wouldn't ruin that, would he?

You decided to pretend you hadn't seen Frankie's message, after all it was the middle of the night, so he couldn't blame you for being asleep. Placing your phone face down on the nightstand you got up, taking Jack's hat he'd dropped among your blankets and opened the door, knowing you had to find and talk to him, however, you didn't expect to find him standing right outside your bedroom, which made you startled and you jumped. His hands went for your waist, holding you by the hips as he wanted to keep you in place and frowned confused at your reaction

"What happened sugar?" He raised his eyebrows and watched you attentively, hoping you wouldn't be angry with him.

Jack was also feeling so fucking stupid at that moment because he simply left your bedroom after what happened. He couldn't believe he had such an ego that could harm the progress he'd already made with you. He should've laughed about that pathetic attempt of getting your attention, after all, you were breaking up with the guy the next day, but instead, he felt jealousy burning him from the inside, he couldn't bare the thought of you preferring Frankie over him; of course he had given you plenty reasons for that, but now that things seemed to be falling back into place, he didn't want to face rejection. His heart had been filled with hopes of having you and his family back, he didn't want to risk not having this possibility, he just knew he was a broken man and if he didn't have his family anymore, he would also not have anything to live for.

"I-I…" you shook your head and tried organizing your thoughts, raising your hand and handing him his cowboy hat. Jack frowned confused once more and put it on his head "y-you're not angry?" You asked "I was worried you'd be angry with me and we would go back to fighting and you'd call me a bitch…"

"Never" Jack rushed in "I'll never call you that ever again, I'm so sorry I ever did that to you, I've already explained you sugar that when I came back into your lives I knew you hated me and I tried hating you too so it would be less painful than loving you and feeling your rejection and your disgust, so I screwed up with you once more but I ain't never doing that, I love you" he blurted it out all at once and saw as your eyes softened, his hands went from your hips to the side of your face, holding it gently as the distance between the two of you was practically nonexistent.

"But I need to ask you… do you love him?"

His heart was beating so fast he could swear you were able to hear it too, but he needed an answer, you could tell by the look in his eyes he was anxious, sad even, at the slightest possibility of your love being dedicated to someone else.

You imitated his action and placed your hands on the side of his face, holding his head in place so he would look into your eyes and see you were being brutally honest "no, of course not, Jack. I've never loved Frankie… I liked him because he was nice and fun and in a way he sort of reminded me of you, but I could never love him…"

The cowboy felt a wave of relief pouring through his veins at your reassurance, you didn't love that guy, and he wanted to make sure he'd play his cards right so he could be worthy of your love.

"Sugar, listen to me… I don't want you to be around Frankie anymore, you and Wyatt, got it? He's a bad man, I know it because I had the Statesman's interns to run a background check on him and I found out some shitty things he's done… he's coming tomorrow ain't he? Well, I can talk to him about it if you want, you don't have to worry and I ain't making a scene, I just want to protect you and our son, I can't lose another family to some coke head freak…" his voice cracked a little and you widened your eyes at the new information.

"What? What did he do?" You felt a spike of anxiety in your chest. Jack said cock head, as in cocaine? Was Frankie dealing with drugs? He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would do that, but then, what did you truly know about him? That was bad… You teared up, feeling tricked and vulnerable at that moment, how could you let a man involved with that kind of thing into your life? Were you so desperate to get rid of Jack you decided the first guy who gave you the brown puppy eyes which desperately reminded you of your cowboy was good enough?

"Don't worry about that sugar, I'll handle things for you, tomorrow's our son's big day and you know I ain't doing anything to ruin it, he'll come, his kid will play like any other kid, they'll have cake and then I'll tell him to fuck off…"

Jack's plan was perfect if it weren't for the fact you were feeling just so stupid for being tricked like that, you just sobbed and looked up at him "I didn't know, I swear I didn't know, Jack…" you didn't mean it only for yourself and Wyatt, but you also knew what it represented to Whiskey having someone he cared about involved with drugs at any level. He softened up, seeing how hurt you were and though he was the one who hadn't deceived you, he regretted letting it slip, thinking he should've just quietly told Frankie to get lost without bringing you into it.

"It's not your fault sugar, he lied to you, there was no way you could've known" he assured you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you closer, helping you under the blankets so you would lie down and try to relax, when you simply didn't let go of him, asking your cowboy to stay, which he happily obliged to. Diving under your blankets and taking his stetson off, he pulled you to his chest, placing a chaste kiss to your head and rubbing your back, making sure you wouldn't take long to fall asleep.

The next morning you felt someone stirring in bed beside you, as you slowly woke up from your slumber. You had slept so peacefully next to you cowboy, like you hadn't in years, not since you'd broken up. He just had a way of holding you and making you feel safe, warm and loved, a way to make you feel things were right by his side, but that person stirring wasn't Jack, you could tell it was someone smaller and the moment the little arms wrapped around your neck, you smiled, knowing it was your son being too impatient to let you sleep. You opened your eyes and watched his adorable, smiley face

"Mowning mommy!" He said happily and tilted his head adorably, "dada is making bweakfast and asked me to snuggle you" he giggled and buried his face in your neck, snuggling closer at the same time you wrapped your arms around his small frame, inhaling his sweet scent. You felt so good, so complete, knowing your son was happy and safe in your arms while the man you loved cooked breakfast for your family, as you two were really taking seriously the vows of trying once more. Nothing mattered to you outside that ranch because you had your family with you. No matter if your own mother was a bitch to the point of hurting your son's feelings just to get back at you to try to blame you for poor taste in men, or if Frankie lied to you and hid the fact he was a fucking coke head, it didn't matter; you were snuggling your son, while your cowboy was coming upstairs in a matter of time and you would spend the best weekend of your lives together.

You pulled Wyatt even closer and fell asleep right there, listening to your son's heartbeats and having a feeling everything would be alright.

•••

Once you woke up to Wyatt jumping on the bed again you knew it was time to get up, you could hear noises, chatting, loud voices outside and running to the window you saw the team Jack hired putting everything up for Wyatt's party. Tables, chairs, inflatable castles, slides, trampoline, you name it, Jack Daniels got it. You knew you could never afford such a party on your own, but instead of feeling bad about it, you smiled, knowing you did the best you could for your son under the conditions you had, but now his dad was in the picture and sparing no money to make your son happy, he followed you to the window, his littles eyes widened and excitement rushed through his body

"Mommy can I play?" He begged with sweet eyes and Jack chuckled the moment he walked into the room, looking at his family and joined you two by the window. He lifted Wyatt up making him giggle and pecked your forehead gently

"You can, but first you and mommy need to have breakfast, then you can play until it's time for the party, but you can't bring Silver Star into the inflatables, okay?" He told his son in a serious voice, though he tried hiding the amusement at Wyatt's cute pout.

Breakfast was good but fast, and soon enough Wyatt was playing all over the toys, stopping only when you called him to get ready. You were ready to take him inside and help him get ready, but Jack assured you he would be in charge of getting your son ready for the party, and asked you to doll up real nice for him, which made you blush and giggle once more.

You went over the clothes you'd brought and picked the dressed you'd planned on wearing but the knee high boots you also had packed caught your attention, chuckling and imagining your cowboy's reaction once he spotted them, you didn't even know why you decided to bring them, it was not the kind of shoes you often wore, perhaps only during winter days, but you still remembered buying the pair when you were still engaged to the cowboy, as you used to horseback ride a lot back then and the clerk assured you they were very comfortable for that kind of activity, though you knew the kind of riding with those boots you had in mind, was a bit different now. You also felt a sting of guilt when you thought about Frankie and all the shit that would probably go down once you two met, you didn't like the idea of cheating on someone, it wasn't right and you were convinced you would never cheat during your life, but there he came, senior agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels and turned your life upside down. On the other hand, were you and Frankie even together for real? Sure you and him were a thing for the first few weeks of being together, when you were going on dates and sleeping together here and there, but then he suddenly got too busy with work at the same time you began spending longer with Jack and Wyatt and experiencing what having a family was like for real, and you simply felt you preferred that over any dinner date followed by some vanilla sex with a guy you met on Tinder. Yes, Frankie was nice and handsome, but he just wasn't Jack, and you wished you had been honest with yourself to admit that instead of playing with him. However, you did know Frankie had a complicated relationship with his ex, just as you and Jack did while sharing a son, Frankie and his ex-wife shared a daughter and that indefinite status. Sometimes you were sure he still loved her, and sometimes you thought he was over her; perhaps, just like you, he'd been with you to forget someone else, that would mean he used you exactly the same way you used him, and that brought some comfort to your heart. Besides all that, once you calmed down enough to rationalize, you went over with your conversation with Frankie and saw he had randomly sent you a dick picture, he didn't try any attempt of conversation, no good night messages, or asking you how you were doing, so he either tried sending someone else the picture and ended up sending it to you by mistake, or he was just straight up horny and in hopes of jerking off with your help. It didn't matter, either option didn't cause you any reaction other than wanting to finish things as soon as possible, because your cowboy had earned his third strike into your heart and you were more than ready to break the cowboy hat rule for the last time and ride your cowboy guilt-free. Frankie completely slipped off your mind as soon as you walked downstairs and watched as your son and his dad looked both handsome and adorable while wearing matching outfits: black pants, white shirt and leather jackets, not to mention the stetson that just had to go with the rest of the look. Having no clue where Jack found a leather jacket the size of your son, but appreciating the final result, seeing your son as a tiny little version of your cowboy, your heart fluttered, knowing that could be your everyday life with your beautiful family. Feeling proud of them you opened your arms to welcome Wyatt, who rushed into your embrace and snuggled you, barely containing his happiness and excitement of having such a fun day ahead of him.

"You look so pwetty mommy!" He said adorably, your son was definitely a little southern gentleman and you couldn't help but feel just a tiny little bit of angst in your heart to know the years would pass by so fast and soon enough he would be a charming teen just like his father was and the girls would definitely chase after him. You shook though thoughts away, not allowing yourself to suffer in anticipation at how fast time went by, your son was turning four, and he would be that adorable sweet kid for a good while and you really had hopes once he became a teenager he would still be the same sweet loveable boy he'd always been. Ever since you got pregnant, you dreaded the idea of that loving child you carried becoming a rude and distant teen, but you knew Jack Daniels had always been the sweetest young man to his mother and sister, so you hoped Wyatt would be just like his daddy.

"Daddy, mommy looks pwetty, wight?" He raised his little head towards his father with a sweet smile, snapping yourself from your anxious thoughts about the future. Why worry about things that would happen in decades when your lovely son was just there in your arms, overly excited about playing with his pony and jumping on the inflatables.

"Yeah… very pretty, mommy" Whiskey mumbled in a tone you knew very well, his breathing was heavy as he eye fucked you, hand on his waist, and towering over you, not sparing you any flirts since Wyatt rushed to Helen in the kitchen. He licked his lips softly taking a step closer and a realization that he had gone into his full Agent Whiskey mode sent a wave of heat down your core. Of course the fact Jack Daniels was flirty was an understatement, but you could tell the shift when he got into his Whiskey persona, you'd seen him in action, flirting and getting towards a target and the mere thought of being a target for him at that moment made you even more turned on. He had something feral about him acting up all Whiskey on you, and the way his heavy breathing just got closer as he watched you up and down, spread a blush through your cheeks.

"I know what you're doing Jack… you're going all Whiskey on me, it's not gonna work"

"Isn't it? If I remember when we met I was agent Whiskey and though I had another target I couldn't get you out of my mind, sugar… you were so gorgeous, and all I wanted to do was to run my hands up and down your body" Jack's voice wasn't much more than a purr as he placed his hands on your waist, caressing your sides and pulling you closer "you just had… charisma if you know what I mean" he winked and smiled at how shy you got at his touch

"And now you simply walk down the stairs in a pretty little dress and sexy high knee boots and you don't want to get the Whiskey outta me? How am I supposed to earn your third strike if I can't even focus on what I'm doing because you're too goddamn hot, sugar?"

Jack leaned towards you, touching your lips with his own, you could feel his mustache tickling your lips and you placed your hand on his cheek, deepening the kiss. You couldn't explain what had gotten into you, but you couldn't resist that man any longer, if there weren't guests already spreading around the backyard you would sit on his lap and ride him right on his couch.

"Daddy!!! Mommy!!! Can we stawt my pawty?" Wyatt rushed back in, making you take a step away from Jack, trying to pull yourself together. You had a kid's birthday party to attend, not any kid, but your kid's birthday party and all you could think of was riding that devilish cowboy to exhaustion. You had no idea if you and Jack would ever be able to get back together in a definitive way, but you were sure as hell you would at least enjoy the time you were about to spend together.

"Before we go, there's something mommy needs, ain't that right, Wyatt?" He winked at your son who nodded excitedly and ran to the other couch, grabbing a black stetson and handing it to you. However, this one had rhinestones but it was beautiful nonetheless

"Hewe mommy, so you can be a cowgiwl and daddy and I awe cowboys!" You son said excitedly and clapped his hands as he saw you putting the hat on. You laughed softly as the three of you had cowboy hats on, looking like a real family as you walked into the party.

Jack hadn't really spared any money on the party, wanting Wyatt's dreams to come true in the best way he could, you were so thankful for that, but also a little anxious, as he had never had such a big party before, you were used to having a few relatives and friends over to eat some cake and that was it. Your son was mesmerized and it didn't take him long to run off to the toys and the presents, you didn't worry one bit, knowing you were all surrounded by family and friends, not to mention Helen who kept track of him, so happy to see that ranch coming to life, welcoming a party that hopefully was the symbol of a new start for Jack and you.

It also didn't take you long to recognize some familiar faces: Jack's relatives, besides your own, and also Statesman people, such as Champ, Tequila and Ginger. You ran to greet them all, glad to see them again after so long, not that you were awfully close, but they had all been nothing but nice and sweet to you, you figured the weight of working in such a massive organization like Statesman implied that their social interactions should be more tamed. Of course, Jack was always the exception, so warm and open to everyone, but that was just how your cowboy was. Still, there were quite a few dinner parties and brunches on Champ's ranch, and you spent a very good time surrounded by those people. Jack, being the gentleman he was, kept his hand on your back the entire time, showing the guests in an elegant way you were together. Once you walked through the Statesman people, Jack took you to meet someone. It was a young man, dressed in an impeccable suit, who turned around and extended his hand and offered you a smile, he was accompanied by a young woman, extremely beautiful, the two of them wearing matching golden bands, you smiled at them, seeing Jack stepping closer

"This is Eggsy, from the Kingsman… he uh… he pulled me back" the cowboy said with a hint of embarrassment but you felt your heart warming at the information, wrapping your arms around the young man and pulling him for a quick hug

"Thank you Eggsy! From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for saving my cowboy… my son and I really appreciate it" the agent smiled at you and Jack made some small talk when a voice interrupted your conversation.

"Y/N?! I can't fucking believe this" Frankie interrupted, walking towards you at the same time Eggsy and his wife excused themselves and walked away. You turned around, feeling yourself tensing up at the sight of the man and swallowed

"Frankie I-"

"Don't Frankie I bullshit me, you are back together with him?! That guy? Did you hit your head and got memory loss? He dumped you, he told you to abort your son!!!! He didn't want you nor Wyatt, and now you're back together? Is this why you haven't even replied to my texts?"

You didn't even know what to say, Frankie had a point, but he didn't understand your connection with Jack, you were so frustrated that you couldn't get over your feelings for him, it was an internal battle you've had for so long and you were tired of trying to rationalize, everything would've been easier if Jack hadn't hurt you, but he did it and no one could change the past, but at the same time he was redeeming himself and he had showed you he was willing to do whatever it took him for forgiveness, so no, even if you had told Frankie about what Jack had done, he had no right of bringing it up, just as you wouldn't have any right of bringing it up whatever reason he was taken to divorce his wife.

"Keep it down, you're in my house and it's a child's birthday party, we can all talk in my office" Jack interrupted him and tightened the grip around your waist, showing you he had your back and he would support you no matter what. Frankie grunted but nodded, shooting a quick look at his daughter who stood in line to play in one of the inflatables and blew her a kiss, before following you and Jack into the house.

As soon as the cowboy closed the door to his office so no one could bother the three of you, Frankie sat heavily in the armchair and stated at you

"So, he's your guard dog now?" He raised his eyebrow and you shook your head, taking the seat next to his and sighed

"Frankie, please…. Listen, I don't want to make a big deal out of things, but we both know our relationship was more physical than anything, right? And you are a nice guy, I like you, but you know I've always loved someone else" you lowered your head at the same time Jack watched you with surprise, being the first time in years he had heard you admit your feelings for him "we can't be together, Frankie, because I decided to give my family another chance, my son and I deserve it, and Jack deserves it too…"

"Bullshit, Y/N! Fucking bullshit! He's a damn sociopath, he didn't even flinch before kicking you out pregnant, it is all fun and games until you show up pregnant again, then he'll do the same! Can't you see that?"

At Frankie's angry words, Jack reacted badly, feeling offended at the assumptions that guy made. Yes, he knew he couldn't actually be seen as trustworthy, but if someone should feel that way, that person was you, and not some random guy. Ye had no right to say that, so the cowboy immediately stood up and walked to Frankie, pointing a finger at him

"Everyone knows what I did, and I regret it every single day of my life, and I will probably continue doing so until the day I die, it's my burden, to carry this guilt, this shame, to know I will never be trusted but I am doing my best and I will honor my woman and my son for as long as I breathe!" Whiskey groaned, feeling such a rage in his blood, raising his voice and clenching his fist.

He walked to his desk and grabbed a file with the Statesman logo and threw it on Frankie's lap.

"That's for you, so you can see you ain't as perfect as you think you are, you filthy mercenary coke head. You can judge me as much as you can because I've been a monster, I don't deny it, but I'm trying, god knows I am, but I earn honest living for myself and my family, I don't kill and smuggle, like you do, so you gotta wash your filthy mouth before you talk to my sugar like that" he sighed and placed his hands on his waist "I don't want a big fight, it's my son's birthday and the attention should be on him and him only, you're a father so I trust you understand that, all I'm trying to say is that my family gave me a new chance and I ain't ever losing them, so enjoy the party, let your kid run and play, have cake, I don't care, just leave my sugar alone, because she's mine…"

Frankie didn't seem happy at all, but he grabbed his file and stood up, walking outside not wanting to even be in the same room as you and Jack.

You didn't know exactly how you felt, you were so sure you loved Jack, but you didn't like conflicts, let alone conflicts like that. Perhaps things could've gone in a better way, but on the other hand, it was a relief to know you - and mostly your cowboy - had handled things as fast as possible, that way you didn't have to feel guilty about whatever was about to happen after the party. You followed Jack outside, Frankie looked angry and looked for his daughter at the same time you and your cowboy stepped outside.

"OUCH!!!' Wyatt's scream was enough to draw both yours and Whiskey's attention, rushing to your son as fast as you could, seeing how he gripped his arms and cried

"She bit me, mommy!!!" He screamed and ran towards you, hiding his face as he pointed at the little girl who stuck her tongue at him. Frankie scratched the back of his head, visibly embarrassed as he cleared his throat and lowered himself "Mel… you can't bite other kids, apologize to Wyatt right now" he said in a firm voice but she shook her head

"No!!!! I want the pony daddy and he didn't want to give me his pony!" She whined and began crying and Jack felt so angry at the realization Frankie's daughter had bitten his son. He knew it was a kids thing but he couldn't help being protective and angry at the fact that the girl had hurt his son.

Jack hugged Wyatt and rubbed his back "it's okay cowboy, let daddy see it" he extended Wyatt's arm carefully and saw the bite mark, where her teeth had been. His skin was red and he dried his eyes, sniffing sadly.

You sighed and stared at the girl, who stuck her tongue out at you and Frankie felt another wave of embarrassment at the awkward situation.

"Silvew Staw is mine" Wyatt told her and you closed your eyes, lifting him up "come on baby, let's get your pony and take a walk" you said feeling pissed off at that girl. Yes, she was a child, a toddler actually, but so was your son and he never hurt another kid.

Whiskey looked at Frankie and then back at his daughter and shook his head, walking away and following you and Wyatt.

•••

You and Jack sat under the willow tree, his back resting against it as his arms wrapped around your waist. Wyatt played happily with Silver Star, even if his party was going on, he preferred that calm moment of joy with his family. Jack knew the guests would be entertained enough by themselves for a while as long as the catering people he hired had the food and drink coming. He smiled as he looked around, he hadn't been under the willow trees ever since you'd left his life, knowing how much you enjoyed that place, it was always a reminder of your presence in his life. The walking distance from the house to the trees was the path you very often took with Silver Pony or any other horse Jack assigned when he wanted to give you horseback riding lessons, and for you was also a constant reminder of your previous life with Jack.

"I still don't know why you like this place so much, sugar…" he finally said without mentioning Frankie, the breakup or the incident with Frankie's daughter. He felt like there would be a time you two could address it, but at that moment, all he wanted was to keep you in his arms.

"Well, I don't know… I've always liked these trees, they are so pretty and when we were engaged, I always daydreamed of getting married here, under them…" you blushed softly

"Then let's do it, sugar… get your pretty dress, pick the decoration and well get married as soon as possible, you can be Mrs.Daniels by the end of the week" Jack's eyes sparkled at the thought of making you his wife officially, he would love to have his ranch full of people to watch you and him tie the knot, he was sure Wyatt would be the happiest to walk his mommy down the aisle like the little gentleman he was and finally be a real family once for all.

You on the other hand, just chuckled at his eagerness and shook your head "that'd be great Jack, but no, we can't do this… not now at least…" the disappointed eyes your cowboy had given you were enough for you to place your hand on his cheek, leaning in and pecking his lips gently. He wrapped his hands around your waist again, wanting to keep you closer

"If you like these trees so much, we could name our next baby Willow…" he suggested out of nowhere, which made you tense up. You didn't know why he would bring that up, you had absolutely no plans of ever getting pregnant again, let alone with Jack's baby. You decided to give him a chance and let him apologize, but you were definitely not going to make the same mistake again. You got off his lap and looked around, licking your lips and feeling disturbed

"I won't… we won't have any more kids, Jack, and I don't even like this name anyway" that was all you managed to say before going to Wyatt and holding his small hand

"Come on my love, let's head back, it's time to cut the cake…"

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A/N: I don't know besties... These two tire me out sometimes, they are just so stubborn I don't know what to do... I hope you enjoyed it 🤌

[makemeactup]

Ted!George Harrison x Reader - Cigarettes

Summary: George hasn't found the courage to approach you, up until a bully takes your cigarettes and he steps in to help.

A/N: My first time writing for George, please be nice!

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George had spotted you almost immediately, the first day you arrived at his usual Ted hangout spot. He saw you chatting away with a guy in his class, your shoulders draped in leather and cigarette loose between your lips. He'd realised, then, that you were the first proper Judie he'd actually seen.

He didn't go up to you at first, opting to watch you from the crumbling wall he'd taken as his perch; your eyes would meet his some days between the small gathering of bodies. A nameless, faceless ocean when he would spot you. Your smile was bright and warm, and yet your words, or what he'd overheard, were brash and strong.

Over the weeks, George had tried to muster the courage to talk to you. Really, he did. But each time he'd be collared by his mate or you'd disappear. Or he'd see, and hear, your classmate Daniel pick on you and he'd grow cold feet. You seemed to be able to hold your own anyway, you didn't need him to save you.

Or, rather, that was his rationale for chickening out.

But one day, it was just the two of you at that spot. Everyone else was gone, something about a fight or a new hangout location to loiter about in. He didn't know, nor did he care. He'd taken to his usual spot at the wall, watching you as you checked your watch and glanced his way every so often.

He watched intently as you took your cigarette pack out of your jacket pocket, and before you could so much as pop the lid open, it was snatched by a quick hand. Stood in front of you was Daniel, and George couldn't help but stare with slanted brows and to eavesdrop.

"Give 'em back!" You ordered, but your voice held no power. You jumped for the cigarettes, damn near in a panic.

It was your last pack, and you couldn't afford a new one yet. Not for a little while. So you were saving them, smoking sparingly to string them along. And now Daniel, in his infinite wisdom and desire to crush the weird girl down, had taken them with the threat of tossing them into the river Mersey.

"Nah," Daniel replied, dangling them over your head. "I don't think I will."

"Daniel, I swear to God!" You were yelling now, frustration thick in your voice and red on your face.

It broke George's heart to hear you like that. But, more importantly, it made his brows furrow and lips even into a straight line.

"I'll-!" You tried again, cut off by Daniel's laughter.

"—you'll what?"

"Give her the fags back," George's voice abruptly spoke from directly behind you. In the commotion, you hadn't heard him approach.

For a moment, Daniel's façade faltered. He hadn't been quite as threatened by a Teddy Girl as he was with George. In his own right, that stern look on his face and collar popped, George did look like the exact dictionary article of a Ted.

You didn't know George personally, but you certainly had watched him enough to know that this wasn't him. It was an out of character moment that excited you to witness.

"What?" Was all Daniel offered, confused and caught off guard.

"Stop bein' a dick. Give her her fags back."

"Fuck off, lad."

"Fuck right off, lad!" George seemed surprised by his own outburst, the volume making you spin on your heels and Daniel to lean away. George leered, oozing a sort of vibe that someone like Daniel didn't want to mix with. "I'm not tellin' you twice."

After a long, tense set of eye contact and hesitation, Daniel shoved the pack of cigarettes into your chest. Clearly, the Teddy Boy reputation preceded George far more than his own personal one. And for that, he was very happy.

Watching Daniel walk away and throw one last glance over his shoulder, George released a breath he didn't know he was holding. His eyes cast down to yours, and suddenly the courage and brave face he'd had moments ago was gone.

"Thank you," You finally spoke after allowing yourself a chance to admire his features. When he seemed a tad dumbstruck, you continued with an urging smile: "You're George, aren't you?"

You knew his name?

His brows furrowed, but this time in confusion as opposed to anger. He looked at your hand as you offered it his way, as if he'd never seen the gesture before.

"Uh, yeah. That's me," He mentally facepalmed when the words left his mouth. His larger hand found your smaller onel, your firm grip prompting him to tighten around your palm.

"(Y/N)," You introduced, finding the way that his lips etched into a smile that crinkled the edges of his eyes endearing. "I was wondering when we'd meet."

"You were?" George's cheeks grew hot, but he acted as nonchalant as he could muster.

When you nodded, George swore his stomach flipped. Then he watched as you noticed that your hands were still clasped together; your cheeks flushed, eyes widened, and your lips parted as you both quickly drew your arms back to your sides.

A silence settled, one both uncomfortable and soothing all at the same time. Your gaze was dancing everywhere but at him, on occasion connecting with his own falsely occupied observations, until he cleared his throat and threw a thumb over his shoulder.

George dared a smile, genuine and more him than the earlier anger was. He was bright now, welcoming. "Do you want t' get a drink with me?"

[neuroprincess]

I would love it if you can write some elle greenaway praise kink smut <33

Hi sweet anon, hope you enjoy it <33

My Good Girl - Elle Greenaway/Female Reader

Captain!Elle Greenaway/Detective!Female Reader

Summary: Your boss has an unknown effect on you since the first moment, but when Elle praises you, you could get down on knees for her. But you never imagined that your most impure dreams one day would come true.

Classification: +18, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, fingering, oral sex, mild overstimulation, dirty talk, praise kink, soft!dom!Elle

Word count: +3200

Unrevised

Tall, defined mouth, flawless hair and big brown eyes, which are glazed across the lobby as she watches the interaction between her co-workers and the new addition, in this case you. The brunette raises an eyebrow and smiles, it's not every day that the precinct admits rookies, having a great team of veterans and mostly composed of men among them many with your age in years of career, it was a total surprise to see such young woman there, with an obvious face of someone who just started. You stared at her and could feel your ears burning, and swear you were red, so you turned the face away not wanting her to notice that you were blushing with just a quick exchange of glances. The conversation keeps going on and, no matter how hard you try, you can't concentrate on what they are talking about, you still feel her gaze on you. One of the younger detectives enters the hall carrying with him a handcuffed man, his build is strong and tall next to the also rookie, admitted only a few weeks before. The criminal knows this and uses this advantage when the second detective leaves his partner alone, elbowing him directly in the nose, knocking the boy to the ground instantly. Everything happens too fast, the man tries to run towards the door, managing to knock down two more people, you are in the way and before he can do anything is already on the floor. You hit him with one punch, sharp and strong enough to stun the guy. The detectives in charge of the arrest gather him up, the rookie still trying to control the nosebleed. They are both mortified and surprised, then thank you, and the place explodes in applause from co-workers. So sure you are blushing like a tomato. 

"Good job, rookie." one of the older men compliments raising his coffee cup as if toasting.   

The other men agree and stare, one winks and opens a big smile that wants to show more than just sympathy or possible pride. You just ignore him, but smile at the rest of them, not knowing exactly how to react. It was a reflex, instinctive, something you learned in self-defense classes and never thought to have to use on the first day of work.  

A minute later everyone is dispersed working on their respective cases, except him. Daniel, as he introduced himself, continued talking to you, gradually getting closer, almost invading your personal space without realizing it, with the possibility that he was just ignoring your visible discomfort.  

"Get out!" the woman on the other side suddenly appears beside you, soon he moves out of her field of vision, seeming to accede to her "He can be very... pushy."  

"And unpleasant."  

"I'm Elle Greenaway."  

"The Captain? My boss?" you get more nervous than you were around her already, her fame haunts and intimidates anyone, one of the few people selected for the legendary BAU when she was just a detective, sure, there are rumors about her leaving and how she went back to work on something more... civilian, but you don't care. She's the fucking Elle Greenaway "I'm sorry... I...Well, I'm Y/N Y/L/N."  

"So, Y/L/N, you did a great job. You know, it's hard to see such young and skilled detectives, seems I got right to ask you with us." Elle blinks, a mischievous smile opens as she realizes you blush again, more than that, a heat hits you hard, tingling sensation and sweat in the palms of the hands "Welcome to the team, darling." she extends a hand and the only thing you can focus on is the word she used.  

"Thank you, Captain." you shake her hand quickly, you could swear it was even too quick "It's nice to meet you!"  

"I say the same! Just call me Elle."  

"Right, Cap- Elle." 

And that's how it all started. Every time the woman compliments or says something positive about you it's like the world is rotating slower, that feeling taking over again, getting worse and worse. Two days later the first case came up, there were many obstacles and a twist when your clinical eye didn't let a detail go unnoticed, this detail changed the course of the case, what matters is the case was completed in almost record time and the right way. Minutes before the shift ended she called you into her office, which terrified you a little since your intervention was on top of her theory, but Elle smiles and praises you again, this time on how perceptive and courageous you were to stand against her word. You thanked her and walked away, not wanting to let her see you blush again, that heat took over again, more intense and aflame, so when you got home and entered the shower, you realized what that means. Her words resounded like a voice over the shoulder, suggestive, sexy, and each praise blurred your mind to the point that you barely realized you were putting a hand between the legs, masturbating thinking about Elle Greenaway. For this reason you barely face her for a week, just can't when sinful thoughts come over you.  

"We're really lucky to have you here." she comments on a wednesday morning, approaching you at the coffee pot in the kitchen, cup in hand as she stares at you like an eagle "Besides being skilled, brave and observant you also have good taste? You look really great in this sweater."  

"Really?" you ask surprised that someone has noticed your newly purchased outfit "Oh, thank you so much! It was on sale."  

"When you wear looks like it cost over a thousand dollars, darling." Elle winks and walks out of the kitchen, oblivious about what she had just said.  

"Shit!"   

Controlling yourself can be kind of hard after your beautiful and powerful boss praises you like that, your hand tingles, a wave goes through the body and you squeeze the thighs together feeling the arousal take over... again, a wet spot forming on panties. You are sure and ashamed of it, but you have to pull yourself together as soon as a co-worker walks into the kitchen, confused to find you practically writhing near the table. 

The next day she praises the way you styled hair, followed by how delicate and thoughtful you are with the victims, your earrings, eyes, technique, your brownies when you bring that to work. On this day she also asks you to teach her how to bake/cook, revealing that she survives on frozen food and the pizza delivery guy that is already her friend from how much they see each other. This is the reason you are standing in the middle of her kitchen with a pot in hand and trying not to look directly at her. Feeling extremely shy, after weeks of being praised you can barely describe all that you feel every time she praises you, but you can describe how amazing it feels to enjoy at the end of the day with the simple memory of these praises.  

"Wine?" Elle offers taking two glasses from the cabinet.  

 "Yes, please."  

"Here, darling." she hands you the glass after pouring.  

The brunette steps behind you, slender fingers rubbing across your body as she walks over to the other side to grab something from the fridge. You shudder audibly, an involuntary moan escaping between the lips and legs instantly weakening. She stops in place, her hand in the same place it stopped, waist, and you feel her warm breath against the neck.  

"New perfume? You smell wonderfully good." she whispers, lips close to exposed skin.  

"Yes..." is all you can answer between a sobbing sigh, legs coming together as a twinge hits you in the belly, pure arousal coursing through body at the mere words. The whole wine is drunk at once "Thank you..."  

"You really liked the wine, I knew you had a good palate." the woman smiles and puts her other hand on your waist, holding you gently, sending shivers down the spine "Or you like me."  

"Captain..."  

"You know you can call me Elle." she whispers rubbing her fingertips across around, you almost pass out feeling her toned body and soft breasts against your back.  

"Elle..." it's strange to call her like that in this situation. Your cheeks become even more flushed, there is no doubt that arousal has gotten the best of you, because all you can concentrate on is how wet your panties are and so you miss the rest of the sentence, a second time "I..." 

"It's okay, babe. I know." she smiles against the exposed skin of your neck and leaves a soft kiss, a smile on her lips as she hears the pot pop out against the countertop, your hands clenching the surface "No need to be nervous, you're with me." her fingers run from your waist to forearms, the tip tickling and making you flinch, an involuntary moan slipping through trembling lips "Turn around!" the brunette commands and so you do "Good girl! Of course you are, you're my good girl." 

"Yes, I am." all that feeling becomes numbness, as if your body is in some kind of ecstasy or one of your recurring dreams, only more realistic, much more "Elle, am I dreaming? Or where are the cameras? Is it a prank?" of course, insecurity had to kick in.  

"Darling, it's not a dream and neither is a prank." she moves even closer, faces inches apart, and raises her arms to caress your cheeks, those two chocolate spheres showing all the sincerity aside from mutual desire "And I can prove it."   

You feel the softness of her lips as it touches yours, soft and slow, almost delicate. Her hands grip the waist pulling you in and your bodies are closer than they have ever been before, there is no distance at all, fingers squeeze the skin and after the initial shock you take both arms to land on the woman's shoulders. It's synchronized, tender and full of passion, you move naturally, her tongue entering your mouth. Both of you moan, melting into each other's arms. Strong hands wander from waist to behind your thighs lifting you onto the countertop, placing herself between legs as she caresses your edges and then squeezes when finishing the kiss.  

 "I'll take care of you, you just need to be obedient and please me. Will you do that, darling?" you nod positively, eagerly, pleasing her is something you love to do in every way "Words, princess."  

"Yes, I will."  

"Perfect, I knew you would be, after all, you are my good girl." 

She smiles and kisses you again, this time it's hungry, desire expressed in every touch and movement, your legs going wobbly in seconds, tongue exploring your mouth with ferocity. Skillful fingers wrap themselves around the fabric of your social blouse, pulling without patience and with enough force to open it, buttons flying everywhere. It was your favorite, but doesn't matter now. All that matters is the woman undressing you on the kitchen counter and the cause of all the spicy dreams that have taken your sleep away for weeks, also ruined several panties. This is another one ruined, completely soaked with your arousal and it makes Elle smile when she sees the pretty damage as she removes your pants, legs spread, center pulsing and completely exposed. A finger runs along the inside of your thigh, gathering the clear liquid and she brings it to her lips, eyes glazed on yours and sucks vigorously. It's too much for you to handle, the arms you use to keep yourself half seated on the countertop wobble, like you're about to pass out, and you almost fall against the cold marble.  

"Let's take that somewhere more... safe."  

You both laugh and she grabs you in her lap, strong hands squeezing your thighs to carry you from the kitchen to the bedroom, your legs wrapped around her waist. You can barely register the path, how the apartment looks, nor how long it takes, her lips are on yours the whole time and the next thing you know you're lying on a soft bed. The tall toned body above yours, your eyes are clouded with lust as you watch her shed her own clothes. Piece by piece, taking time to pull the blouse up over her arms, finally giving you a view of beautiful boobs covered by a black bra, is torture worth every second. It's impossible not to touch the defined lines of her belly, your finger running across the tanned skin, down to the ribs and then to the still covered boobs, being stopped in the path by her hand, entwining your fingers together. Elle kisses you again, both of you falling back against the mattress, her knee on your soaked center, rubbing slowly, it's another tease that makes you melt from the inside out.  

"Please... Elle, I want you." the words come out in a soft moan, you can't think of anything but this woman "Like hell."  

"I know." she whispers and rips off the only fabric that keeps you from touching her the way you want, the shredded panties are thrown into some corner of the room, soon the bra joins the mess "So beautiful, so smelly, so sweet, so mine." 

What you've imagined and dreamed about finally happens, the long and thin fingers slide through your folds, building up arousal at the tips, when it passes your clit your head falls back in pure excitement, the knot of sexual tension undoing itself in a millisecond. Uselessly you try to hold back the moan when she finally enters you, two fingers sinking into your intimacy easily, it's slow and gentle. As if you are made of glass, the most precious thing her hands have ever touched. Your lips part and she smiles, analyzing every feature, any expressions or reactions she pulls out of you as she begins to move. The pace is slow but precise, her palm caresses the bundle of nerves with each thrust, soft lips leave gentle kisses down your neck, occasionally sucking on exposed skin, enough to leave hickeys. Marks of love that will be present for days or maybe weeks. Elle makes a trail reaching for your boobs, grabbing one between her lips and tongue circles the nipple, you could cum with just that if she didn't abandon moments before you reach the apex and turn to face you.  

"I've been waiting for this since I saw you for the first time." the brunette whispers in your ear and kisses the cheek affectionately, only to give a hard thrust that makes you jump on the bed, an interesting contrast "You're just amazing, warm, responsive, beautiful, smelling, fucking sweet." you try to restrain yourself with each praise, body burning inside and out "And hot, accepting me so fucking well."  

Her fingers curl up reaching that sensitive spot that makes you shiver all over, a long sigh precedes several moans she causes while she does it a few more times, alternating between thrusts that get faster and faster, stronger and deeper. What started out in a slow and gentle pace becomes more constant and frantic, sloppy movements that make you clench the sheets until your fingertips turn white, an attempt to handle all the pleasure she gives you. Elle's lips caress and kiss the length of your neck, breasts and belly to reach hips, where her free hand already squeezes possessively, bruises sure to be present the next day. Soon the skillful tongue joins in, it's your doom, there's no turning back after that and almost immediately an orgasm runs through your body overwhelmingly. Your scream is cut off by a twinge of pleasure with a hint of pain, the sensitive clitoris feels like it's on fire, your walls tighten around her, as the woman continues to fuck you during the orgasm, trying to get a second one out of you in a row. 

"Come on, babe. I know you can do it, give me one more, be my perfect girl and hold on." she whispers in encouragement, piercing brown eyes staring at you sweetly before returning to between your legs  

"Fuck." you let out in a sob as you feel her tongue caress your bundle of nerves again, this time it's slow and teasing of course, Elle wants you to feel every touch, caress and glimpse of pleasure she is giving you, wants to make you cum like no one has ever done before "OHHHH ELLE!" and so you cum again, the intensity of two sensations running through every part of your being, leaving a completely clouded mind falling completely into the moment, enjoying every second.  

"See, I knew you would make it, you did, darling. God, I have perfection in my arms." the brunette speaks in a low and sly voice, crawling on top of your body, kissing you softly "Are you okay? Do you feel any pain? Want some water before we continue?"  

"Continue? Goodness, I really believe I'm dreaming." is all you can think of as you stare at her, every detail of her face carved into a gentle and loving expression, totally directed at you, just "Captain, am I having another spicy dream? But very, very, realistic?" and in an attempt to prove whether or not it's real you pinch your own arm, jumping on the bed in pain, drawing a genuine laugh from the other woman.  

"It's not a dream, I confess I'm not surprised to hear about your dreams. That explains why you blush every time we get close to each other, wait, do you do anything about it?" the question is practically rhetorical, anyway, your blushing face answers everything, trying to look away "Awn, you don't have to look like that, darling. I did the same thing. In my defense, how could I not with someone like you around me every day?" she winks and caresses your face, kissing you again.  

 You barely have time to register the information or fully get over the last orgasm, gentle hands are on you again, stroking your hips softly, moving down to thighs, instinctively your legs wrap around her hips and taking advantage of the movement you use body strength to reverse positions. Now she's under you. Both of you smiling mischievously. For a moment you think you can top her, only to find you are totally wrong, strong arms circling your waist pulling you closer to her, sweaty bodies pressed against each other, skin to skin. 

"Cute, thinking you'll get over me so easily, you have to earn it..." she murmurs bringing your lips together again, tongues moving slowly and it's delicate, she slides her hand between your legs, massaging gently as she slips her lips down your collarbone, then looks up at you with eyes shining in desire and affection "But today I'm in control and it's all about you."  

"Elle..." her name comes out in a sobbing moan as you feel her fingers increase the pace on your clit, irregular movements pressing masterfully, you hold onto her and nails run down the length of her muscled back, she moans between pain and pleasure, but not caring about the scratches that will form.  

"Oh my good girl, just so perfect." she growls arching her hips and your lips meet in a fierce kiss, your hand reaches for brown hair, pulling her even closer deepening the touch, tongues entwined and ravenous moans "And only mine." 

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[adventuringblind]

I See Your Beauty

Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!reader

Genre: a little angst mixed with fluff and comfort

Summary: the youngest Verstappen is forced to do life without her vision. Thinking she might not be able fully experience her life due to the remarks of her father, she concedes that finding love is unlikely. Until she runs into Charles who helps her believe she doesn’t need her eyesight to be loved.

Warnings: Jos is his own warning now. Talks of disability and reader having an accident. Talks and depictions of verbal and physical abuse.

Request: nope this is self-indulgent. However, I am taking requests for Max, Charles, Lando, Oscar, and Daniel.

Notes: written in third person. Also, this fic deals with disabilities, particularly blindness. I myself am blind though I still have some vision left, which is mainly what I’m basing this off of. Please remember that blindness is a spectrum like many other disabilities. It is defined really by a loss of vision that can’t be corrected. I’m open to answering questions about it if y’all have any. My inbox and asks are always open :)

Masterlist

The youngest of the Verstappen’s very close with her brother, Max. The two are barely a year apart so it makes sense. Though they get in each others nerves often as well. Victoria doing her best as the oldest to settle arguments between the two.

Jos decided that two children in racing gives him better odd then just one. Electing to have both start karting at an early age.

They liked racing together. Getting used to being each others rocks when their father was harsher then necessary. It became routine for the two to defend each other.

Then everything changed.

The two were moving up through the ranks. Competing harder then ever to make your dad proud.

The accident wasn’t her fault. A consequence of her father from trying to build a faster car and not having test run it.

The engine exploded during the race. Every one of her senses ranged useless as she tried to react.

Ears ringing.

Smoke from the fire burning in her nose.

Blood from whatever hitting her knocking her teeth into her lip.

Heat nipping at her skin.

Lack of sight making her steering erratic.

Max had immediately rushed to aid his sister. Their father only staring in disappointment. He became resentful of his father that day.

The ambulance arrived and took you away. Max begged to go with but Jos ignored his request, telling him he needed help cleaning up his youngest daughter mess.

After hours the finally arrived back home. The other two Verstappen’s confused why the youngest was nowhere to be found. Max finally broke down in tears, much to his father dislike, and clutched Victoria for comfort. Telling her everything that had happened.

While three of them went to the hospital to find you, the fourth sat wallowing in disgrace at the display from his children today. He couldn’t admit he’d made a mistake. One that might have cost him a child.

Meanwhile the youngest was out of surgery. Continually crying for her family. The nurses had tried to reach her father who had given the medics his cell number, but they had yet to hear from him.

When her family arrived she tried her best to make out their faces. The sparks from the engine had been so bright that they burned her retinas. The combination of the fire doing permanent damage. The impact of the engine had knocked her helmet almost all the way off and she instinctively pushed it away to try and see again. The protection of the visor gone.

The three siblings cuddled together in her hospital bed. The youngest not fully comprehending why she couldn’t see. The lights were too bright. She was squinting to make out the small details.

Things didn’t improve after that. Jos became angry towards her. Constantly reminding the girl of what happened, what she did wrong, and how if she hadn’t messed up she might have been successful.

Regardless, she listened to him berate her at everyone of Max’s races. He stopped commenting about Max when she was within earshot. Mostly because she told him off every time he insulted her brother. Jos already deemed her the disappointment of the family, standing up for Max couldn’t possibly make things worse.

Max had also gotten more protective of his sister. Having been the one to pull her away from the wreckage and cleaning up the damage made him realize he didn’t want you to get hurt again.

He made it to every doctors appointment he could. He attended as much physical therapy as you would let him. He even put on a blind fold so he could understand a bit better. He helped her learn cane skills and how to guide you himself. All in an effort to help his sister feel less alone.

He was aware she still had some eyesight lift. Mostly cloudy and bright patches dotted her eyes making it difficult to make out where things are and any specific details. She liked seeing what she could of her siblings faces though.

Max determined he was going to bring you to every race with him. The Verstappen losing all ability to drive now making things harder for her and she didn’t want to stay with her father.

Victoria had a room for her in her house and let her stay when she needed. Max always made sure there was a room for her if she wanted to travel with him. She loved how willing her sibling were to help her out. However, it left her feeling useless and vulnerable at times.

Eventually, Max helped get her a job with Redbull as a strategist. She enjoyed playing with the different data. Listening became a more essential job then seeing.

Race days were spent in the garage unnoticed in the back. Hopefully out of view of the cameras and away from her father. They saw each other often, much to her dismay. He always had something to say to her when Max wasn’t around.

It was during her downtime that she met Charles.

~

Deciding her cane was unnecessary since she knew her way around the paddock and the ground is relatively flat, she went to hunt down her brother.

Neither party was paying attention leading to them running straight into each other. She could vaguely make out the Ferrari red race suit standing in front of her. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” Came the voice of Charles Leclerc. Though the two had never formally met, she had heard during interviews enough to know his voice.

“It’s alright, neither was I.” She smiled at the Monegasque. “Have you seen Max anywhere?”

He chuckles. “Unfortunately no. Are you his girlfriend?”

The question makes her laugh hysterically. “I’m his sister.” She can hear him sigh in relief at the clarification.

“That’s better at least because I wanted to say that you are very beautiful.” The playfulness in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed. Completely taking her off guard. Sure she’d gotten complements, but not often enough to make her used to them. The words of Jos not letting her believe them anyway. “Would it be alright if I give you my number?”

She lost all words in that moment. This had never happened before. “Sure-” she manages to stutter out before handing him her phone. The screen reading out things to her so she could get to her intended destination.

“I’ve never see a phone do that before.” Charles takes the phone from her and starts to put in his information.

She mentally face palms herself. Obviously he hasn’t realized she’s blind. “Actually I don’t have much of my eyesight.” She play with the bottom of her shirt. Her father having instilled in her that her blindness is something to be ashamed of.

“Wait- so you are blind? That is very interesting, I would like to know more if you’re okay with it.” The curiosity in his voice rising.

She wasn’t prepared for this. Nobody asks her questions about her condition. Even Christian doesn’t touch the subject and she never brings it up in conversation. “I guess, if your really interested.”

“Great, I’ll see you later tonight. Send me the address of where you’re staying.” His playful and flirty manner never faulted as he walked past her. Leaving the girl confused and blushing.

Little did she know that Charles had seen her around the paddock. Mostly hanging off of Max’s arm. He assumed she’d never notice him wave or try to get her attention. Turns out she couldn’t see him. He knows better then to assume. He blames it on the anxiety of being around her.

The youngest Verstappen finished up her duties as quick as possible. Catching a ride with her brother back to the hotel. He has learned to read her though and immediately noticed something was different. “What’s going on with you? You seem very smiley today.” He laughs.

“I can’t tell you because you’ll hate me.” She did her best not to appear nervous but was ultimately failing. Her hands fiddling in her lap.

“I could never hate you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

She glances over at him. Eyes planted on the road. His calm demeanor putting her at ease. “Charles Leclerc asked me on a date tonight.”

Max begins laughing hysterically. His once smooth driving now a bit jerky from his sudden movements. “You thought I would hate you because of a date?”

She stutters a bit. “Well- aren’t you two rivals?” She manages. His laughing throwing her emotions all over the place.

“Sure, on the track. Off the track we are still friends and I trust him.” He explains. Relief floods through her body at his words. Her confidence in the situation going up a little.

She can feel the smug look on Max’s face. “Do you want help getting ready?”

~

The two siblings spent over an hour playing dress up. Max eventually having to video call Victoria and ask her opinion. The two trying to make their sister feel like she owns the world.

Dressing is less tricky then make-up. Sometimes she didn’t feel like it was worth the struggle and didn’t put it on. Some day she had to call Victoria to make sure everything looked right. If there was good lighting she was typically fine, but tonight was not one of those nights.

Growing up between two sisters, Max had learned a decent amount about make-up. He even enjoyed getting to do it on his sisters if they would let him. The almost squeal he let our when his sister asked for help was both hilarious and ridiculous. Immediately setting things up on the bathroom counter and going to work.

Max could tell his sister was anxious. Their father having scared away any of your potential boyfriends. Even going as far as to tell they that she is diseased. One of the worst things about having Jos around the garage, is that you’re left with him.

Though Max has stepped in many time and even lectured his father about his word choices, he never let up on any of the Verstappen children. All of them getting some aspect of their father’s insecurity thrown back at them like it’s their fault.

When he was done, Max tried to sooth your nerves. “Dad isn’t around. He’s in his own hotel room. Go have fun.”

And that’s exactly what she did.

The conversation between her and Charles flowed. He asked questions that weren’t invasive and was respectful if she didn’t want to answer. He made her laugh ridiculously hard.

So they kept doing it. She had to follow Redbull for work which made things easier in the two. Finding down time to meet up or celebrating together after races.

After the season was over, the two went on a holiday together.

Charles spent a good amount of time learning from her (and in turn Max) how to guide if the need ever arose.

Charles was so gentle with her. Always letting her know if there was something unexpected around. Telling her who was in the room.

If felt like a dream. One she never wanted to wake up from. Charles had assured her multiple times that she wasn’t dreaming and that their love is very real.

But alas, Jos likes to make things difficult.

~

A few races into the new season, Charles still had yet to formally meet Jos and the Verstappen siblings intended on keeping it that way. It wasn’t secret. Everyone in the paddock know the two were dating. Jos just hadn’t had the chance to talk to him yet.

She’d mentioned her childhood a few times but could never get out the full extent of what happened. Charles thankfully is patient with her and lets her take her time. He knows Jos’ reputation. Her childhood couldn’t have been the most amazing with him around.

This particular race, she was forced into close proximity with him. There had been a mistake during a pit stop for Max which made him lose some positions. Ending the race in fifth. To her it isn’t bad at all, but to the angry Dutchman unleashing his fury on everything, it most certainly is.

Sensing his rising anger, she had pulled her father into a more secluded area. Hoping that Max wouldn’t come back to the garage for awhile. At least not before she could talk some sense into their father.

She said nothing as strings of curse words left his lips. Only waiting for him to run out of breath.

“Did you see how he got lazy? He would’ve finished higher after the idiots didn’t do their jobs if he had put in more effort.”

“Max put in all his effort and you know it.” She scoffs. Arms folded over her chest. This is nothing new to her.

“Like you have any room to talk.” He snaps back. Her head now sagging, knowing his anger is now finding a new direction.

Charles, on the other hand, had been looking for her. It’s his first win of the season and she is nowhere to be found. Max ran up to him as the podium celebration ended. Patting him on the back for his well earned win.

“Have you seen your sister anywhere, mate?” He asked the Dutch.

Max ponders for a moment. “She might still be in the garage debriefing after what happened.” He replies. “I can walk you over if you want.”

The two drivers made their way to the Redbull garage to find most of those who would normally be inside, standing outside in a huddle. “What the hell is happening?” Max shouts over to Christian as the two approach him.

“I was just about to go find you.” Christian sighs in exasperation. “Can I call security on your father? He hasn’t stopped shouting since the race finished up.”

Charles and Max exchanged glances. The young woman’s absence now making more sense. “I’ll try and talk him down.” Stated Max before weaving his way through the sea of Redbull shirts. Charles following close behind.

Before the two could get further away, Christian yelled out to them. “Good luck, your sister has been trying!” The statement make the two move faster.

Charles could feel his emotions bubbling as the shouting got louder. As him and Max turn the corner, he immediately spots who he’d been looking for. Tears rolling down her cheeks as she felt around the floor looking for something.

Max steps in between her and the angry Dutch, shouting back and forth in their native tongue. Charles tries to spot what she’s feeling for. Scanning the ground until he spots her phone. The entire thing shattered. Small pieces of glass just barely reflecting the light. He’s down by her side in an instant.

“Love, it’s Charles, max is here also, I’m going to get you out of here okay?”

Her body turns towards Charles. It’s then he notices the specks of blood dotting her hands from feeling around the glass and a deep purple bruise forming on her forehead.

She’s struggling to breath now. Listening to the angry shouts. The pain in her head and the bright fluorescents not helping her see anything. She back in the crash.

Her father had spend from the end of the race until now laying into her. She had successfully defended Max and thought she was prepared to take the brunt of it. Until he snatch her phone and threw it at her. It hit her head so hard she was in the ground in seconds. Trying to feel her way around to where it might have gone so she could call Max.

The words were so familiar to her. The ones she heard in her nightmares when she was once again surrounded by smoke and bright lights stealing away her vision.

“I don’t want to crash again Charles. It’s to hot. It hurts too much. I can’t see anything.” She tried to search for him but ended up with more glass in her palm. The tears only thickening.

“Stay put, okay? I’m going to help Max and then I’ll be right back.” He didn’t want to leave her on the floor. She looked like a child, and so did Max in this moment. The two getting their fathers wrath with no end in sight.

Charles sprints back to Christian, yelling at him to call security, then sprints back to Max.

“Mr. Verstappen I think you are out of line here.” Says the monegasque. Signaling Max to stay with you. He didn’t move at first but it was obvious he was getting nowhere, so he obliged. Kneeling down to help his sister calm her breathing.

Jos scoffs at Charles. “You have no right to get in between me and my children.” Anger pooling from his features.

“I mean no disrespect sir, but you’re being an asshole.”

“And is she-“ he jabs his finger at the girl on the floor, “-not disgusting.” Charles almost hits him but refrains from doing so knowing security will be arriving soon.

“On the contrary, I think she is an angel.”

“She’s diseased. She hasn’t even tried to fix her mistakes. Look at her! She just wants attention for what she did to herself!”

Now Charles doesn’t hesitate to punch him. His fist colliding with Jos’ jaw, sending him stumbling into the wall.

Max took his attention off his sister, who was leaning against him, and placed it on Charles. Shock clearly evident of his features.

Jos attempted to confront Charles again, but security finally showed up and escorted Jos out of the paddock.

Charles exhales, glad the confrontation is over. “That’s not how I imagined meeting your father for the first time.” Charles chuckles nervously.

Is doesn’t take much longer until Charles has his love safely wrapped in his arms. Whisking her away to his hotel room. Max had stayed ti make sure everything got cleaned up at the paddock. Kelly arriving shortly with Penelope in tow, ready to comfort Max.

She cried when they were finally safe inside. Pouring out to Charles about the accident and what it had caused in her life. He listened intently, doing his best to soothe the girl. Her panic still clearly evident.

Soon enough she’d calmed. Her head laying in Charles lap while he threaded his fingers through her hair.

“It don’t care what anyone else says. I see your beauty and it is not defined by what you can’t see.”

[leslutdepointedulac]

hello! “ why do you hate me? ” and louis :) thank youuu

Lestat stares at Louis for a moment, then rises to his feet and moves across the salon to stand behind him. He leans down, draping his arms over his shoulders and plays with a loose thread on his sweater, his chin resting on top of his head. 

“Why do you hate me?” Lestat huffs, his tone reminding Louis of a child when they get frustrated about not getting their own way. 

Louis makes a sound of disbelief and lowers his book onto his lap. “When did I tell you I hated you?” He tries to turn his head to look up at Lestat, but the weight of his chin resting on him prevents him from doing so. 

“What do you mean, when did you say that? You just said it less than a minute ago.” 

Louis opens his mouth to reply but closes it again and raises a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “That’s not what I said, Lestat. Not once did I tell you I hated you, I only said that I’d think about going into Paris, but that you shouldn’t get your hopes up.” 

“Exactly.” 

“That’s not the same thing.” 

Lestat shifts with a disgruntled noise, so that his head is now resting on Louis’ shoulder, his fiddling with the loose thread is ceased when Louis puts the book to one side and takes his hands. He twists the ring on Lestat’s left hand while holding his other hand up to his heart with their fingers interlocked. 

“I thought you needed to get the newcomers settled in.” 

“I did that earlier.” Lestat says. 

“Have you dealt with that petty conflict between those two fledglings?” 

“Of course, I did that last night.” 

“And you’ve gone to have that talk with Marius about those new regulations?” Silence. “Lestat, have you spoken with Marius yet?” Lestat makes a noise that Louis takes as a ‘no’. “You really need to talk to him, those regulations need to be sorted sooner rather than later, you know that.” 

Lestat groans and buries his face in Louis’ shoulder. “But he takes about two hours to go over something that should only take less than one hour.” His voice comes out muffled from where he’s hidden himself in the folds of Louis’ sweater. 

“He’s being thorough, you can’t just pass over it like it’s nothing.”

“Well his idea of being thorough is to see how long he can drone on for before I die of boredom.” 

Louis sighs, though it’s full of fondness with a hint of his amusement. “Don’t be so dramatic, you can’t even die.” 

“I might, if I have to listen to any more of Marius’ boring tangents.” 

A laugh escapes Louis and he releases Lestat’s left hand to reach up and tangle his fingers through his hair. Lestat relishes the touch for a moment, then raises his head to press his forehead to Louis’ temple. 

“I just want to spend some time with you for the night.”

Louis turns his head to face Lestat, making him draw back slightly so they can properly face each other. He looks at Lestat, who gazes back at him with what Daniel would probably describe as ‘Puss in Boots’ eyes. Louis can’t help but smile softly back at him and lifts both hands to gently sweep his hair from his eyes and cup his face. 

“I’ll make you a deal,” he starts, his smile growing when Lestat’s eyes brighten up. “We can stay here for another half an hour, let’s say, and then you go and find Marius. . . don’t give me that look. . . you go and find Marius, sort out those regulations and then we can spend the rest of the night together, doing whatever you like. Within reason. Does that sound fair?” 

Lestat pretends to think about it and then sighs, feigning resignation. “I suppose that’s acceptable.” He straightens up and comes around to the front of the sofa, where he sinks down beside Louis and lies with his feet propped up on his lap. “Go on then, start reading. I’ve only got thirty minutes before you kick me out.” 

He’s met with a disapproving look, though it’s only mocking, before Louis picks up his book again and opens it back to the page he was previously on. Every so often, having to place a hand on Lestat’s ankles to stop him from moving, after almost getting kicked in the face from his shifting. 

Those thirty minutes fly by for Lestat and before he knows it, he's counting down the seconds until he can go back to his husband for some well deserved time together.