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yourmomxx · 1 year ago

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➵ angels talking - social media au | ln4 (2)

❥ pairing - lando norris x fem!singer!reader

❥ plot - the aftermath of you announcing your new relationship

❥ warnings - none

❥ a/n: as always, the pictures are taken off pinterest and therefore do not have any consisency regarding the reader’s looks (as it is a self-insert and the photographs merely are for visualization)

part i | part ii - the number four

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landonorris golden days with my golden girl

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bella.ltn screaming crying throwing up they’re so cute

paddockgirl not lando being a simp on main

↳ landonorris1 @/paddockgirl he’s just like us fr

carlossainz finally official🙏

↳ f1updates @/carlossainz oh hi carlos

kellypiquet tu ferais mieux de la garder @/landonorris

sebastianvettel real happy for you mate

↳ 33maxverstappen @/sebastianvettel we miss you on the grid

realobama her confused face in the second picture she’s just like me fr

hotchswife at first i didn’t know what to think of this but now i just think it’s amazing

suziesalmon new WAG alert

mollym the internet is going to eat this up

coconutananas NOOOO LANDOO

ynforreal guys we lost yn in the world of single ladies😔✊

↳ lanadelslay @/ynforreal i don’t know how to stay strong in this time of grief

lilymhe LANDO I LOVE YOU FOR THIS

↳ alexalbon @/lilymhe ???

alexalbon you just had to start dating my girlfriend’s favorite singer mate didn’t you?

lilyzneimer wishing you guys all the best

alexandrasaintmleux ♥️♥️

↳ lanadelslay @/alexandrasaintmleux ALEX HIII

ao3chick love how all the driver’s girlfriends are commenting like moms signing cards in the name of their kids

danielricciardo congrats!!!

↳ landonorris @/danielricciardo i saw your comment on her post

↳ danielricciardo @/landonorris what comment on whose post? i don’t even speak english🦡

lastlaplando not them being cute

julie.ss highway looking real cozy right now🤭

f1n1fan seb being the proud mom i love him🫶

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yourusername excited to tell you that my new song ‘444’ is available to listen to now on all music streaming platforms! oh, and also that my new album will be released november 22nd😘save the date

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itsbrutalouthere not her telling us about a new album TWO WEEKS before it comes out

sabrinacarpenter song is so amazing babe

papayagirl someone please call taylor swift and get that girl some marketing help😭

lukehemmings 🔥🔥

oliviarodrigo LOVE IT

iknewyouweretrouble I just listened to the song and i am deceased

ynisbabe 444? EXCUSE ME THE MATH

hannahmountana this song is so hot i can’t -

jessicag you did so well with this!!

amslerin please come to la on the next tour i wanna see you live so bad😩😩

jana_gp GIRL WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE ANGELS TOLD YOU HES NOT RIGHT FOR YOU

↳ xemily @/jana_gp WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE NUMBER 444 WAS A SIGN TO LEAVE HIM

ynlnn the background music? the vocals?? i can’t anymore

tswizzle 444 the math is so beautiful on this one

kellykiwi the mv awakened something in me

urnamehere i love this song so much

hamiltonh 444? a fourth album? lando the number four?? BESTIE

therealyn queen of manifesting fr

ferrarisupreme “444 you saved my life i really got these angels by my side” lando norris the man👏 that👏you👏 are👏

tangledinu NEW ALBUM YES

midnightprentiss already presaved i’m so excited

ameliadahlia why is everyone talking about math here?? someone explain i’m so lost😭

↳ sabrinajenga @/ameliadahlia @/girlsplainingcelebrities made a post explaining it all, i’ll tag you🫶

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girlsplainingcelebrities another day, another girlsplain! today, what the number four means to our favorite popstar girly, yn yln!!🩷

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boxnexx not to mention that the new album she’s releasing will be her fourth!!! so excited what she has planned for us

zeeema the whole thing with her and lando is so cute

emilyx i always look forward to your posts☺️🙏

sabrinajenga @/amiadahlia

herbsherm whoever runs this account, you have saved my ass so many times, hope your pillow is cold on both sides

leaglb whether you believe in angel numbers or not, these would be a whole of a lot coincidences

formeformulas when i heard "every time i see 444 it means no more i know for sure" i was FREAKING

cheesestrings ALSO not to mention her album comes out on november 22ND - 2+2=?

tswizzle she’s so smart i love her

ynisbabe when my teachers told me i would need maths outside of school they actually meant this

carlaarcher can we please all agree that 444 is about her relationship with arthur and that it was basically lando who made her realize he wasn’t good enough?

↳ paddockgirl @/carlaarcher GURL FR no way those two didn’t have something going on

↳ leclercsgirl @/paddockgirl besides, the media didn’t see her with any other guy during that time the song is probably set, so it CAN only be arthur

↳ itsellie @/leclersgirl would explain their radio silence with each other as well

↳ bella.ltn @/itsellie tbh if my boyfriend practically stopped posting me on his social media or acknowledging my existence the moment we got more serious i would dump that man too

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vanityfair Singer-Songwriter YN YLN talks Split from Rumoured Childhood Romance Arthur Leclerc, Release of New Song and Announcement of Fourth Album, and Relationship with Formula 1-Driver Lando Norris

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coconutananas that caption is longer than my life span😭

mollym girl was busy the past few weeks

ylnwife i am so in love with everything this woman has been doing for the past few months, this is amazing

factorfic just watched it and it is so amazing!! love how her and lando have the same sass, they fit perfectly tbh

charthurleclerc the day we find out what really happened between her and arthur leclerc will be the day i can finally rest

itsbrutalouthere "I'm a ferrari girl" -YN YLN, girlfriend of MCLAREN DRIVER Lando Norris, 2023

↳ landonorris1 @/itsbrutalouthere loved her for this

↳ bimess @/itsbrutalouthere PLS the way she was like "I love my boyfriend but everytime a ferrari is on pole I risk a breakup" she's so real

ynisbabe she looks so good here hello???

emilyzkn can’t wait for the albummmmm oh my god

jilledits i swear to god if she spills more tea about arthur i will be FERAL

wanderwall now all we need is someone interviewing lando about her and my life will be complete

jawdropforkpop i’m already so excited for her new album, i can’t even

peppyi her new song was so good, can’t wait for the album!!

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girl-named-matty · 1 day ago

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Little morning - Life after Hogwarts

synopsis ✧ Being a parent wasn't exactly easy and Sebastian found that out the hard way after the birth of his first son--who was now two-years-old and they were also expecting another. But regardless, he loved being a father. But the biggest problem with having a pregnant wife? A little toddler who just so happens to be a big mummy's boy that tries to wake her up at any chance he gets.

tags ✧ Fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, like so much fluff you guys. Talks of pregnancy and babies (ofc), toddlers (thats a warning in itself haha), marriage, just all the domestic cutesy stuff we all love. .

word count ✧ 1.6k

a/n ✧ Just some random cute idea I got and I have been ITCHING to write Seb and Matty as parents. You've probably seen my other posts about their kids when they are older but I really wanted to do some of the younger stuff as well because the baby fever is strong rn and I need a outlet LOL.🥺 Hope you enjoy! xoxo

Sebastian Sallow severely underestimated how difficult being a parent would be and just how much sleep he would lose by being one as well. Sure, he knew kids were difficult, and his wife had told him countless stories of the kids she had nannied or worked with who were difficult, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the real deal.

Little Eleazar was just past two years old by now, and yes, he was an abnormally well-behaved child; he still was a toddler, and well—toddlers did toddler things.

But despite the lack of sleep, the rough days, and the struggle of learning how to be a first-time parent, it was all worth it. They loved their little boy, and they loved him just the way he was.

And apparently it was “so worth” it enough that Matty was now pregnant with their second child. Or at least in Sebastian’s words, it was “so worth” having another. Matty had always wanted a couple of children, so she was up for having a second, but Sebastian was definitely the one who pushed the idea to have another.

Hence why she was now seven months pregnant and dealing with a toddler. But thankfully, Sebastian was a very hands-on and involved dad, and it made it all so much easier. He was an amazing husband and father. (She couldn’t lie and say that wasn’t the reason why she considered a second.)

It was nearing seven am when Sebastian, who was half asleep, heard the little pitter-patter of footsteps nearing the bedroom door. They had moved Ele into a different room a couple of months ago so he could get used to sleeping without Mum and Dad, especially once the new baby was around. But almost every morning, like clockwork, he managed to climb out of his crib and sneak off to Mum and Dad's room.

Sebastian, immediately knowing who it was, sat up and rubbed his eyes. The little footsteps stopped right at the door, which meant the door needed to be opened. Eleazar wasn’t quite tall enough to reach the door handle and turn it, so usually Sebastian would have to do it himself since he was the first one up.

He could practically hear his son pouting on the other side of the door, so he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake up Matty, who was still peacefully sleeping.

He walked over to the door before opening it, looking down at his son. “Well, good morning,” he said, his voice still gravelly.

Eleazar quickly put his hands up, babbling a little to let his dad know that he wanted to be picked up. Sebastian leaned down and grabbed the little boy up in his arms. “You’re two years old; you gotta start using your words, buddy.” He softly encouraged. But it seemed like Ele was too tired to speak anyway since he was rubbing his eyes the moment he was up in his father's arms.

Sebastian sat back down in bed, Eleazar placed in between him and Matty. “If you’re going to be here, you gotta go back to sleep.” He said, trailing his knuckle against his son's chubby cheeks. Of course, he was only saying this to try and get more sleep himself, but when did toddlers ever listen to anybody?

Instead, Eleazar turned around, seeing that his mother was in bed. “Mummy,” he babbled with a big smile, crawling over to where she was sleeping.

Sebastian’s heart almost jumped out of his chest as he had to quickly grab his son and pull him away from his mother in order for him not to wake her up. She definitely needed more sleep. “Wait, wait, no, we can’t go to Mummy right now, okay? Mummy is sleeping.” Sebastian tried to explain.

However, Eleazar did not like being told no. Especially when it came to his mummy. The corner of his lips curled down, forming a little frown, and by the way his little bottom lip quivered, Sebastian could quickly tell that he was going to start crying.

Panicking a little more, Sebastian quickly grabbed the little boy up in his arms. “Hey, hey, it's okay.” He soothed. “We just can’t wake up Mummy right now; she’s resting.”

He knew Eleazar couldn’t understand a lick of what he was saying, but he hoped the tone of his voice would help calm him down. “Mummy is very tired, and she has little brother or sister to deal with too, okay?” He continued. “I can assure you that definitely isn’t easy.” He half mumbled under his breath with a chuckle. But that was more for his own amusement than an explanation.

Ele didn’t cry, but he looked up at his father with his big blue eyes that he had inherited from his mother, a pout still on his face. “Mummy.” He repeated, this time more determined.

Sebastian sighed, shifting to where he was now lying down with the child in his arms. “Mummy is asleep. Which is what you should be doing right now too. You’re still so young to be waking up this early.”

“No.”

Sebastian sighed again. He hated the fact that usually one of the first five words for children was usually no. It was helpful when they could communicate what they wanted, but it also happened to become their favorite word very quickly. Saying no to everything mummy or daddy needed them to do.

“Yes.”

“Mm-hm.” Eleazar shook his head, clearly conveying that he was saying no.

“What am I going to do with you?” He chuckled, pinching his son's cheeks.

But luckily for the both of them, Matty shifted a little, signaling that she was indeed finally awake. Ele quickly looked behind him, seeing his mother begin to wake up. A big smile instantly appeared on his face, and he slipped out of his dad's arms and immediately crawled over to his mother. He was a big mummy’s boy and always wanted to be with her.

When Matty felt two little hands on her arms, she chuckled, opening her eyes. “Good morning, sweetheart,” she said sweetly, the sleep still obvious in her voice.

Eleazar immediately plopped his full body weight onto his mother, giving her a big hug. She laughed, giving him a hug back before sitting up. She looked over at Sebastian and then back down to her son. “Something tells me you’ve been giving your father a little bit of a hard time.” She said, poking her son's little tummy.

“I’ll say,” Sebastian muttered. “Little bugger tried to wake you up the moment he got into bed.”

Matty smiled. “He just loves his mummy,” she cooed, shifting little Ele so she could have him comfortably against her.

Raising a toddler and being pregnant definitely wasn’t easy, but to Matty, it was worth it in the long run. Not all mornings did she wake up as nicely as she did now, but these mornings definitely helped and made up for the bad days.

“Well, thank you for letting me sleep in a little longer.” She said to Sebastian before leaning in for a quick good morning kiss from him. Sebastian smiled into the kiss, enjoying the attention from his wife. Sometimes that was scarce between work and raising a baby, so he was always loving any attention he got from her.

Meanwhile, little Ele was looking at his mother's belly, still wondering what on earth was going on there. It started to frustrate him that he could no longer sit on his mummy’s lap, but he slightly understood the concept of having another new little sibling that was seemingly “in mummy’s tummy” and that it was a baby.

Matty looked down and chuckled. “Say hi to the baby, Ele.” She urged.

Eleazar didn’t say anything, but he did wave, thinking that his little brother or sister could see him do so. Matty giggled a little bit at her son's expression, and she leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. “In just a little bit you’ll have a new brother or sister, and it’s gonna be sooo fun,” she said.

“Sleepless nights and screaming babies are an interesting thing to consider fun.” Sebastian joked sarcastically.

“Remind me whose idea it was to have a second?” Matty said, raising her brow at her husband. She knew he was just joking, but she did like to poke fun at him because, after all, it was his idea to have another baby once Eleazar was a little older.

“It was mine, and I’ll totally own up to that.” He chuckled, pulling his wife close to him. “And I can’t wait to have another. Anything from you is a complete blessing, and I’m lucky to have you and our children.”

Matty smiled and leaned her head against his chest. She had married the right man, that’s for sure. And boy did she love him.

“I hope it’s a girl,” Sebastian mumbled into her neck.

“Don’t want another little boy?” She chuckled, looking at him with a raised brow.

Sebastian shrugged. “I’ll be happy either way. I just want a healthy baby. But since we have a boy already, I think it’d be nice to have a sweet little girl. Beautiful and intelligent, just like her mother.” He said, giving Matty a little squeeze.

“And here I thought you wanted a little mini-you.” Matty said.

“Oh trust me, I do.” Sebastian replied. “But who's to say that a little girl can’t be my mini-me? We can get into all sorts of trouble together.”

“Mhm, right. Not on my watch.” Matty joked with a laugh.

“Worth a shot.” Sebastian grinned.

I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you so much for reading! 🥺❤️

#hogwarts legacy #hl #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy mc #mc #Matty Ambrose #Sebastian Sallow x MC #Sebastian Sallow fanfiction #Hogwarts legacy fanfiction #Ambrollow #fankids #fan child

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pretzel-box · 23 days ago

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Ride or Die

Streamer AU Chapter 9 (?)

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Date, Reader is shorter than Seb in this one.

Words: 4k

Authors Note: Final Chapter drops around Wednesday. Painters Route will be discontinued due the lack of interest from the readers side and the authors side. Materlist will update once all chapters are out.

The sound of the front door creaking open caught your attention, pulling you from the pages of your book during this late afternoon. You quickly glanced up just in time to see Sebastian step through the threshold, his presence immediately filling the room with a quiet, effortless confidence. His black hair was tied back neatly, though a few locks had rebelliously slipped free to frame his face. His usual black leather jacket clung to his broad shoulders, hiding his favourite band shirt, and he set down his sleek black helmet. You noticed many details on him, now that your head was free of worries. He seems more laid back, returning to his old habits. His face seems softer, his hair was getting longer and somehow the faint gleam of his ear piercings in the light caught your eyes.

Without saying a word, he held up a white takeout bag, giving you one of his charming smiles, his bright eyes glinting with mischief. You could already smell the delicious food inside, but before you could ask him anything, he turned and headed toward the kitchen, the bag swinging from his hand.

Curiosity immediately got the better of you. Tossing your book aside, already forgetting about the interesting plot, you jumped up from the couch and followed him, trying to catch a quick glimpse of what he'd brought. „What did you get?“ You asked playfully, reaching out to take a peek inside the bag. But Sebastian, ever quick, lifted the bag higher, well out of your reach. You tried again, hopping slightly to grab it, but he just smirked, holding it teasingly above you.

„Sebastian!“ You protested, laughing, stretching your arms higher to reach the bag and yet he only raised an eyebrow at your failed try. His smile widening as he watched you struggle in front of him, clearly enjoying the little game. Just as you thought you might get close, his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You wanted to protest and speak out but before you could react, his lips were on yours, firm and gentle at the same time, slightly tasting of cherry coke, stealing your breath away.

Your hands, which had been reaching for the takeout, slid slowly to rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your fingers. His scent—leather mixed with something darker and warm, maybe a hint of cologne—filled the air between you, grounding you in his embrace. Your fingers curled instinctively, holding onto his favorite shirt as if you could draw him even closer, deepening the kiss with a tenderness that felt as natural as breathing.

His hand, still wrapped around your waist, tightened slightly, pulling you flush against him. His other hand came up to gently cradle your face, his thumb brushing lightly across your cheek. Everything around you faded—the hum of the fridge, the soft glow of the kitchen light, the faint buzz of city sounds outside. For a moment, it was just him, the warmth of his touch, and the way his lips molded to yours as if they’d always belonged there.

When he finally pulled back, you saw a playful glint in his eyes, tempered by an unmistakable affection. “I have to kidnap you today, Jel.” He murmured, his voice low and soft, sending a shiver through you. The familiar nickname from your streaming account felt strangely intimate on his lips, like a bridge between the life you shared online and the one you’d carefully built together in real life. He paused, his mouth close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips. “But for now, get the TV ready, our favorite show starts soon.”

You blinked, a little dazed, as his words registered. The idea of him “kidnapping” you, though a surprise, sparked a warmth in your chest. He hadn’t mentioned any plans for today, and the spontaneity felt exhilarating, like a break from the everyday routine you’d fallen into. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind, from your return to the streaming scene to the careful, cautious steps you’d taken toward becoming something more than just roommates.

You took a moment, eyes drifting over his relaxed, unguarded expression. So much had shifted between you. What once felt distant had evolved into something soft and grounded, and every look, every touch had become a quiet confirmation of what you both wanted. You felt grateful for these small, stolen moments in between everything else.

“Okay, but this time don't give me chopsticks.” You teased, shooting him a smile as you stepped back to grab the remote. As you started setting up the TV, you couldn’t help but feel a spark of anticipation for whatever he had planned.

The late afternoon had melted into the kind of cozy haze that only shared laughter, easy conversation, and warm food could create. With takeout boxes scattered across the coffee table and the last of your favorite show playing in the background, you found yourself leaning against Sebastian, feeling the warmth of his arm draped casually over your shoulders. Each laugh, each shared smile, felt like a little piece of something you’d both built together. As the credits finally rolled, you felt his hand slip over yours, warm and grounding. He gave it a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing across your knuckles in a slow, thoughtful way.

When you glanced up, he was already looking at you, his dark eyes soft yet brimming with that familiar glint of mischief. He leaned in, close enough that his voice was a warm murmur against your skin. “Ready for that kidnapping?”

The words sent a spark of excitement through you, and you found yourself nodding before he even finished. Sebastian disappeared into his room and returned with a spare helmet, which he slipped into your hands. Before you knew it, you were seated behind him on his motorbike, holding on tight as he revved the engine and the city lights blurred into life around you.

The cool air rushed past as the motorbike glided through the streets. Neon lights reflected off sleek buildings and glinted in windows, casting streaks of color across the dark pavement. You felt the thrum of the engine beneath you, the steady rhythm of Sebastian’s breathing in front of you, and the familiar warmth of his back as you held on tight, your arms wrapped securely around his waist. The sights and sounds of the city swept by, creating a vivid, living backdrop that felt like something out of a movie.

Each twist and turn of the road brought you deeper into the vibrant heart of the city. You caught glimpses of street musicians, food vendors, and groups of people laughing as they passed under colorful lights. For a moment, you closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the steady beat of the engine, the wind tugging gently at your hair, and the sensation of Sebastian’s hand covering yours for a brief, grounding squeeze as he paused at a stoplight.

Finally, he pulled up in front of a retro-style building framed by bright neon signs and softly flickering lights. The arcade was buzzing with life and energy even before you stepped inside. Rows of games stretched across the room, casting a warm, nostalgic glow that spilled out onto the sidewalk. When you hopped off the bike, you laughed, realizing just how much he’d surprised you.

“An arcade?” you teased, glancing over at him with a grin. “You really know how to impress.”

“Nothing but the best.” He replied with a smirk, his gaze softening just slightly as he took in your reaction. “Come on, I have a few rounds to win,” he teased, and his hand found yours, leading you into the neon-lit world of the arcade.

Inside, the place was alive with a retro energy that brought a rush of excitement. The hum of machines, bursts of laughter, and classic 8-bit tunes filled the air, immersing you in a world far removed from the everyday. Sebastian wasted no time, his eyes scanning the rows of games until he landed on one he seemed particularly excited about. Grinning, he led you to a classic racing game, two side-by-side seats waiting for you both. He slid into his, already poised at the controls, and turned to flash you a grin, one eyebrow arched with challenge. “Think you can keep up?”

“Oh, you’re on.” You shot back, slipping into the seat next to him and gripping the wheel with determination. As the countdown began on screen, you cast him a quick, confident smile. But just as the race started, he leaned over, nudging you lightly to throw you off balance. You shot him a playful glare as you swerved back into place, determined not to let him get ahead.

Laughter and excitement filled each round as you both fought for the top spot, your cars swerving and crashing in friendly competition. Each time one of you took the lead, the other would find a way to sabotage it—Sebastian reaching over to tap at your controls or you nudging his elbow just enough to throw off his focus. By the end, the race was almost neck and neck, the screen displaying your car mere inches ahead of his. You threw your hands up in victory, grinning wide.

“Luck.” He muttered with a mock pout, trying to hide a smile. But his eyes gleamed with amusement, and he quickly recovered, pointing to a game across the room.

“Alright, rematch. Air hockey this time.” He challenged, guiding you over to the table. The machine lit up as you each took your positions, hands hovering above the smooth plastic surface. You tapped the puck lightly, sending it Sebastian’s way with a smirk.

His expression shifted, his eyes narrowing with a glint of competitive fire, as he struck the puck with a swift, practiced move that sent it whizzing toward your goal. You reacted in an instant, blocking it with a quick flick of your wrist, and hit it back with equal speed, smirking as it glided right toward his side of the table. The game settled into a fast rhythm, each of you predicting and countering the other’s moves, laughter punctuating each near-miss and each score.

As the puck zipped back and forth, your intensity only grew, and every time one of you scored, the other would make a grand show of defeat—groaning dramatically, pressing a hand to their chest, or offering a bow as if this were some grand tournament. Sebastian even threw in a few theatrical moves, flourishing an imaginary cape whenever he blocked one of your shots, leaving you giggling too hard to focus.

“Come on.” He taunted with a smirk, leaning in slightly as he prepared to strike. “Is that all you’ve got, Jelly?” It was clear that his inner streaming persona was showing and it felt like all the times before, when it was just two streamers joking around behind cameras.

“Oh, it’s on!” you shot back, grinning as you managed to block his next attempt and return the puck with a surprising spin. He blinked in mock surprise, then let out an exaggerated groan as it slipped past him, right into the goal.

The longer you played, the less you cared about the score. It became more about outsmarting each other, your laughter filling the air each time one of you pulled an unexpected move. When he managed a particularly clever shot, he flashed you a triumphant grin, winking just to see your feigned irritation. And when you’d score, he’d pretend to be absolutely stunned, holding a hand over his heart as if in shock.

After several rounds, you were both breathless, barely able to keep count of who had won or lost. Your cheeks ached from smiling, your voice hoarse from laughing. The air around you felt charged, the world beyond the arcade blurred into the background as you both lingered in the glow of the night.

Finally, you both leaned against the air hockey table, catching your breath, sharing a laugh that seemed to echo through the room, filling it with warmth and familiarity. You looked over at him, still grinning, and he met your gaze with that familiar glint, his own face flushed with excitement.

Finally, he led you to the claw machine, his eyes gleaming with playful determination. “Watch and learn.” He declared with a smirk, slipping a few coins into the slot. His fingers rested confidently on the controls as he focused on a small, round cat plush tucked among the pile. He maneuvered the claw with impressive precision, eyes narrowing as it hovered above the plush, then descended with a smooth, practiced grip. For a heart-stopping moment, it clamped onto the toy and lifted it an inch—only for the claw to loosen at the last second, sending the plush tumbling back into the heap.

Sebastian sighed, tossing a mock-pained look your way, as if devastated. “It’s rigged, obviously.” He deadpanned, and you stifled a laugh at his exaggerated frustration.

“You almost had it.” You teased, reaching over to nudge him. He raised an eyebrow, casting a skeptical glance at the machine, and gestured for you to give it a shot. “Alright, let’s see the pro at work.” He said, his tone laced with playful doubt.

You stepped up, taking the controls with a concentrated look, and fed in another coin. The claw moved tentatively at first, and on the first two tries, it dropped the plush in the exact same spot. But on your third attempt, you took a deep breath, aimed carefully, and held your breath as the claw descended. It caught the plush firmly, lifting it with just enough steadiness to bring it over the prize bin. The plush landed with a satisfying thud, and you let out a triumphant cheer, turning to see Sebastian’s face light up in genuine surprise.

“Victory!” you exclaimed, holding the round cat plush high with a grin. He broke into a wide smile, clapping his hands in exaggerated applause, his gaze softening as he watched you clutch the plush to your chest.

Sebastian stepped closer, his smile shifting to something more tender as he looked down at you holding your prize. The playful energy that had been bubbling between you both all evening softened, replaced by a quiet, lingering warmth. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingertips lingering just slightly against your cheek.

“Not bad.” He murmured, his voice softer now, his eyes holding yours with a gaze that seemed to melt right through the sounds of the arcade around you.

In that quiet moment, with the flashing lights casting soft hues across his face and the round little plush snug in your hands, you felt the whole world narrow to just the two of you, standing close in the heart of the city’s vibrant night.

As you and Sebastian stepped out of the arcade, the evening air wrapped around you like a cozy blanket, refreshing yet pleasantly warm. The sky had deepened into a rich indigo, dotted with twinkling stars, while the city around you glowed with a kaleidoscope of lights—neon signs, street lamps, and the soft glimmer of windows reflecting the night.

Sebastian paused for a moment, looking out over the bustling street, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Hey.” He said, glancing back at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “How about a little stroll instead of heading straight back?”You blinked in surprise, a smile blooming on your face. “Really? You’re not taking me back to the bike?”

“Nope.” He replied with a charming grin. “Trust me, I have a plan.”

Curiosity piqued, you nodded, and he gently took your hand, leading you away from the arcade. The two of you wandered through the lively streets, the sounds of laughter and chatter surrounding you as you passed by outdoor cafés and little shops still open for the night. Every so often, he’d glance over at you, his expression warm and genuine, making your heart flutter.

As you walked, you could feel the energy of the city buzzing around you, but everything else faded into the background as you focused on him. The air was fragrant with the scent of street food, mingling with the crispness of the evening. Sebastian occasionally pointed out quirky little shops or interesting street performers, drawing you into the moment with his playful enthusiasm.

He led you down a quieter street, lined with trees that were strung with fairy lights, creating a magical canopy overhead. The lights flickered softly, casting a warm glow that danced on the pavement, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder as you walked beneath them.

“You know,” he said, his voice softening, “I planned this for a long time.” He looked down at you, his expression earnest, and you felt your heart swell at the sincerity in his gaze.

“And you did well,” you admitted, your cheeks warming under his intense stare. “I had fun.”

“N-No, Jel.” His grip tightened around your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he took a deep breath. “I actually planned to take you out because it’s time to make it official.” A flicker of nervousness crossed his face, and you could see the vulnerability lurking beneath his confident exterior. His gaze fell to the ground, a quick flash of uncertainty hushed over his eyes. “I was terrible in the past. I was so incredibly blind, and I hate myself for it.”

You sensed the weight of his words, the gravity of what he was admitting. You didn’t want to interrupt; you wanted him to express everything he felt, to let the truth spill out unfiltered.

“And we are on the way to fixing things,” he continued, voice slightly shaking. “But I planned all of this to officially ask you out. You are so much more than a roommate or a streaming friend to me.” He paused, taking a moment to collect himself, the intensity of the moment building between you. “And I know we’re unofficially together, sharing all those touches and kisses, but... I want to hear it. I want you to accept my feelings openly with words.”

His large frame shifted to face you completely, his gaze lifting to meet yours, searching for something, and in that moment, everything around you seemed to fade away. Your heart raced as you held his steady gaze, the air thick with emotion and unspoken desires.

“Sebastian,” you breathed, feeling the weight of what he was asking, the gravity of the moment wrapping around you both like a soft blanket. “I—I feel the same way. You mean so much to me. I’ve wanted this, too.”

A flicker of relief crossed his features, a subtle transformation that made your heart flutter. His eyes sparkled with something deeper now, a mix of hope and affection. “Really? You mean it?”

“Yes.” You replied, your voice steadying as you leaned in closer. “You’ve always been more than just a roommate to me. You’re my best friend, and these past few weeks… they’ve shown me just how much I care for you.”

His expression softened, and you could see a rush of emotions flood through him—joy, relief, love. He shifted even closer, his warmth enveloping you as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering on your cheek.

“Then let’s make it official.” He whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I want you to be mine, Jel, officially. No more hiding how we feel. I want everyone to know how much you mean to me.”

In that moment, the world around you faded completely, leaving only the two of you under the starlit sky, surrounded by the vibrant hum of the city. You could feel your heart swell with an overwhelming sense of happiness, knowing that this was the beginning of something beautiful.

“Yes, I want that, too.” you murmured, feeling the truth of your words resonate deep within you. And as he leaned in, capturing your lips with his, everything felt right—like this was where you were meant to be all along. When his lips finally met yours, it was like the stars had aligned, igniting a spark that lit up the night. The kiss was soft and tender at first, a delicate exploration that sent shivers racing down your spine. You melted against him, feeling the warmth of his body and the strength of his presence envelop you. His hands cradled your face, thumbs brushing lightly over your cheeks, as if he were afraid to break the spell of the moment.

You responded instinctively, leaning into him, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, a mingling of sweetness and longing, as if all the unsaid words and emotions were pouring into this one moment. Time seemed to stretch, the universe narrowing down to just the two of you lost in each other, surrounded by the glow of the city.

His lips moved against yours with a gentle urgency, igniting a fire within you that made your heart race. You could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in your ears, a steady reminder of the connection you were forging. In that kiss, you felt all the love, all the promise of what was to come, binding you together in an intimate embrace.

As you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested against each other, both of you breathless, hearts racing, eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes.

Sebastian intertwined his fingers with yours, his grip gentle yet firm, and together, you began to walk back toward the motorcycle. The city lights twinkled like stars, casting a magical ambiance around you as you strolled side by side. Each step felt light, filled with the joy of your newfound connection.

“So, are you officially my girlfriend now?” He asked playfully, casting a sidelong glance at you, his lips curled into a teasing smile.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up like a melody. “I think that’s a fair assumption.” You replied, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. “I mean, after that kiss, how could I say no?”

Sebastian chuckled, a deep, warm sound that resonated in your chest, making you feel giddy. “Good, because I’m definitely not letting you go.” He said, his voice low and sincere. He turned to look at you, his eyes reflecting the shimmering lights around. “You make me happier than I ever thought possible.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you squeezed his hand tighter. “I feel the same way. I never expected to feel this way about you, but it just feels… right.”

As you approached the motorcycle, the evening air felt charged with a sweet tension, the promise of many more moments like this to come. Sebastian let go of your hand for a moment to grab his helmet and yours, but the moment he put it on, he turned back to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ready for the ride of your life?” he asked, his voice muffled slightly by the helmet.

“Always.” you replied, smiling brightly.

He climbed onto the bike and motioned for you to join him, and as you settled in behind him, the warmth of his body radiated through the leather of his jacket. You wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the comforting strength of him beneath your fingertips, and rested your head against his back.

With a soft rumble, the engine roared to life, and he turned his head slightly to call over his shoulder, “Hold on tight!”

As he accelerated into the night, you felt the wind rush past, a whirlwind of freedom and exhilaration. The city lights blurred into streaks of color around you, but in this moment, nothing compared to the feeling of being so close to him.

#roblox pressure #sebastian solace #pressure #sebastian solace x reader #sebastian solace x you #sebastian solace fanfic #pressure x reader

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cryingat300kph · 7 months ago

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Pretty Thing

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Boytoy!Mechanic!Reader

(Bad) Summary: When Ferrari gets a new pretty boy for a mechanic a certain 4x world champion takes notice.

Rating: M Warning(s): Mentions of sex, but no actual sex. Cursing. Use of Y/N. Allusion to homophobia in sports. F slur (but in a self-descriptive and reclaimed way) -Not Proofread-

Length: 1.4K Words

A/N: This is Seb in his chaotic flirt Ferrari era, like 1st/2nd year at Ferrari vibes. Also the ending is kinda cut off because I lost steam, but wanted to put something out. Let me know if ya’ll want this continued, I have ideas ;) <3

“Lewis look, that’s who I was talking about.” Seb says poking Lewis��s arm gesturing towards the bar. “Him?!” Lewis asks turning back to Seb. “Yeah.” Seb suppresses the urge to add Isn’t he pretty? “Damn I'm surprised they would hire a mechanic so-“ “so gay?” Sebastian supplies. “Heh-Yeah.” “Well he usually doesn’t look like that.” Seb says again gesturing towards the man.

The “that” Seb is referring to is the absolute twink uniform you are wearing. You might as well be wearing a flashing sign reading “I like dick! ;)” And Sebastian thinks you look completely and utterly delectable; more than usual.

He’d had his eyes on you since you joined the team at the top of the year. At first he noticed you because were young for someone not on the PR team, and far too handsome to not be in a more front-facing role. He was glad he was known to make sure to get to know all new members of the Ferrari family, because it meant he could satisfy this curiosity; finding out you had climbed the ladder at the factory quickly and had always wanted nothing more than to be in the garage track-side.

His interest in you only grew as he got to know you better. He knew obviously that as a mechanic you weren’t just a pretty face, but he soon found out you weren’t just either of those things. But someone who was extremely funny, kind and just as much of a nerd about racing as he was.

And so, a friendship slightly-beyond coworkers started to form. Now, at halfway through the season you two could be called proper friends, but your friendship is still very tied to work. Either way, you feel comfortable around Seb, comfortable enough to speak freely of your interests and life outside of racing. However, one thing he doesn’t know about you was that you don’t mind sharing a bed with a man.

Its hard being queer in formula one. It’s 2015 and huge strides have been made, but motorsports lags behind. Especially as someone who is involved in a more “masculine” job at Ferrari you keeps your more flamboyant tendencies under wraps. European ideas of masculinity help a lot, but it’s still a bit lonely, stressful and draining, to be closeted.

Hence why you’re here.

It had been a stressful race weekend, but Seb ultimately got podium and everyone was rightfully really happy and the team planned to go for drinks with the winning Mercedes team.

Seb had protested a bit when you said you thought you’d sit this one out. “I would, trust me, but I’ve had this headache all day and I doubt a hangover will make it any better.” You lied. He had seemed to come back to himself, like his earlier protest was a slip. Laughing it off. “You’re right, go, rest. We need your brain intact!”

You had chuckled at that saying bye to him and driving back to the hotel to get changed before heading out for your real plans. You felt bad lying to Seb but after this weekend a guy needed some attention damn it! But most importantly you wanted to dress how you want and exist how you want for once even just for a couple of hours.

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Without you at the party Sebastian is more melancholy than usual. He's cursing himself for crushing like a teenager, but without you there he’s lost interest. “Dude is this about the guy you told me about.” Lewis asks seeing Seb is obviously down about something. “what? no- it” “Where is he? Go talk to him!" “He’s not here, had a headache so he stayed back.” “Well you don’t seem to be having fun so go after him, just ask to hang out.” “But the team, i should-.” “Kimi is enough of a party for the team, he’d probably enjoy the company.” Lewis nudges him. “You know why I can’t Lewis.” Seb says seriously. “Yeah.” Lewis agrees and they’re silent for a bit before he speaks up again, mischief in his voice. “But maybe we could find some other entertainment for the night. To quell the ache?” “What are you suggesting?” Seb asks suspicious. “There’s a bar a couple blocks from here. Heard its a discreet spot, good for cruising.” He says like he’s stating the weather and not suggesting the two biggest F1 drivers at the moment go cruising for gay sex.“What if someone sees us.” “we’re in America, no one knows who we are.” And Seb is just tipsy enough, and yearning to fuck a stranger and imagine it’s you, so he agrees.

“Let’s do it!”

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And so, Sebastian now finds himself at a loss for words, staring at you. At you, sipping a cocktail, half sitting on a bar stool, your back slightly arched. Honestly the picture is so inviting. Lewis is just looking at him with a smirk.

Sebastian sees that a couple men obviously have their eyes on you too. He watches as the bartender hands you a drink gesturing to one of the said men. You look over and the man starts to get up. Seb feels his fists tighten, but he relaxes when you hand the drink back to the bartender looking at the man apologetically. He’s glad the man gets the idea and sits back down, Seb doesn’t want to think what he would have done if the man had persisted.

Wait, so maybe you’re just out for a nice night alone, he doesn’t want to disturb that. But dressed like that? He’s having a hard time resisting.

“Lewis what do I do?” He asks. “The flirt is asking me?“ Lewis scoffs, but when Seb just looks at him annoyed, he Chuckles; he’s never seen the confident man so nervous before. “Just, go get him tiger.”

He knows it’s now or never, so Sebastian goes to the opposite end of the bar and tells the bartender to get you a drink.

-- The bartender hands you another drink. It’s top shelf which catches your eye. A couple men have bought you shots and stuff throughout the night but so far when the bartender pointed to who they all weren’t your type. Or they quickly stopped being your type the moment they opened their mouths.

When you ask who, this time, the bartender cocks his head to the end of the bar. You look over and it’s Sebastian! Your eyes go wide, unsure of what to do. What is he doing here?! Here, where you are looking like a complete faggot and nothing like you do at work. But he’s your friend right, he would’ve found out eventually and he just bought you a drink?

You tamp down the flicker of hope that tries to spark. So you just smile and raise the drink to him raising your eyebrows. It’s friendly coworker shit right? He’s just being nice. Your brain is forced to stop working overtime when he approaches you and starts speaking.

“I could barely recognize you y/n!” He says smiling and friendly, but with a hint of something? And he is blatantly looking you up and down. Tongue between his teeth. Oh. You can’t help lighting up despite being nervous. “Well let’s just say the Ferrari uniform is not my personal style.” You joke. “This definitely suits you much better.” He blatantly flirts, which catches you bit off guard, but you try not to show it, excitement now replacing your nerves. “You think the boss will let me wear a crop top to work?” “Maybe I could ask him nicely.” Sebastian says and then leans closer.

“Having something so pretty in my garage can only bring me good luck right?” “Oh, I don’t think you need luck, Seb.” You laugh because now you are definitely blushing.

“Every driver needs luck.” He says low.

The way he's looking at you. It’s almost too much. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. In the span of a few minutes you’ve basically come out to a coworker turned friend, but also discovered that apparently Sebastian Vettel, Ferrari driver, four time world champion also likes men. And now said Ferrari driver and friend is flirting with you.

You can't wait to see where the night goes.

#to be continued?#my writing #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x male reader #f1 x you #f1 fic #sebastian vettel x reader #Sebastian vettel x male!reader #sv5 x reader #sv5 #sv5 fanfic

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charlie-lec-stories · 11 months ago

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Invisible string // CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Vettel!Sister

Summary: While on a difficult time in his life, Sebastian discovers that his family is way bigger than he thought.

Warnings: Alcohol and drugs consumption, strong language.

Author’s Note: This story is and is not about Charles, but it's a nice story and I thought that it would be nice to include it on this blog. I'm not comfortable with writing about the death of real people, so even though reader is Sebastian's little sister, I changed the names of his parents and to feel more comfortable with the plot. You have to remember that this stories are originally done for my own fictional characters and I adapt them to the F1 world to include Charles on them, so when I write about Sebastian's family I am not speaking of the real one. Rate: +16 (sensitive language and mature activities)

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"Sebastian, I'm so sorry for your loss". It was the tenth time he had heard that phrase in an hour, and even though he was grateful for so many people being there for him, he was sick and tired of the condolences. He smiled sadly at yet another friend of his father, Klaus, and quickly looked around, searching for Hanna, his wife, to save him from the situation. He found her at the other side of the room, she instantly understood him and made her way to where he was. She started some light conversation with the older man, sending Sebastian a complicit look, giving him his cue to leave. He swiftly escaped to the kitchen and hid there for a few minutes.

"Hi, kid". Sebastian looked up to find Henry, his father's best friend. The British man was like family to Sebastian and now that his father had joined his mother in Heaven, Henry felt like the last piece of family Sebastian had. "I've been looking for you".

"Well, you found me. I thought I had done a better job at hiding though. I'm not really in the mood for more condolences". Henry pulled away a chair and sat next to him, patting his back lightly, trying to be as comforting as he could.

"You don't need to hide from me, Seb". They both laughed softly, the tension on Sebastian's back loosening a bit.

"I know. I'm just... overwhelmed, I think". He let out a long sigh, and Henry squeezed his shoulder, his heavy hand finding a home there.

"I know, I felt the same when my father passed away. My brother was a good help at the moment, he took care of everything, I just felt like it all was too much. I actually went to your father's and hid there for hours. Came back home, stoned as fuck, just in time to put the old man to the ground". Sebastian smiled, he knew that story, his father had told him about the time he and Henry smoked weed like two Woodstock hippies the day Henry's father died. "Klaus was a good friend, but sometimes I feel a big debt with my big brother, he really stepped up that day".

"You're lucky to have a brother to be there for you at a time like that. I think that's one of the cons of being a single child". Sebastian felt Henry tense up, and the warm hand that was once on his shoulder, now slipped away, as if Henry was unable to maintain the contact. "What? What is it?".

"Seb...". The tension grew so thick that Sebastian had to move away slightly. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. "You know I wasn't just your father's best friend, I was also his lawyer". The younger man nodded slowly, his narrowed and confused eyes focused on the older man. "I may just give you this now, I would rather see you next week for the will's reading with this information a little bit more processed".

"What are you talking about?". Henry looked inside his coat, taking an envelope out of his pocket and handing it to Sebastian, who took him with trembling hands. "Henry, what is this?".

"That's a letter your father wrote to you, twenty years ago". Sebastian took the letter out and started reading right away.

"A sister? A baby sister?". Henry saw the array of emotions that passed the younger man's eyes: confusion, anger, sadness, disappointment, happiness. Sebastian felt every emotion he was capable of in just a few seconds, as his father's words sunk in. The letter was about the time when his parents had briefly separated and Klaus had gone to Henry's home in England to spend a few weeks, while he decided what to do about his marriage. He wrote about how he met a lovely woman, and that after one night with her, he decided that he was getting a divorce, but then, a 9 years old Sebastian called him and asked him when he was coming home and he understood that he loved his life in Germany, with Sebastian and Lina, his wife. He left the lovely woman behind and went back home, just to get a call a year later, letting him know that he had a daughter but the lovely woman wanted nothing to do with him. The letter finished with Klaus begging for Sebastian's forgiveness.

"He left half of everything he had to that little girl, who's not so little now. He asked me to find her once he passed away and let her know that there were some things that he wanted her to have, but, most importantly, he wanted you both to meet". Sebastian, who just then noticed that he was crying, wiped his tears away angrily.

"Why? Why hide this from me?". Henry gathered the courage to place his hand on Sebastian again and ran his finger through the grieving man's blonde locks.

"Because he was too scared to do anything about this while he was alive, but he knew that you deserved to know the truth".

A week later, Sebastian was sitting in Henry's office, Hanna by his side and Henry drinking a cup of tea in front of him while they waited for the girl to show up. Henry found her in the same town Klaus had met her mother, a little town that was Henry's home for a short period of time in 1996. It was crazy, but she was born on July 3rd, 1997, exactly on Sebastian's 10th birthday. He had always wanted a little sibling so it kind of felt like a birthday present, one he had hoped to know about way sooner. They waited but as the minutes passed, Sebastian started to lose hope on ever meeting his sister. What if she didn't show up? What if she didn't want to meet him? Henry sent the letter, but she never answered. What if she just didn't care about her father's side of the family? Hanna grabbed his hand and he felt a little bit of comfort, but the fear in his heart could only subside with the mystery girl's presence. There were some muffled voices that rang on the other side of the door and Hanna turned around expectantly to see who they were, but Sebastian couldn't move, not even when the door opened and his wife gasped, him too afraid to turn around.

"Good afternoon, is this Mr. Henry Wood's office?". Even if the thick Northern British accent took him by surprise, Sebastian was still petrified, and he saw Henry get up to welcome the people who walked in.

"Yes, I'm Henry. You must be Eleanor". Two sets of feet could be heard and Sebastian understood that his sister didn't show up alone. They both reached the desk and just then, he could move to look up. There was an older woman, in her 50s, dark reddish hair and green eyes looking down at him with an expression he couldn't quite read. Next to her was a younger girl, her face shared a lot of features with him, she was unmistakably his sister, a Vettel without a doubt. It was strange, looking at her, a complete stranger, and still finding himself looking back. Her hair was lighter than her mother's, but they both shared green eyes.

"Yes, I'm Eleanor. This is Y/N". The girl shook Henry's hand, but she sat down not even looking at Sebastian once.

"Seb, if you don't mind, I'd like to start with Y/N's part of the will". Hanna had to elbow him, because he was zoning out looking at the girl.

"Yes". He finally said, looking back at Henry and clearing his throat. "Of course I don't mind".

Henry took his time, properly going through every part of Klaus' will. The older German left the summer house, one car and half of his bank account to his estranged daughter, and the rest to Sebastian, which included the family home, one car and the other other half of the money. Y/N never said a word, if it wasn't for him constantly looking at her, he could have sworn that she wasn't even there. Eleanor spoke up a few times, asking about legal processes and such, she sounded like a sweet woman, but Sebastian could see that she was trying to put on her mean face, doing her best to protect her child. Hanna had excused herself in the middle of everything, a chaotic call from their children sending her out of the office to play referee between their arguing toddlers. Henry walked out once the will was completely read, telling them that he needed to grab some other papers for them to sign. Eleanor started telling her daughter about what they were going to do with the summer house, that they could keep it or sell it, that if she wanted to sell it, they could rent a hotel room and use the money to do some remodeling and sell it for a higher price. Y/N spoke for the first time, agreeing with the selling.

"You're welcome to stay with us-". Sebastian started, but Eleanor cut him off.

"No, thank you". She had a hard look on her face, but the broken gesture on Sebastian's softened her a little. "I made a choice twenty years ago, and I stand by it, Sebastian. She's not a Vettel".

"But-". Eleanor got up and pulled her daughter with her.

"I said no. She's been more than fine without her father's influence. She won't start with this now". With that, she started to walk away, ready to wait outside for the final papers.

"I am not my father". Sebastian's angry tone made the two women turn around to look at him. He was still sitting, his body resting on the back of the chair, his gaze on the ground, until he looked up at them, tears threatening to spill out. "I was lied to, for twenty years. You knew we existed, I didn't. I was robbed of the chance of meeting her sooner, of watching her grow. I was robbed of the chance of being a brother, of forming a bond. So excuse me for trying to start now! Excuse me for wanting to get to know my sister!". Eleanor exchanged a look with Y/N, then, the girl walked up to Sebastian. The staring contest went on for a few seconds, then, she sat back down and wrote her phone number on a paper that she found on the desk.

He was shocked when Y/N showed up at his door the next month without Eleanor, her mother still choosing to stay in a hotel instead of Sebastian's house. Even though it was unrealistic, when he let her into his home, he kind of expected them to click instantly, but his bubble quickly popped. The following two weeks were a disaster, Sebastian learned that they not only had nothing in common, she actually seemed to dislike him. If he said white, she said black, if he said sweet, she said sour. Sometimes he wondered if she was doing it on purpose, just to start a fight. He had never met anyone so different to him and they argued for almost every little thing on a daily basis. He complained to Hanna every night, he didn't know what to do, he wanted his sister to like him, he wanted to build something great with her, but she only pushed him away. But Hanna told him something that made him keep fighting: "She could go back home whenever she wanted, she could even go to her mother, staying just fifteen minutes away from us, still, every night, she chooses to stay here. She may be having a hard time letting you in, but she's not backing down and neither should you".

There was one thing that he noticed she couldn't hate about his life, and that was racing. Every day she walked down the stairs, he could hear her stop for a few minutes to stare at his pictures on the walls, most of them from his Red Bull days, but some from his now Ferrari era. He could tell that she liked Formula 1, even if she tried to hide it, he could see the spark in her eyes whenever she lingered a little too long on a trophy in the living room, or when he and Hanna went over the last details of the new season starting next month. She always seemed to listen to those conversations without making any mean remarks. That shared interest gave Sebastian an idea, he could take her with him to the races, maybe she would like him a little better if she could see him in his element, doing what he loved and maybe showing off a little. It was also a chance to spend more time with her, just the two of them, getting to know each other better. It could be his chance to be an older brother. She accepted the offer, not before making a whole scene of her showing almost zero interest and telling him that she was doing it more for the chance of meeting cute drivers than to spend time with him. He pretended to believe her, whatever means necessary if it meant her spending time with him.

"Y/N, are you ready?". He yelled from the bottom of the stairs, his German punctuality stressing over the fact that she was taking her sweet time, guaranteeing them to be 10 minutes late for the time he had to be at the airport.

"Stop yelling! Jesus, you're insufferable". She complained as she walked down the stairs, her luggage heavy and hitting the edge of every step. He almost puked when she stood in front of him and saw what she was wearing. She had a white shirt with a Mercedes logo and number 44, Lewis Hamilton's name written on the back. She smirked at him and he looked back at her seriously, not finding anything funny in her little act.

"You know my number is 5, and I drive for Ferrari, right?". He loved Lewis, he was one of his closest friends, but there was no way in hell his sister was wearing that to the paddock.

"I know". She simply stated and walked past him, saying goodbye to Hanna and going to the car. He spent the whole ride to the airport thinking of a good excuse to give to his Team Principal about why she was wearing that, but there was nothing that he could come up with.

"Well... That's... something". Maurizio, his team principal said as Y/N sat on the jet and put on her earphones, ignoring everyone.

"She's not my biggest fan". Sebastian admitted, sighing as he looked at his sister buckling up.

"I can see that". Maurizio laughed a bit, finding the situation a lot funnier than Sebastian.

"I already like her". He heard Kimi, his teammate, add without looking up from his phone, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. It was going to be a long season.

To say that a white Mercedes shirt stood out in the sea of red would be an understatement. She was like a LED sign saying "I hate Sebastian Vettel'' and her little number caught the paddock's attention instantly. Walking into the paddock, she quickly ran away from him, going who knows where while he did everything that was required before the first practice. He spent all Friday without seeing her, until it was time to go back to the hotel and on Saturday, she was already making friends around and ignoring him. Her insistent effort to pretend like he didn't exist only fueled him to win, still, Lewis got pole and Kimi followed the Brit on the starting grid. Sebastian was fuming when he saw Y/N grin as she looked at him, satisfied with his anger. She was a menace, like a Vettel, but he could be even pettier, that's why, on Sunday, he ended up winning the race and enjoying the little tantrum she did before going back to the car locking herself in until he was ready to take her back to the hotel.

The next race, Sebastian got pole and won the race, enjoying more the fuming expression of his little sister than the win itself. But then came China and he ended up 8th even though he got pole position and it was her time to laugh. After almost a month hanging around the paddock, Y/N had made a lot of friends, especially with the drivers that were close to her age. She quickly befriended Max Verstappen and Pierre Gasly, who introduced her to the Alfa Romeo rookie, Charles Leclerc. Sebastian liked Charles, he was a talented kid and there was this rumor, almost confirmed, that he was the one that would take Kimi's seat the following season and become Sebastian's teammate. But Charles was a boy, and the German soon discovered he didn't like her sister hanging out with boys. The next two races ended up with Lewis taking the P1 spot and Sebastian wasn't sure what he hated more, losing or his sister being so incredibly happy with Lewis' wins. Maybe what he hated more was Y/N going out every weekend, clubbing with her new favorite drivers while he waited awake and stressed out for her to go back. She was twenty, it wasn't like he could ground her, but she was still a kid in his eyes and the idea of her drinking with those three boys wasn't his happiest thought.

"I'm going out". She informed him casually, then, he walked out of the bathroom and grabbed his jacket. She looked at him, frowning.

"Let's go". He said as he walked to the door.

"What are you doing?".

"It's obvious, innit?". Replied, smirking and making fun of her accent.

"There's no way you're coming with us". She crossed her arms and they heard her phone ring with a message notification, probably one of the boys telling her that they were outside to pick her up.

"I'm not asking you. Answer the text, tell your friends that I'm taking us to the club". She opened her mouth to complain, but he saw her face morph into a big grin.

"Sure, Seb". She took her phone out of her purse and quickly replied, with a suspicious look, she watched her walk out of the room and he followed her.

He learned that night that, if he pushed her buttons, he'd probably end up paying a high price. She drank her weight in alcohol and made out with half the club, she even got into a fight with a guy way bigger than her, and he was the one that ended up with a sore cheek. He had to literally tear her away from Max Verstappen, and then from Charles Leclerc, and somehow, from three other guys. She did everything she knew would make him mad and the next morning, she ignored his 20 minutes long sermon about her actions. But, she didn't win. He kept joining her on her clubbing and made it his mission to keep her away from trouble - and Charles' disrespectful hands, well she wasn't exactly complaining, but Sebastian still didn't like it-.

It was around their birthdays when they discovered that they were actually having fun together and, before they could notice, they ended up walking out of clubs laughing their asses off. The press had a field day with them, but Ferrari didn't seem to care, and it wasn't like he was getting in any trouble with Hanna for his nights out. Austria was the race before their birthdays and Max won, Sebastian coming in third. The Dutch celebrated shoving his tongue down Y/N's throat and Sebastian decided that he had enough, he could deal with the fights and the drunken mischief, but she was definitely not dating a driver. They spent their birthdays together in England, the first time they had a good time together without alcohol doing its magic. Charles Leclerc sent a gift and it had Sebastian rolling his eyes in annoyance, but it still was a sweet gesture, one he noticed his sister liked a lot. Eleanor was in a better mood, and Sebastian could appreciate a sweeter side of her. It was his best birthday so far. Thirty-one felt great and being an older brother felt even better, even if they still were having some issues.

The next weekend was Silverstone, and the Vettel siblings fell into their previous dynamic. It was Y/N home race and Sebastian wanted to win it more than anything, but she still wore Lewis' shirt. The Brit got pole position, but Sebastian won the race and, for the first time, his sister congratulated him for his win. They hugged tightly, he even let some tears roll down his face, it was their first time ever hugging. They didn't go out that weekend, instead, the party kids decided to join the Vettels for a nice and tranquil dinner. Sebastian got to appreciate better the developing relationship between his sister and Charles, how the young driver was slowly but surely winning her over, and he didn't like it, Sebastian didn't like it one bit. He thought he disliked Max, but he discovered that he could dislike Charles even more. Hanna noticed, because if there was someone on Earth that knew Sebastian like the back of their hand, that was Hanna. She could see the possessive spark in his eyes, the way he tensed as he watched Charles whisper something in Y/N's ear while she giggled. She knew that he was close to exploding, but to her surprise, Sebastian didn't do anything.

The following six wins from Lewis were interrupted by Sebastian's win in Spa, and again, even if she was still wearing white, his sister was there to congratulate him. He could feel that they were getting closer, but as their relationship got stronger, so did hers with Charles. By the end of the 2018 season, Sebastian finished second in the championship and his sister had officially started dating Charles, who was confirmed to become his teammate for the 2019 season. It was going to be uncomfortable, especially since Sebastian had made clear that he didn't like the relationship. He was convinced that Charles would cheat on her, because there were very few drivers that could be trusted and, from Sebastian's perspective, Charles wasn't in that selective group. She spent Christmas with the Vettels and her mother and New Year in Monaco, with the Leclercs. Sebastian was fuming, but he did what he could to keep himself in check. His relationship with Y/N was better, but she still kept him at arms distance, she still didn't trust him fully.

There were no words to express just how happy Sebastian was when he saw her dressed in Ferrari red, but the number 16 was definitely bugging him. Him and Charles got asked a lot about the tension of being teammates and in-laws in press conferences, and the German did what he could to play it cool, even if he was constantly day-dreaming about cutting Charles' hands off. Charles was nice and seemed to admire Sebastian a lot, he was a four times world champion after all, but the older driver just couldn't stand the Monegasque. It was a shame, because if it wasn't for Charles' relationship with Y/N, Sebastian was sure that he would like Charles. The thing is, he was jealous, he hated the fact that she trusted Charles more than him, even if she had known him for less time. The couple shared so much, and Sebastian just wanted his sister to share just one little thing with him, but they were in this weird position where she accepted him as her brother, but they weren't close. Charles had gone to her house, been in her room, knew what she liked, knew childhood stories and shared some inside jokes with her. Sebastian didn't know anything more than what he could guess from the time they had known each other, but she refused to share information with him. They were amicable, but they didn't have a bond and Sebastian hated that she did form one with Charles.

Mercedes dominated and won the first eight races, Max won Austria again and then, after a very tense first half of the year, it was Sebastian and Y/N's birthdays again. After that, came Silverstone, and the tension that had been building up for so long was finally ready to explode. The race was the last drop, the glass was full and Sebastian was ready to set the world on fire. Charles finished on the podium and Sebastian 16th, after being given a ten-seconds penalty for nosing Max's car with his Ferrari. He did the best he could to smile for the cameras but he wanted nothing more than to go back to the hotel and take the longest shower of his life. He watched Y/N kiss and hug Charles before he went to the podium and something inside him just snapped. He grabbed his sister and pulled her to the Ferrari garage as quietly as possible. They started arguing, because they were amazing at getting each other angry, and what started as a petty but harmless sibling fight, ended up with Y/N crying her eyes out and storming out of his driver's room. He went back to the hotel and took his so wanted shower, but when he got out, he didn't feel any better. As the time passed, he felt worse, and when he got an angry message from Eleanor, he knew that he had to fix what he had broken. He knew that she wasn't exactly helping to make things easier, but he was the big brother and if he really wanted the role, then he had to step up.

The trip to Eleanor's house wasn't long, and he noticed that he spent more time standing outside the door than he spent driving there. It was the first time he went there, the previous year they celebrated their birthdays in a restaurant and Y/N had refused to invite him to their home. He walked up to the door and after three failed tries, he finally rang the bell. He waited, the anxiety eating him alive, his heart beating faster as he heard footsteps getting closer to the door, what he didn't expect was Charles to be on the other side of it. He frowned, while the younger driver looked back at him, unamused. Charles actually looked like he was judging him and that angered the german, still, he did his best to contain himself and remembered, he was there to apologize.

"She's not here". Charles said and Sebastian raised an eyebrow at him, Charles rolling his eyes and then explaining. "She went to buy some ice-cream with her mom".

"Can I come in and wait for them?". He saw Charles hesitate, but then move aside to let him in. They sat on the living room sofa, in complete silence. Sebastian took a moment to look around, a lot of pictures of his sister hanging on the walls. "Do they leave you alone here often?".

"Well, yeah". Sebastian was curious, how could Charles have all that privilege while he was constantly begging for his sister's attention.

"This is my first time here". He admitted, and Charles just nodded, shifting uncomfortably on his end of the couch.

"Uhm... I know". Sebastian just scoffed.

"Of course you know. You know more about my sister and our relationship than me". Charles could hear the venom dripping from the words and tried to calm down.

"Don't say that. It's not like I know everything". The sour laugh Sebastian let out was pushing Charles closer to the edge.

"Well, you must be more than aware that she hates me".

"She doesn't-". But the other cut him off.

"Don't lie to me, not about this". It was the hurt in Sebastian's voice that gave Charles the last push.

"Come with me". Charles got up and he followed, both of them walking up the stairs and stopping in front of a white door, Y/N name painted on it. "I promised her I wouldn't tell you, but I can't stand this anymore". The Monegasque opened the door and walked in, Sebastian right behind him. The sight inside left him speechless: His face was everywhere. There were posters, Red Bull merchandising, Ferrari flags, everything with the number 5, everything with his name. The posters were notoriously old, some were even roughed up by the years. "I know that you think she knew about you her whole life, but she didn't. She got a letter, for her twentieth birthday, from your father. Her mother had to tell her then, the truth about who her father was. But the craziest thing is, she was your biggest fan, even when she didn't know you were related. She saw you win your first championship when she was thirteen and begged her mother to buy her everything she could find about you. You were her hero. She worshiped you, Seb".

"I signed this". He said, his fingers faintly gazing at a Red Bull cap that was hanging from the headboard of the bed.

"She went to Silverstone 2012, Webber won, you were third. She was outside the paddock when you walked up to them as you were going in. Signed her cap and told her to follow her dreams. It meant the world to her. She used to race in karting". He couldn't stop the tears even if he wanted to, full on crying as he sat on the bed and hugged the cap close to his chest.

"But then why does she hate me so much?". How could this happen? She felt it, she felt the bond. Even when they didn't know, she did, deep down, she did.

"Your father went back to your family, left her mom alone, then her mother wanted him out completely when she had the baby. She just grew up hating the man that used her mom as a night-stand and then ran back to Germany. When she learned that the same man she hated her whole life was also your dad... it was just too much". Charles walked up to the bed and sat down next to him, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "She loves you, Seb. She loves you so much".

"What the fuck, Charles?!". They both looked up and found Y/N and Eleanor standing at the door, Y/N furious as she gripped a bowl of ice-cream. The Monegasque opened his mouth to explain, but she was quicker. "How could you do this to me?".

"Mon amour, I'm so-".

"Bullshit! You're not sorry, you're a fucking traitor". Her accent got a lot thicker the angrier she got. Sebastian, still crying, got up and stood in front of her.

"Don't, please, don't get mad at him". Sebastian begged. "I needed to know this, I needed to know that you actually like me. Y/N, please, I love you so much. I dreamed and begged for you my whole life, you have no idea how much happier I am knowing that you exist. I know that my father was a piece of shit to you both, I know that I can't fix that, but please, I'm begging you, give me a chance". He saw her doubt, he saw her hurt, but the moment she jumped on him and gripped him tightly he knew they were never letting go. "Thank you". He whispered on her hair and she just squeezed him on a deadly grip. They pulled apart and she looked at Charles, who was patiently waiting for her to forgive him, or kick him out. "You know, Charles is alright. I mean, 16 is not that bad of a number".

"I'd rather wear number 5, though". She said and Charles looked down. "But I don't want to be a shitty girlfriend, so I guess I can wear a cap with the number 16 along with my Vettel shirt". Charles looked up again and smiled wide at her. "Okay, listen, I swear to God, if you spill my secrets again, I'm dumping your ass".

"Won't happen again, Amour, I promise". He then looked at Sebastian. "So... I'm alright?".

"Don't push it, Leclerc".

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This story was based on a real case of two brothers separated when they were little, and the younger became a fan of his older brother's band without knowing they were related. It was really bittersweet when they discovered that they were brothers. I hope you liked this.

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot

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inchidentally · 11 months ago

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@vastappenen LISTEN okay so this is the full spin-off of the Charlos part of my Prince Lando AU post

I cannot write real fic so this is just like me doing a retelling of what's gone on in my mind lol - and this is the post of Charles in White that's screencapped above

(side note my friend was listening to this haunting music while I wrote this so it might help set the scene - it's called "Fancy on a Bach Air" by Yo-Yo Ma)

this gets a bit NSFW toward the end so fair warning!

ok so to start, this is what was in my original post

Unfortunately the royal courts of Europe were shaken by a quick series of upsets: His Serene Highness Lorenzo of Monaco abdicated the throne in search of a quieter life - his heart had never been in it since his father, the former Sovereign Prince, had become ill and abdicated. This left Lorenzo’s unwed brother Charles to be hastily crowned Prince Regent at the tender age of 22 (too young to be crowned Sovereign Prince bc modern monarchy rules I’m inventing). As a result Charles suffered the loss of his long-time suitor, nobleman Sebastian Vettel, who couldn’t bear the thought of being Sovereign Prince let alone of a land that wasn’t even his own.

Enter the Sainz Vázquez de Castro elders seizing the opportunity and negotiating a deal with Monaco in private conclave with the Papal State (??) to wed their son Carlos to the Prince Regent. Carlos is ashamed at giving in to the temptation… to not just be Prince Consort but to be Sovereign Prince, to rule over the vast wealth of Monaco and by extension the Holy See, to have the coveted beauty Charles in his bed. So he agrees to be spirited away to Monaco and the ugly business of dissolving his betrothal to Lando is left to members of church and state.

But Carlos experiences a complete conversion when Charles is on his knees in the cathedral - looking up at him with docile green eyes as Carlos’ fingertips touch the warm red roses of Charles’ lips as he holds the chalice of holy wine for Charles to drink. Carlos was almost hard beneath the ermine and velvet robes in a house of God when the crown was on his head and Charles next to him - and slightly below - smiling up at him with filaments of gold hanging from pendants on his chaplet, framing his achingly beautiful face. If Carlos feels his immense happiness and prosperity darken whenever he sees Lando’s picture or encounters him at one of the courts then no one need know.

ok so I've removed this from the narrative to of course be charlos true happiness endgame and removed Seb entirely, or he can just be called a close confidante and possible candidate to marry Charles but not very serious.

I imagine young Carlos Jr. moving through the royal courts as a child and teen and seeing the royal children of Monaco sometimes. in my weird version of royalty I have it that Lorenzo is the natural successor to the throne and therefore has always been allowed to dress and be seen "normally". as a second child, Charles was always the rightful property of whichever alliance would maintain Monaco's independence. he was raised mostly in the Prince's Palace and when playing or venturing to where he could be seen he's attended by a retinue of guards each carrying a gonfalon to conceal the young prince from view. on the rare occasions that the prince will be around those not within his immediate family or private staff, he is carefully wrapped in embroidered, jeweled white silks or cottons (depending on the climate) with only his eyes visible. the only color allowed being a scarlet silk girdle around his hips. until he reaches maturity or is married he wears a ferronnière with a single white diamond at his forehead. (I imagine the wrapping as looking like fancy white fireproofs that cover the hands as well and a long, flowy tunic over the top with smart little white renaissance boots (that Charles hates).

Prince Charles is also not permitted to speak outside of his family circle/staff but he is taught multiple languages and fond rumors spread that the prince has a charming lilting accent that comes from a little of everywhere. he is also taught the piano and there is a place on the shore that only locals know of where fairy echoes of his playing can be heard. they call it his 'lone voice' because the mood inside the palace can be judged by the prince's choice of music. childish and jolly for a while, then more challenging pieces, until his eighteenth birthday and an unknown dirge for his godfather who had perished during a racing tourney that summer. the prince's music would change over the years but it would never be joyful again.

I imagine many instances over the years of Carlos Jr. being coaxed by a conniving Carlos Sr. into bowing low to the small, mummified-looking creature that everyone assures him is a prince. the eyes and vague suggestion of white-clad hands and feet are the only indications that this is true, but the big green eyes are very expressive and seem to smile whenever they meet Carlos' own big brown eyes. Prince Lorenzo has a kind smile and would be a good playmate but solemnly maintains his position by his parents' side. Prince Arthur comes along in a bundle of energy and mischief - being blessed with a birthright to total freedom so long as his elder siblings are alive. he enjoys being swung around and thrown in the air by Carlos Jr. which helps pass the tedium of royal engagements. Arthur is clearly the favorite of Charles who rather mothers him - especially when the Sovereign Prince falls ill and hushed preparations are made behind palace walls for Lorenzo to take the throne. Charles is so deep in mourning for his godfather and soon his own father that his presentation at court is delayed indefinitely as it would be cruel to open him up to marriage bids that would inevitably take him from his home.

in the meantime, Carlos Jr. has grown into his large features and promises to inherit all his father's looks and daring. at his father's encouragement - "by the time you wed a virgin, you will need to know everything there is to know about pleasing them" - Carlos enjoys countless conquests across every continent on the globe. he's a seasoned bachelor by the age of 20 and has been given his own estate outside of Madrid to party, race expensive cars and drink expensive wine. but even as he wakes between the thighs of this or that beautiful boy or girl, his mind recalls the hours spent at court in Monaco trying to discern the subtlest lines of Prince Charles' body beneath the absurd layers of drapery. he knows for sure that the prince is slim but not scrawny. that his posture is upright and proud and stands about the same height as Carlos. at times when he scoops Arthur up to hold on one hip, Carlos can discern the fine dip of a small waist - probably small enough for Carlos' big hands to meet around. what a gift-wrapped present for whoever got to marry him!

but by the time they next meet, news has traveled all over of the Sovereign Prince's health and plans for the reluctant Prince Lorenzo to be hastily crowned. during their first visit after this news, Carlos Jr. makes his usual low bow to Prince Charles but when he looks up he sees tears clouding the prince's green eyes. it twists Carlos' heart and he boldly takes the prince's hand and presses a hurried kiss to the silk and at the same time trying to speak with his eyes how sorry he is for the prince. the small noise Charles makes at Carlos' boldness is a precious secret Carlos holds like a tangible thing against the breast of his tailcoat as he hurries down the steps before any of the other royals can notice what he's done.

[this is when the above section from my AU comes in and Carlos is attempted to be married off to Prince Lando, Lorenzo abdicates, Charles can only be named Prince Regent bc of his status etc and a hasty arrangement is made for him to marry Carlos]

at their wedding I imagine Charles' veil/headdress to be much lighter and tied in a simple knot at the base of his head. the only time Charles is called to speak is to swear fealty to the crown, to his country, and to his husband (it's also the first time Charles' voice has been heard by almost everyone in the Cathedral including Carlos. it sounds like joyous music, dipping deep and rich one moment and high and sweet the next - with a little bubble of laughter at the end. Carlos wants to hear him talk forever.) when the priest finishes his blessing, Carlos put a hand beneath Charles' chin and guides him to stand. he moves closer to Charles than he has ever been permitted and circles his arms around his neck to untie the knot. the veil falls away and a collective gasp rises up from the cathedral through the clouds of incense. Carlos doesn't gasp so much as suck in a triumphant breath through his nostrils and lifts his chin in triumph. Charles is not just the chaste ideal of beauty that the court and citizens of Monaco had whispered about for years, he is the vision of temptation itself: a delicate brush-spatter of freckles beneath a flush on finely molded cheekbones, a straight French nose that was the final word on French noses, and perfectly smooth lips in the shape of a patriotic 'M' and the exact red of Monaco's flag. the prince's hair and brows have all the shades of a glossy hazelnut and a thick fan of lashes surrounded the green eyes - all that Carlos had known of him until now. but soon, he would know everything about Charles and in a way no one else ever had or would.

Carlos is supposed to buss a small, ceremonial barely-there kiss to Charles' lips to please the court but of course he can't help himself and, holding Charles' face in his big hands, presses a fiercely possessive (thankfully still close-mouthed) kiss that nearly makes Charles collapse. murmurs go around the cathedral of "well, those Spaniards, you know".

when they are crowned, my version of royalty has the priest setting the heavy gold crown on Carlos' head but Carlos in turn places the chaplet of gold leaves and gemstone pendants on Charles. Carlos is flying as high as mortal can when he can finally lead Charles out to the balcony and show him off to the waiting public. Carlos wonders if there's a man on earth who possesses more wealth than he does at that moment.

but there's one more thing he doesn't yet have! oh you bet the bedding ceremony is weird and fucked up and poor Charles is using the short time they have alone as they move through the halls (merely flanked by guards) to nervously and apologetically explain to Carlos what they will need to do. something about protocol for regents who found it difficult to "perform" under such circumstances etc. Carlos just puts a big warm hand to Charles' lips as they are rushed along, leaning into to whisper that he'd take Charles' virginity in front of his own grandmother if that's what was required and his desire still wouldn't be dampened.

the chamber is small and has one purpose. the clergy stand behind wrought iron mullioned screens but Charles can see their eyes clearly and has known many of them all his life. he'd probably faint dead away from nerves if Carlos didn't pull him close and kiss him so deep and dirty it should've turned Charles' white gown red with lust. Carlos tells him to look only into his eyes, that he'll take good care of him. there's a whole intense sexy element to Carlos unwrapping Charles the rest of the way, just like the birthday present he'd imagined when he was a teenager. he probably spends WAY too much time on foreplay considering the witnesses are only there to see one thing and then leave but Carlos knows that Charles deserves this. by the time they've reached the point where Carlos can reach a hand between them and literally 'come' up with the goods to hold up and be viewed, Charles' moans are reaching up to the rafters. there's a rustle and murmured blessings as the priests finally withdraw.

Carlos is like FINALLY and decides to give Charles every bit of the benefit of his vast experience and looks smug as hell when Charles' attendants have to physically carry Charles to his own bed bc Carlos fucked him senseless lmao

agfalsgfsla this was so weird and detailed and I do not know WHERE it came from but if an actual writer sees this and wants to write it properly PLEASE tag me or message me!!!

EDIT: these are great photo references for adult Charles and Carlos in this AU

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#charlos #carlos sainz jr x charles leclerc #mine #I hope you enjoy @vastappen !!#f1 royalty au #prince of monaco

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delusinaldreamer19 · 4 months ago

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After receiving some interaction with this post I made about my feelings on the Undertaker, I wanted to clarify some of the things I said. And give, you know, actual points + evidence for why I don’t like him.

I’ll start by rephrasing that very point. It’s not that I don’t like him as a character, it’s that I think he’s evil. Maybe one of the most evil characters in the series.

@abybweisse left a comment on my post saying how Yana had specified that UT wasn’t the main villain of the story. I agree. But whether or not he’s the main villain of the story doesn’t take away from how evil his actions are.

I’m just going to go ahead and get the main point across, or my main reason for “hating him” ig.

He needed r!Ciel’s body in order to revive him. In order to retrieve his corpse from the sight of the sacrifice, he needed to have known where it was. In order to retrieve r!Ciel’s body before the place fully burned down after being set ablaze by Ciel & Seb, he would have needed to be there when it was happening.

Remember this panel?

There are numourus theory’s abt it, but I personally believe it’s UT.

Case and point, he must have known that the twins where being held captive by the cult. Whether or not he knew about all the ways they were being abused is kind of irrelevant—I feel that seeing them in the cage would be enough to know they were being harmed.

This biggest thing about him that I just can’t get past is why didn’t he intervene?

Your telling me that the same person who said “I can’t bare to lose another Phantomhive” just sat by and watched as one of these Phantomhives he supposedly cares so much about was murdered right before his eyes? It’s just doesn’t sit right with me.

I’m halfway to believing that he specifically waited for r!ciel (and prob o!ciel) to die so that he could do the whole reanimated corpse thing. But I’m not convinced that will be the main payoff of his actions within the series.

Speaking of his actions…yeah I’m not done.

What is the point of him essentially ruining o!Ciel’s life? Seriously. Framing him for the sapphire music hall incidents, kicking him out of his own home, stripping him of everything he has aside from Seb and his servants. Like- why? What does that do to further his goals (whatever they may be)?

I feel like he could have kept the whole reviving r!ciel thing more…idk personal? Privet? Like revealing to only o!ciel that he’d done that.

And why revive Doll if not to specifically torment o!ciel with a ghost of his past? Or at least to have some sort of negative effect on him?

There are so many questions about the UT, and while we don’t have the answers for them yet, the questions themselves paint him in a very bad light.

Yes, he had some sort of relationship to Claudia. Yes, he cried over the picture of Vincent. He may care about the Phantomhives in some manner, but I can’t help but feel that he doesn’t care about o!ciel. He may have had a few lines that suggest otherwise, but is actions have spoken very loudly through this series.

If I had to put it into a theory, I’d say I think his main reason for doing all of this is that he just want to pit a real human (o!ciel) against one of his reanimated creations (r!ciel) to see which will come out on top. His whole thing has always been laughter and entertainment.

But that’s just the impression I’ve gotten from thinking about the Undertaker and trying to piece his actions together. Do I think this is the real motivation that Yana has in store for him? No. But I just can’t seem to get past it.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #Undertaker #undertaker black butler #black butler undertaker #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #o!ciel phantomhive #r!ciel phantomhive #r!ciel #o!ciel #black butler theories #black butler headcanons #black butler analysis #my post #my analysis

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whatisreggieshortfor · 1 year ago

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As @rebelrayne has done with Real Life Gary

I bring you Real Life Seb’s thoughts on the new islanders- purely based on the Instagram post pictures.

Jamal-

Looks like a fucking barista

Beach surfer

Overly excited

Bella-

Oh god

Ozzy-

Fucking Chad

Ivy-

That’s a girl I’d like to talk to at a library

Ryan-

Reminds me of myself

Grace-

Who let Nicki Minaj on here?

Lewie-

Oh god

It’s the Marine

*told him Lewie’s job*

What’s that Deadpool said about David Beckham mouth sexing a dolphin because that’s what you’ve got here

Roberto-

*long silence*

He looks like somebody you’d see at a rodeo

Chloe-

I bet she could mix an amazing drink

*told him Chloe’s job*

Not with that chest.

Elliot-

That goober.

*he’s wondering why all the men were topless*

Looks like a guy I wouldn’t talk to at the bar.

#litg #litg double trouble #real life Seb speaks

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romanticgremlin · 21 days ago

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Through the Iron Bars.

Chapter 1.

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I'm bad at summaries. Seb's in Azkaban, he's gonna break out, excitement ensues.

First chapter!

There will be NSFW content, but not yet!

TRIGGER WARNING FOR DARK THEMES. MURDER.

Please keep in mind, I have a darker raunchier version of Sebastian post Azkaban coming out as well.

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You're really a brilliant dueler!

Lacewing Flies?

Of course I can dance! I'm a Gaunt!

Sebastian, please!

Cast it on me.

Perhaps we should part ways

I can tell you like her Sebastian.

I can be sneaky.

Go on…cast it. Before I change my mind.

How dare you treat Ominis this way! This isn't you!

Why don't you just go talk to her if you're so curious…

Somethings wrong.

You've made your choice.

Thank you for the shrivel Fig.

You couldn't best me if you tried.

We all know that I'm the attractive twin and you're the brainy twin!

The dark arts are not to be trifled with!

Absolutly not!

Sebastian…

Quite perceptive, that one.

You're my best friend.

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The voices of Anne, Ominis and her.

They bounce around in his head every minute, every second. Every hour in here.

When he first arrived, his thoughts were mainly of how horrible his surroundings were. How unfair things were for him. How he’d been betrayed by his friends. He was only trying to help Anne, couldn’t they see that? They were the selfish ones.

Time passed. He didn't know how much.

His hair grew longer and he broiled in his anger and dispair. The days were long and cold.

Musty water would drip down the slate gray walls of stony bricks one by one. He'd sit there counting them, his head leaned at a strange angle, barely able to lift his neck enough to watch. Wind blasted occaisionally through the wrought iron bars of his window, making the drips change direction slightly, causing them to collide or drift from each other.

Those were his favorite days.

He’d assign names to each droplet and watch as they lived a dance of life influenced by the sea air. It was only until he’d started having nightmares of Solomon that he couldn't stand his favorite hobby of raindrop watching anymore. No one like to sit around and be passive more than Solomon. Never did he want to be compared to his fathers brother, so he started moving. Pushups, situps, whatever he could do. The only thing he had was his body. Just like magic, he'd add another skill to his repoitoire. It made him smile to have such a victory. A skill no one could stop him from practicing. It kept him sane for a bit longer.

After Solomon appeared in his nightmares it was Anne’s turn, then Ominis. Each time he would awake, sore and damp with sweat, unable to do anything other than debate himself and wretchedly sob once he lost the arguments he himself picked. He tried desperatly at first, to argue that it hadn't been murder, trying to make his actions make sense to them in his head.

His legs grew longer and he no longer disagreed with them, he took their anger and hung his head heavy, asking for forgiveness. If only he could do it in real life.

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His chest and lower abdomen grew a trail of soft hair and he dreamt of her.

Not a nightmare. No. He only ever dreamt of her.

The guards had given him a new set of clothes that fit him better and he felt like a new man for a time.

She came to him in the night again, like she always had. Her sturdy voice carried so much strength and vulnerability for him now. Caring and considerate but fierce and just when needed. She had been a good friend to him. One who held him accountable for his actions.

He’d been horrible to her. Manipulative. Accusing. Angry. In the dark of the room he grit his teeth.

He’d asked for her forgiveness, begged even. His fist clenched tightly, knuckles white. Why was he so angry. And at her alone. He shook his head, squeezing his eyes so hard thst he saw stars for a moment and rolled over on the thin slab of what the guards called a bed.

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He tries to speak. To say something to a guard. It’s jarring. His own voice. Deeper.

Enough to tell him years had passed.

He vomits on the cold hard slate ground.

_____

His hand is wider than the space between the cell bars now and they’ve put someone into the empty cell next to him. Nothing comes of it for several days until a voice calls out to him.

“Oi.”

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Ben was a bit younger and bit dumb, but he had to admit that he could have had a worse neighbor and after a while It wasn't uncommon for them to spend hours talking to each other about anything they could think of.

“If a Ghost fought a dementor, what'd ya reckon would happen?” Ben would say, causing a snort to escape Sebastian which then tumbled into a full on laugh. It took a while for him to get use to speaking again, much less laughing.

He thanked everything good in this world for Ben some days.

“A dementor can’t suck out a ghost’s soul because it doesn’t have a soul to suck out anymore and a ghost can’t interact with anything on the physical plane. I don’t think anything would happen.” he reply to the boy between laughs.

“No, I think it’d be cooler than that.” Ben would mumble in an huffy indignant voice after a small amount of time.

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He could hear Ben’s voice getting deeper.

There were nights where all he could do was think. Curled up in a fetal position on the floor, shaking, a right bloody mess, consumed by all his worst thoughts. Anne was probably dead. Ominis had been probably married off and forced to love someone he didn’t know. Or worse, someone he did know, someone cruel from his family.

He wouldn't dare to think about her. Last thing he knew, she was in the hospital wing. Dread settled in his belly at the thought of her. Dusty gold hair that smelled like something he could never describe imprinted itself in his brain like a brand on one of the highland cows. The long hours of quiet made the radical thoughts easier to rationalize and all he could do was lay there in terror, wondering if he’d ever have any answers about the outside world.

Ben and him didn’t speak about these things. It was left unsaid. One would reach out to the other in the dark of night with their voice and the other would respond, a quiet understanding.

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He was taller than the guard now, who had to look slightly up when passing him food and he thinks of her again.

What would he do if he saw her?

Kill her?

Maybe.

Everthing is confusing about her.

Yell?

More likely.

He rolls over diggin his fingernail into his hand, not wanting to think about the real answer.

He hears a sniffle and glances at the unfeeling wall between him and the toher boy, glaring at it as if he could see Ben right through it if he tired hard enough. He clenches his teeth, a new bad habit he’s developed.

“Ben.” He says, bones creaking as he stands up, feeling twice his age. Whatever that might be at this point.

“Lets get out of here.”

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hiimkay · 2 years ago

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For Anne (Imagine)

THIS AUTHOR DOES NOT SUPPORT THE VIEWS AND/OR BELIEFS OF JKR, AND ANY ANTI-TRANS, ANTISEMITIC, OR OTHER LIKEWISE INTERACTIONS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED ANYWHERE ON THIS BLOG. TAKE YOUR HATE SOMEWHERE ELSE.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x gn!reader

Word Count: 3.7k words

Summary: After watching Sebastian continue down the path of the Dark Arts in search of a cure for his sister, you begin to worry for his safety. You'd do anything for Sebastian, and if that means appealing to the Keepers, you'll do your best.

Warnings: talk of dark magic and the Dark Arts, fluff, happy ending (i promise!)

"You've more than proven yourself! Talk to them, if not for me, then for Anne," Sebastian pleaded behind you as you looked at the tryptic Isadora had left in the Undercroft. You turn to look at him over your shoulder and sigh.

"I will speak to them, but you have to promise me that there will be no more dark magic involved. I'm tired of living everyday in fear of what might happen to you, Seb. I know you care about Anne and I know it feels like everyone else has given up on her, but I promise you that putting yourself in harm's way is not going to help her. So please, at least until I talk to the Keepers, stay out of trouble." You expected a witty remark, or a shrug, but it seemed as though Sebastian finally took one of your warnings to heart.

"I will never touch the Dark Arts again if you're able to heal Anne." You were smart enough to know that his words would never be entirely true, but you smiled at the thought. "I'd be indebted to you for the rest of my life."

"I'll call it even for you taking the blame in the library." He grinned at you, and you were able to catch a glimpse of the Sebastian you met on your first real day at Hogwarts. The Sebastian you had fallen in love with, the Sebastian that you would drop anything for. Damn him.

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"Y/N, welcome back. I must say that I am surprised to see you so soon, the next trial is yet to be prepared," Professor Rackham said, clasping his painted hands in front of him. You nodded, trying to figure out the best way to approach the conversation. You knew how each of the Keepers felt about using the Ancient Magic in such a way, made obvious throughout the trails, pensieves and conversations you had already been through with them. "To what do we owe this visit?"

"I came to appeal to you on behalf of a friend." It felt as if they already knew what you were about to ask of them, but they stayed silent. With each second, you felt smaller and smaller under their watercolor gazes. "I understand the risks that come with this rare form of magic, and I understand how wary you are of allowing me to even complete the trials, but I feel as though I need to at least ask for my own knowledge."

"Are you asking us to allow you to use your power as Isadora once did?" Headmistress Fitzgerald asked, her voice laced with shock.

"I am asking that just this once, you might teach me to take someone's pain away." You felt as if your only job had been to keep from disappointing the Keepers, and yet there you were, asking them to allow you to do the one thing that had nearly endangered wizard-kind once already.

"If you will only hear me out before making your decision, then I will take comfort in that and respect your much greater knowledge of this ability if you do refuse." You waited for them to tell you off, to dismiss you, to refuse that you go any farther with Ancient Magic at all. Instead, they looked down on you expectantly. This is for Anne, for Sebastian, and for anyone else that could get hurt if he continues down the path of darkness, you thought to yourself. Anything to coax the words from your throat. "My very dear friend, Sebastian Sallow, is a fellow fifth year here at Hogwarts. He has been nothing but welcoming to me since I arrived here in a most unusual fashion, and has never been anything but understanding with everything that has happened. He has a twin sister, Anne, she used to attend Hogwarts as well. Unfortunately, she had been exploring near their home in Feldcroft and fell victim to a curse of some kind. She experiences excruciating bouts of pain, often made worse by stress or negative emotions. It has become more prevalent lately because Sebastian has taken to the Dark Arts to try and find a cure for her ailment." Again, the Keepers stayed silent as they took in the full extent of your request. "His actions are causing a rift between himself and the only family he has left. His Uncle Solomon is threatening to take him to the Headmaster, possibly even the Ministry of Magic if he continues down this path, and I'm not so sure I disagree with him entirely."

"Does this boy know of your abilities?" Professor Rookwood asked, breaking their silence.

"He does. Unfortunately we've been through a few situations together where it was necessary to wield it. He knows what I am able to do, and although I understand how quickly a power like this can absorb a person, I feel as though I am at my wit’s end. I care about Sebastian deeply, and I fear this may be the only way to stop him from going down a path there is no return from." You reminded yourself to keep your voice down, as not to seem desperate. If there was even the spark of a chance they would agree, you'd need them to know that you weren't looking for more power, you were only looking to help someone. "I know you are wary after what Isadora did with her power, but I promise to you all that I am doing this to save multiple people from heartache and physical pain. In no way do I intend to use this for my own gain, and I will fully accept the responsibilities of my actions should anything happen. I just want the Sallows to finally have peace, I want my friend to keep himself out of trouble and I hope to give him back his happiness.” You bowed your head, not knowing if there was anything else you could say.

It was up to them now, whether they trusted you with this information or not would rely only on your honesty and their intuition.

"Well, you've certainly made your case, my child." Professor Fitzgerald smiled politely down from her portrait. "Would it be alright to give us some time to discuss between ourselves?" You looked up at her, trying to hide the fact that you were surprised they would even consider it.

"Of course. However long you need, I will wait. And as I said before, if you feel as though it is too dangerous, I will do my best to find another way to keep my friend from getting himself into trouble. I just couldn't go any further without asking, if not for anything else, than for his sake."

"We understand, more than you know. Return to us in two days time, I'm sure we will have an answer for you." You bowed your head again, more swiftly.

"Thank you, all of you, for your consideration. I know this is no small thing to ask of you." With that, you took your leave. You rushed up the stairs from the Map Chamber and took a breath of relief. It had gone better than you expected, but the hard part had only just begun. All you could do was wait.

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You had tapped your foot against the solid wood floor throughout the entirety of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, waiting for Professor Hecat to dismiss you so that you could rush down to the Map Chamber. However, as soon as she gave you all permission to leave for the day, your heart dropped into your stomach.

In only a few moments you would know whether or not you could help Anne Sallow heal from her pain, and you couldn't help but feel anxious. What would you do if they refused to grant their permission to you? What would you tell Sebastian? What would you do to keep him from returning to the Dark Arts?

As you snapped out of your thoughts, you found yourself at the top of the staircase leading to the Map Chamber. You had pondered your next move the entire walk, and your heart began to pound faster and louder in your ears as you took each step further down. You passed by the Floo flame that you could have taken to get here faster, but you appreciated the walk as much as you dreaded it. The doors to the Map Chamber swung open quietly and you approached the four Keepers as they quieted their discussion. Professor Rackham greeted you with a smile and it offered a small bit of comfort to your racing heart.

"Hello again, Y/N. Thank you, for giving us the time to discuss."

"Of course, sir. It is the least I could do in return for your consideration." You clasped your hands behind your back, wringing them together and pulling at your fingers as the weight of the world seemed to fall on you.

"We talked for quite some time, as you might imagine. This is no easy thing to ask or achieve. We understand the weight of the situation your... friend, has put you in, but we also know the risks you'll be taking on by wielding such a power. As you've seen thus far in your trials, Isadora was not ready for the knowledge. It is something we must live with and continue to protect others from." You nodded, remembering Isadora's pensieve in the Undercroft.

"We cannot be sure that you are ready to take on this ability, seeing as you haven't been able to finish the trials yet. But if what you say is true, more people may be put in danger by the path that Mr. Sallow is trying to follow," Professor Bakar sighed.

"I cannot imagine how you must feel, it seems as if the entire wizarding world is after you, my dear. I- we all sympathize with you in that respect." Headmistress Fitzgerald nodded down to you. You offered her a thankful smile in return.

"With all things considered, we cannot be certain how safe this knowledge is for you to hold..." You could feel your heart starting to crack in your chest. That would be it, they would tell you you were not ready and send you away, and you'd return to Sebastian with news that you would never want to give him. "But, it seems as if more rests on this than we could have anticipated. Therefore, we will bestow upon you the knowledge we have been protecting for centuries."

You froze, watching Professor Rackham as a journal manifested before you. You held your hands out and it fell softly into your palms.

"Before you do this, I must ask you to make a promise to all of us."

"Anything, sir."

"If you are able to successfully remove the girl's pain, rid her from the curse, we must ask that you contain it immediately. Do not let anyone or anything come into contact with it. Once it is contained, bring it back to us. Do not stop until that power is returned to the Map Chamber where it may be contained safely and correctly."

"Of course. I could not think of a safer place to keep it, I will bring it right away." Your eyes fell to the cover of the journal, a deep blue leather neatly folded over to hide the most unpredictable form of the magic you wielded. "I cannot ever express to you how much this means to me. I will not forget how you've entrusted me with this, and I will not forget my duty to you, as well as my fellow wizards."

"We trust that you will do well. If you do not, know that you are responsible and that we will be forced to take action." You nodded once more, pulling the cover of the journal back gently.

A flash of light blinded you as the pages began to flip erratically in your hands. Your head suddenly filled with images of pain leaving the body, appearing in its most raw, powerful, physical form. A surge ran through your ever nerve and then as quickly as it began, it was over. The journal flipped closed and disappeared from your hands. You blinked your eyes, readjusting to the dimness of the Map Chamber.

"Now, go do what you have set out to do. Help that boy and his family. Keep your intentions pure and your focus on only removing her pain."

"Thank you again, all of you. I am indebted to you." You turned on your heel and left, head still reeling with images and energy.

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"I've spoken with Anne, she agreed to let you try your hand," Sebastian said, grinning as he led you up the familiar path toward Solomon's home. "My uncle is still skeptical, but Anne said that she assured him nothing could get worse." You fiddled with the jar in your hands, hoping it would suffice in containing the magic until you could return it to the Keepers.

"I'm grateful that Anne trusts me enough to do this, I truly hope I can help her." Sebastian stopped ahead of you, almost causing you to run into him. He turned abruptly and pulled you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly and he sighed into your shoulder.

"Thank you for doing this. I know you've put a lot on the line just for me. I know you can do this." With his words, your worries seemed to fade to the back of your mind. Determination took hold and you hugged him back. After a moment, you released your hold on each other. His hand brushed against yours and a jolt of electricity ran through your veins.

He pushed the door to his uncle's home open and held it as you entered the warm environment. Solomon paced back and forth through the front room, seemingly conflicted. Anne turned from her spot at the table and smiled at you thoughtfully. You greeted her quietly and Sebastian stopped to stand near his uncle as you took a seat next to Anne.

"Hello, Y/N. Sebastian tells me you might know something that can... help me?" Her tone sounds skeptical, and you can't help but understand.

"I believe I might. I know Sebastian has tried time and time again with no difference, not for his lack of trying, but because he went about it the wrong way." She nodded, agreeing that his methods had been less than ideal.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what is so different about your method?" You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"In the time that I've been at Hogwarts, I've come to find that I have a connection to a rare form of Ancient Magic. I first saw traces of it on my way to the castle, which was when our carriage was attacked by a dragon. That was just the beginning of a path toward discovering and understanding the power I have the potential to wield. I have no idea how I came upon this connection, or why I was chosen, but I want to do good with it." She smiled, glancing over her shoulder at her brother.

"I can see why he likes you so much. You're good for him." You couldn't help the heat in your face as her smile grew wider. "I had a suspicion that his feelings weren't one-sided. Don't worry, I won't tell." And for one moment, you felt like a kid again. Just two girls discussing boys and trivial things.

"Well, then I should say that I understand Ominis' care for you as well." It was Anne's turn to go pink in the cheeks. "He has been worried about the both of you, but he's been trying to dissuade Sebastian for so long because he didn't want you to suffer any more than you have already." She chuckled, looking up at you.

"I do miss Ominis. He visits when he can, but it isn't the same as attending school together."

"I understand, after the time I've spent with the two of them I'm not sure what I'd do without them." She nodded, taking a deep breath. "Are you ready?" You asked.

"As ready as one can be in this situation."

"Thank you, again, for trusting me with this."

"If it won't make me any worse, then it doesn't hurt to try." You nodded one last time, setting the jar onto the table beside you. You pulled your wand from under your cloak and glanced to Sebastian, who gave you a small nod of approval. You took in the way Solomon stared quietly, most likely wondering how he ended up in such a situation.

"If my knowledge serves me right, you should not feel any pain as it is removed. If you do, please say something and I will stop immediately." You gave Anne a stern look, feeling slightly protective of the girl in such a vulnerable moment. She placed her hands on her knees and closed her eyes.

You pressed your wand lightly above her heart, closing your eyes as you envisioned the pain and torment leaving her body. Energy began to flow through your body and you could feel your power swirling down your arm and into your wand.

Take away Anne's pain. Take away Anne's pain.

Take away the curse that has left her so hurt.

Take away the curse that has affected her entire family.

Please work.

You heard a small gasp and slowly opened your eyes, watching as a black and green mass of dark magic slowly seeped away from Anne's chest. She watched as it left her body, slowly morphing around itself at the tip of your wand. She didn't show any sign of pain or discomfort, so you continued to pull.

As it grew, you watched how big it seemed in comparison to the magic that you had seen Isadora pull from her father. You held your breath, watching the last of the dark cloud leave Anne's body. Carefully, you pushed the tip of your wand into the jar, releasing the magic into its temporary holding container. You pulled your wand away and sealed the jar tightly, afraid of what might happen should it be left free. You sat your wand down and turned to face Anne again, watching her look over her body.

"Are you alright?" You asked. She met your gaze, staring for a moment before letting out a full body laugh. Her arms quickly launched around you to pull you into a suffocating hug and you chuckled in return, wrapping your arms around her.

"Am I alright? I'm wonderful! Maybe a little tired, but for the first time in what feels like forever, I don't feel a constant ache in my bones. I can move without a stabbing pain in my side, I-I can get excited without doubling over! Oh, thank you!" She pulled away from you, her grin reaching from ear to ear. You couldn't help but share in her excitement.

"Anne!" Sebastian rushed toward her, enveloping her in what you can only assume is a long overdue hug. You turn your attention to Solomon, who sports a small hopeful smile as he nods at you. You return the gesture and glance back at the jar on the table. "Would you look at that ugly thing," Sebastian said, reaching his hand out. You quickly slapped it away, widening your eyes.

"Don't touch it! In this form it is extremely unpredictable, we can't risk anything." He nodded, pulling his hand away and smiling down at his sister again.

"I told you I'd never give up on you, didn't I?" He said, ruffling her hair slightly. She chuckled, shoving his hand away playfully. You quietly grab your things, deciding that it would be best to give them all a moment of peace together as a family. As you passed by Solomon, he muttered a small thank you in your direction. You gave him a nod in acknowledgement and a reassuring smile.

The cool air brushed against your face as you stepped outside, turning toward the Floo flame in order to make it to the Map Chamber without incident. You couldn't help but feel a small bit of pride in yourself. After all that's happened, one good thing could come out if. A part of you did still worry if Solomon would forget about Sebastian stepping into the Dark Arts or if he would still go as far as to report him to the Headmaster. You hoped, for the sake of them all, that he would let it go so long as Sebastian kept his promise to stop digging deeper into it.

"Y/N, wait!" Your turned to find Sebastian rushing to catch up to you. "I know you really need to get that... thing, back to the Keepers, but before you go, I was wondering if I could give you something?" His nervous demeanor caught your attention. What could Sebastian Sallow be nervous about now?

"You don't have to give me-"

"No, I do. I've been wanting to for a while, but I feel like it's right, now." You didn't respond, waiting for him to hand you some kind of sentimental trinket or odd item he'd found. He took a few steps closer to you, and you could tell how hesitant he was in the way his steps wobbled.

Your lips parted as you tried to speak, but his lips caught yours before words could form. His hand pressed against your cheek softly and your nose filled with the scent of his all too familiar cologne. The kiss was long overdue, and too short for your liking. He pulled away slowly, his eyelids heavy as he searched for any sign of regret or discomfort on your face. When you smiled shyly back at him, he knew he made the right decision.

"You never cease to surprise me, Sebastian Sallow."

"I can only hope you'll allow me to continue to do so." He smirked.

"I would love nothing more. I trust I'll find you in the Undercroft later?"

"I'll be waiting." As the two of you parted, you couldn't help but wonder if Anne had said something to Sebastian after you left that caused him to chase after you. Whatever had pushed him to do it, you were glad he did.

This might've been a little cheesy, but I needed to fulfill my dreams of Sebastian getting a happy ending :') that sweet boy deserves better and you will NOT change my mind. Hope you enjoyed!

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aspenicus-is-learning · 23 days ago

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This is my late night trick or treat 🎃 do you have any fun ocsar fics to share with us? Definitely never trick or treated here before 🥸

hmmm i think i've seen this costume before... but it's the end of the night and i'm a nice old hag, so here, have some more candy

Oscar! i love oscar. i have no idea what to do with oscar.

my dream is to write some really toxic oscarmark + seb being RANCID. but i'm not yet at a point in my writing where i feel that i can comfortably portray truly bad relationships in a way that feels... right? idk i want to do it justice. like the pullpin fic is like. they're really not good for each other and to each other but both of them are not bad people, really, they're just bad together at this specific time in their lives. but if i were ever to write oscarmark mark would fully be a villain, and it's hard to make someone a truly bad person while still both writing from their pov and having other characters (especially a character as reasonable as oscar) still love them and still think of them as not entirely bad or even good. i think one day i will have the inspiration and skill to do it, but for now, alas, loscar and landoscar must suffice.

but oh. urgggg. they'd be so bad.

otherwise, i have a little oscar fic for you that i also posted here for osctober. it's kind of the shitty candy at the bottom of the bucket, so to speak, but here it is.

the way i format on ao3 is different from how i format in google docs, which is where i have copied previous snippets from, so i'm sorry if it's a little off

Oscar isn't cursed. He doesn't believe in things like that.

Just. Unlucky.

Unlucky, when he's 12 and his kart's bolts loosen, just a little bit, as he's about to cross the finish line in first.

Unlucky, when he's 1 and a half and his crib breaks under him, and he falls to the cushioned mattress.

Unlucky, when he's 6 and his little locker at school rusts shut in the night.

Unlucky, when he's 9 and his bike breaks under him.

Unlucky, when he's 4 and every light bulb in his bedroom shatters at once.

Unlucky, when he's 16 and a book he's reading comes unbound as he opens it.

Unlucky, when he's 3 and his high chair falls apart when he's placed in it.

Unlucky, when, on the night of his birth, the hospital loses power inexplicably.

And now, just unlucky, when he's 23 and the front wing of his car slides under him, sending him into the barriers and out of consciousness.

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Oscar isn't so much awake as he is aware.

Aware of the metal around him, a cage and a safety net all in one. The halo has saved his life, he distantly realizes. But he's upside down and up against the barriers and the earth.

He thought that the- the unluckiness was gone.

When he'd won FRECA, most of the more... Conspicuous unlucky occurrences had gone away. There had still been all the other small things: any hot drink was always cold, every pen he picked up was spotty and nearly dry, but only in his hands, his shoes came untied within 10 minutes of him tying them, and a hundred other little things that were inconvenient, but never as dangerous as they had been before.

Not like this.

Because with Oscar, mechanical malfunctions were never something explicable. There was no reason that the front wing could have detached in that way, could have slipped under the car as it did.

His unluckiness was always at the root of it. Mechanics who worked with him for large amounts of time learned that there was no way to anticipate the little issues that Oscar caused. They came, and they had to be fixed, and there was no real way to prevent them.

This is different.

When he was 4 and the light bulbs shattered, he was injured. But it would never have killed him. When he was 9 and his bike fell apart as he rode it, he'd only bumped his head and skinned a knee. They were not things that would have ended his life, ever.

But now?

Oscar can feel the blood trickling down his arms, coming from his shoulder.

He breathes out.

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Oscar wakes up, truly this time, to a hospital room.

The beeping of the machines around him is the first thing he registers, and then the cold white light, and finally the three slumped figures in the corner, sharing two chairs pressed close to make a bench sort of thing.

One of them, the one Oscar realizes is Logan, seems to be the only one awake.

He wants to call out, but finds his throat is dry and anyway, he might want a little bit more peace before everyone is worrying over him. Oscar shifts a bit, and pain shoots through his shoulder. But only his shoulder. Small mercy. No pain in his hands, and he clenches them a bit to check for bandages, finding none. He can still drive then, when he gets out of here.

Logan's head jerks up as the blankets over Oscar rustle, and his face goes first to relief and then to... Anger?

He gets up from where he's sat, jostling the other two a bit, but not enough to wake them, who Oscar can now tell are Lando and... Lewis? Before he can ponder why the 7-time world champion is here in his hospital room, Logan bursts out. "When were you going to tell us you were cursed?!"

Oscar wants to respond, wants to say I'm not cursed and Curses aren't real, what the fuck are you talking about, but he's just a bit overwhelmed by all of this, and the pain and the bright light above.

Thankfully, Logan seems to realize this and lowers his voice. What he says next still doesn't make any sense, but it's something. "You can't be racing with a curse, Oscar. It's even worse than racing with a broken rib, which you also shouldn't have done, but Oscar..."

Oscar finally speaks, his voice scratchy and thin. "I didn't- Logan, I'm not cursed. I've always been... Unlucky."

"Always?!? Oscar, why haven't you seen a Practitioner? This isn't... It's just a little curse, it's not a life-bind or something strong like that. It's easy to break. Hell, I could break it with some guidance." Literally none of what Logan is telling him makes any sense to Oscar. He isn't cursed. Curses aren't real. And did Logan say he could break it?

"Logan... What do you mean? Curses aren't real," Oscar says, his voice getting stronger as he speaks more.

Logan stares at him a bit, dumbfounded. At this point, Lewis and Lando have blinked their eyes open, and Lewis gets up and walks to stand by Logan.

"Oscar... Are you not a witch?" Lewis stares at him a bit, and Lando straightens up in the corner.

What the fuck is all Oscar can think. "Of course I'm not a witch, witches aren't real."

Lando laughs a bit, from his perch in the corner. "Then what's this, Osc?" He asks, snapping his fingers. The lights go out, just for a moment, until Lando snaps again and they come back on.

Oscar really doesn't have a response for that.

While he thinks on how to rationalize this whole situation, Lewis sighs and says. "Let's talk in the hallway."

Okay then.

He isn't cursed. He isn't. Curses aren't real.

He's just unlucky. Inexplicably unlucky. Constantly unlucky. Has been all his life.

It wasn't a curse. It was just how Oscar was.

At least, that is what he has to believe. If that isn't true, then what in his world is? If he is cursed, then did he ever sign his contract with McLaren? If he is cursed, then is any of this real? Is he a Formula 1 driver?

Before Oscar can follow that logic path anymore, Lewis re-enters the room. Only Lewis though, which seems suspicious to Oscar's mind.

"So, Oscar," Lewis begins with a tone like someone telling their child that Santa isn't real. "You aren't a witch?"

"No," Oscar says with as much finality as he can muster. Because he's pretty sure he'd know if he was.

Lewis looks at him for a bit, and Oscar can't help but shift under his gaze. When he speaks again, it is with a placating tone. "Oscar, every Formula 1 driver is a witch. It's always been this way. Normal people... You need a certain amount of luck. A certain kind of luck." The to survive goes unspoken, and Oscar hears it.

"I'm not a witch, Lewis, witches aren't real," Oscar is kind of pleading now, if he admits it to himself. Pleading for this to all be a joke or a dream.

He sighs. "Oscar, even if you aren't a witch, you are cursed. And that is unforgivably dangerous. And very easy to fix," Lewis pauses a bit. Oscar knows there's a catch. "But you do need to be willing. I can fix it right now, if you let me."

"I am not cursed." Oscar tries again, mostly losing his fight.

"You need to believe you are to be cured of it," Lewis explains.

Oscar looks at him. He decides that if this is a dream, he might as well play into it and hope he wakes up. If it's real... "Fine."

++++

It is a few days later when Oscar truly realizes it.

Logan and Lando bring him coffee.

Hot coffee.

It burns his tongue, but in a way that Oscar knows is not just his luck.

"Oh," He says out loud, a bit in wonder of it all.

"Yeah, Osc, oh," Lando says, looking at him fondly. Logan snorts.

#asks #oscar piastri #f1 rpf #oscarmark

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