#twin charles

[deyageka]

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No srsly I can’t believe they’ve actually done this:

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[tylersayscool]

[chequeredflagchronicle]

i think i can see the family resemblance

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.

[stinkrat-aleks]

Soccer Cherik each getting jealous of the other co-parenting, yeah they match each other's freak

THEY ARE JEALOUS FREAKS

[idliketobeatree]

dead boy detectives contrapuntal poems — 3 — (1) (2) (4)

[formulaheart]

something is so funny to me about lewis getting everybody to come to dinner and then promptly making fun of lando in no less than 6 screenshots, the unemployed guy paying, max and george sitting on opposite sides of the table and LANDO pointing it out as a bit, and then both their teammates standing between them when they take a group photo, everybody on the grid posting the exact same photo and OSCAR pointing it out, everybody's comments on the posts, it's just pure chaos in one image

[valyrfia]

not to be crazy but max and charles have to be the closest thing we have to cosmic proof of soulmates because how is a once in a generation talent born twice, only sixteen days apart. you know how ridiculous those odds are, not to mention the weird patterns with their racing numbers and parallels with milestones in their careers. how were we ever supposed to not buy into their narrative?

[33-16]

’i always knew if i’d make it to formula 1 charles would also make it’ son or ‘i’ve always known how good max is’ daughter.

[theswansblog]

just saw a post calling charles 'the sun of maranello, the predestined one, the world champion's twin flame'.

and all I can think about is "did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?

breathing tutorial needed now.

[twinkodium]

Oscar out there making the big dogs laugh 😌

[jewishcissiekj]

Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker in Star Wars (2020) #48 - written by Charles Soule with art by Jethro Morales

[thelostconsultant]

I love the reactions to the announcement. Yeah, he’s gonna be a great dad, we’re happy for him, but 1) why her?! and 2) if he dares to retire, I’m gonna set myself on fire. It’s kinda funny.

[oscarcito]

[local-idi0t]

happy new years u guys !! starting this year strong w some cherik fan art bc no matter what year i'll always be on my bullshit stupid drafts under the cut !!

[bon2bonn]

Flowers

Carlos Sainz X leclerc!reader

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Synopsis who? Read and find out.

Words count : 2.8k

Warnings : grammar, cursing, blood, cheating mentioned, overprotective brothers, not proof read, hospitals, arguing , ex! Pierre.

*Anything in (bold italic) is either french or Spanish.

You can read " pt.2 here " and "PT.3 here" and "pt.4 here"

*Let me know if anyone would like part 2 of this✨

Giving her twin and youngest brother keys to her appointment wasn't a great idea, at all . Their once in a while checking in on her turned into crashing whenever they please just to annoy her and raid her kitchen empty , "you always get the good stuff" as they put it .

Reminding them that they both have their own places to stay at whenever they're back home from roaming the world driving their super fast cars , it went in one ear and out the other . So it came down to one of two choices (a). Putting up with their antics and endure it (they're your brothers it's kind of what you're signed up for life being the only girl and having an overprotective twin brother on top of that) , or (b). Snitch on them and tell her Mama .

Snitching won't do . From experience it backfired before , them being the dramatic class A actors they are they put up a sob story of how they missed her , being busy with their careers drifts them apart, and missing on her life and how they wanted to spend time compensating the wasted time away . that got her a scolding of a lifetime from her Mama while they both sat back behind her eating snacks (from her own pantry) and snickering like the little first grade school kids they are .

Enzo being the godsend he is would kick them both to let her breathe . But that won't last long , they always come back . specially when it's time for the Monaco GP . Both would hound her for not attending their races as she used to , guilt tripping her for refusing them flying her out through the season , knowing she'd give in and let them drag her out . Touring around the paddock, introducing her to the new faces and catch up with the familiar ones , and she'd take it as a chance to get back on them , saying how Max and Lewis are the best drivers or how Sebastian is her all time favourite Ferrari driver , which leaves them very annoyed and highly offended , both working restlessly to not let her near any of them or their garages under any circumstances.

But for now they're just mainly here to snoop and munch on her groseries . And as she was about to berate them for barging in, again , the doorbell rang which left her confused as she's not expecting any visitors or any delivery today . Looking back she sighed as none of them made a move to see who's at the door shrugging "it's your place , you should see to it yourself", with a huff she mumbled "if so then what are your lazy asses still doing here!! Huh?" Then head out to answer the still ringing door .

A young man dressed in a uniform stood at her door holding a delicate bouquet of her favourite flowers . Asking hesitantly "miss leclerc?" , She gave him a reassuring smile "yes , how can I help you?" and he visibly let out a sigh of relief handing her the flowers along with a note "a special Delivery specifically for you miss , please sign here to confirm" after signing and thanking him she wished him a good day and shut the door , taking a moment to admire the bouquet delicately wrapped and took notice of the note attached to one of the stems as she was about to smell them . smiling as she read it :

"I saw them and thought of you mi amor , I miss you so"

C.

Pocketing the note and heading to the kitchen to find a suitable vase to put the flowers in , her overly curious brother followed her in , seeing the bouquet and the shy smile on her face , they smelled something weird going on , and it's definitely not the flowers .

They kept on asking about it ," who send them , and why?" She scoffed at that giving them side eyes as she asked " you mean I don't deserve to get followers ? Like why would anyone send them to (ME)? Right?" They both panicked not meaning for her to think that way , apologizing and trying to explain how they're just curious about who might send them , but she just shrugged saying it came without a name or a note on it and went on prepping the stems and adding water before arranging then and taking it out to the living room, setting it proudly in the centre both her brothers glaring at it , both in mild disgust (but none of them would say a word they're her favourite flowers they won't be that mean) , and greatly disturbed as someone out there is sending their precious sister flowers ! , but who's that bastard who knew her favourite flowers and dared to send them to her place ? Who!? . As there's nothing they could do without a note or any idea who might send them they just let it go seeing her smile and how happy she was about them they let it slide , for now . trying to distract her away as they both thought about throwing them along with the vase out the window but they'll hold off of it for now .

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Later that night while putting together outfits for the upcoming weekend , she received a message , asking her if she like the flowers . She laughed as she send a message assuring that she Indeed loved them , but her brothers didn't , sending a picture of both her brothers both glaring at the flowers as if that would welt them faster . The messages went back and forth each one brought a wide fond smile into her lips.

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The weekend rolled in , and both free practices and quali went well , as well as it could go for Charles with his record of unfortunate events this year spcially during home race , starting to believe that Monaco's curse is real as both him and his youngest brother were doomed with bad luck through the weekend .

Her Attending their races and cheering them on the loudest was the highlight of their days , but as for the past couple of years it wasn't the case anymore . Avoiding any race like the plague , with excuses of being busy with work and having to travel elsewhere for events and meetings . But realising how apart that made her feel from her brothers more so with Charles . How time went by without her standing by his side supporting him through his hard times , now more than ever , calls and messages aren't the same as being there to hold his hand after a bad day . So she decided that she won't let anything or anyone scare her away from supporting her brothers.

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After checking in and meeting both Enzo and Arthur chatting and giving her own predictions about the upcoming race , they spotted Charles Giving him a judgemental look as he met them outside hospitality .

He knew what she was about to say " don't start with me " she just kept looking at him " I didn't say anything !" He huffed refusing to listen " what's wrong with it , it's my lucky pants!" Giving him a once over " this thing have nothing to do with luck , it's hideous! That's what it is ! " He argued back " it's not" she gave him a deadpanned look " You look like a walking stop sign!" He looked offended as Arthur tried to cover his laugh with a cough he turn to her glaring lightly " take that back!" , Shrugging she said " I will when you give the clown's pants back to the cercus " . Before he could reach out to tug on her hair as he used to whenever he couldn't win an argument and still do , Enzo smacked his hand away guiding her to move away to not start anything , he scold them both urging her to move along and for Charles to head down to his garage , before he's called out for being late . He dragged his feet giving them three hugs all wishing him luck and to stay safe before heading back .

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Charles huffed in defeat, making his way to meet up with Carlos in his driver's room , both heading to their team's preifing, complaining as he made his way across the paddock , Knocking on his door after he reached it , hearing a faint "come in " he opened the door stepping inside. Finding his teammates hunched form sitting in the corner , sighing before approaching to sit beside him , both exhausted and fed up with their team's failed attempts through out the season, neither the cars nor the strategies are functioning properly , their word not taken seriously as their team kept on pushing on them expecting different results while applying the same failed methods .

Looking around the room he spotted a single flower sitting atop one of the shelves , he let out a tired huff of a laugh turning to Carlos beside him " you got flowers too" that got the Spaniard's attention asking in a distracted Mannar "hum?" , Charles pointed it out to him , getting a faint but genuine smile back " I didn't receive it, I bought it" earning a confused sound of his teammate "why would buy only one flower? " Carlos leaned back " I didn't only buy a single flower , I got them for someone dear to my heart , they're always on my mind and whenever I can I send them flowers to let them know that I'm thinking of them , and I always keep one with me" that got Charles to oooh at him " you're very much so in love mate" Carlos only smiled at him " I am" , Charles smiles at him but adds in confusion "but still ,why do you have one with you ?" He looked at him before finally answering " whenever I give them flowers I always keep one with me , that's like Keeping a piece of them with me , and to know when to get them new flowers to replace the old ones" Charles groaned pushing Carlos "now I feel too miserable and too single ,why can't someone love me like that?!" Carlos laughed at his dramatic friend standing up nudging him to get up "com'on , we have a meeting to attend" Charles groaned again rolling his eyes as he stood too both heading out "it's not like they have anything new to say , the cars are shitty and they'll blame us again " .

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Stepping out of the hospitality she , making her way back to the pit where she left her brothers to go and grab a drink , seeing them deep in conversation with some of their friends she took the chance to stretch her legs and go somewhere less crowded , taking a moment to breathe before going back to the bustling paddock.

But before she could move along , someone called her name , turning back she found Pierre heading her way she gave him a nod as he stood before her " not even a hello? " She just stood her ground giving no reaction " what do you want Gasly?" He feigned hurt as he puts a hand on his heart " chérie, you've wounded me , don't be like that" she rolled her eyes " I have no interest in what you want to say , and I'd appreciate it if you don't waste my time" turning to leave he caught her wrist tugging her back "I was talking to you, you need to listen to what I have to say " she only scoffed at him" and I don't have to listen to anything you have to say , I've listened to you long enough to know how little your words means, now unhand me!" , his grip only tightened as she tried to tug her hand out and before he could retort back , a hand grabbed his causing his hand to loosen up but still not letting go , both looking up finding Carlos who stood before Pierre , his back straight and shoulders tense as he stood to shield her from the other's sight , with her free hand she gripped the back of his shit grounding both herself and him before it escalate into a bigger scene , he gave him a cold stare "let her go" , Pierre only glared at him " this is non of your business Sainz, so run along " he spat out before wincing as the grip on his wrist only got stronger making him release his hold on her "it got everything to do with me , she clearly told you to fuck off" Carlos then twisted his hold hard enough to cause pain but not enough to cause damages , taking a step towards him he promised darkly " touch her again , and you won't have a hand to drive with" releasing him as she tugged at his shirt whispering for him " Carlos, please, he's not worth it " turning to her he took her wrist in his hand delicately inspecting the bruise of a handprint around it , but got cut off as Charles approached them , unaware of what occurred minutes ago " what are you three doing?" His smile dropped as he took in the sight of his sister's bruised wrist, Carlos angry face and Pierre's retreated figure who turned tail when he saw him coming.

He took her hand before she could hide it away asking angrily " who did this !?" Both looked at each other before she shook her head " it's nothing" but Charles didn't take that " how is it nothing! Your whole wrist is bruised up!" Before turning to Carlos with a glare "was it him?" His sister stepped between them trying to calm her brothers rapid thoughts "Non! , Charles please calm down. he helped me! " Charles kept his glare as he looked at her " then who did this !?" She shook her head "I'll tell you , but not here , please!" . Giving them both an irritated look but backing out as people started to wander around , giving his teammate a harsh glare before moving on without a word , keeping his temper down until he gets an explanation from her .

She turned to Carlos with a worried frown taking his hand in hers to give him a reassuring squeeze trying to brave herself before facing her brothers wrath , they planned on telling him about what's been going on between them , but they didn't expect it to be like this . He held hers with both hands giving her knuckles a gentle kiss before giving her bruised wrist one too , trying to comfort her as best as he could before having to let her face her very much angry brother on her own addressing her gently "I could come with you mi Vida , you don't have to do this alone" , smiling at him she shook her head at his words "I have to tell him , at least by telling him it'll get the burden off of our shoulders and I don't want things to turn between you two, I know how he'll get once he finds out and I don't want him to say or do anything that he'll regret " he reluctantly lets her hand go nodding in understanding of what she meant but still concerned about her "alright, but you call me the moment it over , I don't care whenever , you call and I'll be on your doorsteps the moment you need me , if I have to face him then so be it . nothing would keep me away from you , ok?" She nodded in agreement giving his cheek a light peck before turning to follow her brothers steps .

On her way out she met with Enzo who frowned upon seeing their faces , hers filled with worry and doubt , and his is twisted in mild irritation upon seeing her wrist but kept his mouth shut as she hastly told him they were going to talk , immediately understanding what she meant ushering her to go with a worried look while praying that it won't turn into a disastrous mess , Holding back a curious Arthur who was about to follow them , shaking his head while telling him quietly he'll explain it to him later , standing back watching as they disappear beyond the gates of the paddock .

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