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@elichee
welcome to my library, where i reblog and review all the fanfics i love !
elisa. she/her. 20. french. ☆ main account
kylian mbappé ☆ jude bellingham
trent alexander-arnold
charles leclerc ☆ carlos sainz
lando norris ☆ lewis hamilton
daniel ricciardo ☆ max verstappen
DELICATE series.
© SCOOTERARI, 2023. all rights reserved. do not steal, repost, translate and/or claim these work as your own.
“ This is for the best, my reputation’s never been worse. ”
When your entire world falls apart in a night, you find solace in a place you never knew you were missing.
warnings specific to the chapters will be mentioned at the start!
status… ongoing.
( everything will be tagged under ‘rep era!reader.’ )
notes… i am so fucking excited for this, like i’ve been doing all this instead of focusing on my exams (ik it’s bad, don’t say anything. i still somehow managed to know what i’m doing in my papers). the chapters indicate how the preferred reading order is, but you could read the articles before or after as well. and thanks to my friend who helped me bounce ideas off of them (uk who you are, ily sfm), this is delicate.
Afficher davantage
As I begin to write this, I know it will be difficult for me to formulate the right words to describe this series. No matter how hard I think, no comparison, no metaphor, no periphrasis comes to me to articulate the thoughts that this work triggers in me.
But perhaps, the excess of feelings is sometimes best reflected in the economy of words.
So I know in advance that this review will not be the most articulate, the best written, and that it will probably be repetitive, but that's because I have nothing to say about this series, which is precisely everything.
It's the best series I've read in the F1 community, be it on Tumblr, Wattpad, or even AO3.
To begin with, the concept is a stroke of genius in itself: appropriating the highly developed universe of Taylor Swift⏤who herself seems to personify literary art⏤is daring, but, here, it just works. I don't consider myself a Swiftie, more of a casual listener who admires an artist's undeniably gifted pen, but it is undeniable that Taylor is a fascinating character in both her artistry and her life. Transposing that to fanfiction, using it as a basis to create one's own art, is something to think about. And @scooterari had the brilliant idea to do it.
It's a perfect example of synaesthesia: between music and literature, between hearing and reading. If using music as a basis for work is not new, the extent to which Faye does it is unprecedented and impressive. It is a whole universe that she modulates and yet seeks to remain faithful to. Between novelty and accuracy, she manages to strike a balance that makes her series a perfect mix of the known and the unknown.
Now, an idea is not enough. It is the realisation of this same idea that gives the work its artistic weight and defines its real value. Once again, and even more than usual, Faye shows us her talent as a writer. I personally think she has outdone herself, even.
For indeed, this is a real masterpiece.
Each chapter is better than the last as the plot continues to be fuelled, to grow. Moreover, the hybridity of the work⏤built in such a way to alternate between written chapters, press articles, and Internet reactions⏤makes it tangible and gives it a realistic dimension that increased tenfold the pleasure one takes in reading it.
One is carried away by her prose, by the carefully chosen words and imagery that resonate so strongly with us… This is the result of the psychology of her characters, so finely developed. For me, this is one of her main assets. They are no longer just written names. They are real people who come to life before our eyes.
And these characters would be nothing without the beauty of the words that animate them. Punctuated by references to Taylor's universe (which act as a gentle refrain), the sentences are carefully chosen and form a story that is enjoyable to read, and worthy of appreciation. It is in this simplicity that relationships, loves, conflicts, and emotions are birthed.
I shall insist on this prosaic simplicity, and perhaps explain what I mean by it. I already spoke of the "economy of words" in the introduction to this review: this is precisely Faye's strength.
She doesn't need fifty interminable paragraphs to portray an emotion. She manages to capture, to encapsulate it in a few words, in a few sentences. Faye sets her scene, uses images, and describes emotions with an impressive casualness that leaves me in awe every time because I am simply incapable of doing that. Everything seems so natural. The reader is not overwhelmed by a ton of information or metaphors that would pollute the story. On the contrary, this very simplicity allows the reader to immerse themselves in the story, to enjoy it fully⏤the emotions are only multiplied, and the reading experience, more pleasant.
The story of Charles and Y/N is one that should be read with a clear head to fully appreciate its beauty.
Finally, I would like to salute (a superficial final touch, I admit, but one that also makes a difference) the overall aesthetics of this work, from the masterlist to the articles and the layout: all account for a pleasing read, which is sweetened even more by Faye's talent for writing.
☆ elisa !!
CRUEL LOVE - CHARLES LECLERC
DESCRIPTION I They always teach you how love can be beautiful and magic. They never prepare you for the tragic part. When you love someone so much you had to let them go.
PAIRING I Charles Leclerc × reader
WORDS COUNT I 2,7k
A/N I Oh my god. This is the first time I’m writing for Charles, I’m super nervous about it??? But I watch Friends the other day and the break up scene with Monica and Richard inspired me…so enjoy. I guess. I’ll pay for the tissues. (i didn’t proofread it im sorry)
If I knew my heart was going to be broken by this story, I didn't think it would be broken to this extent. I'm still trying to pick up all the pieces.
I think the worst form of angst is one that is filled with sadness and yet tenderness⏤which this fanfiction seems to personify.
It's amazing how @softtdaisy manages to make the love of these two beings tangible and to make it both their strength and weakness. Their strength because it is what pushes one to make the right choice. Their weakness because it is what put them in this initial situation. And what a situation ! There is nothing worse than discovering that you are not on the same wavelength as someone, especially your significant other. This admission ⏤ very well summed up by the mirroring "you just assumed I wanted children / And you assumed I didn't?"⏤turns everything on its head. To link it to Carlos and Isa's wedding is to play on this contrast between keeping up appearances and the inner disorder one feels, on the opposition between the couple who marry and the one who breaks up.
Everything in this story is built on mirroring, which reflects (pun intended) all the more the crisis of this couple and breaks the reader's heart. This sadness is palpable, it is omnipresent, and it hurts. The reader is immersed in the inner suffering of both.
This is obviously a testament to a simply fabulous writing style. There is the implicit, there is the explicit, there is one thing and its opposite. Everything is balanced and beautiful: it's all the more enjoyable to read. Well, "enjoyable" may not be the right word... You take us from the joys of marriage and interaction with the child to the sadness of a break-up in just a few paragraphs. You almost give us whiplash⏤this mimics well what the characters are going through too.
And then, this ending, which is as beautiful as it is terrible. Love is beautiful, but love can make you suffer. This masterpiece shows it perfectly well.
☆ elisa !!
omg can you plz do one where charles is dating a wolff!reader or one of the drivers sister?
red love ✸ cl16.
A sudden change of heart isn’t much appreciated (at least on the outside). albon!reader.
notes… idk what format you wanted so i’m doing this as a social media au cause it’d be funnier that way tbh. i picked alex cause wolff!reader and sainz!reader are quite common.
➛ CHARLES LECLERC DATING A FAMOUS S/O
# ❛WARNINGS .·゜゜· ꒰ slightly suggestive content ꒱ # ❛AUTHORS NOTE .·゜゜· ꒰ requested by anon "hi, I love your account so much! can I please request a charles leclerc dating a famous!reader headcanon please? thank you!" sorry this took so long it was a great idea, and I wanted to do it justice ꒱
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This is such a clever way to do headcanons !!
I am often left wanting more when I read the latter because I sometimes (read: always) want to know more. Some points will catch my eye and I will find myself frustrated when I realise that the headcanon format does not allow me to read the development of this particular story's aspect.
@i0veless manages the feat of mixing the expected brevity of a headcanon with the writing quality of a normal one-shot. This gives a format that is still short ⏤ and thus in the spirit of the headcanon which has for initial purpose only to distill information ⏤ but this one is much more interesting and "tangible" in its form as in its content. It is not just mere bullet points. It takes on a new dimension. We get access to little details that the ordinary headcanon would omit. It's things as simple as the description of Y/N's dress that give to a relatively simple format a literary quality, which therefore makes it more interesting to read.
Of course, is obvious that the content itself is entertaining on top of that. In just four paragraphs, we discover the essence of a couple, whose cuteness made me smile. The accumulation of nominal phrases with more detailed moments builds a perfect balance, which is pleasant to read, not to heavy ⏤ something that would contradict with the "spirit" of the headcanon.
I won't go on and on with convoluted comments that would lose quality ⏤ the very concept of the post doesn't lend itself to it, besides ⏤ but I would like to salute Lola's innovative ability as well as her talent for writing. Her posts are always a pleasure to read and make me forget about all my daily worries.
☆ elisa !!
๋࣭ ⭑𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐯𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 !
pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader
summary: you like cats, charles however, doesn't.
warnings: nothing <3
notes: if you're a dog person... I'm sorry
lover ✸ cl16
ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand…
includes… marriage, fluff, danny being the officiater (?? idk if that’s the word tbh).
wc… 580.
do you take her to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health?
charles could already taste the words, the i do he was ready to share just to get it out, let it be real. his fingers thumbed the empty spot of his left hand, where he’d taken off the engagement ring he’d gotten from you. it’d been a huge laugh when the two of you had ended up on one knee together, something his mother loved telling everyone who would hear. “ma belle-sœur était…”
“come on, preceval!”
carlos poked his head inside, grinning from ear to ear. carlos had been with a pacing charles morning, who kept inquiring him if everything was set up properly and stopping him from running to find pierre, who was helping the bridesmaids. the best man had already told carlos to make sure he steers clear of the suite where the bride to be was.
“je viens , je viens!” he called, picking up his suit jacket as he strides to carlos’ side. they nearly left and then… “can i just have one—“
“no! you’ll see her in ten minutes, mate!” carlos steered him out of the hallway and down to the chapel. his teammate let go of his shoulders when both him and charles had reached the doors to the chapel, pushing them open as he ushered charles inside.
five minutes more, he thought, counting down the time until he could see you again. it had been a long twenty four hours. charles barely had time to acknowledge that his mother and to be mother-in-law had entered when soft piano notes sounded through the air.
pierre winked at him as he walked with your sister, her daughter the flower girl along with his nephew and carlos kids. the sound of the piano seemed to fade away when shades of white came to stand in front of him.
“don’t cry, or else i’ll be sobbing,” you mumbled, reaching to wipe away his tears as he chuckled.
“can’t have that happen,” he joked. “you’ll ruin your makeup.”
you grinned, tears already rimming the edge of your waterline. “i’ve taught you well.”
“shall we begin?” daniel looked proud as he stood in front of the two of you, addressing the crowd. “ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today due to the power vested in me by the bride and groom and the government— horrible idea, really,” he chuckled along with everyone else. “for the marriage of our beloved…”
the wedding ceremony was a blur, the words tumbling out of them faster than they could handle as they spoke their vows.
“and you take her to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health?”
charles was grinning ear to ear, hands in yours as you smiled hard, eyes almost seemingly shut. “mate, i need an answer. i mean, we already know the answer from the vows, but i do still need one.”
charles brightened at the sound of your laughter mingling with the intimate crowd as they all echoed your sentiments. “i do.”
daniel smiled. “thanks for that. and now, by the power vested in me, and upon the groom’s request that i say this, i know pronounce you woman and husband. you may finally kiss your wife, leclerc.”
charles was still smiling when daniel finished. you rolled your eyes, placing a hand on his neck and pulling him towards you before he could do it himself.
“finally.”
"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe..." ⏤ that's how I decided which blurb I should comment on.
Each of @scooterari works is a real burst of sunshine, it always brightens my day and never fails to make me smile, or in this case, "exhale out of my nose" (unapologetically quoting Bo Burnham, here).
In my opinion, one of the hardest things to render in literature is humour. It is sometimes off the wall, artificial, and more often than not, falls flat. It's always complicated to know when to stop and not overdo it. @scooterari succeeds in pacing her jokes, while linking them to one of the most solemn moments of one's life: the antithesis is strong and it works.
To manage to make me laugh and move me at the same time is a testament to an undeniable talent for writing. The characterisation is so well thought out and natural, the dynamics of the couple are set up even though we don't actually see Y/N until the second part of the story and they don't say much, only exchange a few words through tears of joy. And then, this bizarre marriage that makes you laugh as much as it makes you envious (because I too want to marry Charles).
If many will remember Daniel as an officiant (which I perfectly understand, it's iconic), I will ⏤ above all ⏤ remember Charles' love, touching as he can be in his anticipation and his literal overflow of love when the time comes.
Everything is perfect. And it's all the more impressive as the story is only 500 words long !! The writing is light, and pleasant and almost seems to personify the phrase "don't worry be happy." I can't really explain it, but @scooterari's writing de-stresses and enlivens me as much as it makes me smile and laugh.
☆ elisa !!
congrats on 2k!! so happy to see such a talented writer get the recognition they deserve🤍🤍
can i request 5 gifts w/ charles?? ty and congrats again!
presents – cl16
genre: flufff, bit of angst, 2k celebration
Thank God for expensive cars—they barely make noise when they pull into the driveway of the house.
On nights where the bed’s emptiness is just a bit too painful to bear, your ears grow attuned to the silence so they can hear the car better. Because from then you can judge the rest of Charles’ synchronized routine—his shit parking, turning the key into the lock, heavy footsteps through the foyer and up the stairs, deliberate turning of the doorknob so he doesn’t wake you.
It's always difficult to choose which @leclsrc fanfiction to comment on. Each piece is a testament to mastery of prose and ability to capture the personality of our favourite drivers. This person has gold on her hands. In her 2K celebration alone, she has created as many little masterpieces as there were requests. But, because I have to choose, I picked out this story, which stands out (according to me).
If there's one thing I love, it's symbolic objects in stories. They create a familiar imagery, a red thread, a symbol that guides the reader through the paragraphs and allows us to learn more about the characters who own them. More than anything, I love to see how these objects evolve with the relationships. Here, everything is perfectly orchestrated to form a coherent story with a very well found ending.
Its very satisfying circularity makes it a masterpiece. This return to each object we have come to know and which shows that everything has changed is a perfect way to introduce the break up. This bracelet, which was already then not around the MC’s wrist, will definitely never be. This constant absence, already at the beginning, was perhaps already foreshadowing this ending.
Only the uno card is tangible, was accepted by both of them: the simplicity of the object is great and contrasts with the abundance of Charles' luxurious gifts. It becomes all the more symbolic: it is the reason they met, their first memory. A distant memory that shifts gently and skillfully to the present, that break up, marked by the silence in the driveway.
The plot’s steps follow one another smoothly, cradled by a fair and beautiful prose. All this leads the reader to a bittersweet ending, which is not “sad” stricto sensu. Perhaps because we can perceive a possible spark of hope in these last lines?
In any case, because I don't know how to conclude this little (read “big”) paragraph, this text was an adventure in itself and helped me remember why @leclsrc is one of my favourite authors on this platform.
☆ elisa !!
“You can have this if you want!” It’s the first words Kylian ever says to you and it's muffled by the sound of torrential rain hitting against concrete. He uses the end of his finger to point at his umbrella, a navy blue one his dad let him borrow when he was thirteen which he’s failed to ever give back. It’s the start of his favourite story, one he’ll tell enthusiastically to anyone with the patience to listen.
“Sorry?” You shout back, he’s only a few steps from you but he might as well be a mile away with how loud it is. The mascara you applied earlier that morning is now running down your cheeks in thick black lines, but all Kylian can think about is how cute you look. Crushingly so, like he will for the rest of his life.
“You can have my umbrella!” He strides closer and raises his voice a bit in the hope that this time you’ll hear him. When he tells this story later on, he’ll exaggerate his shouting for comedic effect and all his friends will laugh. A fuzzy feeling in his chest will ensue
“Really?” You look up at him through your eyelashes and Kylian has to make a conscious effort to breathe. In through his nose and out through his mouth in long puffs that empty his lungs. “You don’t need it?”
“I haven’t got far to go.” Which is a lie, he’s got half an hour of walking ahead of him. Though he doesn’t care, he wants you to take the umbrella. He’ll take the jacket off his back if you ask him. The first time he ever saw you was only two minutes ago and it’s already embarrassing the amount of things he’s willing to do for you, like he was yours before. Perhaps in a past life, when you and him were just atoms or two constellations sitting next to each other. “I’ll be fine.”
You furrow your eyebrows together, a neat line appearing between them. Droplets of rainwater run across your forehead without a coat-hood to catch them. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” Kylian can now feel the water rushing into his brand-new shoes but he can’t move, like if he does you’ll just vanish as quickly as you appeared. He’s afraid you’re just a figment of his overactive imagination and he’ll wake up in a car somewhere with his forehead leaning against the cold window. Now he’s seen you once he’s not sure he’ll be able to live without it, it would be practically torture.
“No.” You shake your head, like it’s too much of an ask. One good deed too far that you could never possibly accept. “Just share it with me.”
“Share it?” He repeats it back like a parrot, making sure he heard you right. You’re only standing in front of him and he already feels lightheaded. If you stand shoulder to shoulder he thinks he might die, and he hasn’t even written a will yet.
“Yeah.” You smile at him, all your teeth showing cutely.
“Okay.” After this Kylian will ask for your number, and he’ll put a little umbrella emoji next to your name. It’ll take two weeks of hyping himself up to ask you out on a date. Your first kiss will make his heart thud so hard it feels like it’s going to fall out his chest. For your first anniversary, he’ll handpick flowers for you from his grandma's garden. For your second he’ll edit an embarrassingly cheesy video. Though for now, all you do is share this umbrella. “Let’s share it.”
I don't know what it is that makes me like @headphonegrl's work so much. Maybe it's the emphasis on the moment, maybe it's the evasive yet poetic and accurate prose, maybe it's the ability to create such a tangible character and a captivating story in just a few paragraphs... Whatever the reason, each story is a masterpiece. It is as if they encapsulated life itself and its most beautiful moments.
Everything is so natural in these small instants the writer depicts. The reader's eyes glide over the words, simple and yet so well-thought.
Here, the chemistry is created effortlessly between two characters. We seem to forget that we didn't know them three paragraphs ago. It is as if they had always existed. And then this description of a budding love, which already makes one want to look to the future. Everything is so tender, so heartwarming. It feels like a hug.
Each piece of their writing is a little enchanted parenthesis, a little protective bubble that makes me forget my worries. Like Ghibli movies, it is a poetics of the mundane, here to remind us that these little moments are worth living for.
☆ elisa !!
