CHARLES LECLERC | Post-race interview Miami GP 2025
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CHARLES LECLERC | Post-race interview Miami GP 2025
Invisible - Part Three
Summary: Quinn is convinced that he lost Alayna for good. A small, forgotten object sparks a desperate attempt at reconciliation.
Read Part one here, Part two
Relationship: Quinn Hughes x OC Barzal!Sister
Word Count: 1.1K
The next few days were a blur of sleepless nights for Quinn, the ghost of Alayna’s tear-filled eyes haunting the edges of his vision. Grand gestures felt wrong, a gaudy distraction from the quiet intimacy they’d always shared. Flowers blooming in a dramatic display, apologies echoing through a crowded space – that wasn’t their language. Their connection thrived in the unspoken understanding, the shared glances, the comfortable silences punctuated by inside jokes. He had to find his way back to that space.
Quinn started with a ritual he’d neglected for far too long: cleaning the apartment. He tackled the mess with a methodical determination. The rhythmic scrubbing and wiping was a strange form of penance. Dishes piled in the sink now surrendered to soapy water, countertops gleamed, and the persistent grit on the rug vanished under the vacuum. Each act felt like a small step towards his lost order, a fractional loosening of the knot in his chest.
Quinn drifted into the kitchen, his gaze snagging on the spine of a familiar book tucked amongst his own sparse collection. Alayna’s recipe book. He pulled it down from the shelf. The cover was faded, softened by years of loving use. She’d left it behind. A wave of unexpected tenderness washed over him, another poignant reminder of their shared life. He flipped through the pages, finding loose notebook paper tucked inside. Quinn’s fingers traced the smudged ink beside “Alayna’s Famous (and Easy!) Sundried Tomato Pasta.” Her handwriting. Their favorite comfort. A sudden impulse seized him, sharp and clear. Keys in hand, he was out the door and into the fading light.
Invisible - Part Two
Summary: Quinn faces the aftermath of his decision. As the weight of Alayna's goodbye settles in, he's left grappling with the chilling realization that the life he took for granted might be irrevocably gone.
Read Part one here, Part three coming soon :)
Relationship: Quinn Hughes x OC Barzal!Sister
Word Count: 1.7K
Quinn knew, intellectually, what Alayna's words meant. A stark line, drawn in the sand with the unwavering certainty he'd seen in her eyes.
Just don't expect me to be here when you get back.
Despite the starkness of her words, he still clung to a foolish sliver of hope. Maybe she’d just needed space, a night to cool off. A temporary retreat before she inevitably gravitated back to their shared orbit. He pictured it vividly: she would be curled on the sofa, the soft rise and fall of her chest, a forgotten book resting on her hand. She'd pretend to be asleep when he came in. He almost smiled at the thought.
Each step into Quinn’s apartment felt like hauling lead weights.
The space felt vast and empty. The busy flicker of city lights outside mocked his solitude through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His gaze swept the bedroom, searching for any lingering trace. Quinn’s eyes snagged on the splash of color against the muted gray of the comforter. His hoodie. The ridiculously oversized one from his rookie season, the one Alayna claimed was softer than any clothing she owned and habitually pilfered. It lay there, abandoned, almost accusingly.
Quinn crossed the room and snatched it up, balling the sleeve in his fist. The urge to bury his face in its softness gave way to a knot of resentment and rising panic constricting his chest. He flung it onto the floor, the aggressive motion a pathetic stand-in for the argument he hadn't fought, the apologies that remained unsaid.
It was just a piece of clothing, yet its deliberate abandonment spoke volumes. She hadn't simply forgotten it. She had left it behind.
Go stars but also Nico on the glass was something to behold
Invisible
Summary: Quinn makes a devastating choice, leaving us wondering if his relationship with Alayna Barzal can survive the weight of his career. Angst angst angst!
Relationship: Quinn Hughes x OC Barzal!Sister
Word Count: 1.3K
Alayna watched Quinn pace his downtown apartment, his jaw tight. The lines around his eyes were etched deeper than she’d ever seen them, resembling the worry lines of a man far beyond his age. He’d been like this for weeks, ever since the team’s losing streak had spiraled out of control. It had started subtly, a furrow in his brow here, a clipped tone there. Now, it was a constant, radiating tension in every corner of their space.
Quinn stopped abruptly, pivoting to face the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city of Vancouver. His reflection stared back at him, a ghost of the man she loved. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. “The media is relentless,” he muttered, his voice rough. “They’re hounding me about leadership, about the team’s morale…”
Alayna bit back a sigh that threatened to erupt. It was always the team, the game, the pressure. She understood. She really did. She’d spent enough nights in the stands, felt the electric buzz of the arena, the collective roar of the crowd. She knew the weight of expectation that rested on his shoulders. But the man she loved, the one who used to fill their apartment with laughter and easy smiles, had been replaced by this tense, preoccupied stranger. He was here, physically present, but emotionally miles away, locked in a battle she couldn't help him fight.
Forbidden Fruit
Summary: Mat and his friends gather for an annual poker game. A shocking revelation about his sister throws him off balance.
Relationship: Quinn Hughes x OC Barzal!Sister featuring Mat Barzal himself :)
Word Count: 800
The dim overhead lighting cast long, skeletal shadows across the faces of the men gathered around the poker table. Empty beer bottles and half-eaten plates of chips littered the coffee table, testament to the relaxed atmosphere of their annual holiday game. Liam, Mat's childhood friend and host, dealt the cards with a practiced flourish, a grin spreading across his face.
"So, Mark," Liam drawled, his voice low and gravelly, "spill the beans. Anything juicy happening in the big leagues lately?" Liam, a former hockey player whose career had fizzled after college, was notorious for his relentless pursuit of insider information. He slapped a hand on Mat’s shoulder. "Mat here is giving me nothing. He's been cooped up in the gym ever since he got back to Vancouver.”
Mark, a burly man with a thick neck and a penchant for strong opinions, was the newest addition to their inner circle. Despite having faced him on the ice, Mat still felt a degree of unfamiliar tension with him. Mark took a long sip from his beer. "Not much. Just the usual trade rumors, injuries, the standard fare."
Liam leaned forward conspiratorially. "Oh, there's more than that. Heard you ran into our boy Quinn the other night."
Mat raised an eyebrow. "Quinn?"
"The Captain himself," Liam confirmed, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I heard he's found himself a new muse, but he's being oddly secretive about it, even with his teammates. My bet is a reporter. That's why he's so tight-lipped."
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Clean Slate
Relationship: Quinn Hughes x OC Barzal!Sister, aka the Quinn x Alayna Barzal AU
Summary: Quinn learns that love, like laundry, sometimes requires a little help from a partner.
Word Count: 1.2K
The first rays of Sunday morning peaked through the blinds, and Quinn's phone chimed with his alarm. He stirred, blinking against the faint light, and then his gaze fell on Alayna, still deeply asleep beside him. Her hair fanned out across the pillow, a halo of deep brown against the white sheets. A slow smile spread across his face. He cherished these mornings, the quiet intimacy, the feel of her soft breath against his skin.
Quinn gently disentangled himself from her embrace, careful not to disturb her. A low groan rumbled in her chest as she shifted, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her shoulder. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice rough with sleep.
He needed to get to the rink for a Sunday morning skate, but their relationship had evolved to a comfortable ease. Alayna was always welcome here, in his space, and the thought of her leaving never even crossed his mind. He left the extra key on the bedside table.
Quinn swung his legs over the side of the bed, his gaze sweeping across the room. He winced. Extra hockey gear had started following him home and the evidence lay strewn across the floor – socks, pads, two old gloves. Dirty laundry overflowed from the hamper, threatening to engulf his reading chair.
He quickly dressed and wandered out into the kitchen, bracing himself for the worst. And the worst was indeed there. Dishes piled high in the sink, remnants of meals past clinging to plates and utensils. Crumbs littered the counter, and a half-eaten apple lay abandoned on the dining table.
Oh god, Quinn groaned inwardly. What a mess. Lately, consumed by the grueling schedule and the relentless pressure to perform, he'd completely neglected his apartment. It was embarrassing.
Alayna, with her perfectly folded laundry and immaculate kitchen, would surely think he was a slob. The thought made him cringe.
He rushed out the door, a whirlwind of promises swirling in his head.
It’s okay. It’s fixable. I’ll spend the afternoon cleaning. I’ll even cook her something that will make her forget all about this disaster.
He would make it right as soon as he got back.
okay, yes, I know that comma isn't supposed to be there but I want the reader to take a breath! I want a pause! Stop trying to correct me, I'm trying to control the flow of reading
Family Ties
Relationship: Quinn Hughes x OC Barzal!Sister, aka the Quinn x Alayna Barzal AU
Summary: Alayna charms Quinn's brothers and solidifies her place in the Hughes household.
Warnings: none. pure fluff.
Word Count: 600
Alayna glanced around the game room, her eyes taking in the faded trophies and framed hockey jerseys. The Michigan house made her feel like she was stepping into a time capsule of Quinn's youth. She took a moment to simply observe, staring through the window into his past. Quinn, on the other hand, hoped she wouldn't feel overwhelmed by the testosterone-fueled atmosphere. He realized how important it was that she felt comfortable in this place that was so deeply a part of him.
Alayna leaned intently over the pool table with strands of dark hair escaping her messy bun. Her brow furrowed as she carefully lined up the cue ball, chalk dust clinging to her fingertips. Jack, ever the showman, was already taunting her.
"Alright, Alayna," Jack declared, leaning against the pool table with a mischievous glint, "Time to face the fury of the reigning pool champion."
Alayna scoffed playfully, "Oh please, Jack. Maybe you should try practicing your shot instead of your vocabulary."
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Fishbowl
Relationship: Quinn Hughes x OC Barzal!Sister, aka the Quinn x Alayna Barzal AU
Summary: Inspired by true events - Quinn's busted lip has his girlfriend going full nurse mode
Warnings: mention of blood and injury?
Word Count: 600, just a little blurb :)
The scent of antiseptic, sharp and medicinal, battled with the lingering aroma of Quinn's last meal – a questionable takeout order he'd insisted on despite Alayna's protests. "You really think that meatball sub is a good idea after getting hit in the face?" she'd asked, her brow furrowed in concern. Quinn, ever the stubborn one, had just grinned and insisted on his comfort food.
Alayna, a whirlwind of anxious energy, flitted around him like a nervous hummingbird. She checked the ice pack on his face, the edges now slightly damp, and adjusted the throw blanket draped over him. The steaming mug of chamomile tea she'd brought him sat untouched on the coffee table, a testament to the chaos that erupted in their otherwise tranquil living room.
Quinn, sprawled on the couch, watched her with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "Alayna," he groaned, his voice a low rumble, "I'm fine. Really. It's just a lip." He winced as he spoke, the stitches pulling slightly.
"Liar," she chided, gently pushing the ice pack back into place. "Seeing you get hit like that… it was terrifying. You were bleeding everywhere, Quinn. I thought… I don't even want to think about it."
oh captain, my captain :')
Always a Bridesmaid
Relationship: Quinn Hughes x OC Barzal!Sister
Summary: Introducing my first original character NHL AU! I won't necessarily post all of my Quinn x Alayna content in order, but I thought we would start out with how our leading characters meet. Before you read, please read my blog introduction and disclaimers here. Enjoy!
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~1600
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Alayna stood by the garden arch, her fingers lightly brushing the soft petals of the flowers adorning it. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a gentle hum that seemed to resonate with her own heartbeat. She glanced around, taking in the joyful faces of the guests, the elegant decorations, and the overall ambiance of love and celebration. It felt surreal.
Alayna adjusted her dress for what felt like the hundredth time, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. She grew up in Coquitlam, Canada with her older brother Mat, who now played professional hockey in New York. After he left, she jetted off to college in a distant city. Those years had been a tumultuous time for her, but one bright spot had been meeting Bella. They had run into each other in a bathroom at a house party, and from that unexpected encounter, a deep friendship blossomed. Bella had been her rock during some of her darkest times, and Alayna was beyond thrilled to see her marrying Brock, a man who clearly adored her. Being a bridesmaid for Bella was a privilege she treasured.
As the bridal party assembled, Alayna found herself paired with Quinn. He wasn’t the biggest guy in the room, but still a commanding presence among the groomsmen. She instantly recognized him from living in Vancouver and being a lifelong hockey fan—Quinn Hughes, the famous captain of the Canucks. She was also pretty sure her brother Mat had met him a handful of times. Alayna had only heard good things about him: a steady captain, not the loudest voice in the room, but a dependable guy.
Alayna’s mind raced. He probably gets approached by people all the time who assume they already know him. She decided to just introduce herself as if she didn’t recognize him. With a warm smile, she made the first move.
“Hi, I’m Alayna, Bella’s good friend from college. We met my freshman year and ended up becoming best friends. It’s nice to meet you.” Quinn’s breath stalled as she approached, but he managed to return her smile. “Nice to meet you, Alayna. I’m Quinn.”
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