#baldfic

[leqclerc]

soft, softer, softly [Sebastian/Charles] 522 words

Charles finds Sebastian in the designated driver’s room at the back of the trackside building. He’d spotted his car parked outside earlier, but hadn’t had a chance to speak to him yet, their schedules keeping them apart all morning. 

Sebastian doesn’t seem to notice him, standing with his back to Charles as he zips up his race suit. He fastens the velcro at his throat with deft fingers, then slips his cap off his head.

Gone are the soft, sandy curls that fell across his forehead, replaced by a shorter cut that exposes more of his scalp.

Charles breathes in sharply. Sebastian’s face moves through surprise quickly, and then he just looks at him, appraising.

“It’s that bad, is it?” 

“No, not bad,” Charles says, shaking his head. He looks disarmingly earnest. “Different.” 

Sebastian snorts at that, already turning away. Something tugs at Charles’s insides, and he stumbles forward. “No, I mean it.”

“Ten years,” Sebastian says, the corners of his mouth twitching into a wry smile. It’s as close to self-deprecating as he’ll allow himself to get.

“I don’t care.” Charles’s expression goes soft. “You know that.”

It’s not insurmountable, not if they don’t let it be. 

Sebastian’s still clutching his cap, idly tracing a finger across the familiar 5 on the brim, but he’s facing him now, so at least there’s that. In a rush of—affection, maybe—Charles moves closer, and closer still, until he’s close enough to gently pry the cap from Sebastian’s hands, setting it aside. 

He wants to tell him that everything about whatever it is they are is weird and unconventional, but he’s trying, and this new development isn’t going to deter him; that he can’t even wrap his head around what Sebastian is feeling in those places he won’t let him touch, but he’s still here, if Sebastian wants him there. By comparison, this feels like a bigger deal than it actually is. Maybe that’s a symptom of love.

“You’re still you,” Charles murmurs, lets it be warm. “This doesn’t change anything. I’ll still—” he pauses, licks his lips, “—I still want you.” 

They hadn’t seen much of each other over winter break; it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. But now that they’re standing here, close enough for Charles to feel the warmth radiating off Sebastian’s body, he can’t help himself. 

He leans in and very deliberately kisses Sebastian’s forehead, his temple, the line of his jaw. His hands come up, into Sebastian’s short hair, his thumb fitting snugly behind his ear.

“You’re beautiful,” Charles says. “Did you know that?”

The crazy thing is, he looks like he means it, every word. Sebastian doesn’t know what to do with him sometimes, when he gets like this. 

He scoffs, his mouth feeling too dry for actual words. A fond smile curves his lips, the one he seems to reserve just for Charles.

“Better than last year’s,” Sebastian comments, trailing his fingers down the tricolore stripe running along the side of Charles’s race suit, all the way down to his thigh. 

“Different,” Charles hums. “But I’ll get used to it.”

And that’s that; all is understood.

[leqclerc]

This is for your last anon: Charles would lovingly kiss Seb's shining bald head and whisper sweet words into his ear. He would even polish that hairless head. This is the only headcanon I'll ever accept and, hear me out, this is poetic cinema. Also, Charles would probably rejoice at the existence of people finding Seb less attractive (as long as they don't trash Seb's looks to his face) because now Seb's (definitely) only HIS. Doesn't it cover all aspects of Charles' personality? Lemme dream .-.

Get out of my drafts (affectionate) 👀

Oh my god but this? Okay see here’s the thing: I’ve always loved that dichotomy. Charles is...definitely above-average in the looks department. He’s like, stupidly, ridiculously, your-existence-is-questionable good-looking, and I think everyone can attest to that, even people who dislike him. Literally a YA protagonist. And he knows it. And he tortures us with it. 

Seb is a good looking guy. Maybe not everyone’s cup of tea, but objectively he looks good. But when you put them together...Idk I’ve always liked the idea of everyone around them questioning how compatible they are - in every way, including in a physical/aesthetic sort of way. People snidely commenting that Charles could feasibly have anyone, but he’s “settling” for Seb. But Charles doesn’t see it that way; he loves Seb exactly the way he is. He doesn’t even, like...consider it in those terms. He’s grateful for the time he gets to spend with Seb, gets flustered by and craves his affection in equal measure. It’s never a beauty contest in his mind. 

And so this...would only amplify that. There’s more possessiveness there, for sure; but as soon as someone tries to make unsavoury remarks about Seb’s physical appearance to his face, Charles bristles and defends him. Charles throwing hands with Will Buxton in the paddock when?

[leqclerc]

please write bald seb unironically romantically, i know it's fanfic but it'd be nice and possibly inspiring to see

Thank you for (semi) prompting this, anon! I was toying with the idea already but your ask made me actually do it, so thank you for the incentive. Here you go. 💕

[leqclerc]

YOU'RE A PRECIOUS GEM TO THIS FANDOM! HOLY SHIT! SO YOU REALLY WROTE bald!SEB AND CHARLES KISSING HIS FOREHEAD?! I LOVE YOU.

YES, OF COURSE. Your wish is my command 🙏🏻💕 I live for Charles adoring every single iteration of Seb ever, and yes, that includes embracing his baldness. I know it’s probably a bit too sweet and all, but I tried my best with it, and tbh it was quite fun to write ✌🏻 Thank you for your ask, very inspiring, 10/10 👀