#charles fic

[eicsferrari]

Sugar Talking - cl16, op81

part 3 - summary someone from yn's past comes back and a lot can change in a few months

a/n pls ignore timelines i try my best to make everything make sense but you'll just have to pretend oscar moved to monaco years ago for the sake of the plot thank you

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03. When did you get hot?

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user girl you've been off the grid we missed you

user two months without you💔 the yn withdrawal was real

user so did you and charles break up...?

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💿baby steps - perrie

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flavybarla no need to be nervous, we are gonna have an amazing night🫶🏼

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user yn and flavy's friendship is so precious to me

user friendship? they are practically in love, esteban better watch out

estebanocon i have already accepted the fact that my girlfriend has a girlfriend

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user she has always been an attention seeker. it's no surprise that when charles dumped her she went to find another driver🙄

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[parcfermekisses]

Perle Rare

George Russell / Charles Leclerc, 1.1k words

AO3, archive locked

Charles is sleep-warm against him, head on his shoulder, and George carefully unfolds his arms from between the two of them. He feels awkward and gangly, unsure what to do until he gives in and refolds them around Charles. “Can I — hang out for a bit? I just need … I don’t want to be …” George can’t bring himself to say alone. It’s ridiculous enough being here in hastily pulled-on joggers and hoodie, hair in every direction and barefoot for the short walk down the hall. He’s got his phone, but he’s not sure he remembered a room key, and the tightness in his chest increases.

George needs someone to talk to in the aftermath of Silverstone 2022.

[impurely]

does anyone know an f1 fic starring charles leclerc as an ordinary person, might probably be a college dropout, in which he met y/n in a club and they immediately bonded but y/n is an independent girl?

the story has smut. towards the ending, y/n was considering staying with charles but he cheated so she left him for a job in london. charles begged for forgiveness but y/n just cannot accept infidelity..

it's a bit angst considering charles is portrayed as an ordinary, fucked up guy who went to club often and slept around. it was posted in 2022, i thought ive liked the post but its nowhere in my likes. if any of you know pls reply with the title/writer's username, im dying to re-read the story again 🥹

[julie-streep]

The scandal

Chapter 4

Year of 1993

Charles was doing the first public engagement since the phone call had come out, and he was happy that everything was going smoothly so far. He was shaking hands with the public who had lined up to meet him when someone from the crowd started shouting.

"Hey Charlie, I think you need your eyes checking if you prefer that to Diana. Do you need glasses?" - people turned around to the source of the voice and started to laugh. It was clear to Charles that that was the feeling of the majority of the people, but he did not care, he was in love, and people just tend to be too superficial when it came to public figures. He wonders how many of them would have felt the same if they were in his position. He did not like people talking bad about Camilla but punching someone was not something he would ever be allowed to do, so he just looked at the man and went on with his engagement, hoping no one would talk about the scandal again.

That evening when Charles arrived back home he wasn't in a good mood, he was really tired and he could not wait to have a hot shower and an early night, but his mood got even worse when entering the living room he found Diana on the sofa watching his engagement on television and laughing.

"Oh hello, I was just watching you. It's hilarious, isn't it?" - Diana was smirking at Charles, she found the situation funny, and it was some kind of revenge for her. She liked seeing Charles so distressed and in difficulty. Charles did not answer to her provocation so Diana continued.

"How is she feeling about this? Did she already found a paper who'll give her good money to tell her side of the story?" - Diana laughed, that would be even more fun she thought. Nor Charles nor Camilla had the same effect on the public as Diana and she knew if they tried to tell their side of the story they will just get more hate, so it was going to be a win for her anyway.

"Camilla is not going to sell any details of our story to anyone, she is not interested in money, not like you. She is not with me for my money or my title, she loves me" - Charles was furious about the situation, but he was also tired of all the hate he was receiving from everyone.

"I love you too, but you were always too busy chasing after her to care" - Diana was now not laughing anymore.

"No. You loved the idea of being a princess, the future Queen. She loves Charles, the man, not the prince" - Charles did not care if he was hurting her. It was the truth and even if he never cared about how Diana felt about him, he was tired of being attacked and accused of breaking a marriage that never worked and it was never only his fault. They just did not love each other and Diana was using every opportunity and the power she had over the people and the press to make him looked like the evil in the story, but it takes two to make a marriage work and it makes to break a marriage.

"Are you sure about it? Who would ever want to love you?" - Diana was now mad at him and she just wanted to hurt him as much as possible. She had always been jealous of Charles and Camilla's relationship and when she had married Charles she had hoped he would have grown to love her because that was what she always wanted, to be loved by someone.

"You certainly never loved me. I was never enough for you, not a good enough husband or father. I tried, I really did and I am sorry but I don't love you, I never did and I never will" - Diana was now on the verge of tears, his words hurt her. Everyone loved her so why her husband couldn't?

"Why her?" - Diana asked screaming. Charles closed his eyes and shook his head. How he hated that question, so many people had asked him that same question over the last year and he was tired of answering it. No one understood, people were just so superficial sometimes, everyone was too focused on comparing Diana and Camilla's look instead of stopping even just for a second to think that a marriage can not be built on beauty.

"I love Camilla because she makes me feel wanted, loved and enough. Because she supports and encourages me, she finds me interesting, funny and I can't live without her" - a silent tear run on Charles' cheek.

"Well now everyone knows how you feel, aren't you happy?" - Charles sighed. Was he happy that everyone was talking about his private life? Was he happy that the press was haunting and humiliating Camilla? Was he happy that people were insulting her? No, he was not happy, he felt guilty and he felt like he let down the only person who loved him and who never judged him.

"No. Camilla does not deserve any of this, her only fault is to love me and to want to make me happy" - Charles then just left the room and went into his bedroom, he could not stand Diana anymore, all he wanted was to be free. Free of this marriage and free to love the woman he wanted.

He went in the shower, turned on the hot water and cried. He was so tired of the situation and tired of his life. The scandal was a disaster but maybe this would be the perfect excuse to make things clear with his family, to finally make them agree on a divorce, maybe he could finally be with Camilla. After the shower, he went to bed and stared at the ceiling, but he could not find sleep. Then suddenly his phone rang, it was Camilla.

"Hi darling" - her voice sounded cheerful and Charles could not resist but to smile.

"Hi love" - Camilla realised he did not sound happy at all.

"Are you alright?" - she was worried about her prince, she had seen him on television today and she had hoped that what that man had said did not affect him, but it did.

"I love you and I miss you" - Charles sounded so sad and defeated and Camilla's heart broke for him.

"I love you too my prince, so much" - when Charles did not answer, she continued.

"Darling, I don't care what they say about me or the situation. We are in this together, we love each other and we make each other happy, that's the only thing that matters" - Camilla was trying to reassure him, but she knew how much Charles let himself get upset over what people thought about him. She wished they could spend more time together now that everyone knew about them and was attacking them, but they couldn't because it would cause even more resentment towards them. They had agreed just to call each other to say goodnight and to exchange letters, no meetings.

"I know. But I do care about it, I don't care if they attack me, but they should not talk about you" - Charles was angry at the world and the only person who could make him feel better was miles away and he could not see her. Talking over the phone was not enough, he needed to see her to survive, to kiss her, to inhale her scent.

After saying goodnight to Camilla, Charles closed his eyes. When did my life start to go so wrong? He asked himself. Why can't they just let me be happy? Is the monarchy more important than my happiness and Camilla? No, he thought immediately. Divorce was what he wanted and he would get it, even if it would be the last thing he would do as the Prince of Wales.

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[parcfermekisses]

Pairing: George / Charles

Small shrug and he hadn't thought about anything after pulling Charles into his arms. "I don't wanna… sorry… you should sleep…" but George isn't making any move to let go. "…can I just… stay? Need to know you're…" Trails off, before the last word comes out quietly, "...safe."

It's not quite true. What he really wants is for Charles to make sure he's safe, to make sure he isn't going to go spinning off and get stuck somewhere. He can't bring himself to say that, though, just hopes that if Charles holds on to him long enough and tight enough it'll make everything okay again.

"I'll be fine in the morning …" George tries to sound relaxed but Charles knows him well enough to know he isn't, yet. "… 's just sorry-I-woke-you-o'clock in the morning and I…" Charles feels him shrug. "You know what it's like when the adrenaline wears off."

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George shudders on the inhale, and if he could get Charles any closer against him he would. He blinks away the tears that are threatening, squeezes his eyes shut.

"I got tagged and couldn't do anything… and then…" George extracts his free hand and makes a tumbling motion in the air before tucking it back under the covers.

"…don't let go of me," he repeats, and he doesn't really mean it literally anymore. Means, don't go where I can't follow, means I never want to say goodbye. Fingers press into Charles' ribs through his tee for a moment, but not with the same crushing need as before.

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He turns his head to the side and the pillow smells like Charles, like his ridiculously expensive but tastefully subtle cologne. It's familiar and comfortable, and it'd be nice to stay tangled together like this – warm, Charles drowsy on his chest, George's arm slung around him – for a month, or a week, or even just a weekend.

He sighs, content, and the images of the crash that played in his head every time he's closed his eyes start to fade.

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'Désolé,' whispers Charles in between kisses. 'Désolé … I'm sorry … please …'

'I know.' Pierre kisses him again – gently, kindly. 'You know the rules though.'

Charles nods. 'Please …' He's brought his arms up in front of himself anyway, hands almost together, waiting for the cuffs even as he pleads. 'Désolé …'

The wide leather straps buckle easily around his wrists, and there's only a brief hesitation before Charles complies with the tug on each one, reaching towards the corners of the bed where he's clipped in place.

Pierre caresses his face, thumb sweeping across the line of his cheekbone. 'Are you ready, chéri?'

'Oui.' It's quiet, a little apprehensive. He’s looking to Pierre to tell him it'll be okay, but he can't quite read his expression.

'Mmmm. Bon.'

Charles pulls his feet up and lets Pierre push his knees open, kisses alternating with the sting of teeth along his inner thighs. As the wet heat of Pierre's tongue works over him there's a while where Charles forgets it’s a punishment, muscles relaxing to allow slick fingers in. He lifts his head and Pierre smiles up at him, fingers curling and Charles gasps, cock twitching against his abs.

'Such a shame you weren't this good before.'

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Kinktober – Days 29/30 Public Sex: Pierre / Charles 

"Chéri…" Pierre nudges him gently, checking to see if he's awake. "Charles, look at this." 

Charles sighs sleepily, content, as Pierre presses up behind him, holds him in a one-armed hug as he balances the phone on the pillow in front of him. His beard's softly scratchy against the side of Charles's neck as he murmurs, "Press play." 

Charles blinks, focusses and pulls a hand free to tap the screen. Instagram. There's no sound, but he doesn't need it to recognise that it's from last night – dark, unsteady phone footage of the two of them on the dance floor of whatever club they'd ended up at. Did he even know the name? Charles can't remember. They're all much the same at 3am.

They're surrounded by people, visible only from the shoulders up, and heads bob in and out of view at the bottom of the frame, occasionally obscuring them. In the video Pierre bends his head beside Charles's and it looks as if he's telling him something, trying to be heard over the music. In bed, Charles lifts his hand instinctively to where Pierre had bitten, sharply, briefly, the shell of his ear. 

"Does it …" he asks quietly, and feels Pierre nod in answer. 

Charles is grateful, as he keeps watching, that the video doesn't capture how tightly Pierre is holding him against his thigh, that the way he's grinding against him looks like swaying to the music. Pierre kisses his neck and squeezes him briefly as on the dance floor Charles closes his eyes – if he didn't know better it would look like he's briefly caught in another song, mouthing lyrics out of time. The reel loops back to the beginning and Charles breathes again. 

"Oh." 

"Mmmmm." Pierre's just about purring. "You're so beautiful when you come apart in my arms, chéri." 

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Kinktober – Days 17/18 Bondage (Shibari): George / Charles

They've done this enough now that the movements are becoming familiar, comfortable enough that George doesn't often have to stop to look at the diagrams he's discreetly positioned to the side. It's good. It lets him focus on Charles. 

George has one hand on Charles's back, keeping the centre of the rope – red, because it’s Charles and he didn't think twice about the colour before ordering it – in place as he finds where the lengths meet back up over Charles’s shoulders at the base of his breastbone. The first knots are the hardest, he thinks as he lets go of the bight, there’s nothing to balance them against, but it’s getting easier and Charles is patient. A second knot follows a few inches below that, then another, and one more below his navel. He’s careful to keep the movements slow and smooth, taking as much rope through with each pull as he can, arm outstretched before coming back for the next. He splits the cord to run either side of Charles’s still semi-soft cock, holds it against him with the flat of his hand and turns him slightly, shoulder to George’s chest as he tugs the rope upwards behind him – Charles smiles, enough to bring out his dimples – and George finally slips the rope back through the loop.

He runs a hand from the first knot down to the fourth and kisses Charles's cheek. “Okay?”

“Mmmmmm.” 

"Not too tight?"

A shake of Charles's head and George kisses his cheek again, stays with his nose pressed to him for a moment longer before he continues. 

The next part, the part where it all comes together, is the part George enjoys the most. He splits the lengths, one to each side, and takes them back to the front, under Charles's arms, turning him, as he works the cord under and over and back under itself at the top of Charles’s chest, anchoring it and starting the diamond pattern. "You're beautiful," he whispers, as he crosses it behind Charles again, steals a glance at the diagrams, and repeats the under, over, under into the space between the first and second knots. Charles gasps and sighs softly at each tightening tug. He looks relaxed, almost sleepy, but more like he’s … distant? Letting go? George is never quite sure how to describe it. He doesn’t entirely understand, yet, what it is about this that works for Charles, but it doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that it does.

Under, over, under, tug, cross behind.

Under, over, under, tug, cross behind.

George sinks to his knees, face inches from Charles’s groin. Under, over, under, tug. He rests his hands on Charles’s hips, looks up. “One more?” It’s not really a question, even if he still phrases it as one. Charles always says yes.

He passes the ends from hand to hand behind Charles without waiting for an answer, then brings them back to the front. A pause, lets the anticipation heighten, then opens the final diamond around Charles’s cock. Under … looped over … tucked under … slowly pulled through one last time, watching Charles’s face as the rope rubs against itself, the vibrations travelling. A tug, a soft groan from above him, and George manages a square knot without looking, lips to Charles’s hip.

One day, perhaps, they’ll take it further, but for now it works for both of them that Charles can still cling to him, arms tight around his neck, as he carries him to bed.