here's a little outtake from the fic I'm currently writing. I wanted to fit it into the story, but it doesn't quite flow the way I want, but I do feel it's some fun background to have. so I cut it from the main story, but yall can have it over here! 900 words. (the main story isn't even lestappen, they're just. like that.)
pairings: none
relevant heads up: child lestappen, vampire charles leclerc, human max verstappen, one line of panicking older brother lorenzo
The French boy is freaking out. He doesn't have the French flag on his suit, so Max isn't too sure on what's happening there, but he speaks French.
Mama had bought him a big map with flags on it, and he's been meaning to put it up on his wall and look at it, to memorize all the different lines and colors of each country. He hasn't done that yet though, so all he knows is that the French boy is maybe not quite French, and that he probably did not want Max to see him like this.
Max had gone into the alley because he thought he was going to be sick. Locking eyes with the other boy, who had his teeth sunk into his own wrist, a blood red ring around his pupil, tear tracks on his face— definitely not part of Max's plan.
The rings around his eyes mean he's a vampire. Max is human, but he had a vampire classmate last year. She'd gotten special juice boxes the rest of them weren't allowed to have, and her parents always packed her lunch. She'd been very nice though, and she'd never gone crazy and tried to eat them all or anything else Max had heard an older boy talking about in the bathrooms.
She'd never looked the way the other boy does right now, like he's falling apart at the seams and about to crumble to pieces.
Max takes a careful step forward. The French boy has his teeth in his own skin, but there's no blood dripping from the wound, and he seems sickly.
"Hallo?"
He doesn't speak French— and the other boy probably doesn't speak Dutch. Most people in karting don't.
He whimpers, but he lowers his wrist from his mouth, fingers trembling wildly.
"Salut."
His voice is hoarse, and Max can see tears welling up again against his lashes. He's not sure what to do when a vampire is hurt, he doesn't even know what's wrong— but he does know he's O-, and even his limited knowledge on vampires tells him that blood makes everything better.
The language barrier makes things difficult, and the red eyes watching him are making Max feel fidgety and nervous, but he takes a deep breath and stays. The other boy is a good driver. Not as good as Max, no one is, Max knows it, but he's always closer than Max expects, right in his mirrors when he's not expecting it.
Max doesn't want anything to stop him from racing him. He fidgets with his gloves and tries to remember what the vampire feeding clip had looked like, the one he'd seen a second of on TV before papa had realized he was there and shut it off, saying he was too young to understand.
That man had been at the woman's neck, and they hadn't been wearing any clothes either, but Max doesn't want to die— he just wants to help. Hopefully he doesn't need to be naked for that, because he's not sure he likes the French-Not-French boy that much. Papa would kill him.
There's a gap of skin at the edge of his shirt sleeve, and Max shoves it up to his elbow before taking another careful step closer, extending it out.
"Take?"
There's a full body twitch from the other boy, eyes locked onto where the sun hits Max's pale wrist. He can see the veins underneath his skin, twisting little rivers that he likes to trace during long car rides.
"Non—"
He's licking at his lips, tiny white fangs visible, and Max takes another step forward, determined.
"Take."
There's a blur of motion, too fast for Max to follow, and then there's a sharp pain in his arm— he bites his tongue to hold back the noise he wants to make, realizing he's been pulled out of the sunlight and into the shade. A moment later, all his muscles relax, and he's slumped against the wall as he feels his own heartbeat loud in his ears.
He's dizzy, and he can feel himself being slid down to the ground, but it's an out of body experience— he knows it's happening, he just can't move. The French boy looks better already, color returning to the tips of his ears and his cheeks, and Max can see him swallow, tracking the bob of his throat again and again and again—
"Charles?"
The voice is faint. It sounds French, and Max thinks absently that it sounds right. Charles. The boy in front of him is Charles.
Spots dance in front of his eyes, and he can't help the soft groan, lifting one hand to shove at Charles' head. Surely he's had enough.
His head doesn't budge, and Max feels the sting of his teeth pushing deeper, but his head is so fuzzy, fingers falling limp and sliding off of Charles head to rest weakly in his lap.
The motion snaps Charles out of it, freezing as his eyes blow wide, and then he's jerking back away from Max, face horrified. At the same moment, Max faintly registers the sound of footsteps running into the alley.
"Charles, there you are— Putain—!"
There's a moment of silence from all three of them. Max blinks hazily up at the vaguely familiar face.
He lifts a hand to wave in greeting, watching the spots multiply and dance in front of him, and then he passes out.
Hello everybody! So I bit the bullet and started one more AU! It’s a Royal Lestappen Max!Werewolf/Charles!Vampire AU, arranged marriage, late 1800s era.
I have zero clue how big it will be or what the title will be or who the bad guy will be (tbh I have an idea but I want to marinate on it a bit) and when I will finish writing it.
But, what do you think? Do you like the idea?
Also, do you have any accurate fanarts of them in that vibe? I am trying to make myself as well but I broke my digital pen and I am useless when it comes to using my fingers to sketch.
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This is dying. This must be what dying was. And if Charles died in an attic with a pretty boy reading him a bedtime story, well, that wasn’t the worst death he could imagine.
Then he woke up.
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An AU where Charles dies and turns into a vampire when he and Edwin first meet. Together they run from Death and struggle to figure out who turned Charles and what that might mean for their afterlives.
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Finally posted the first part of my vampire! Charles au! I hope you all enjoy it!
Charles Leclerc was born dead.
The chances of turning, being able to metabolise vampire blood after death, average around the world at 85%. For stillborns, whose bodies have yet to create any neural links, the chances of success are low.
He is lucky it worked.
HI ALL! I took part in the amazing rdr reverse bang (just as an artist this time) and this is my contribution! If you can't tell I was I spire by both my favorite character (Charles) but also by the fact spoopy season is coming upon us yes again!
Charles was a vampire, and Henry was fascinated by him. He loved just observing little things about Charles. He loved how Charles's fangs were slightly retractable, how his skin was cool to the touch, he loved his claw-like nails, and his natural inhuman strength, he just adored Charles. All that considered however, it didn't mean that Henry never worried about Charles. No, he wasn't worried that Charles was going to just attack people for their blood. It was the opposite problem, actually. Charles wasn't drinking enough blood, and it was clearly starting to hit hard. He complained about having headaches, he had dark bags under his eyes, he was constantly tired, he was getting weaker, and it worried Henry.
Henry and Charles were laying on their couch, Charles's head was resting on Henry's chest. Henry was running his fingers through Charles's hair, the vampire was having another headache. "Charles?" Henry asked, "Hm?" Charles replied tiredly. "When was the last time you had blood? You seem unwell." Henry commented, concerned. "I'm fine…" Charles said tiredly. "Charles. When was the last time you drank blood?" Henry repeated, his voice growing stern. Charles stayed silent. "Charles…" Henry's sternness grew. "Two weeks ago.." Charles admitted, guilt etched on his face. "What!?" Henry exclaimed, causing Charles to flinch "... Please don't yell… my head still hurts." Charles asked quietly, holding his head as he buried his face into Henry's chest. Henry lowered his tone, speaking gently again. "Right, I'm sorry love." Henry kissed the top of Charles's head before continuing. "I just want you to take care of yourself. I don't want you to keep starving yourself like this." Henry said as he rubbed circles on Charles's back. "I don't want to attack people just for a meal." Charles uttered, his voice muffled by Henry's chest. "I know you don't like scaring people, but your health is at risk, hun." Henry said as he continued to rub circles on the vampire's back. The two stayed quiet for a bit. Then an idea crossed Henry's mind. Charles wasn't going to like it, but Henry had enough of Charles's self-starvation.
"Drink mine." Henry instructed. Charles's head shot up, shock evident on his face. "Wha- but- Henry! I can't do that to you!" Charles almost yelled in distress. His crimson eyes widened with surprise. "I don't want you to wither away like this. I love you. Seeing you deprive yourself from the nutrients you need like this hurts me way more than your bite would. I trust you won't take too much. Please Charles. Let me help you, love." Henry explained, keeping his tone gentle as he placed his hand on the vampire's cheek. "Please love, don't starve yourself. I don't want you to be in pain anymore." Henry pleaded, waiting for Charles to respond. Charles looked down, as if considering his options. Until he eventually replied with a quiet "okay". Charles lifted himself up so Henry could remove his turtleneck sweater and put it aside, allowing Charles to reach his neck. When Charles got to the crook of Henry's neck he hesitated, still scared of hurting Henry. "It's okay, Charles. I'll be okay." Henry assured quietly. Charles nodded before sinking his fangs into Henry's exposed skin, drinking the red liquid that oozed from the new wound.
Henry sucked air through his teeth, he tried his best not to react too much. He knew that if he sounded like he was in pain, Charles would stop, and the self-starvation would continue. It wasn't the most painful thing he had ever endured, but it was still odd. He could feel the sharp fangs digging into his flesh, he could feel Charles drinking his blood, and he was willing to go through it all for Charles's sake. Henry stared at the television, trying to distract himself. Eventually Charles removed his fangs from Henry's tissue, he licked the extra blood that remained around the open wound. He glanced up at Henry's face, said man now looked uncomfortable, making Charles's heart sink, (metaphorically, that is, Charles didn't actually have a heartbeat, with the whole "vampire" thing). Had he taken too much? "I'm sorry…" Charles mumbled, he felt ashamed. He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. That caught Henry's attention. "Hun, it's okay. I'm alright. A little tired and sore, but I'm alright." Henry said as he cupped Charles's cheek. Charles still had a bit of blood on his face, it stained his teeth, and dripped from his mouth to his chin. Henry grabbed some tissues from a box nearby and wiped the blood from his lover's chin as he continued to talk. "I don't want you to feel guilty about this, okay? You need to eat just like every other creature out there, there's no shame in that." Henry stated before giving Charles a peck on the nose. "I'm literally a monster, Henry, a parasite. How can you be so… trusting of me?" Charles asked. Henry gave him a small smile
"You may be a monster, but you're my monster, and I intend to keep you around. And don't call yourself a parasite, that's not what you are."
"But Henry-"
"No! You are not a parasite! You are a beautiful creature, and I will have nobody say otherwise."
Silence fell over the two, Henry's face was stern while Charles laid there surprised. Charles rested his head on Henry's chest, listening to his heartbeat. He loved listening to it. Whenever he was worried about Henry he would listen for that heartbeat, that telltale sign of life. He loved how rhythmic it was. He loved how sometimes it was faster than other times, even if he wasn't always sure why that happened (Henry said sometimes it was because of emotions, or something? Charles couldn't remember). Henry was okay. That heartbeat was still there. If the heart's still beating, he's alive. Charles reminded himself. "I love you, Henry… thanks for looking out for me." Charles spoke quietly, but clear enough so Henry could hear him. "I love you too. I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just want you to take care of yourself. It worries me that you starve yourself out of guilt. Is your head feeling better, by the way?" Henry spoke softly, his voice laced with care. Charles thought for a moment. Come to think of it, his head had stopped hurting. He was so focused on Henry he had forgotten that he had a headache in the first place. "Yeah, actually. My head doesn't hurt at all. Are you feeling okay? I should probably get you some bandaids or something." Charles inquired. "I'm okay, kinda tired and sore, but overall fine." Henry commented, leaning back a bit to rest his head. Charles stood up. As much as he wanted to stay, he felt that at the very least he should get those bandages.
"I'll be right back." Charles said before leaving the room. He figured that since he was already up he might as well rinse out the blood staining his teeth, too. He returned a few minutes later with Batman-themed band aids. Henry snorted, remembering how much of a dork this 'undead creature of the night' really was. After Charles covered the two holes left by his fangs with the band aids, he returned to his previous position. Once again listening to Henry's heart. Henry wrapped his arms around Charles, rubbing circles on his back again, as the two of them watched tv together. They eventually fell asleep, just enjoying each other's presence.
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I said there would probably be more vampire Charles content on Halloween and here I am at the literal end of the day posting it lmao Really hope you like it (it's basically just smut and an excuse for me to write jealous Charles).
Also, it started with a Mr. Brightside lyric and it ended with one as well, hell yeah
Summary:
Charles never thought of himself as a jealous person. Unfortunately, with Erik, Charles had been learning a lot about himself that he didn't know before.
Choscar vampire fic 👀👀👀?? Ik it doesn't exist but what are your ideas for the au?? Are they still drivers or? Who's the vampire (im assuming Charles is, but it could be Osc)? Rancid sex!?!? Squirmy oscar going all soft and pliant and ugh 😫😫😫
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I posted about Charles keeping Oscar pretty much as a living bloodbag a while back.
Of course Charles is the vampire here, like he was made for this.
I am picturing Oscar wanting to be helpful and not really realizing the depth of what he was getting himself into. But also getting weirdly into it. And it's too late this vampire has grown way to fond of him to let him go.
Charles is excessively possessive of Oscar (he's his food source ofc) and ofc he is slowly taking over dictating Oscar's diet so he stays healthy and also tasty <3
This is also why Oscar is always sleeping. He needs a nap after being drained.
