sebastian vettel/charles leclerc. rated e. 9.5k. footballer au
He just needs to settle this the way he knows best—setting the rules and standards for a well-thought-out contingency plan, just like he would for any other matchday—grounding him, keeping him in place and check and leaving him unable to do anything stupid. He takes a deep breath, feeling the cool rush of air fill his lungs while his brain gets to work—carefully inscribing each of them into his mind, memorizing every word until it’s all he knows.
Rule number one: Don’t let that kid get into your head, no matter how many times he’s shown up in there, completely uninvited. Rule number two: You and him are just teammates, nothing more. Rule number three: He won’t ever get the better of you, because you’re Sebastian Vettel.
sebastian vettel/charles leclerc. rated e. 9.5k. footballer au
He just needs to settle this the way he knows best—setting the rules and standards for a well-thought-out contingency plan, just like he would for any other matchday—grounding him, keeping him in place and check and leaving him unable to do anything stupid. He takes a deep breath, feeling the cool rush of air fill his lungs while his brain gets to work—carefully inscribing each of them into his mind, memorizing every word until it’s all he knows.
Rule number one: Don’t let that kid get into your head, no matter how many times he’s shown up in there, completely uninvited. Rule number two: You and him are just teammates, nothing more. Rule number three: He won’t ever get the better of you, because you’re Sebastian Vettel.
Manchester United veteran and star Sebastian Vettel just wants to see the final few years of his career through peacefully—keeping to his usual fare of scoring goals and being a hero, and maybe winning a few more trophies along the way—just as a nice little consolation prize for all the uncharacteristic football-related nightmares he's been having as of late. That is, until new transfer signing and starboy Charles Leclerc—said object behind those nightmares—suddenly appears to unknowingly fuck his life—and in the process, maybe, just maybe, also him.
Now that he’s observing him freely, without Leclerc running away every time he even as much glances in his direction—he looks like he did in all of Seb’s dreams—young, around his early twenties, right at the age where the entire world is at your fingertips. He’s all off on his own—not really socializing with the rest of the lads or any of the coaching staff—choosing to be in his little bubble with no one else around. It’s been like this for the entirety of the tour so far, with him keeping his distance from everybody and anybody—and Seb would maybe just chalk it up to nerves had he not been actively trying to dodge any semblance of a living, breathing person—not speaking unless spoken to, only showing up when required.
Nothing, not his appearance or behavior, screams ‘professional footballer’—seeming more like a skittish schoolboy about to embark on his first day, if anything—but Seb supposes you can’t judge a book by its cover.
Even if the book happens to be ridiculously handsome.
director's commentary ask! i wanna know more about your aldnoah au!! <3
helloooo mint my beloved
this is a bit long so. here we go
for the aldnoah au - think it first started off when i was rewatched a few mecha animes i liked when i was younger and i immediately thought of aldnoah afterwards. like the premise of it is so interesting - in an alternate universe, humans have made a home out of mars and now there's two factions, the people who live on earth vs the people who formerly were from earth but now live on mars...
in my head, princess asseylum -> charles, inaho -> seb, but i also wanted to build on that universe and not kind of just stick them into those roles....
crown prince charles as the solitary ruler of his nation, the Exalted - he's about the same age as seb in this (both in their early-mid 20s) but he's had to take on so much responsibility at a young age. the war's been going on for longer than he's been alive but he's been tasked with seeking the end of it, finally establishing peace between mars and earth (although rumors have been circulating that the Vers royal cabinet do not approve of his decision) he's a bit lonely, with the isolation of his empire and having to shoulder the entire responsibility of a planet on his own - but he doesn't really allow that to show.
His gaze keeps finding the Exalted, no matter how hard he tries to look away—completely mesmerized by what he’s seeing. He looks far too young to be a political leader, let alone the sole ruler of one of the powerful empires in the known galaxy. Somehow, that makes Seb frown—just what had really happened in those forty years to make someone so youthful become the symbol of unyielding power, pride?
And yet, he carries himself quietly, as if he had seen all the universe had to offer him in his short while in the mortal realm—his presence demanding reverence without even having to say a word. The mark of true nobility.
and then you have seb, a fighter pilot and fia special agent. recruited into the air force and then into the special forces before he turned 19 and he's been making waves ever since. all he knows is piloting frames (mechas) and he prefers keeping it that way. he's cheeky, kind of the opposite of charles in that regard. also being sent on a diplomatic mission to another planet was definitely not anywhere on his bucket list.
His reflection glances back at him on the glazed glass—his mirror twin looking uncomfortably stuffed into his dress uniform and with medals messily pinned to the chest as the Martian desert pans out in front of him—nothing but orange skies and sand for miles and miles. He definitely isn’t used to being on Mars—hell, he’s never even been here before, let alone standing in a lavish guest room on a planet that isn’t blue and green with actual breathable oxygen the moment he steps outside—not even for a brief goodwill visit on behalf of the FIA.
A sudden knock at his door tears his gaze away from himself—and he goes to open it, only to find one Lewis Hamilton standing there—tapping his foot impatiently. He’s dressed just like him—in full, fancy military garb, the ones they only bring out of the closet when a superior officer happens to visit or someone’s gone and died in a tragic and heroic fashion. Neither happen to exactly be particularly exciting occasions, he thinks.
they both share a lot of responsibility, both seb and charles - because, PARALLELS. but at the same time i wanted there to be subtle differences in the way their environment affects them - charles shown mostly in isolation, detached, vs. seb with lewis, the camaraderie between the two.
like they come from completely different worlds (in both meanings) and yet they share a similar kind of narrative and goal in seeking peace. while they might not exactly hit it off initially (even being a bit antagonistic), literally my favorite thing about them in this universe is that they push each other to become better. like they are devoted to each other and the cause and i just have a lot of feelings about that
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It’s his tenth day here—and all he’s known for the past week or so is orange dusty skies and utter boredom.
One of the attendants had told him about the observation deck when he was wandering around aimlessly earlier—where you could get the best view of Mars in the entirety of the empire. It’d interested him—curious to see what a different planet looks like undisturbed, entirely in its natural state. Besides, it’s not like he has anything better to do until he can warp right out of here, heading back to the familiarity of Earth—so he takes them up on the offer, making his way to the tower on the east end of the palace.
But what Seb doesn’t expect to find is someone there already—back turned to him as he gazes at the Martian landscape below him, his white robes flowing behind him like they did that very fateful day, like a flower blossoming in the safety of a desert oasis.
The Exalted.
This is less than ideal—being stuck here with the sole ruler of one of the most influential planets in the solar system, in a one-on one-situation—and he tries to creep out the way he came, silently edging towards the door. Sightseeing can come another day—maybe when he’s not the only person in the room with the Exalted.
Of course, fate wills it otherwise—because before he can even get a foot through the door, something clatters to his left—drawing attention to his position. He scrambles, hoping it wasn’t heard—but it’s only a wishful thought, considering the Exalted’s alertness now.
“Oh,” he says, gracefully turning around to face him—eyes full of nothing but tepid curiosity. “It’s you.”
When Sebastian tilts his head back to look at the sky, he finds it a clear blue abyss, save for the wispy clouds on the horizon and a trail left by a long-gone plane. A loose strand of straw at the back of his woven hat tickles the back of his neck. It's worth it to bask in the warm midday sun, though. Summer mornings are one of life's many pleasures, and he intends to cherish every dawn.
