#theme: arthur knows

[merlinfic]

Hi! Are there any long canon-era fics (the longer the better) where Arthur knows about Merlin's magic then becomes king? I'd love to read an exploration of how magic comes back to Camelot and how Arthur and Merlin thrive in the time of magic. Bonus points for good!Morgana and good!Mordred.

Hiya! Enjoy! :)

Born of Magic 

The Coming of the Golden Age 

Dower the Stars 

How To Mend a Broken Heart 

#other: asks #other: requests #theme: arthur knows #mod danielle

[mossytines]

"Agent Milton was just doing his job" STOP SUCKING HIS DICK OH MY LORD. I DON'T CARE IF HE WAS HONEST OR FAIR HE STILL DID THAT BULLSHIT IN LAKAY IN CHAPTER 5 WHEN HE KNEW ABOUT JACK'S PRESENCE, ACTIVELY PUTTING A CHILD IN DANGER FOR SOME RICH GUY MONEY.

HE STILL.. IS A PINKERTON. I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT IF THERE'S SOMETHING THAT'S NOTORIOUS FOR BEING CRUEL, I WON'T REALLY RESPECT OR TRUST ANYBODY WHO'S IN SAID SOMETHING.

DOING HIS JOB OR NOT, HE DOESN'T HAVE A RESPECTABLE JOB.

#i dont know bruh its the same with cops #you cant be “one of the good ones” if youre all working to push the same cruel and unjust laws #also not to say that the gang hasnt done bad shit because its obvious they have #but bad person vs bad person doesnt make one of them better #also people supporting milton because he was “”just doing his job“” seem to ignore the major themes of morality doesnt always equal legality #okay ill stop ranting in the tags #just stop dickriding cops please #milton isnt a cop. just some guy paid buy a rich asshole #by this time the pinkertons wouldnt be able to work with the us government because of the anti pinkerton act in 1893 #big L honestly #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption #rdr2 arthur #red dead #arthur rdr2 #red dead 2

[bogslob]

I am so excited to find out what the lift music is gonna be

Will it be “raindrops keep falling on my head” like in the book?

Will it be tense?

I need to know what vibe kronos’ ride to olympus is gonna have in season five

#i know we already heard some in episode 3 but the vibe of that episode was different #Arthur’s theme (best that you can do) #percy jackson #the lightning thief #rick riordan #pjo tv show #pjo series #percy jackon and the olympians #we find out the truth sort of #pjo #kronos #raindrops keep falling on my head #pjo finale

[elissastillstands]

LIFE, DEATH, AND THE FURY

I started Hades with the goal of romancing Meg, but over the past couple months I’ve played it through the end credits, maxed out some more bonds, and started trying higher heats! I love it utterly. Here’s to many more runs.

#hades supergiant #hades game #hades fanart #megaera #zagreus #thanatos #megzag #megthanzag #digital art #i stockpiled nectars and ambrosia for meg #i literally did not try to get companions other than battie and mort and i did not update them until i maxed out meg's bond #my friend was like ''but updated companions now means more ambrosias for meg later'' no i have a clear strategic vision #but truly playing this game has been a much needed respite in a wild semester for me. #it's also that it's classically themed to the point where i was intrigued by it but also it's distant enough to not turn my work brain on #at least for these three. i have a lot of fun with them. i'm late-ish game and their banter (especially meg's in tartarus) is really sweet #and than is sticking around after i talk to him in the house #gameplay wise i'm on heat 13 and my fave weapon is the aspect of arthur sword #(extremely funny if you know my bbcm history)

[floralcrematorium]

Arthur Kirkland || HWS England

Character Playlist | 21 songs | 1hr 15 min

• Dearly Departed - Marianas Trench • Savior - Rise Against • Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind • Don't Believe A Word - Third Eye Blind • Viva La Vida - Coldplay • Do Better - Say Anything • Cat's In The Cradle - The Relentless • ABSINTHE - MOTHICA • 18 - Anarbor • Rhinestone Eyes - Gorillaz • Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles • I'm Still Standing - Elton John • Scarborough Fair/Canticle - Simon & Garfunkel • Ship in a Bottle - fin • 505 - Arctic Monkeys • Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High - Arctic Monkeys • He Who Flees the Light - Calabrese • Just One Yesterday - Fall Out Boy • The Beast of Pirate's Bay - Aurelio Voltaire • Absinthe - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME • icarus - luvbug

Spotify | Youtube

#was genuinely surprised to see him win the poll #regardless i said i'd deliver so here he is #for much of arthur's playlist i thought of one of three things #1. his crippling loneliness and the feeling of uselessness followed by alcoholism #^ i tend to go FACE family human AUs but y'all nationverse fans can take this in literally any way #2. his relationship with alfred & mattie as a father/older brother figure (icarus and cat's in the cradle especially) #3. his relationship with francis #to me arthur is a stubborn man who doesn't know when to quit even when he's being a detriment to himself #like Francis he tries to put on the air that he's graceful and eloquent but because his charisma is not nearly at the same level as Fran's #Arthur falls flat and the facade becomes seethrough #your honor this man is melancholic and miserable and NOT in a fun way #hetalia #hws england #arthur kirkland #floralcrematorium music #character playlist #hetalia character playlist #hetalia character theme songs #Spotify

[anhttydbookfan]

okay listen i know i’ve already sent several asks about several things but i need to say this one too

so i’m imagining a classic TWOO Arthurian style continuation where an (aro) Xar (though everyone calls him Arthur) continuously takes a love potion to try to force himself into loving Guinevere, because he thinks “A king needs a queen, right? That’s how it always goes.”

this doesn’t go well, obviously. Bodkin (of course referred to as Lancelot) and Guinevere have the classic affair, Arthur hunts Lancelot down and kills him.

Lancelot tries to tell Arthur to go back, that Looter’s son is going to usurp him, but Arthur is in shock. The love potion is wearing off, and his rage dissipates. Lancelot dies and Xar tries to wake him up desperately, calling him Bodkin for the first time in over a decade, desperately trying to believe that it’s just Bodkin’s narcolepsy.

The potion wears off and Xar stands over his old friend’s corpse, realizing that none of this would have happened if he hadn’t kept taking that potion.

None of this would have happened if he hadn’t tried to spell things the right way instead of going with whatever sounded right.

I always enjoy getting asks from you, please never apologize for putting masterpieces in my askbox this is one of the greatest stories ive read all day. I think i felt every emotion a longform version of this story would have given me in the span of forty-five seconds. I needed to step away from my computer for a bit to recover. Wow.

#twoo #i can see the themes of addiction and internalized aphobia brought about by societal amatonormativity #Guinivere finds out that arthur needs to drink a potion to love her That Way and you know it affects her #even if at first she tries to pretend it doesn't #and lancelot just... loves her. No special potions or magic needed #Trying to deny love that was there nearly ruined everything once and trying to force love that wasn't ruined everything again

[choices-and-voices]

Friends, I know that this blog has been endless Guinevere spam for like a week now. And I can’t promise that there aren’t more posts still to come, but – for the moment, there’s just one more that I want to make. It’s the best way I can think of to say goodbye to this book, to all the feelings it ignited in my heart and all the cogs it set turning in my brain. Because in the end, nothing exists in isolation, and – that goes especially for game adaptations of Britain’s most tragic legend. I present to you:

moments from Guinevere that hit different when you remember how the original folklore went

#this book was just… such an experience #in every possible way #the characters & the worldbuilding & the themes & the cultural significance #I can’t remember the last time I was so invested & I don’t know what I’m going to do with my saturdays anymore #I’ve loved every minute #playchoices #choices: stories you play #guinevere #guinevere choices #arthur pendragon #arthur pendragon choices #arthur x mc #morgana pendragon #mordred pendragon #motifs guinevere #screenshots #original post

[asoiaf-artbrdr]

Arthur, Ashara, and Allyria Dayne

Since none of these three Daynes of Starfall make it onto the page, I decided to post them together. For minor characters, there's a fair bit of license to do as I wish with them. The only real sticking points are that they have purple eyes, and that Ashara has black hair. It's probably not interesting to anyone but me, but I got into the weeds on the hair color issue. I don't think there's anything canonically stating Arthur's hair color, though most fancasting I've seen has him darker. Allyria is betrothed to Beric Dondarrion, who tragically(/hilariously, in this context) does not remember her hair color after numerous resurrections. Ned, their nephew, has light blond hair, so the unnamed eldest Dayne sibling of this generation (perhaps an Alyn or Arlan or some such thing) likely has a lighter look and/or probably married someone with valyrian coloring. So I've decided that Ashara has the blackest, Arthur has dark brown, and Allyria has medium brown hair. Anyways, that's my ramble for today! Ought to be following this up with Ned and Darkstar after him.

#house dayne #ashara dayne #arthur dayne #allyria dayne #asoiaf fanart #artbreeder #valyrianscrolls #megamikenzie #queue better believe it #ned's unnamed father is one of those little nitpicks i have for the series imo #there's clearly some theme naming happening here #george needs to let us know which name starting with a he has so i can finally rest peacefully

[anxiously-awaiting]

something something strange women lying in ponds handing out swords something something systems of government

#my ocs #the lady #aaart #I TRIED. TO DO SMTH DIFFERENT AND I REALLY DONT KNOW IF I LIKE IT #i prommy my lady of the lake design looks cooler in my brain #shes <3 water spider themed like those funky bell spiders with the neat webs #also im stealing the excalibur/caliburn being a firesword from hellboy 2019 bc that movie FUCKS #i finally watched it a bit ago with my darling and was !!! when it was like yes that king arthur :) in the intro lfkdjskjlfds #ANWAY #i have a lot of thoughts on the lady and i love her #lady of the lake more like milfy of the l

[kathreia]

Ascent of the White Dragon | Chapter 9 - The Terrene Group

aaand here’s chapter 9! I will be going on a week-long hiatus, meaning I won’t post this Sunday, bc I've got some midterm essays. thanks again for the patience, and enjoy the chapter!

word count (ch. 9): 8,723

~ new chapter every Sunday ~

1 week hiatus: no new chapter on Sunday, 2/19.

read on ao3

“Morgana,” Merlin said as he closed the solar door behind him.

Morgana’s eyes flicked to him before refocusing on her desk. She leaned over the surface with two hands, staring or, really, glaring at the text.

“You should be departing any moment now,” Morgana said. Her voice was toneless and bored. “Don’t cause a delay. Arthur won’t leave without you.”

Merlin frowned bitterly and pinched his brows. “What happened to ‘there will always be a place’ for me in Demetae?”

“Allow me to rephrase,” Morgana said. It was like she paid him less mind than the burn of dust and decay in their noses. “You won’t leave Arthur.”

Merlin’s fingertips curled into his palms. “You’re unbelievable.”

Morgana said nothing. She didn’t blink at the book in her sight.

“You decide and un-decide everything all by yourself, even when it affects others more,” Merlin continued. He became more and more irritated as he watched Morgana pretend to be unaffected. “Aren’t you going to explain yourself even a little?”

Keep Reading

#Ascent of the White Dragon #merthur #merlin #Arthur Pendragon #morgana #political intrigue #mithian definitely knows what's up w/ merthur #pay attention to the last scene's symbolism /lh 👀 #rlly im proud of it and it will help with theme and the mystery tag #mystery #see I have a mystery tag its true im not being silly /lh #kathreia fic #ao3

[merlinfic]

Find Me In The Future

Author: Malus_sieversii

Rating: T

Setting: Canon AU

Word Count: 97,706

WARNINGS: Violence

Summary: 

A few months after Morgause and Morgana's failed coup, Arthur is doing his best to run the kingdom; Gwen is caring for Uther, a broken man, confined to his chambers; and Merlin is still juggling three jobs as manservant, physician's apprentice, and secret guardian angel to a seemingly oblivious prince. As all three grapple with the reverberations of Morgana's betrayal and look anxiously towards the future, the future comes to them in the form of Arthur and Merlin from a decade later, accidentally plopped into their past. Together, they set out to return the pair to their proper place in time, confronting mistakes, secrets, and an unexpected peek into what the future holds. Featuring teasing, arguing, crying, roughhousing, more teasing, innuendo, and a sneaky little horse named Hengreon, join this cast of confusingly named characters for an attempt at humor that became a harrowing emotional journey featuring: Arthur, Uther, Arthur, Merlin, Merlin, Gwen, Gwaine, Gwyn?!, Morgana, and Morgause.

Reader’s Comments: This was such an amazing read, featuring Merlin and Arthur from 10 years in the future showing up on the doorstep of Merlin and Arthur around the beginning of season 4, there are revelations about feelings and magic and all that jazz, plus bonus morgwen! Very very cute and plot-heavy in a good way as the future M&A struggle to get back to their own time.

Thanks to @merthurmagic for sending in this rec!

#other: readers recs #merlin fic rec #merthur fic rec #rating: t #90k100k #setting: camelot #relationship: established #theme: time travel #merlin: court sorcerer #theme: magic reveal #theme: arthur knows #merlin: powerful #poprec: bamf!merlin #arthur: smart #arthur: powerful #relationship: get together #theme: fluff #theme: angst #~ #mod danielle

[bananayoshimoto]

we need to start oppressing male scifi writers

#i know arthur c clarke has been dead for 14 years but i am literally begging #the next paragraph is just as bad btw #journal entry #love how this is becoming a recurring theme on my blog i distinctly remember making the same post abt asimov and cixin liu 😭 #book club

[stonekeyy]

every time John and Arthur fight I immediately start rooting for evil!John to be endgame

#LISTEN. LISTEN. I LOVE WHEN THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. #BUT IT WOULD DESTROY HIM AND ALSO ME #'YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT YOU TO KNOW' #eldritch bad times #IT WOULD BE SO SO SO AWFUL #[clenches fist] the manipulation of it all. the slow desperate building of trust. #he had NO REASON to go for Arthur's fucking throat and yet #I'M GONNA CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF YOU #can't sleep daydreaming about John taking over Arthur's body while Arthur becomes relegated to a space in the back of his mind #where he can only watch as the king in yellow wins #sorry new episode has made me insane #there's not even any john and arthur fighting I'm just like. BOY!!!!!! the SUSPICION OF IT ALL!!!!!!!! #it would kind of spit in the face of the 'people can get better' theme but #still

[violetszone]

High-school Sweetheart

Charles x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: You had been dating Charles since high school, and you had just gotten engaged this year. Of course, that's what everyone thought; in fact, it had been four years since you got married.

A/n:No proofread was made. But i loveeeee this theme.

Actually, it had been almost four years since you married Charles. You were 15 and he was 17 when you first met and started dating in high school. You've been dating ever since. Of course, when you turned 20 or 22, both of you thought it was a very good decision to vow not to leave each other and got married in court. You woke up on a Monday, went to court, and got married. Only two people knew about this: Charles' older brother, Lorenzo, and his best friend, Pierre. Since you started living together after high school, no one actually noticed anything.

You were very close to his family, and people regarded your relationship as a real fairy tale. Arthur was even always joking about how he was still surprised that his brother hadn’t lost you.

This year, you were officially engaged to Charles. You were now 24 years old, and Charles was 26 years old. It actually made you very happy to finally be able to wear the ring given to you by your husband of 4 years. As usual, you were sitting and having Sunday breakfast with Charles's family and your friends, having a good time. You were helping Charles's mother, Pascale, in the kitchen with Kika. As you returned to the table with plates in your hands, you walked up to the men to call them from the poolside. Charles stood up, smiling, and placed his arms around you, kissing your cheek.

""How's my beautiful wife?" Forgetting that the others thought you two were engaged, you smiled and hugged Charles back. Arthur spoke as he stood behind you, "Soon-to-be wife. Charles, you immediately got into the mood." He laughed. As Charles looked at you lovingly and brushed your hair out of your face, he raised an eyebrow at Arthur and spoke over his shoulder, "What makes you think she's not my wife?" You narrowed your eyes and gently tapped Charles on the shoulder. Arthur frowned. "The fact that you just got engaged?"

Charles and you looked at each other and laughed. Pierre stood watching the events nervously. "Here we go," he said while rubbing his face. While Pierre was holding Arthur, who looked surprised, by the shoulders and walking him to the table, Arthur objected, "What do you mean, Charles? Wait a second...." Charles held your hands and led you to the table. Pascale got angry at Arthur in French and then turned to Charles. "What did you say to your brother again? Now the boy won't be silent all day."

This time, Pierre hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. "Oh no," he groaned. You smiled softly at Charles. "Tell them," you shrugged. Charles walked behind you and put his hands on your shoulders. "Y/N and I have actually been married for four years." Everyone looked at the two of you in shock. Arthur fell off his chair. Lorenzo was trying not to look at anyone while stuffing bread into his mouth. Pascale turned to him. "You knew about this!" she exclaimed. As Pierre slowly turned his back to the table, Kika pinched him. Pascale looked at Pierre this time. "You too?!" she asked in disbelief.

"We were the only ones who didn't know!" Of course, though they were shocked at first, they were actually very happy. Both approached Pascale, hugged her, kissed her, and tried to win her heart. Pascale still kept telling you that they were going to have a beautiful wedding, then she smiled at the two of you.

#violetszone #f1 imagine #f1 blurb #f1 smut #f1 fluff #violetszonerequest #charles leclerc angst #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc f1 #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc #f1 one shot #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader

[hazard-symbols-that-fuck-hard]

Okay time for the PBS Kids essay

Read it under the cut!

:readmore:

In 1968, before there was PBS Kids proper, there was Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood. While it came several decades before the children’s block, it laid the foundation for the themes and values present in every facet of the network’s history.

Mr. Roger famously hated children’s programming at the time. To him, it all was droll and useless. But he didn’t dissuade the medium entirely— he saw potential. Potential that led to a few smaller television jobs, and eventually the creation of Mr. Roger’s neighborhood.

Rogers didn’t invent educational TV for children, but he did perfect it. He poured real heart and soul into probably the most sincere, heartfelt program in history.

Honestly, he could have his own essay. The more things you learn about the real man of Mr. Rogers, the more you’ll like him.

Anyway, the biggest thing that makes PBS different is the fact that it earns money through grants, fundraisers, and private donors— not through sponsorships and merchandise sales. This way, PBS Kids can push programming that it feels is important, rather than programming that merely sells well.

This also means PBS is less afraid of pushing social boundaries. Money doesn’t go away when their shows become subjects of debate— and Mr. Rogers took full advantage of this.

For context, this was 1969. The Jim Crow era had just barely, barely ended. Pool segregation was still very much legal.

Mr. Rogers sharing a pool and a towel with the Black Mr. Clemmons was a pretty big deal at the time— especially on a show made for children.

Rogers was far from the untouchable sacred cow of today. When he was alive, he had a large number of detractors. Let’s just say that scene didn’t fly nicely by everyone.

Just one year after the debut of Mr. Roger’s came Sesame Street.

While Mr. Roger’s was made for all children, Sesame Street had the explicit goal of supplementing the education of underserved communities— especially inner-city Black (and later Latino) children.

While it was made to be accessible to children of all races and income levels, they definitely went the extra mile to make it something special for inner-city Black and Brown kids. (Why do you think it it’s “Sesame Street” and not “Sesame Cul-de-Sac”?)

At the time, a wholesome, sweet show set in a brownstone street was practically unheard of.

Jon Stone, the casting director, deliberately sought to make the cast as rich with color as he possibly could, bringing on a huge amount of Black talent such as Loretta Long, Matt Robinson, and Kevin Clash, as well as featuring Black celebrities as guest stars. Later, the show would expand its horizons, bringing on actors from Latino, Asian, Native American, and many more backgrounds.

White actors were and still are a minority on show.

In addition to letters and numbers, the purpose of Sesame Street is clear: make kids of color know that they’re smart, beautiful, and loved.

It doesn’t get more explicit than this.

I want to point out this comment because it’s funny

You’re telling me this bitch isn’t Hispanic???

Anyway, these two were followed up by Reading Rainbow in 1983. And guess what?

That’s right. Non-white focus.

These three shows, (along with other, lesser-known programs like Lamb-Chops Play Along, Newton’s Apple, and Shining Times Station (who featured Ringo Starr himself?? seriously how did that happen and why does no one talk about it) and some other nostalgic favorites like Bill Nye the Science guy, The Magic Schoolbus, Arthur, and Thomas the Tank Engine) aired on the new PTV block, which evolved into PBS Kids in 1999, bringing along Between the Lions, Dragon Tales, and many more.

Arthur is another stand-out that I’d like to talk about— it doesn’t have the same racial focus of Sesame Street, but it does focus on different income levels. The characters have various housing situations, from apartments to mansions to no home at all.

It also takes cues from Sesame Street and Mr. Roger’s in regards to talking about tough topics, though as Arthur has a slightly older target audience, it discusses things through stories rather than talking directly to the audience.

Cancer, religion, workplace discrimination, along with current (at the time) events such as 9/11 and Hurricane Katrina are all discussed on the show.

Another big focus on Arthur is disability. For once, they don’t stick a character in a wheelchair and then pretend he’s not in a wheelchair. A striking number of major characters either develop or get diagnosed with physical disabilities and/or neurodivergences, such as asthma, severe food allergies, and dyslexia, and they deal with them in very realistic ways.

A handful of minor characters have more obvious disabilities, and THANK GOD they go beyond the trite messaging of “disabled people can do everything abled people can do! everyone clap now!”

One episode in particular has the awesome message of “holy shit stop trying to help me all the time— it’s patronizing as fuck. I can get around just fine without you stepping on eggshells and trying to be the hero all the fucking time”

There are sooo many other shows I could talk about, but I can’t write about them all. I’m definitely gonna point out some more standout ones, though.

Sagwa, the Chinese Siamese Cat

Created by Chinese-American woman Amy Tang

Dragonfly TV

Features a multitude of female and non-white scientists to foster an interest in science with kids in those groups

Maya & Miguel

One of the network’s first Hispanic-led shows

SciGirls

I shouldn’t have to explain what the goal of this one was.

Molly of Denali

When was the last time you saw a show that treated Native Americans as people? Much less a children’s show? 90% of the cast is Athabascan, and the show revolves around Athabascan culture, not shying away from topics like boarding schools and modern-day racism. Most of the writers are also Athabascan, and the show even has an official Gwich’in dub!

It’s this commitment to real, authentic social justice that makes PBS Kids so much different from its competitors. Could you imagine the Paw Patrol dog looking at the camera and earnestly discussing what happened to George Floyd? I don’t think so— but Arthur talked specifically about it, Sesame Street did an hour long special about race in general, and the network itself made a 30 minute special.

Disney Jr. could never. (Other than trying to teach colorblindness, of course.)

I’m gonna have to cut this into two parts, since I just hit the image limit

[rene-spade]

my man isn’t creepy! i | f1 grid

growing up leclerc au !

fem! leclerc! reader x f1 grid, leclerc family

part i: carlos sainz, daniel ricciardo, oscar piastri, pierre gasly & kika gomes

synopsis. when the youngest leclerc finds her partners’ ‘shrine’ of her, but she’s a leclerc so the red flags aren’t all that red

WARNING(s); i like em crazy y’all, obsessive/possessive behavior, implied stalking/shrines, unhealthy relationship dynamics, sexual implications but no smut

carlos sainz.

“What is it?” You asked, head tilted to the side as you look up at your boyfriend. The Spaniard melted, muttering a curse to himself and running his hands through his thick hair. He felt hot, nervous for what the outcome of this discussion could be.

“Dios mío, ángel, it’s— it is not what you think— nothing bad. I am just embarrassed is all.” He reassured, big hands gripping at your shoulders. But he knew it was a bit bad, even his enabling family members were worried he’d freak you out if you saw. His movements were made to comfort you, but you could tell they were more self-soothing. Arthur had a similar habit whenever you got upset with him, too.

You only frowned, but it fueled Carlos’ panic.

“Mi amor, I will do whatever you ask-! You know this. I will let you in when it’s cleaned, I swear it.” He pulled you into his chest, arms fully embracing you. But you squirmed out of his hold, making him respond with an unhappy attempt to coo you back into comfort.

“You’re hiding something in there, Carlos. This is the first time I’m staying with you in your home since we started dating, let me see.” And at the sight of your big, beautiful, angry eyes, how could he refuse an Angel? With a twitch of his fingers, Carlos unlocked the door without any movement to push it open.

With a short huff, you pushed yourself through the door, only pausing at seeing at the sheer amount of merchandise that covered every surface. It was all you-themed, from posters and cut-outs, down to a body-pillow and even an outfit you’d only worn once for a runway show. There was a glass shelf with your old perfumes, newer ones too, and photos everywhere.

“Carlos….” You began, covering your mouth with your fingers and stepping further in.

“I know—! But I liked you so much before we started seeing each other and I- I am just a passionate man is all, my whole family says so—!” You cut off his red-faced rambling with a beaming grin.

“Ouah! I didn’t know you were a super fan before we met!” You giggled, mumbling to yourself in French about the various things he’d collected. “maybe you are a bit extreme, but it’s kind of cute, no?”

“¿En serio? Sí, mi perla!” He breathed shakily before grinning, “I should have known you’d understand! Mis hermanas se burlaron de mí, ¿sabes? But it was all silly…” (You’re serious? Yes, my pearl! My sisters teased me, you know?)

“What are you saying? Your sisters… something? I’m still learning, mon chéri.” You pout at him, in a much better mood now that you knew what your boyfriend was hiding behind the door he seemed so desperate to keep you away from.

He shook his head, hair messy after having run his fingers through it many times due to stress, “We should have dinner with them tonight while we’re still in Spain, I said. Let’s go back downstairs?”

“Why? Got anything weird?”

“Don’t say things like that, amor!”

♤ ♤ ♤

daniel ricciardo.

“Danny…?”

“Shit-!” He jumped out of surprise, dropping the box he was reaching from the top shelf of the closet.

“Oh, I’m sorry, mon soleil!” You squeaked, jumping back as well. You hadn’t meant to scare him, but it wasn’t your fault he was so focused in the dead of night. You were just curious is all. The box he dropped was was rectangular in shape, but easily bigger than a shoebox. You shot him a sleepy grin, “What do you have there?”

He sighed, shaking his head, “Why are you up, sleepy girl? Get back to bed, I’ll be right there. Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“I’m up because you’re up.” You wrinkled your nose, inching closer to him with a small blanket in your arms. You tried to get a glimpse of what fell out of the box, but Daniel wrapped himself around you so you couldn’t see. He wrestled the blanket from your fingers, careful not to be rough with long nails, and threw it over your head with smile.

As you wrestled, your boyfriend only laughed and placed kisses on any part of you he could without being hit by your flying limbs, “Pretty things like you should be asleep. Your brothers would kill me if they knew I disturbed your beauty rest.”

“Are you trying to hide something from me?” You pulled the blanket off your head, hair a mess.

Daniel froze, jaw clenching as he tried to hold a toothy smile. But he didn’t have it in him to lie to you. The moment was completely still, before you finally broke eye contact and crept passed him to see the mess on the floor. You could hear Danny gulp as you plucked the first item from the ground; a pretty, navy blue set of lacy underwear. Yours, yes. But from ages ago, you swore you lost them. Then there were a few pieces of jewelry, a lipstick tube, a silk scrunchie, a press-on nail, a red heel, and two pieces of now-hardened chewing gum. All yours from various points of this past year.

“Daniel,” no, not the first name, he begged internally, squeezing his eyes shut, deciding to just wait for the inevitable disgust and rejection. You never called him by his full first name, only sweet ‘danny’s his way, sometimes ‘mon soleil’ or ‘sunshine’.

“You know you can just ask for my things, yes? You don’t have to take.” You were looking right up at him, navy colored panties still in your hand like you didn’t even mind that he took them. His reasoning couldn’t have been pure, you know that.

You hummed, pulling at his fingers so you can shove the underwear into his balled up fist, “lá.”

“Perfect girl.” He muttered, pulling you back into him and dragging you to bed, “give me the pair you have on then, yeah?”

♤ ♤ ♤

max verstappen.

It wasn’t always like this with you— you used to be just Charles “track terror” Leclerc’s pretty little sister, a little girl. But now it was years later and you’ve become something perfect and irresistible— something he can’t live without. He knows he’d resorted to some immoral, if not a little creepy, behaviors, but it’s not like he’s one of those guys that would ever hurt you. No, you’re a deity to him. He told his sister about his feelings at one point (even thought about showing her the shrine), but she told him— “This is all because you watched You!” The Netflix show that follows a stalker.

So he took down the shrine— moving most of it into his bedside drawer and the rest under his bed. But he realized he didn’t think it all the way through when he had you in his room for the first time; all pretty and perfect and curious.

“Good race, Maxie.” You hopped back onto the bed, your hair bouncing as you landed, “You’re so tense and for what, huh?”

Max had just a little bit of shame about the whole thing, but maybe not too much. I mean, his body definitely felt some kind of physical guilt or something if you’re judging him by the shaking and sweating— but his mind was happy. You were here with him in his home. In fact, the physical reaction might just be from seeing you curled up in his bed. But you’re close to finding out how… intense he was. (As his mother would say.)

“Sorry, lief, I’m just tired and you’re distracting me by being cute.” He smiled down at you as he began to change, “you need a shirt to wear?”

“Yes, s'il te plaît. Hey, can I put my bracelets in here—? oh!” He’d barely turned his back for a second, just long enough to remove his shirt, but that’s all it took for you to pull the drawer open and see the copious amount of photos of you (some edited to have him in them) and unsent love letters.

“It’s not a shrine— I’m not a creep! It’s just some things I made back before we got together—! You weren’t supposed to see them!” He was trying to shove some of the papers back in, but you were already skimming one of the letters.

“Mijn hart,” he winced at seeing the one you had— one of the more unhinged ones. The worst of it was in Dutch, so that worked out for him at least.

“Oh c’mon, Maxie! It’s kind of sweet! You had such a big crush on me! It’s a little hot, even.”

He grew even more red and fidgety at that, “Shit.”

You giggled at the words you could understand before he wrestled the page out of your grip. You grabbed him and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he could stray too far.

“From Max Verstappen-Leclerc, hm?”

♤ ♤ ♤

oscar piastri.

“Can’t I just grab a hoodie, Osc?” You questioned as he held you in place on the counter, from his spot between your legs, still in his race suit.

“You don’t need one, Lovey, it’s hot.” He pressed himself into you so he could feel you breathe better. You’d asked for a jacket the moment you’d entered his freezing trailer just after the race. He saw you go for the closet and quickly redirected you onto the counter.

“Non, you’re hot because you just raced in a little car for hours and now you’re all over me. I am normal temperature.”

“Cold?”

“Yes.”

“Then get closer, I’m hot.”

You huff obnoxiously like the pretty spoiled girl you are and Oscar can feel the rush of serotonin he got just from the sound. He knew this is the part where you’d get cute and pretend to pick a fight, his sweet thing. But bad timing— he’s desperate to hide his secret now.

“I can’t get any closer to you if I trieddd. What? You have a girl hiding in that closet? Hm?” He scoffed into your shoulder, but stiffened, knowing just what was behind that door.

You gasped dramatically, likely playing it up to get what you wanted (a tactic you used with your brothers, Oscar noticed), “You do! Irréelle!”

“I don’t!” His face shot up from your shoulder, brows furrowed, but he didn’t let you go, “You know I don’t like any other girls!”

“Then you need to show me so I can be sure! And I’m still cold.” You crossed your arms and pulled your knees together to get him to back up.

“I can’t.” He choked out. “There’s— it’s just— I have this thing—”

You hopped down and booked it across the trailer before he could reach out and stop you, yanking the door open to see what your new boyfriend was hiding.

You breathed out a dramatic sigh of relief at the sight, “Goodness, Osc.” Rather than finding a person, you instead found some sort of… collection? Collage of yourself and your things? Photos mostly, magazines, and lots of hearts drawn on articles about you.

Oscar grabbed you by the shoulders and quickly spun you around into him, slamming the door, “You saw?”

Looking up at him with big eyes, you nodded, “Yeah, why? You really like me that much?”

“What? Yes— yeah I do. You—? Okay.”

♤ ♤ ♤

pierre gasly. | kika gomes.

“I’m prepared to blame you for this if Charles finds it.” Pierre breathed, looking at the start of his girlfriend’s collection of your things. Kika scoffed, a smile playing at her lips as she re-organizes your makeup. Mostly lip balms, you’d let her borrow some of your things, not knowing she wasn’t going to give any of it back. Kika even managed to get a few skirts from you as well. The small framed photo of you sitting in her vanity was just a personal touch.

Pierre would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed, but he could say he wasn’t surprised. He and Kika were a good couple, a good duo in general, but especially when it came to drawing you in. Because Pierre was such a good friend to Charles, it came pretty easy; Charles was easier on him around you. Unfortunately, that grace didn’t extend to Kika just because they were dating. Charles had something of a sixth sense for when pretty girls liked his pretty sister; so he was on to Kika. Where at the beginning it was nothing to get you alone with them, it was now next to impossible.

“Pierre? Kika? Are you home?” Wow it’s like they could hear your pretty voice— oh wait they gave you a key. To their apartment. In Monaco, where you live and you can really just waltz in and see all of the things they took (—yes they, Pierre is a thief too—)

Like two naughty school children, the couple shot up to cover what they’d done before you could reach their bedroom. This was their fault naturally, none of yours at all, they were the ones who encouraged you to come over whenever physically possible.

“Grab everything and I’ll distract her!” Kika whispered, rushing to slip out of the room.

Before the ‘not fair-’ could slip from his lips, his girlfriend was off to catch you, brushing passed him and leaving the door cracked. He could hear your surprised greeting, a cute squeak escaping you, before Kika saying something like ‘Oh, Pierre is busy now’, then silence. Pulling the handle back just an inch, he peaked outside to see Kika’s lips not even a centimeter from your own, her hands gripping your jacket for dear life.

“Oh, pretty girls, ce n'est tout simplement pas juste.” Slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. Your eyes shot to his, but Kika’s remained trained on your face. After just a second, your gaze drifted to Kika’s vanity behind him.

The couple froze, you saw. Pierre pulled the door shut behind him as Kika’s mouth opened to form words.

“Oi! Get your hands off my little sister, huh? Démon impoli et pratique, seriously.” Charles slipped into the living room from the front hallway, having obviously accompanied his little sister in her visit.

“Non, Charlie, Kika helped me when I almost tripped.” You smiled at your brother, quickly covering for them, “I was just coming to see if I could get my jean skirt back?”

You looked up at her so sweet and she thinks you’re blushing—“Oh.” She squeaked, “yes, no problem. Pierre.”

“I’ll get it for her, mate.”

“surveille ta copine. je ne suis pas aveugle, mate.”

♤ ♤ ♤

Your man (s girlfriend) is definitely creepy, girl.

note; I made kika and pierres a lil longer bc they’re two ppl so yeah ft charles

thinking part ii with lando, mick (ft the schumachers), lewis, lance, alex & lily, george and carmen?

- ren

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