Being a single dad is difficult. Being a Formula 1 driver is also tricky. Charles Leclerc is both of those, and it's hard, especially since his kid seems to hate everyone, including him. Lucas Leclerc is a boy whose mom left. He has two involved uncles, a very cool grandma, and all the people around his dad. But no one seemed capable of taking the little boy out of his own world, where quietness reigned. Natalie Beaufoy was born and raised in Monaco. She happens to stumble upon the little boy at the airport. What happens after becomes part of their story. And what a story.

"Fuck you Leclerc. Fuck you, your shit driving, your trophies, your podiums, your-" He grabbed my wrists. "You done yet?" Victoria Riley. One of Ferrari's F1 driver. The other? Charles Leclerc, Victoria's best friend growing up and now her biggest enemy. After Charles' biggest betrayal, can they be friends after the incident that occurred 3 years ago? The answer is absolutely not. Hatred can be sensed by the entire paddock, and the media thrives off the arguments they capture. "Some say that there's a thin line between hate and love." I laugh at the ridiculous implication made by the journalist. Silence surrounds me, I look to my right, Leclerc's eyes are staring into mine.

I had already wrote this story before but i guess it's gone now, My motivation has also dissapeared but soon i gain the courage to write again. I'm not exactly sure with my improvement now because I haven't been writing for months now but i will try my best to reach your expectation. I'm not sure how this story will go since i forgot some parts.. But surely it will start with the battle between, TEAM V and TEAM Z. Jinpachi Ego, took an interest and saw potential to this so called "GENIUS". Although this "GENIUS" was a person who looks down to who's weaker than her, She's a pretty beautiful girl with graceful yet bored and cold eyes. She doesn't smile nor laugh genuinely, After seeing potential, He invited her to the ANNUAL Blue lock project having thoughts of making her as a MANAGER to the future blue lock team. With her brain they are UNSTOPPABLE. WITH THIS, HER "boring" JOURNEY STARTS. "Ara?.. Who does he think he is." She tilted her head observing HIM with her sleepy eyes. "Ehh demo, I control this field. If you are to stop me you have to go through them "TEAM Z". She coldly stared at the team and boredly said with harmony. "Ne, I want that pretty manager of yours.." "As if!" ( Reader - san's personality is like Nagi's , same sleepy eyes but reader-san's has longer eyelashes [ GIRLY sleepy eyes ] and different eye colors, same personality but with differences. No they are not siblings.. ) HAREM

❝ kill their egos until they're forced to break themselves down to build themselves better. ❞ ─ y/n l/n is here for the sole purpose of humbling a few teenage boys. at least, that's how it started. ≻ started: 1/1/23 ≻ ended: ≻ platonic various x f. reader ≻ romantic m. kaiser x f. reader i don't own blue lock, all rights go to the respective author and illustrator ! ─

╰┈➤ ❝𝑺𝑲𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑶𝑹 𝑫𝑰𝑬 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯.❞ ✧˖*°࿐* ✎ [𝐘/𝐍] 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧, 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦? 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞.

[𝘠/𝘕] [𝘓/𝘕] 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 '𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭' 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴; 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦, 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯, 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩. [𝘠/𝘕] 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯, 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘈𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭

❝𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐛 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲.❞ ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝖨𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗉𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽. ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ✑ 𝘠𝘶𝘳𝘪 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ✑ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 ✑ 𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

From juvenescence till young adulthood, you had been spoiled with anything and everything one could wish for. Your father was of royal descent, but your side of the family did not inherit the throne. Blinded by greed, your once respected parental figures morphed into wild, enraged beasts. They couldn't restrict them with merciful manners. All their attempts proved futile and your dad, eventually, took his old man's life without even an ounce of hesitation. He turned his ravenous eyes on your uncle next and tried to pounce on him. He was eliminated from a crossbow shot, piercing his lungs. You observed the entire scene behind a wall of guards, fear engulfing your features. You begged for your mother's life to be spared, but no one answered your prayers. She was beheaded the following evening, the warm rays of orange and red mixing in with her blood on the porch. You crouched under shrubs of Forsynthias, curling up your small frame into a ball. You did not whimper, cry nor whisper. -Don't you dare.- You muttered under your breath. -Don't you make a sound.- You stood still, like a stone statue, until nightfall covered the suffocating illuminence. You snuck out of the bushes. You weren't planning on hanging around, with your life at risk, simply to ask for forgiveness. God had no sympathy. You abandonned your old life behind. "If there is nobody for me to believe in... I'll become my own god and devote my faith to the only one who can truly salvage me. Myself." Needless to say you abandonned your faith, and escaped to the east. You recieved the cold shoulder by an Empire's Walls, but this was barely an inconvenience for you. These people needed a saviour, a real one. Someone to worship. Your years of wander and travel taught you that the power to believe kept them alive and flourishing. Now, in your adulthood you'd become wise and strong enough to carry your followers on your back. Your pride may have consumed you, but it was for a noble cause, correct?

Shinmon Benimaru x Reader I'll try English, since it's not my mother language please bear with me Cover art found at pinterest @Pancake