#brychal

Charles Leclerc & Bryan Bozzi ☀︎ Alternate Universe ☀︎ Rated: T ☀︎ 2.5k words

Charles was 19 when Bryan showed up.

Well, okay. Maybe 'showed up' is a bad way to phrase it.

Despite the long-term nature of their partnership, Charles was still unsure just what familiars were supposed to really do. His research had suggested they were assistants of some kind, often summoned and bound by mages to act as a sounding board, or a trusted confidant. Bryan certainly fell into the latter category, but calling him an assistant seemed a bit of a stretch — this wasn't to say he was unhelpful — it was more that he was helpful in the way cats tended to be. He offered emotional support when it suited his mood, and he seemed willing to be a second set of eyes on Charles' assignments, but whenever Charles asked him about the stipulations of their contract — a contract that Charles could not remember signing — he was always met with the same sort of flippancy and vague threatening that he'd been met with upon asking Bryan about his origins. In the end, it didn't really bother Charles — all that mattered was that Bryan was here, and that he didn't seem too keen on leaving Charles' side.

Caduceus

For the one and only @forzafinally ❤️

Charles Leclerc/Bryan Bozzi, Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel, 10.3K words

The car is bright, gleaming red. As if the very sun was melted down for metal and wrought into a chassis, a red so vibrant and rich it captures the eye and swallows it whole. On the side of the car is stamped a yellow crest with a pattern emblazoned in black—two snakes entwined around a long, thin rod, with a pair of outstretched wings sprouting from the very top. A Caduceus of Hermès.

Or: In a world where some people are descended from the Olympic gods themselves, Charles is born to drive for Ferrari in more ways than one.

Not Bryan's brother putting this picture in his stories 😭😭

Title: What have they done?

Summary:

“Fuck this shit”, Bryan muttered dragging a hand through his hair after having locked the door behind them. “I know it was your home race Charles, but fuck this fucking race weekend!”

“Well, it’s not like this was a good weekend, Bryan!”, the driver bitterly replied, one eyebrow raised at Bryan's unusual loss of composure as he sat down on one of the tables.

“Wait until I tell you the rest…unless, they finally told you?”

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Or the post Monaco race conversation where Bryan tell Charles what he couldn't say on the radio

Characters: Charles Leclerc, Bryan Bozzi

Add info: gen, anger, post Monaco GP, mild hurt/comfort, explanations of race events, swearing