#lestappen ff

okay i need a lestappen oneshot with this in it, of course with alpha max and omega charles. max would go absolutely crazy and feral if someone tried to hit on a pregnant charles

"When Charles left the house, his mood was not the best, and the weather hovering over Paris that evening did not help the feeling that permeated through the SUV filled with members of his clan.

The rain drummed against the tinted windows, drawing irregular rivulets that slid like tears down the face of a weary city. Paris - lively and bustling during the day - was now wrapped in a gray, shimmering shroud and seemed to be holding its breath under the heavy blanket of low-hanging clouds. The smell of asphalt permeated the passenger compartment through the windows, which the driver had rolled down.

He sat in the back seat, his expression  blank and impassive as he once again checked his gun with the expertise of someone who had done it thousands of times before - a move that had become second nature to him. He pulled out the magazine, made sure it was fully loaded, and slid it back in with a sharp click before slipping the gun back into the holster under his coat.

He glanced around at the other members and noticed that they were doing the same. They all knew what was at stake tonight, and everyone was looking for little ways to keep themselves occupied, to do anything to steady their nerves."

THIS TIME A CHARLES POV!!!! And inspired on Tulsa Jesus Freak by Lana del Gay!!! (I remember Charles listening to it years ago)

I'll be writing it in the afternoon so it will be on ao3 tomorrow or Monday. More updates and teaser later

YES. INSANITY GUYS. I SHOULD SLEEP I KNOW.

Title: But I crumble completely when you cry

Just writing dialogs now, I hope to post it on ao3 this Friday!

snippet ch. 22 - Paint it Blood

“Ma che cazzo mi stai dicendo Charles?” [What the fuck are you telling me, Charles?!] Antonio shook his head, looking increasingly incredulous. He raised his hands as if to say something, but he probably didn't even know where to begin. “Yeah, it's crazy, but it’s like this.” Charles shrugged, unfazed, and dipped a fry into an unapologetically messy mix of mayo and ketchup. After Max had shot him down with a spectacular cold shoulder—and Charles could pretty much guess where it came from—he’d asked Joris to get him something to eat. He was certain sleep was out of the picture, especially since he didn’t want to go back to his bed and find it empty, Max nowhere to be found. And at five in the morning, the only place open was the kebab shop around the corner. Ironic. So here he was, sitting in the kitchen with Antonio and Joris and, on the table, a greasy box of fries accompanied by some unidentified meat bathed in every condiment possible, along with a glass of O-negative. Max’s comfort food. Repurposed as an excuse to vent to whoever was unlucky enough to be there at that moment. Charles had just finished recounting the last week of his life, interweaving laughter, absurd details and heavy silences, all the while Antonio had just stared at him, unable to decide whether to laugh or punch him, and Joris had seemed more interested in stealing fries than actually listening to him… Typical. “You know, I understand Max a bit,” Antonio said, leaning back in his chair with a crooked smile. “Andrea didn’t exactly ask for my permission before turning me. I mean, yeah, I was dying, there was no time for some loving vampire parenting or gentle guidance, just trenches, corpses everywhere and smuggling blood during the Great War. Hell of a way to start immortal life, huh?” After grilling Charles for every possible detail about Max’s blood power, Antonio was now addressing the elephant in the room. Charles knew it: he was being selfish.

You can catch up on chapter 21!

Sorry, wonderful readers, we're late again.

Chapter 22 is finished, but we're waiting for a read from our @chandelier-s-notebook edit before publishing it!