Racing hearts / formula 1 💕

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Charles had promised her a "quiet afternoon."

No interviews. No simulator. No Ferrari meetings. Just him, the PlayStation, and maybe a bit of Twitch.

So when Sofia finally wandered out of the bedroom, hair clipped back and glasses on, ready to start her day properly, she assumed Charles was still gaming in his usual hoodie and joggers combo. Maybe muttering in French at a loading screen. Something normal.

What she did not expect was her phone to buzz violently with notifications from the group chat.

Lily: is charles wearing what i think he's wearing
Emilia: he's so unserious
Zoè: I AM CRYING
Annie: go look right now

Sofia frowned, opened the Twitch link, and-

"Oh my god," she muttered, staring at the screen.

There he was. Charles. On stream. In a full foam banana costume. Sitting very calmly at his racing sim as if everything were perfectly normal.

"I've never looked so good," Charles declared confidently, adjusting his headset over the banana hood.

Sofia slapped a hand to her mouth.

"Non, non, non..." she whispered to herself, already walking toward the stream room. "What is he doing..."

She opened the door quietly.

He didn't notice.

"Charles?" she said softly.

He spun around, banana peel flopping slightly with the motion. "Ah! Bonjour, mon cœur!"

"Are you... dressed as a fruit?"

"I am dressed as the fruit," he corrected proudly, gesturing down at himself with flair. "Look at me. I've never looked so good."

"You're insane."

The chat was moving too fast to read.

SOFIA WALKED IN OMG
THE LOOK ON HER FACE
ICONIC LINE
YOU'VE NEVER LOOKED SO GOOD IS SO CHARLES

Sofia walked over and leaned against the edge of the desk, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. "Why are you like this?"

He smiled brightly. "The fans love it! I'm giving them banana content."

"And what do I get?"

He gave her a mock-offended look. "Me. Looking like this. In my prime."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the laugh escaping her. "You are such a menace."

Charles looked at chat again. "They're asking if you support this look."

Sofia leaned closer to the mic. "Absolutely not."

Laughter exploded in the comments.

SHE'S SO DONE
but also she's in love admit it
he wins. we all lose.

He turned to her and tugged her hand gently. "Come sit. Be on stream with me."

"In what world am I appearing next to a banana on camera?" she teased.

He patted his lap with an exaggerated wink. "In this one."

Sofia groaned but sat anyway, slipping onto the edge of the chair while Charles wrapped an arm around her, beaming like he'd won Monaco. "Tell them you love me."

"I tolerate you."

"Same thing."

The next five minutes were pure chaos - Charles trying to finish a race while being affectionate, Sofia fighting a smile, and Twitch viewers absolutely losing their minds.

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Later, after the stream finally ended and the banana costume was discarded in dramatic fashion, Charles dropped onto the sofa beside Sofia with a tired sigh.

"You really think I looked good?" he asked innocently.

She glanced over, smiled, and tucked her feet under her. "You looked ridiculous."

"But hot?"

She laughed, leaned over, and kissed his cheek. "Banana hot."

"I'll take it," he whispered proudly, head falling onto her shoulder as she picked the TV remote up.

And though she never said it out loud, Sofia had in fact screen-recorded the entire stream. For future blackmail. Or just... to watch again when she missed the sound of him laughing.