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THE ENGINEER | MCU X FORMULA ONE CROSSOVER

summary: hell hath no fury than a woman scorned. or, where viviana is pissed.

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fc: gabbi garcia

author’s note: I lowkey want to write viviana doing interviews solo and with other drivers? like a 'who knows me better' with mick, max, and viviana then mick and max compete to see who knows her better. would you guys like to see that?

btw i put the potential guys viviana might end up with as tags, so if you want to see who she might be with, go ahead.

twitter (i WILL NOT call it the other name)

"Mick!"

Mick turned around upon hearing his name being called from behind, only to see Lando and Oscar. "Have you been on Twitter today?" Lando asked, and Mick shook his head no.

Lando sighed, causing Mick to worry about what could possibly be on Twitter to make him and Oscar go to him. "It's bad, mate. People have been accusing Viviana of boosting you and Max," Oscar informed him.

Mick's eyes opened wide, not expecting that. He expected more of the dating rumors considering it's all he's been able to see on his timeline. They were admittedly funny but also concerning, considering they ranged from Viviana dating one of the guys on the grid behind his and Max's back to Viviana being in a poly relationship with all the single guys on the grid.

He had to block the person who made the latter rumor since the image was too specific for him to not think about it. Mick could barely make eye contact with anyone that day.

"Do you think Viviana has seen it?" Lando questioned, and Mick shook his head no.

"We would've known by now if Viviana had seen it, she hates whenever someone says that one of her friends used her for an advantage," Mick told them.

There was one and only one time that Viviana had been genuinely used by someone for their own benefit. She had met someone in Peter's High School (she was in college at that point, getting her 2nd degree) and she had thought that he genuinely liked her and vice versa.

But it turned out that he just wanted her to put in a good word for her dad, and she ultimately dumped him and blacklisted him from getting any Stark Industries job in the future. To her, she claimed, "If he had to use me to get a chance with the company, then he wasn't good enough to get in by pure skill."

Mick looked at both McLaren guys and hesitantly asked, "do any of the other guys believe the rumor?"

Both Oscar and Lando shook their heads, relieving Mick since he didn't want to ruin any friendships he had with the guys just because of a baseless rumor. "We all agreed it was a pretty shit rumor, to be honest," Oscar commented.

Mick quirked a smile upon hearing that, amused at the Australian. He then felt his phone buzz, which made him realize that he had to look for both Viviana and Max in order to warn them. "Sorry, guys, I need to go find Viviana and Max," he excused himself.

But before he could leave, Lando blurted out, "Are Viviana and Max dating? I know they said they weren't but they act like boyfriend and girlfriend,"

"Viviana and Max... have a different relationship. I don't really want to say a lot because it's not my story to tell, but Viviana helped Max with a lot when it came to Jos since she was the only one willing to stand up to him. And when Tony became Iron Man and then the Avengers happened, Max was a really big help to Viviana," Mick tried to explain.

"And how about you?"

"I'm the one that helps out the both of them, just like they do to me,"

Viviana was currently on a phone call with potential investors for Stark Industries, which was why Max offered his driver's room for her privacy. And in an effort to try and waste time while he had nothing to do, he was walking around the paddock.

Which was where Carlos, Pierre, Charles, Daniel, and Alex saw Max, which prompted the Redbull driver to talk to them.

"Did Viviana come today?" Carlos questioned, and immediately, Max was suspicious of the two Ferrari drivers.

"She had a call for her company, so she's currently in my driver's room," Max explained.

"I thought she wouldn't come because of the rumors about her," Charles carelessly said.

"What rumors?" Max questioned.

"Oh, you haven't heard the rumors yet..." Charles awkwardly said.

"What rumors?" was all Max repeated.

"People have been saying that Viviana is the reason why you and Mick are in the position you guys are in," Alex explained.

"What?! That's ridiculous," Max said.

"Which is what we said, but a lot of people on social media are saying otherwise," Carlos said.

"MAX!" Mick yelled out, capturing the attention of the group of drivers.

"Did you see—"

"Let me see the tweet," Max demanded and Mick wordlessly gave him his phone, which already had the tweet up.

"No way FIA would investigate something based on a rumor,"

"FIA have investigated for less,"

"Do you think?—"

"Parang hindi nila alam na kahit wala ako, magaling sila. Mga bobo." It's like they don't know that even without me, they're still good. Idiots. Viviana said, practically marching towards the growing group of drivers, evidently mad.

"Nakita mo to?" Did you see this? Viviana said.

"Vi, you're speaking in Tagalog again. And no matter how much we try to learn, we still can't understand it whenever you speak fast," Mick told her, reminding her she had to calm down.

"The tweet. Did you see the stupid tweet? I mean come on, we only revealed that we're friends this year but suddenly I'm the reason why the teams aren't performing the way that they should? It's not my fault other teams aren't that good!" Viviana ranted.

A cough from behind Viviana was heard, making the girl freeze. She swore silently to herself before turning around, only to see a couple of drivers that belonged to said teams that weren't good, according to her.

She awkwardly laughed, amusing some of the drivers who thought that this was a nice change compared to her usual composed professional self they'd always seen on the rare time she was being interviewed. "I'm sorry, but only because you heard me and not because of what I've said," Viviana honestly told them.

"Good save, Vi," Max said, enjoying the fact that his best friend was making what was originally an angering moment for her turned awkward.

"Shut up, Max. Anyways, what should I do with the rumors?" Viviana asked.

"I don't think you should say anything," Daniel spoke up, causing everyone to look at him.

He looked unsure for a second because of the sudden amount of eyes on him, but once he looked at Viviana, who was confused at what he said, he elaborated, "Whether or not you say something won't change anything. These people are convinced you did something, so you should stay quiet for now since you did nothing wrong,"

"Who are you and what have you done with Daniel Ricciardo?" Pierre jokingly said, causing the other drivers to laugh.

"Hey, I can give out good advice!" Daniel tried defending himself.

"Yeah, but they usually come with back up plans A-Z," Charles said.

"Well, it can't be any worse than my original plan," Viviana thoughtfully said.

"What was your original plan?" Alex questioned.

"Make a F1 Team and buy my way in," she nonchalantly said, shocking those around her.

"What?!"

"Well, I'm obviously not going to do that. But, I would try to prove people wrong and it'd send a message of, 'you'd know if I did something' but people would probably get angry because of who I am and my last name," she rolled her eyes.

[adventuringblind]

Birthday Surprise

Carlos Sainz x Reader

Genre: angst to smut to fluff

Request: Only for my fave human... you wanted this...

Summary: Carlos things she's cheating. She just wants to surprise her boyfriend for his birthday.

Warnings: mean dom Carlos, voyeurism, PinV, teasing, edging, degradation, spanking, hair pulling

Notes: so... happy birthday Carlos!

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A week before his birthday, Carlos had determined that there is no doubt you are cheating on him. He just had yet to prove it.

It makes sense though. He can’t see any other reason you and Charles would be meeting up in private, hiding your phone from him, not telling him where you’re going.

He feels betrayed by both you and his teammate. The two people he’s supposed to trust.

But damn it all. He’s going to fight for your affection. Remind you why you chose him to begin with and put Charles in his place.

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The day before they’re supposed to leave for Italy, Carlos is standing in the living room staring at you. Charles and his nervous laugh aren’t helping the situation at all. Is it really that hard to plan a surprise party?

The Spaniard wasn’t supposed to be home for another two hours. Max was supposed to keep him busy, but Carlos had supposedly told him there was an emergency at home.

You should have been paying closer attention to your phone. Then maybe you would have seen the texts reading ‘mission abort! Code red! Carlos is onto us!’

He’s onto something, but you’re not sure it’s what Max thinks it is.

“I can’t fucking believe you two.” He seethes. His eyes are burning holes into your skin. Does he really think you’d cheat?

“Carlos, please just-“

“Save it.” The shout makes you jump a bit. Part of you is worried he’s going to leave without giving you a chance to explain.

Best scenario right now it Carlos taking all his anger out during sex. Which you have a feeling is where this is going and you can’t help being turned on by it.

“I’m going to teach both of you a lesson.” And there’s the confirmation.

You don’t fight as Carlos rips you from the couch and tosses you over his shoulder like a rag doll. Charles looks mildly confused and frightened as the Spaniard grabs the collar of his shirt and drags him along to the bedroom.

He practically throws you onto the bed then slams the door behind him. He looks and Charles and points an aggressive finger at him. “You are going to stay put while I make a mess of what’s mine.” Charles gulps in fear, but he nods his head yes.

Carlos crawls over your body. His hands pin her waist to the bed. “Say the word if this is too much. Otherwise I’m not letting up.”

“Yes.”

“Yes who.” He growls. That small part of you wants to deny him the title. But seeing as the situation is already not going well for you-

“Yes sir.”

He doesn’t bother to spare Charles a glance. You do out of anxiety.

A strong hand grips your chin and rips your gaze away from him. “Can’t go two seconds without his attention. You really are just a whore.” He gets off of you. “Stand and strip. I want Charles to see exactly what he’s missing.”

You do as told. A measly few feet separate you and the Monegasque. You hold eye contact with him. He looks nervous, shifting his weight between feet.

Without clothes you feel exposed and vulnerable. The sun kisses your skin through the windows.

Carlos comes up behind you and runs his hands down your sides. A large hand lands on your ass with the familiar burn. You hiss in pain but don’t move.

“Count.”

Again, and again, and again. You stand there taking the palm of his hand. Bruised and burning. Your eyes are teary and your voice broke at about twenty. The sobs started and thirty. Then finally he stopped at forty.

Every nerve is on fire. Your legs are shaking like they might fall at any moment.

Charles looks horribly distraught, but he’s also got a hard on which is exactly where Carlos wants him. “See Charlie, aren’t her tears so pretty.”

her mind is gone. No words can be spoken kept she choke on her sobs.

Once again you’re being thrown onto the bed. this time you let out a shriek of pain. He flips you onto all fours. The sound of a zipper echoes in your ears.

Carlos spits on his hand and runs slick fingers down your slit. “Already so wet. Are you such a slut that you’re getting off on this?”

You let out a high pitch squeal as his hands slip out from between your folds and land a slip to your clit.

A hand grabs your hair and pulls your head upwards. Once again meeting the awkward gaze of Charles.

Carlos gives no warning as he slams into the back of you. “Look at her Charles. I’m the only one who can make her come undone.” His hips set a ridiculous pace. His fingers bruise your hips as he moves back and forth.

It feels like hours of Carlos just edging you. He finally pulls out and a warm substance coats your back. The guttural moans that Carlos realeases almost make you cry. But you know you’re not finishing. You've not earned it.

He flips you and repeats the same actions. Teasing you until you’re on the edge, then pulling out, leaving you a whiny writhing mess. Touching your clothes just enough to put you on the edge just to stop every motion and do it again when you calm down.

At some point, the words falling from lips are filthy, vile, and insulting. They slur together in your mind.

It’s so loud that none of them hear the door open. “Oh my god!” Shrieks Lando. A box on the ground displaying a cake which says ‘happy birthday Carlos’ in smeared letters. “I thought we were having a party?” The Brit covers his eyes and looks away. A bright blush covering his face.

Carlos looks between everyone. “Can you two give us a moment please? We’ll cleanup the cake later.”

The two boys leave you alone. Carlos takes a good look at his work. He places small kisses along your skin. “You were planning a party for me?”

“Thought it would fun before we had to leave.” The tears rolling down her cheeks from the teasing are being wiped by your boyfriend.

“I’m so sorry I accused you.”

“It’s okay, did you enjoy the sex?”

Carlos laughs. “I did. I feel much better. But now it’s time to get you cleaned up and see about getting a new cake.”

You whine a little. “Am I still in trouble?”

Carlos places a soft kiss to your temple. “No but we have a party to attend. I’ll reward you later.” He punctuates his statement with a wink. "For now, I want to remind you how beautiful you are. And tell you I'm sorry for ever thinking that."

"-'s okay. I still love you. I knew something like this might happen because I was being sneaky." She smiles at him. His feather light kisses still covering each mark. "And admittedly, I kind of enjoyed that."

The night continued as planned. Everyone enjoyed themselves. Aside from Charles and Lando, who couldn't look at the two of you without blushing.

[tommydarlings]

Just relax | c.s & c.l

pairing: dom!carlos x dom!charles x sub!reader

warnings: smut, dacryphilia, pussy slapping, brief mention of spitting

w/c: 2.2k

summary: You really thought that Carlos, who’s basically your boss, needs some help with the informations of the upcoming projects, but you never thought that it was just a trap from the two Ferrari drivers to help you relax… in a very loud and messy way.

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“Y/n! Can you please come real quick!?” Carlos asked you loudly. You, as the nice and perfect media assistant of Ferrari that you were, you obviously immediately obeyed and made your way over to him.

Carlos quickly checked you out, eyes going over your body in a rather slow motion as you looked up at him, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

“Yeah?” You asked him innocently. Hands clutching onto the various random stuff in your arms that Carlos had no idea of.

His eyes went up to your face again, “Can we quickly talk about some of the upcoming projects you suggested to me and Charles?” He asked you politely.

You furrowed your brows since you actually already explained everything to him and his teammate but these two are basically your chef’s so you also can’t say no.

But then you nodded, “yeah, sure.” You muttered before the Spaniard opened the door and let you enter his driver room.

What you didn’t realise tho, was that while you were entering his rather small room, Carlos removed his eyes from your smaller frame and looked over to Charles standing just a few feet away from Carlos’s room, lips slowly forming into a smirk while he tilted his head towards the door, towards you.

Both of their usually so bright and happy eyes now dark and filled with nothing else than lust.

Charles briefly leaned into mattia's ear and told him a quick, 'be right back' before he uncrossed his arms and made his way towards Carlos's drivers room, entering it right before Carlos closed the door behind him after he also entered the room.

You turned around as soon as you heard the lock on the door turning, “Oh! Hello Charles, congratulations to P2!” You congratulated him happily with a smile on your face.

“Oh, let’s see if your still gonna wear that pretty little smile on your lips when we're done with you cariño.” Carlos mumbled very quietly, eyes not leaving your frame while Charles eyes were also focused on you, smirk only growing as soon as he heard the words of his teammate.

You tilted your head with a grin on your face, “what?” You shook your head, basically asking Carlos to repeat his sentence again since you haven’t understood it.

He also shook his head before he quickly glanced over to Charles, “nothing cariño, nothing.” You were already used to the Spanish nickname Carlos gave you months ago.

“okay?” You whispered mainly to yourself, hands still clutching on the notebooks you were carrying.

Charles eyes briefly looked over to Carlos before he took slow steps towards you, until you had to look up at the monagueque. You gulped and put another innocent and kind hearted smile onto your lips.

He licked his lips before he raised one of his hands and grabbed your notebooks, pulling them out of your hands and laying them down onto the small table next to you. After that, Carlos removed his Ferrari cap and also threw it onto the table next to your work stuff.

Carlos's hand went trough his slightly sweaty hair, fingers ruffling through his soft dark hair as his eyes scanned your body.

“No! I need that for the things I need to discuss with Carlos-”

“Believe me mon amour, for the discussion that we're about to have, you don’t need your work related stuff.” Charles quickly interrupted you.

You furrowed your brows and pulled your gaze away from Charles and looked at Carlos. Then you put your gaze back to the man standing infront of you, confusion covering your face whilst the two men in the room with you didn’t say anything, only looked with a kind of dark expression at you.

“But, c-carlos… I though you wanted-”

“I know what I wanted y/n, I’m not dumb.” He told you in the meanest tone you ever heard coming out of his mouth, at least for Carlos usual so kind tone it was rather mean in your opinion.

“But now he wants something else, and I do too.” Charles muttered. You shook your head, not understanding their intentions.

Carlos slowly came closer to you, now standing right next to his teammate as he spoke up,

“You always work so much cariño.” The Spaniard mumbled while both of their eyes were scanning your body, gliding in a slow and pretty visible motion over your black skirt and red blouse.

“You deserve a tiny break don’t you think so, hmm?” Charles added, fingers brushing a strand of your hair out of your face and behind your ear.

You gulped, finger clutching onto your skirt since you were pretty nervous and didn’t quiet know what to do and what the two man want from you. You shook your head,

“N-No, I mean… it’s fine, you know? It’s my job and I really enjoy my job here at Ferrari so it’s okay that I always have to work so much.” You quickly nodded along your words, eyes looking up at the two drivers.

Carlos sighed and relaxed his shoulders a bit, “You still deserve a tiny break baby, you do… trust us.” He mumbled before he went past your standing figure and sat himself down onto the small red couch in his driver's room.

Charles briefly left your gaze and looked over to his teammate who only briefly nodded at him but you didn’t noticed that, too lost in your own thoughts.

“Why don’t you let us take a bit of care of you?” Charles tilted his head as he asked you that.

Carlos spread his legs, manspreading onto the comfy couch as soon as he noticed Charles taking slow steps towards you, forcing you to walk backwards.

The back of your legs hit the couch and you swiftly turned around only to see Carlos eyes quickly pulling his eyes away from your ass and looking you deep in the eyes. Charles leaned forwards so that his mouth hovered right above your ear,

“Just relax.” He whispered into your ear, palms catching your hips and slowly letting you fall back right onto his teammate's lap.

You gasped as soon as Carlos’s hands got a hold of your hips while Charles got on his knees infront of you. Carlos gently turned his head and ran his nose along your cheek and temple before he aligned his mouth with your ear just like Charles did,

“This is okay, right cariño?” He asked you softly. Fingers slowly gliding along your thighs and lifting up your black skirt but not past your hips, eagerly waiting for your permission.

You swallowed and put your gaze back to Charles who’s on his knees infront of you, hands removing your heels and putting them carefully to the side, obviously doing that while holding eye contact with, also waiting for your answer.

After a few seconds of thinking, you nodded.

Carlos just wanted to nod with his head, smile already forming on his lips but Charles quickly slapped his leg, grabbing his attention.

The Spaniard looked at him with furrowed brows. Charles only raised his brows before he silently mouthed him the word 'words'. Carlos confusion disappeared.

“Well, tell her Leclerc.” Carlos told his teammate.

Charles turned his focus back on you and stood up while he had a rather tight grip on your thighs, spreading them and bending them so that your knees touched your red blouse.

His nose was so close to touching yours, smirk covering his soft lips while his eyes were watching your facial expressions.

He raised his hand brushed the tip of his pointer finger along your jaw, “you will only answer us with words, am I clear?”

You gulped and quickly turned your head to look at Carlos but Charles didn’t really like that so he tightened his pointer finger and thumb so that you weren’t able to look at his teammate.

“Am I clear?”

“y-yes.” You answered quietly, eyes not daring to leave his eyes.

Carlos chuckled into your ear before he gave you a quick kiss onto your temple and cheek.

“Good.” He mumbled happily while Charles fingers briefly squeezed your cheeks together and kissed your nose before he went back down onto his knees inform of you, properly bending your legs again.

He started to trail kisses up the inside your legs, a few on your left leg while holding eye contact with you and then switching sides to kiss your other leg.

While Charles was slowly kissing his way up your legs, Carlos hands left your hips and opened the button do your blouse, revealing your white bra, matching with your thong.

You were to focused on Carlos eyes watching how his big hands opened every single one of the tiny buttons and opening up your red blouse that you didn’t even notice at first how Charles’s hands removed your thong, throwing it carelessly away.

“Tellement jolie mon amour.” So pretty my love.

Charles told you quietly while his fingers were gently touching the soft skin of your thighs, eyes admiring your already slightly wet cunt with heart eyes.

You jumped a bit when the monagueque closed his mouth around your clit and kissed it, tip of his wet tongue touching your clit as he closed his eyes and groaned, making it very visible to his teammate that your pussy obviously tastes very delicious.

You turned your head only to see the Spaniard watching his teammate eating your pussy, kissing it and licking it, flicking your clit with his eyes closed.

Carlos hand now removing your red blouse, palm squeezing one of your breast. “Does that feel good cariño.” He asked you in a quiet but deep tone, eyes focusing on your cunt that’s currently getting eaten by his teammate.

“Hmm?, already feeling relaxed?” Carlos mouth now gently kissing the back of your neck while he whispered these words.

You closed your eyes, head falling backwards onto Carlos shoulder before you felt how Charles stopped eating you out to slap his palm down onto your pussy, making you jump once again.

“Owwww!” You whined loudly but couldn’t say anything else due's Carlos hand covering your mouth and shooting you a dark gaze.

“Silencio.” Be quiet. Carlos ordered you deeply. Your teary eyes put their gaze back onto Charles infront of you.

“Answer him.” He demanded quietly, thumb now slowly rubbing your clit in circular motions. You swiftly nodded before Carlos removed his palm and let it slide down to your breast again.

“Y-Yes, it feels g-good.”

“I knew it.” Carlos mumbled proudly, one hand now sliding down until it reached your abdomen.

The Spaniard quickly raised his head a bit and looked at his teammate, Charles slowly retreated his hand from your clit and kissed it one last time before he entered your slit with his tongue, both hands now spreading your legs again.

As soon as Charles removed his fingers from your puffy clit, Carlos raised his hand for a brief second to spit on his fingers, lowering them again to spread it all around your clit.

His other hand left your breast and made it’s way down to your pussy, pointer and middle finger spreading your lips do he had better access to your clit and Charles got better access with his tongue to your entrance.

You gasped and chocked your own breaths as Charles are you out with his wet tongue, nose also lightly hitting your clit while Carlos was gently rubbing it with his fingertips, breathing right into your ear.

“Perfecto para nosotros.” So perfect for us. Carlos quietly whispered into your ear, making your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Tears filled your eyes, making it hard to see, “Oh m-my god.” You whined in a high pitched tone, fingers squeezing Carlos's thighs. “It f-feels so g-good, so-,” you choked on your breath but Carlos 'shh'd' you, trying to calm you down a bit, knowing that you probably feel quiet a lot right now.

“Go on baby, finish what you wanted to say.” Carlos muttered while he glided his nose along your jaw.

“S-So perfect.”

Charles chuckled into your pussy. The vibrating feeling catching you quite off guard as Carlos went a bit faster with his fingers, nose and mouth not leaving your heated skin.

“P-Please!” You whined loudly as Charles went deeper with his tongue and Carlos faster with his fingers. “O-Oh my fucking god, p-please.” You desperately cried out as tears ran down your temple, also covering Carlos’s lips.

Charles moaned into your drenched cunt, fingers having a tight grip onto your thighs as Carlos breathing got a tiny bit heavier, just like yours.

Carlos licked his lips and smiled, “are you gonna cum for us cariño?” He asked you, Charles eyes now watching your glassy ones looking down at him. You nodded wildly,

“y-yes.”

The monagueque started to move his tongue in and out of you, burying it deep inside of you as Carlos’s fingers didn’t slow down. Carlos kissed your cheek one last time while Charles groaned into your pussy again.

“Cum for us baby, just relax and enjoy the feeling, or rather, feelings.” Carlos quickly mumbled into your ear, fingertips still assaulting your wet clit as Charles slowly started to slow down and removed his head.

You exhaled a deep breath, tears not stopping, still covering your entire face as Charles stood up and Carlos fingers stopped.

Charles bit his lip whilst his eyes looked down at yours,

“And now it’s your turn to get onto your knees ma jolie.” my beautiful women.

[juleswrites223]

The Fateful Encounter

Season 1: Episode 1

Context: The duo (Carlos & you) meet a scared Charles at superstore, alone. They help him and take him back to their safe house where he joins them. While Charles' younger brother, Arthur gets rescued by a certain Dutch.

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“Come to daddy.” You say as you bash a zombie’s head in with your beloved barbed baseball bat.

“Daddy?” Carlos says bemusedly, you raise your eyebrow in question as he clarifies further, “thought it’d be mommy no?”

“Just said what felt right, ya know in the moment.” You explain your choice of wording.

This is the type of mundane conversation you miss. The situation is far from normal but being with Carlos and talking to him makes it a bit more normal. You’re grateful, for any type of normality to be honest. Being stuck in a zombie apocalypse is far from ideal.

You and Carlos are responsible for grocery runs, getting foods for the week and anything medical that we come across that can potentially aid you. You have a routine, once a week you and Carlos equipped with guns and weapons go to the grocery stores in the city and raid it to get rations for the week. It’s risky and you rarely encounter someone who isn’t the walking dead until now.

“Wait, I think I heard someone crying.” You say cautiously to your partner.

“It’s probably one of those monsters.” Carlos says ready to shoot them if they approach the currently barren superstore.

You go over to the cashier’s counter and peek underneath it and see a man in his mid 20s, asleep yet lightly crying.

“Carlos! Come here quick.” You say urgently as your eyes widen seeing the alive man under the counter.

Carlos comes to you and you both share a look. This man is clearly alive and well, you know you need to help him so you decide to wake him up.

“Hey wake up.” The man murmurs a bit, still not waking up so you decide to slap him and he jolts awake.

“Good to see you’re not a zombie.” Carlos jokes to show that that duo means no harm.

“Hey you okay? What’s your name?” You ask him.

“I’m Charles, please I need your help.” The man babbled hurriedly.

"Hey hey calm down we'll help you. We have a safehouse, outside the city, it's pretty safe there. You can come with us." You console the trembling man.

Charles quickly hears the groaning from a zombie approaching the store. As he fumbles with gun in his hands, Carlos takes the bat from your hands and quickly walks over to the zombie and bashes its skull in with the bat until the zombie is completely dead.

"Let's go before more arrive." You tell the boys.

You guys finish your grocery run and get in the car with Charles in tow. While Carlos is driving, you turn around, lean your head against the seat and ask to Charles who seems lost in his own thoughts, "I meant to ask this earlier, but were you by yourself?"

This seems to bring him back to reality. "Um well I was separated from my little brother a while back and just been trying to find him since." Charles mutters sadly. You feel a pang of sadness hearing this, being separated from family, not knowing whether they're even alive or dead is upsetting so you don't blame him for being despondent.

"I hope he's alive and well" Is all you can offer as a comfort response while Carlos' dark eyes focus on the road and the sun beyond it which seems to be setting.

After a hour, they arrive at abandoned cabin near the woods, the chain link fence is tall, enough to ensure no zombies come through. As the car is parked, you take the ammunitions bag while telling Charles to pick up the bag containing food stuffs.

"This is the place to be if you want to be safe." You brag about the safe house.

"Is there anyone else with you guys?" Charles asks, clearly impressed with the safe house and wondering if you both are the only people here.

"Ustedes han vuelto (You guys are back)." An older man, clearly spanish, calls out, as he walks over to where you all are standing with a German Shepard in tow. "I see you met someone, ¿Está todo claro? (he all clear?)." He asks as he scratches his chin and tilts his head as if trying to figure out Charles.

"Sí, lo revisé, sus signos vitales parecen estar bien y no tiene fiebre ni marcas de mordida. (yeah i checked, his vital seem okay and no fever or bite mark)." Carlos replies back in spanish while Charles wonders what they are talking about.

"Uh Charles this is Fernando, he's the one who actually rescued me. Don't worry he's not as grumpy as he looks." You introduce the monegasque to the older spanish man.

"Good to meet you sir." Charles replies.

"Sir? See you brats, that's how you should refer to me. Good to see another person who isn't muerto (dead)." Fernando chortles as he slaps Charles shoulder as everyone walks inside the house.

"You are a part of our crew now." You gush to the man as you wrap an arm around his shoulders.

"But you're gonna have to learn how to handle a gun if you wanna survive. I'm gonna teach you tomorrow so be ready at dawn." Carlos says.

“Carlos is an amazing teacher so worry not.” You comfort Charles noticing his worried expression.

Meanwhile….

A certain Dutch is cruising the streets in his car. He has a certain goal in mind: to get enough food rations and medical supplies for himself. Goal achieved so now he heads back to his safe house. A certain commotion catches his eye and then he hears a gunshot. He knew this meant there was someone alive trying to hold their own against these zombies.

He quickly goes towards the sound and sees a young man perched on top of a caravan with a sniper rifle. He scanned the surroundings and notice there were a few zombies around, not many to be consider as a hoard so he quickly took his weapons and fought off the few zombies and helped the young man come down.

“You okay kid?” Max asked the terrified 23 year old boy.

“Thank you for helping me.” He says breathlessly.

“No problem, I’m Max, what’s your name?” He asks the boy as he leads him to his car.

“I’m Arthur.” He replies, pausing before the car looking hesitant.

“What? Car not to your liking?” Max jokingly asks noticing the boy’s hesitation.

“No no nothing like that, it’s just that caravan seems useful, we should take it no?” Arthur says to the Dutch.

“Good thinking, can you drive?” Max asks the monegasque as he nods as a response.

As Arthur takes the caravan, Max instructs him to follow his car and they head back to his safe house.

Both Leclerc brothers are safe for now but they have no idea what the future holds in store for them. Will their new groups help them survive on this post apocalyptic Earth or will they succumb to the madness of becoming a zombie?

a/n: I am planning a whole series for this. I'll add you to the taglist if you want. I will release a few more chapters then make a masterlist so stay tuned. Enjoy!!!

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Text messages between you & your f1 besties pt. 4

Summary: Just random dialogues between you & your f1 besties + your crush. Friends in question: Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris & Max Verstappen Note: Eventually the boys will take the matters in their own hands since it hurts physically to watch you (be so chaotic). Part 4 of the non ending saga is ready ofc with more chaotic Y/N content + bonus part.

Y/N always fake flirting with Charles just to annoy him. It always works..

Lando receiving his daily dose of headache at 01:34 AM as usual nothing new really..

Gossip girls are just dirty minded. Nothing wrong with Y/N and Maxie at all?!

You believe me when I say Charles is sometimes done with Y/N? Unbelievable but true.

Y/N being Y/N

What do you mean you see someone Bob? You gotta be more specific about it!!

Nothing just Y/N flirting with her babygirl Max.

Tf you mean you don't love Y/N more than Carlos? Is that even possible?

Next target 👉🏼 Christian Horner ✔️shit happens - check

Steiner just don't know yet what he is getting himself into. Y/N is not the one to take a hint and get out of trouble. Hard to believe that Y/N is a troublemaker right?

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B o n u s :

random short insight into Y/N life with the boys:

„You are not going to do no such thing!” Y/N protested stamping her feet like a toddler, standing in the middle of the gaming hall.

“Why not? You like him, don’t you?” Charles grinned at Y/N widely. Y/N wanted to punch that smug grin off his pretty face. Y/N wanted to escape this very situation she was forced to be in, well sort of, so badly.

“Don’t grin like the cheshire cat and stop talking nonsense. How dare you?!” Y/N smacked Charles arm. Charles rubbed his arm while trying not to burst laughing.  She looked around. Nervosity took over Y/Ns every single cell. Y/N could not believe that her so called friends made plans with the most handsome and perfect f1 driver on the grid at a gaming hall and did not tell her. Out of million places, the gossip girls choose violence and took her to the gaming hall. Y/N was competitive af and hated losing. The last time she went to a gaming hall Y/N had entry ban for three months.

As Y/N wanted to protest again Lando and Max did their entry. Lando was smiling from ear to ear. What a dumb man Y/N thought, trying the urge to roll her eyes. As for Max, he had his nonchalant way of looking. Casually dressed, his hands in his pockets and smiling at Y/N. What a man Y/N thought. Her "I have a crush on Max Verstappen" vibe was visible from the moon. Awkwardly greeting both of the drivers Y/N wanted to run away. She could feel the elephant in her stomach, yes elephants no butterflies, period.

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“Y/N please calm down!” Lando laughed at Y/N. Y/N was horrible at racing games and currently she was losing miserably.

“I hate you all, how is this even a fair game? Racing with f1 drivers? What a fugging joke.” Y/N protested for the 100x time in the last five passing minutes.

“Since when do you care about fair play?” Charles mocked Y/N. Since I am terribly losing Y/N thought. She pointed Charles her favourite finger.

“Remember when you cold heartedly with a total serious expression explained me the rules to that one game wrongly so you could win?” Lando questioned with a fake disappointed look in his face.

“You did not!” Max laughed out loud. Laugh again you loser Y/N thought. It sounded like music in Y/N ears. What a beautiful man Y/N thought.

“It’s not my fault, it’s your own stupidity.” Y/N shrug and showed Lando her tongue. Y/N could see from the corner of her eye that Max was smiling while shaking his head. So pretty Y/N thought.

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“I knew that Y/N would find a way to get her ass kicked out again!” Charles laughed.

“Disappointed but not surprised…” Lando added shaking his head.

“I still don’t know how she managed to punch a hole into the fucking wall!” Max questioned with a slight surprise in his voice.

"It was an "inchident." Y/N replied. Gaining a burst of laughter from Lando, a death glare from Charles and a grin from Max.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

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Writers note: I didn't want to let you wait for too long + I thought it would be fun to show short parts of Y/Ns life with the boys. What you do you think about it? Would you like it or no?

[annisassintchaska]

FUN DAY: Lewis Hamilton x Black!Reader

Today is this first day that Y/n would be accompanying Lewis to a race. Y/n and Lewis have been dating for the past three years yet kept it a secret until recently due to how hawking the media could be, knowing that Lewis is a legendary F1 driver and Y/n is known for being a billionaire fashion designer who built herself from the bottom with no help and that caused people to admire and look up to her. the news caused the entire world to irrupt in excitement as they all knew that Lewis is a fashion icon, and that being mixed with Y/n's talent would be a showstopper.

Y/n was schedule to arrive at the paddock any moment now and the other drivers were very edgy because of this. they were in and out of the bathrooms, fixing themselves to look presentable enough to appease her. they went around looking to see if their garages were presentable enough having the mechanics and engineers move anything they thought wouldn't be appealing to her eyes, sighing as they finally finished.

A few minutes later, Lewis' car pulled up into the paddock making everyone stop in their tracks waiting to see their "Paddock Queen" arrive. Lewis got out waving at the crowd that cheered for him some asking for the queen while he just laughed and walked over to the other side of the car opening the door and extending his hand for Y/n to take. As soon as she stepped out of the car, people started screaming as cameras started clicking rapidly as if it were a red carpet. Lewis got the bag from the trunk and came around, giving it to Angela before taking her hand as they walked inside.

The first drivers that they saw on the way in were Carlos, Charles and Pierre as they were all just staring in awe looking like three lovesick puppies that wanted to be petted. "Salut!" Y/n said excitedly but turned confused as they were speaking very fast at the same time. "You guys are confusing my girlfriend you idiots, one at a time." Lewis laughed at them which made it worse as them stuttered while trying to speak. "We just wanted to say that we are very big fans of your work. Carlos here owns literally every piece you've created" Charles rambled but was stopped by Pierre slapping him across the back of his head. "Sorry about them, please come with me" Fernando offered as he took her gently by the wrist, walking off with the others, leaving Lewis standing alone. "They stole my girlfriend" Lewis laughed as he watched the grid crowd her out of excitement.

Throughout the day, Y/n found herself being carried from one garage to the next as from one driver to another, excitedly explain somethings and showed her around, getting familiar with the scene. the race was about to start and may God help those working around the drivers as they shouted in arguments of from whose garage should y/n watch the race; however, let's not forget that Lewis' garage was not an option since in Charles' words "Lewis has Y/n more than anyone here so he shouldn't be a choice since he'll see her after work" the Monegasque driver pouted making the other drivers agree. in the end she ended up watching from the Williams racing garage as she wanted to support Alex Albon who almost started to cry at the confession that Y/n liked his driving.

The race was finally over, and Lewis had finished all his post-race duties and was ready to go home, when he was informed that his girlfriend was once again missing from the Mercedes garage. Walking around, he came to a stop as he noticed that the other drivers were entertaining his girl by hosting a karaoke in the centre of the paddock. he motioned to the crowd to keep silent as he wrapped his arms around her, covering her mouth as his other hand lifted her from the chair while he ran away towards the car.

The guys went into panic mode when they came to realize that Y/n wasn't sitting anymore and starting texting everyone they knew asking if they had spotted the pretty, short, dark-skinned woman; only for Lewis to make a tweet 3 minutes later.

lewishamilton: She's unavailable at the moments. Thank you for your cooperation in allowing me to steal her back👍

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Charles Leclerc / Sebastian Vettel

Title: Shoot your shot

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Sebastian Vettel

Characters: Charles Leclerc, Sebastian Vettel, George Russell, Pierre Gasly, Esteban Ocon, Lewis Hamiltion

Prompt: When seb saw all the difficulties Leclerc has faced with Ferrari texted him and said him that he wanted give him hug, but when they come across at Suzuka they do more than hugging.

A/N: Who knew so many feeling could come out of making bee hotels XD

"Who are you texting?" Pierre tries to catch a glance at Charles' screen but the younger man pushes his hand away and quickly slips his phone into his pocket. Pierre pouts at him. "Come on Charles, you know you have to tell your best friend if you are seeing someone?"

The truth is, Charles isn't seeing anyone he just doesn't want to share his texts from Sebastian with Pierre, he would spoil it somehow will his crude dirty jokes. When all the texts are just Seb being a great support, when Ferrari fuck things up from him, there is always a text of support from Seb. Sometimes offering words of advice and sometimes just offering a friendly hug.

Sebastian will always be special to Charles, he had welcomed him to Ferrari with open arms, still offering words of advice with a kind smile even when Charles had started beating him. The way he held Charles during his first time and ever so carefully took his virginity.

"Charles?" Pierre's whining voice brings him back to the present. "I had better go, we are making those bee hotels and I need to smash my head against a brick wall before I spend time with Esteban." Pierre pulls him into a tight hug before walking into the direction of the Alpine garage. Charles smiles fondly as he watches Pierre, he loves his best friend with his whole heart.

His smile turns into scowl only a few hours later, he's finally reunited with Sebastian again but its Pierre talking to him, something about honey bees while Sebastian explains how the bee hotels work.

"Your boyfriend left you too?" He turns to look at George and it's then he notices Lewis is also off in the distance with Seb and Pierre. "Yes.." Charles finds himself saying, he doesn't know why he's telling George of all people, when Pierre doesn't even know. "It's different for you, you get to have Lewis every race weekend. I only have this weekend."

George is giving him a strange look. "Wait, it's Seb?" Well, shit. George obviously thought he was with Pierre. George's look of confusion has be changed to a polite smile. "Shoot your shot Charles."

The making of the hotels turns out to be pretty fun, he makes Carlos gather all the materials, while he stays as close to the hotel as possible listening to the words of advice Seb is giving to the other drivers.

"Mate, piece of art." Pierre finally gets his attention and gestures to the Esteban heart Pierre on his hotel. Charles just laughs at him, while Pierre keeps talking about abstract and other such things, Charles isn't really listening, his attention focused on Sebastian talking to the McLaren guys.

They finish up the project by taking a group photo, Charles stands between Alex and George so close yet so far away from Seb. Just as they are about to leave he hears George and Seb. "Go say hi, I think he misses you." That British traitor.

"Charles, Hi. You didn't think I had forgotten about you did you?" He sees George give him thumbs up behind Sebastian's head before being dragged away by Lewis. Charles doesn't say anything, the thoughts are buzzing in his brain, he had planned exactly what to say and now Seb is here, he can't say anything.

"I just wanted our reunion to be a bit more special." Sebastian pulls him into a hug, Charles clings onto him for dear life. "Do you want to come back to my hotel room?" Luckily Sebastian had agreed, it would have been very embarrassing had he said no.  

"I miss you too Charles, so much." Seb sits next to him on the double bed and pulls him in to another hug. "I know you are just a text away but its' not the same, I miss having you around."

"I just want to touch and hold you while I have you." Charles doesn't know how he has the confidence to be so forward, usually he blushes and hints until the other person finally understands but George's words echo in his brain. shoot your shot. and he doesn't know when he'll see Seb again.  

"What do you mean?" Shoot your shot Charles. Charles isn't sure what the best way to say I want you inside of me.  So instead he pushes his fingers into Sebastian's hair and kisses him, savouring the test and feel of his mouth as the older one starts kissing him back, pulling him closer until Charles is sat in his lap, shamelessly rubbing himself against Sebastian's hardening crotch.

"Are you sure Charles?" Sebastian pants into his mouth, he nods eagerly. Sebastian doesn't waste a single second and rolls them over, so Charles' back is pressed against the bed. They quickly divest each other of all clothing, until they are both naked and panting with need and desire.

Sebastian takes both their cocks in his hand and strokes them at the same time, Charles already feels himself falling apart, it's been so long and he doesn't want to come without having Seb inside of him. He reaches over a presses the tube of lube into Sebastian's palm. "I want you inside of me, please."

Charles spreads his legs as he watches Sebastian pour a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, then rubbing his hand down Charles' body until he gets to his hole. He ever so carefully eases the first finger inside, Charles throws himself back in lust, finally he's going to have Seb again.

"I finger myself, just like this, wishing it was you." Sebastian has just gotten the second finger inside when Charles tells him this new information. He stalls for a few moment, to soak it but Charles lets out a while of frustration and Seb quickly gets back to it and works his way up to three fingers, until Charles can't take it anymore.

"Please, please Seb, take me."  

Charles lets out a small sob as Sebastian pulls his fingers out and coats his cock with some of the lube, his cock is hard with a small bead of pre cum glistening at the tip, Charles can't wait to feel it inside of him, filling him up.

Sebastian has Charles' back pressed against the bed, legs wrapped around his strong waist as he slowly enters him with one swift move, both of them cry out in pleasure. "So tight, Charles." Sebastian squeezes his hips in a bid not to cum instantly.

He starts thrusting almost immediately, filling him with long passion filled thrusts. Charles leans forward and wraps his arms around Sebastian's strong body, pushing his cock deeper, hitting all the sensitive areas.

"Fuck." Sebastian snaps his hips forehead, fucking him a little harder as their lips meet once again. Sebastian reaches down and takes Charles cock into his hand and strokes him to the same pace as his thrusts, still hitting all those sensitive little nerves inside of him. Charles loses it first, he's been on the edge for so long, he pants out Sebastian's name as he spills his load over those long fingers.

Sebastian fucks Charles through his orgasm, much slower now as to savour the moment and not over stimulate Charles, it's enough though to push him over the edge, Charles has clamped vice like around him and all too soon he's shooting his load inside of Charles' soft velvety walls.

So did it work?  Charles smirks as he reads the text from George, Seb reads it over his shoulder.

"You know if you wanted me Charles you could have just asked me yourself and not get George to do it." Maybe George isn't a British traitor after all.

[safetycar-restart]

Soft poly!charlos is one of my favourite things. The idea of giving kisses as thanks? Perfect. Imagine a lazy day where neither of the boys has to do anything so the day is spent cuddling and kissing and cooking together. My personal head anon is that Carlos’ way of thanking you guys (aside from kisses, of course) is cooking for the two of you. And you and Charles don’t have to do anything but sit on the counter and look pretty (Carlos’ exact words)

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I love this!! The kisses idea is so so cute and I’m more than happy to discuss it more.

Firstly, the kisses as thanks start out as something for Charles to do to say thank you for all the things you and Carlos do for him, so that he feels less guilty about it.

But pretty quickly it becomes a thing all three of you do to each other, because everyone deserves cheek kisses!! Charles is the one who does it most often, but all of you love giving and receiving them.

Anyway, back to the point. A chilled day at home with both of them doesn't come often, so when it does you all treasure it. Charles is in absolute heaven, cuddled between his two Doms, getting kisses and cuddles.

I think that Carlos is always messing with Charles? He loves ruffling Charles's hair and poking his cheeks, randomly picking up his arm and dropping it again, tickling and poking him just because he can.

And Charles just LOVES this. He giggles to sweetly, squirming away and trying to hide in your arms but he's smiling so wide and it's so clear he's loving the attention. And of course you get cheek kisses for 'saving' him from Carlos.

That's how your morning goes, cuddling and kissing and watching as Carlos is an absolute menace to charles's delight.

But eventually you all start to get hungry and Carlos insists on making lunch. You offer to just order something, that way no one needs to leave the cuddle pile, but Carlos refuses.

Carlos needs to show you and Charles how much he appreciates you two sometimes. It makes him feel good to know that he's providing for you two. Even though you're a dom, he still feels the need to make sure you know how much he loves you as well. It just makes him feel so good to know that he's helping his partners.

Originally, you and Charles were going to stay cuddled on the couch while Carlos cooked. This lasted all of five seconds before Charles started to get unsettled.

Charles had been in a light subspace for the entire morning, a result of being so close to his Doms and relaxing. But then Carlos left.

Even though he knew exactly where Carlos was and when he would be back, it didnt matter. He was in subspace and one of his Doms had left and he didnt like it!!

So you decide to take him to the kitchen with you, because you can't stand seeing Charles uncomfortable. Carlos is confused when you two arrive, but you just say that Charles wanted to be with both his Doms and Carlos is so full of love at the sentence that he thinks his heart might burst.

Naturally he has to go give Charles two cheek kisses.

Charles, bless him, asks what he did to deserve the kisses.

"You made me very happy," Carlos explains, giving him another cheek kiss for good measure.

You and Charles sit at the kitchen counter, holding hands and looking pretty for Carlos while he cooks.

And of course, you both give Carlos cheek kisses as thank you when he's finished with lunch.

[smoooothoperator]

Monaco (Charles Leclerc)

Summary: Y/N is Tom Holland's manager and this year she attends with him to the Monaco GP. What if she meets one of the Ferrari drivers?

Word count: 1896

A/N: Sooo this is my first work. Hope you like it❤

Since I was little, Tom and I were friends. I grew with him and got to see every step made into Hollywood. I met all of his friends and become a little group were Zendaya and I were the only girls. Harrison and I worked with him, he's his assistant and I'm his manager, so we travel together a lot. This year, after all the press interviews of his last movie he wanted to take us to a vacation to Monaco, the same week the Formula One is taking place there. The city is full of cars and people, and it's easy to be caught by some Tom's fans an the streets.

"Man, look at those pretty cars" Harrison was living his life, watching all the Ferrari and Mercedes parked in front the building "Haz you are drooling" I laughed looking at my friend "I mean, they are cars..." "Are you for real? Y/N look at those beatiful machines" Tom sighed walking near a Ferrari "Oh, so fucking gorgeous"

I laughed looking at my best friends being in love with two cars and when two men dressed with red shirts came near them they stood up real quickly.

"Are you Tom Holland?" one of the asked with an strange english accent. "Oh God, and are you Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz? The Ferrari drivers?" Tom has his fangirl mode activated. "Yeah" they laughed and Harrison started to talk with them.

I'm standing away of them, letting the four men talk, while I'm talking on my phone with one of Tom's sponsors, and I started to feel a pair of eyes locked on my back. When I turned around I saw one of the drives, don't know his name, looking at me with a smile on his face.

"And you are?" he asked turning all the attention to me "I saw Harrison with Tome in media, but... you?" "Oh, I'm his manager" I answered walking near them, placing myself between Tom and Harrison and touching Tom's shoulder "Y/N L/N, nice to meet you" "The pleasure is mine"

Oh damn, flirting are we?

The drivers said goodbye to us the doors of the red Ferrari that was near us and the one who filtered with me started the engine of the car making Tom and Harrison shout of happiness.

"Will you see the race?" the driver asked me with a smile on his lips. "I think so" I smiled at him feeling how my checks started to burn. "I'm Charles, by the way, Charles Leclerc"

Tom and Harrison laughed loud signaling my blushed face and I kicked both of their arms. We started to walk to our after graving something to eat on the steet and when we arrived to our suite OK the hotel I booked I started to call one of Tom's sponsors who is here in Monaco.

"Come one, Y/N. Stop working, we are here for relax and forget about work." Tom complained taking my phone from my hands. "But..." "No buts, enjoy." Harrison interrupted me covering my mouth with his hands "Plus, can we talk about how Charles Leclerc started to flirt with you? He had heart eyes" "Oooh, that's true!" Tom started to jump in his seat, clapping and laughing "He even asked you if you were going to see the race" "He wasn't flirting, he was just... being polite" I sighed rolling my eyes. "And why did he started following you on Instagram?" Tom took my phone on his hands when it turned on with a notification "Oh! And he sent a message to you!"

I stood up front the couch and walked to my bed with my phone between my hands, opening Instagram and reading his message.

charles_leclerc: Hey it's me, Charles Leclerc. I wanted to know if you can come to the Ferrari paddock with Tom and Harrison?

I smiled reading his message while bitting my lip.

me: Hi Charles, sorry we already have an invitation from RedBull... but of course we're going to walk near! I think Harrison wanted to have a look to the cars

charles_leclerc Oh, well... So, do you like Monaco?

I laughed softly. He changed the topic so quickly that o even se that coming.

me: I haven't seen too much, only the harbor and some nice shops... but it's pretty

charles_leclerc: Do you want me to show you the city?

I gasped in surprise, sitting on my bed and looking at the screen of my phone.

"Guys?" I shouted, hearing their footsteps coming near me. "What?" they shouted looking at me worried. "I think Charles Leclerc asked me to go with him on a date" "I KNEW IT!" Tom exclaimed "Okay so, what did you said?" "Nothing! I mean, what if he's joking? I'm sure he is..."

Tom rolled his eyes and started to tap on my phone, writing a message for Charles. He smiled and then put the phone on the bed.

"You have to get ready, he will come in an hour" "He what?" "Go on. And put something red" Harrison smiled and they left me alone on my room.

Sighing I opened the suitcase and searched for something to wear but nothing red. I dressed with a midi black dress and some sandals and painted my lips with a red lipstick.

"He's here" Tom said looking outside the windows, waving to someone on the street "And he has the Ferrari we saw this morning. Damn Y/N, enjoy the drive and then describe to us how the car was" "You are a freak" I laughed opening the door.

Leaving the hotel Charles opened the door for me with a big smile and started to drive on the streets. He showed me all the important places and personal places like his mother's house or the school were he studied when he was a kid. Some fans who recognised him started to cheer for him and he waved to them with a smile on his lips.

"Is like that everyday? Like you walk on the street and everyone knows who you are. Aren't you stressed about that?" I asked him looking at all his fans. "Not really. Well, it's true that when I race here I feel a lot of pressure because you know... it's home and they are my people. But you know... is really good to feel the support of them" he explained smiling to me. "I guess so..." "And how it is being Tom's manager?" "Is like if I'm taking care of a child! I'm always looking that he doesn't spoil a movie, or swear on public TV... but I love him, he's my best friend since I was little" I smiled, moving my hands while I speak. "I have to confess that the first time I saw you Carlos and I thought that you were his girlfriend " he sighed. "God, no! Never in a million years" I laughed.

He smiled to me and parked the car. I looked outside and when I saw that we are on the top of Monaco I sighed with happiness.

"Wow, what a wonderful view" I smiled looking at the sea "Thank you for the ride, Charles" "I hope you enjoyed it" he smiled grabbing my hand and walking to a bench.

None of us talk, instead we enjoy the silence looking at the sea. I didn't notice that his hand is still holding mine but I don't care, it feels right.

"You know... when I saw you this morning the first thing I noticed was you, not your friends" he said, squeezing my hand "Like, yeah they are Tom Holland and Harrison Osterflied, but... you are beautiful" "Charles..." "I don't want you think that I say this to every girl a see" he interrupted me "I mean it. You are gorgeous, Y/N"

I smiled and placed my head on his shoulder, leaning on him I little.

"Come to my garage tomorrow at the race" he whispered. "But I already talked with RedBull" "Only you" he insisted, interviewing our hands and caressing my skin "Please" "Okay..."

He laughed softly and stood from the bench. He drived me back to my hotel and I promised to meet him tomorrow at his garage, waving goodbye to him. Opening the door of the suite I'm welcomed my Tom and Harrison asking me about the date.

"It was... fine" I answered with a smile "The car, I mean. The date was actually really good." "Do you like him?" Tom asked with a smile. "Well... I only know him since this morning, but he's kinda cute"

The next morning we walked to the track, Tom waving to all the people who recognised him and laughed when McLaren started to put the SpiderMan theme song on their garage. When I reached the merchandising shop I stopped to by a Ferrari shirt and put it on me quickly, making Tom and Harrison laugh.

"What? I'm going to their garage, at least I should wear something for them" I sighed at them. "You like Charles " Harrison singed hugging my shoulders ", and that's really cute." "Yeah, whatever"

I stopped in front of Ferrari garage and Charles waved at me with a smile on his lips, dressed already on his driver suit. I followed him and sat where he indicated me before he reached to the car.

The race started, and he was first because he finished first yesterday on qualification. But after some minutes something happened to his car.

"No. No. No." He said via radio.

He can't race anymore, his car stopped working only at the warm up lap. The garage started to move stressed and requested for a safety car to bring Charles back. My phone started vibratting and the screen lighted up with a Tom's message.

Tommy: That was Charles, right?

Me: Yeah...

I heard the door of a car closing and the next thing that happened was a surprise to me. Charles started to walk towards me and he hugged me in front of everyone.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked caressing his back. "I'm not" he whispered on my neck.

He started to shake and I searched for help with my eyes. A woman watched us and she waved to me catching my attention, making me go away from him and catching his hand walking in front of him. The woman lead us to an empty room and she smiled at me before closing the door.

"Hey" I put my hands on his cheeks lifting his head up. "No, please. Just... hug me."

I sighed and hugged him. He started to cry on me, wrapping me with his arms and making me caress his hair.

"It's okey to cry, Charles. I'm here, not going anywhere " I whispered softly.

He sat on the couch and I sat on his lap, humming on his hair trying to calm his nerves. When he stopped crying I took his face between my hands and dried his cheeks with my fingers.

"Everything is fine" I smiled to him.

He looked at me and started to lean on me, looking between my eyes and my lips. Our foreheads are touching and in one second his lips are on mine.

"I only know you for a day... but I already like you, Y/N" he sighed on my lips making me smile. "I like you too, Charles"

[singsweetmelodies]

Hiii Katie!! I am so sorry for the incoming word vomit in this ask but I just had to get this out or it would have driven me to madness. I am not a writer and this idea won't leave my brain

It started with wine, red wine, maybe merlot. charles is just trying to relax in his hotel room in the soft white robe that the hotel has provided, is idly scrolling through insta and is drinking merlot because he read on a tik tok that wine relaxes you and tik tok is always right. He is a slow drinker though because lorenzo says he's a lighthead and should drink his drinks slowly to not become tipsy and lorenzo is always wise. His lips have been stained red, making him look every bit of the ferrari driver that he is. At first he thinks he is imagining it but no someone is pounding on his hotel door. With great reluctance he goes to open it only to be faced with the sheepish faces of one carlos, behind him lando, max and pierre, all of them holding ps controllers. Wordlessly he invites them in and carlos rushes to explain that his girlfriend was staying with him and they needed to play this new game that is just so lit charles. "damn they do spoil you lot", whistles lando, taking in the big (messy) room. He can feel pierre staring at him and subconsciously he wonders if he has something on his face before realising it's his red stained lips. He chuckles to himself, pierre was always a sucker for lips. Outloud he welcomes them in, offers them drinks and makes small talk with them while they set up the playstation like his maman taught him is polite to do. He is many things but he will never be a careless host. He knows that now it's not only pierre, that now they are all sneaking in glances at him when they think he isn't looking but charles had a sixth sense for cameras and eyes. He knows that the right thing to do would be to discard his robe to wear a shirt over his boxers and to discreetly wipe off the wine with a tissue and to join them for playing but damn him, he finds he likes having this power over them too much, this power where they're all attracted to him but only he has the choice to choose. So like any minx, he drops himself onto the lone armchair, politely declines to play saying he's just not in the mood and resumes his insta scrolling. If he pouts or bites him lips just a little extra than his usual, well that's for him to know. He smirks to himself when all of them are less boisterous than usual and he knows it when max leaves with a hard on, when carlos lingers his eyes on him or when lando looks like he has just discovered sex is a thing. But he only lingers with pierre.

Next time also happens innocently enough or not. His maman dragged him along for shopping along and now they're in a beauty store. His maman tries all the shades of lipstick on the back of his hand and before she can decide on one, they are interrupted by riccardo and martha while they're out baby shopping. riccardo is as annoying as his brothers therefore instead of saying hello like a normal person, he comes up behind him and starts tickling him until he can't stand and is a breathless mess. he can see them greet his mom and ask her what they're looking for. when he finally gets his breath back, riccardo is looking at him mischievously when he says "you know, this would suit you so well charlo" just before jumping at him to swipe his lips. He can hear martha and maman laugh while he tries to fight him off but he knows he doesn't try too hard. He lets himself be pulled in front of a mirror and he knows someone is saying something but he doesn't hear them because he is struck by how pretty his looks. not just pretty but pretty. before he wipes it off, he makes sure to take a selfie and send it to pierre and he can just imagine his reaction.

Next time, he tries on a lipstick that is only one shade darker than his lips in the team debrief after friday and wonders if anyone will notice. Ofcourse carlos notices. He can feel him staring from the opposite side, he can feel him looking at his lips. But he doesn't say anything.

His love for red lips just keeps growing and so do his attempts to show it.

Five fridays later, he shows up on saturday with the perfect shade of red that suits him and makes sure to jovially greet max. he can almost hear something grind to a halt in max's brain. when he gets pole by 3 tenths, he momentarily wonders if this can be considered mind games and if michael would be proud before focusing on flashing his most brilliant smiles to the camera

OK IM DONE IM SORRY FOR THIS!! You and Akira have inspired me too much. This post is also to thank for it.

https://at.tumblr.com/watercolor-hearts/so-yeah-i-couldnt-resist-trying-it/t5y0mhtnhyis

oh my GOD!! okay, anon, don't you dare apologise, because this is absolutely GENIUS and I loved every second of it. OMG!!

ahhhhh, so much to scream about here, but firstly, visuals 💋

(image credits to this post from @watercolor-hearts - you are brilliant for finding this, anon!!)

secondly. SECONDLY. babe are you sure you're not a writer?! because this is a spectacular idea and i would give half of my left arm to read it, lmao. little minx/tease charles my BELOVED... give me more of it. more of it ASAP. *discord blurry eyes react*

also!! charles using his red lips as a form of mindgame - now, i'm no schumi expert, but i'm pretty sure he would've arched an eyebrow and been pretty impressed by that. DAMN. chef's kiss! (pun unfortunately intended.)

i'm going to tag @effervescentdragon here too, because you did say akira inspired you too, and because i think she should see it immediately. EVERYONE should see it immediately!! anon, your brain is absolutely massive and i am quite simply on my knees for you 😘 thank you so so much for sharing this epic idea!

[landhoe-norris]

hi, do you mind explaining the -gates in your quiz? i got into f1 kinda late and they seem incredibly interesting haha

no problem 🫶

checo breathes onto a woman's cheek post-monaco checo was seen in a 1-second clip talking very closely with a women (imagine that meme of that girl standing still while a guy talks to her super close)

charles fucks (former) bff's

charles dumps girlfriend to focus on racing only to start dating her (now former) bff

carlos takes lando and some rando to the brazilian countryside "for golf"

carlos and lando allegedly had some girls at their shared vacay home in brazil back in november. all i know is that someone got penetrated that weekend and it wasn't the girls

max on pepper grindr

there was a nude pic of max going around last year, looked photoshopped but the recipient said it came from grindr so ya know, lestappen is real

red bull creative accounting

red bull doing what all the teams do and cooking the books

pee-rre peeing on girls

there was this thing going around earlier this year where a girl said an f1 driver liked peeing on the girls he sleeps with and i'm pretty sure the consensus was that it's pierre and good for him, i'm still waiting on a pierre pees on lando fic

lance having a juicy ass (this isn't a gate i just want people to realise that lance is bootylicious)

not a gate, just straight facts

spygate

mclaren being big brained and spying on competitors and then very unfairly being fined 100 million pounds

lando being a forest fairy (again just a psa)

again not a gate, just a psa

all of this is of course 100% factual

[ilovejevsjeans]

Why '5/10' Ricciardo isn't giving up on his McLaren quest

“Oh, don’t make me do that!”

In a routine McLaren interview with selected members of the media, Daniel Ricciardo is asked to give himself a grade for his performances this season.

“From an on-track point of view, like a results point of view, I wouldn't give myself too much of a flattering grade,” he says. “But I don't want to say what I think! Because that just makes me sound pretty shit.”

After eight races, Ricciardo is ninth in the drivers’ standings. He has finished sixth three times, but never higher. In qualifying, he’s been knocked out in Q2 on three occasions, and in Portugal didn't even make it past Q1. Most importantly, he has less than half the points scored by teammate Lando Norris, who in 2021 has done everything to make Ricciardo's difficult adaptation as glaring as possible.

"On a more positive, on like an off-track grade, I'll definitely give myself a nine," he says. "Definitely, the results aren't through a lack of trying. And I certainly feel like I've put in the work.

"I think it will eventually come to fruition, and it will show. But so far the on-track stuff, I don't know… call it a five out of ten. I'm certainly wanting to improve that."

The start of the 2021 season has been difficult for every driver who's changed teams. But it bears admitting that Ricciardo's struggles are more notable. Sergio Perez has already won a race (admittedly in fortuitous circumstances) for Red Bull, Carlos Sainz Jr is close to Charles Leclerc's points total at Ferrari, Sebastian Vettel is having his renaissance at Aston Martin, and even Fernando Alonso after two years away is now regularly beating Alpine teammate Esteban Ocon.

These guys no longer need to find the words to talk about adaptation, a lack of mileage in pre-season testing and car specifics. They are facing fewer questions of that nature. But not Ricciardo.

"I've been trying to use different kinds of analogies to explain to – without being rude – the outside world, to try and get the words across," he says. "Ultimately, yes, I've been driving F1 for a few years and all the cars are… they're not the same, but it's the same category at least.

"But with some of the way the car is at the moment, some of the quirks and the way it likes to be driven, I'm basically trying to get good at kick a ball with my left foot. My instinct is obviously kick a ball with my right foot, that's easy. But now to really perfect this car, I'm trying to now learn how to kick with my left. That's maybe a good analogy."

Even if it is a good analogy, you'd think a driver of Ricciardo's race-winning calibre should have already figured out that left-foot kick – and he too is keenly aware that it's not a process that can go on forever.

"Once you can kind of balance it on this nice little knife edge, the car can certainly be quick," he explains. "And I think that's probably another way of putting it as well, is that it does have a bit of a sweet spot, but it is just quite small. And obviously, if you're outside of it, then you're not getting the performance.

"Even Lando is saying the car is quite different this year. And, you know, the tyres have changed, and most drivers seem to be commenting about that. And now the floors are narrower at the rear. So there's some changes as well, which maybe even if I was still in Renault or Alpine this year, maybe there would be some similar kind of comments or difficulties.

"But I've got to a point now where I'm also trying not to fill my head with it. It is different, sure. But it can't be different forever. At some point, this is it, this is the car I've got, and 'different' needs to become 'normal' and get on with it."

Ricciardo's difficulties are made more curious by the fact that two years ago he'd already switched teams, and his adaptation from Red Bull to Renault had proved much smoother. But with McLaren it's a different situation, he insists.

"I think, going into a new team, you're always going to have to find or adapt to something," he says. "And I would say adapting to the Renault, I was still able to adapt with a similar driving style or something that was more natural for me. Yeah, the car felt different, but I could still approach it with the same style.

"Where this one now, currently the car feels different. I think the Renault, there was some adaptation but also I could still kind of use my style, call it instinct. Where the McLaren, it's a little more detailed than that, I guess. I look at it as a positive as well, like in the long run if I can learn how to drive with a different style, then I have more tools in my arsenal."

The faster "different becomes normal" for Ricciardo, the better for McLaren. The team is currently fighting with Ferrari for third place in the constructors' standings and needs a strong Ricciardo to hold onto the position it claimed last year.

"I told them, 'I'll be half a second quicker,'" he laughs when responding to a question about whether his expectations of McLaren have matched reality – perhaps hinting that, if there is a side that hasn't had its expectations met, it's McLaren itself.

Yet Ricciardo's broad smile suggests that, for his part, he is satisfied.

"I think, from a team feeling and environment, like I'm very, very, very happy", he says. "I would love to think that they are also happy.

"It's just now really sorting the on-track stuff, and getting, obviously, the stopwatch going. I think we're in a position now where, yes, currently I need to drive this car better. But I think we also don't want to lose, let's call it my strengths and what got me to this position.

"There's also the two-way street of me continuously giving feedback to the team about, 'Okay, what you guys can do better to help me'. They're obviously trying to help me drive the current car, but I'm trying to help them get the car to obviously a happier place [so] that it's not like, you know, [me] overthinking every corner and trying to be with this style here and this style there, ultimately to get to a place where we can drive naturally.

"I think when you're free, that's normally when the lap time comes, so it's a two-way process now. The team has been great, and I want to give them more, absolutely. But I think they also understand that it's a journey. I signed a three-year contract with them. We'd love to have fireworks already, but we know that we've got time on our side to get it right, and go through the process properly.

"I think with McLaren, there's a lot of things I love. They tick every box, and there's always follow-ups. If I ask a question, if they can't answer it immediately, then, you know, I'll be sure to get a phone call or an email or something.

"And they're also very open-minded. There is some new faces in the team. But there's also some people who have been at McLaren for years and years, but they're also not holding on to the world championships from however long ago, they're constantly trying to be better, evolve, stay with the times. The mindset creates a really nice energy in the team and that's really cool."

There's definitely light at the end of the tunnel. Ricciardo enjoyed a strong drive to sixth in the French Grand Prix, pulling off some striking overtakes, while in last weekend's Styrian Grand Prix he could have finished higher than his eventual 13th without a short-lived loss of power that led to him allowing four rivals through on the seventh lap. And, all in all, Ricciardo did score six times in the first eight races of the season.

"It's funny, because I look at Bahrain and I outqualified Lando," he points out. "I think I was the only new driver to do it, you know, in the new team. So it's funny, you look at race one, you're like, 'oh, well this is, you know, a 10 out of 10'.

"But currently, it's probably been a bit of unfamiliar territory. Because normally, especially like qualifying, when I need to pull the trigger, so to speak, I can find the lap time – I don't want to say easily – but relatively comfortable. And it's certainly taking a bit more probably just conscious effort at the moment, so that's where it's been a bit more challenging. But yeah, although my score says 'call it a five' – and it's what it is now – I am uberconfident that increases as the year goes on.

"So panic not, my friends."

In the end, Ricciardo simply has no choice. Whatever it takes, he needs to make it work with McLaren, as it's probably his last chance to go for the title, even if right now it looks like a long shot. Mercedes and Ferrari didn't make a play for his services when he was a free agent, and there's probably no way back to Red Bull either.

If Ricciardo still wants to win the title, he's got to do it with McLaren. And he hasn't got that much time left either.

"I think it was Monaco 2016, where I was talking about my age," Ricciardo, now 32, says. "Now that I've got older, I'm in my 30s, I think the reality is I'll be in this for as long as I want, in terms of the age. At least for now it isn't going to slow me down, not in the next few years.

"If I'm still hungry and determined, I can keep that window open for the title. I'm aware now [a chance] to win five titles is becoming slimmer and slimmer. But still to win one, I think there's time on my side.

"The McLaren one is certainly where my ambition is. And I definitely want to see this one through hopefully with a lot of success." (X)

[someone-worth-racing-for]

Soy lago means I love you

Chapter 11:

Lando worried about his Alpha, when he helped him to get over to the couch and take a seat. “Are you sick as well?” The little Omega questioned, while he checked the Spaniard’s temperature. But Carlos wasn’t feverish, not like Max.

“Lando, Carlos isn’t sick. Neither is Max.” Charles’ actually calm voice drew Lando’s attention over to the young Beta standing there between the pairs, eying first Carlos, his reaction and the worried Omega kneeling next to him and then over to Daniel and Max still clinging to his body like a monkey.

Lando followed his look over to the mated couple and he had to admit that seeing them like that was pretty strange, especially because it was Max, who was rubbing his middle all horny against Daniel’s waist, kind of moaning and grunting into his ear, alternately kissing his neck and cheek during the process.

“Max just has his heat.” Charles finally explained the situation to Lando, since he was the only one who still hadn’t got it in the very first moment.

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Yup, your eyes aren't making fun of you - I really made it to keep my promise to publish the next chapter within the next few days 😉 I have really made it, at least for once 😅

So, I hope you guys will enjoy this 9k long, new chapter 👀

[gokinjeespot]

off the rack #1292

Monday, December 16, 2019

 I sure got a heavy cardio workout yesterday scraping off the ice from both vehicles after the rain on Saturday froze under a layer of snow overnight into Sunday morning. That kind of temperature change will give you whiplash. The frozen blowing snow covered half of our birdfeeders too so I had to clear those off for our feathered friends. It's despairing when the temperature drops during the day instead of getting warmer. Stupid Arctic Air Mass.

 The Red Mother #1 - Jeremy Haun (writer) Danny Luckert (art) Ed Dukeshire (letters). The first page with the disintegrating skull will give you an idea of what this beautifully drawn new story is about. Daisy and her boyfriend Luke are walking home from dinner when they are attacked in a scary black space behind an iron gate. Luke is hauled into the blackness and Daisy has her right eye plucked out but survives. By the end of this issue she's seeing scary things through a haze of red. I loved the art in this and look forward to meeting Mother.

  Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy #4 - Jody Houser (writer) Adriana Melo (pencils) Mark Morales & Wade von Grawbadger (inks) Hi-Fi (colours) Gabriela Downie (letters). The Floronic Man attacks the girls again. This time in a roadside dinosaur theme park run by a crazy old lady. Poison Ivy figures out how the bad guy is tracking them and Harley fixes that problem with a machete. This is one crazy story.

 Punisher Soviet #2 - Garth Ennis (writer) Jacen Burrows (pencils) Guillermo Ortego (inks) Nolan Woodard (colours) Rob Steen (letters). Frank has reluctantly taken on a teammate in his fight with a Russian mobster. This issue starts that guy's origin story.

 Something is Killing the Children #4 - James Tynion IV (writer) Werther Dell'Edera (art) Miquel Muerto (colours) AndWorld Design (letters). Erica goes shopping for monster killing tools and into the woods we go. Time to meet the monster.

 X-Force #3 - Benjamin Percy (writer) Joshua Cassara (art) Guru-eFX (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). The enemy is revealed and they are Xeno. Kind of reminds me of the Court of Owls from Batman. Wolverine and Kid Omega rescue Domino from their clutches while a new Charles Xavier is hatched with a rebuilt Cerebro to lead the war. I liked how Magneto made a sword for Charles from the broken Cerebro helmet.

 The Dollhouse Family #2 - M. R. Carey (writer) Peter Gross (layouts) Vince Locke (finishes) Cris Peter (colours) Todd Klein (letters). Maybe I'm wrong but I suspect that the M. in the writer credit stands for Mike. I loved Mike Carey's Vertigo books and this has a very familiar feel. I like how the house is a character too.

 The Immortal Hulk #28 - Al Ewing (writer) Tom Reilly & Matias Bergara (art) Chris O'Halloran (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). The villain gets the spotlight this issue as Roxxon C.E.O. Dario Agger tries to find a way to fight the Hulk. He goes to find an ally on Monster Isle and I laughed when I saw who it was.

 Valkyrie #6 - Al Ewing & Jason Aaron (writers) Pere Perez (art) Jesus Aburtov (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). What a great read. This is an example of how two good writers can produce a highly enjoyable issue of a comic book. Add to that very nice art and you've got a "pick of the week". Part one of "Strange Aeons" starts a new story where Val needs to put together a team to save Death. Doctor Strange is her first recruit and Night Nurse, Cardiac, Doctor Faiza Hussain AKA Excalibur and Manikin make the journey to the valley of the shadow of death. Talk about D-list, but I trust that Al and Jason will make good use of these heroes.

 Detective Comics #1017 - Tom Taylor (writer) Fernando Blanco (art) John Kalisz (colours) Travis Lanham (letters). This is a great one issue story if you want to see why this comic book is on my "must read" list. Batman solves two crimes and I was happy to see Damian helping out. If Tom Taylor did a Robin book, I'd read that too.

 Fantastic Four #17 - Dan Slott (writer) Luciano Vecchio, Carlos Magno, Bob Quinn & Sean Izaakse (art) Erick Arciniega (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters). I was wondering why this story was called "Point of Origin" and this issue explain why. We all know that the Fantastic Four were bombarded with cosmic rays when they took their maiden flight and that's what gave them their super powers. Little did we know it wasn't an accident. It's a subtle change and doesn't make a lot of difference in the grand scheme of things but it is kind of neat.

 Miles Morales: Spider-Man #13 - Saladin Ahmed (writer) Javier Garron (art pages 1-2, 16-20) Kevin Libranda (art pages 3-8) & Alitha Martinez (art pages 9-13) David Curiel & Protobunker (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). I usually get annoyed when an issue is drawn by a bunch of different artists but Javier, Kevin and Alitha all did a splendid job and the story flowed seamlessly. The awesome colouring job helped too. Say hello to Billie Mariana Morales. Miles is now a big brother.

 Superman #18 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Ivan Reis (pencils) Joe Prado (inks) Alex Sinclair (colours) Dave Sharpe (letters). As big a Brian Bendis fan that I am, I stopped reading this title because I wasn't interested in what was happening in the book. Now I'm interested again. Superman drops a bomb that's going to explode into all kinds of repercussions. I liked how Wonder Woman, Batman and Lex Luthor reacted to the news even though they don't utter a word. That's great art right there. The cover will give you a hint to what Superman's announcement is.

 Fallen Angels #3 - Bryan Hill (writer) Szymon Kudranski (art) Frank D'Armata (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). Cable, Psylocke and X-23's mission to save some children continues and one of the heroes is captured by the enemy. I hope their next story happens in the daytime because these issues have been very dark.

 Dark Knight Returns: The Golden Child#1 - Frank Miller (writer) Rafael Grampa (art) Jordie Bellaire (colours) John Workman & Deron Bennett (letters). No returning Dark Knight since this story features Lara, Jonathan and Carrie, the kids of the Big Two. They battle old man Joker and old man Darkseid. I loved the art. The writing was annoyingly repetitive. That seems to be Franks writing style now using lots of verbs and choppy little captions. I don't like it. The thing about comic books is that the art and writing go hand in hand and I just couldn't stop reading the words part way and just look at the pretty pictures. Seeing Greta Thunberg on the last page just made me love Rafael even more.

 Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #14 - Tom Taylor (writer) Marguerite Sauvage (art flashback) Ken Lashley (art) Marguerite Sauvage & Rachelle Rosenberg (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters). Crappydoodles! This is the last issue. I am sad. I enjoyed the entire 14-issue run. It was Juann Cabal's art that got me hooked but Tom's writing kept me reading. His stories were very Mister Rogers and I liked them a lot. He showed Peter committed to his sense of responsibility and ended this issue nicely. I'm going to miss this title.

 The Batman's Grave #3 - Warren Ellis (writer) Bryan Hitch (pencils) Kevin Nowlan (inks) Alex Sinclair (colours) Richard Starkings (letters). Batman is working on a case of murder disguised as a suicide. I like how this issue starts and ends with him working the case with Alfred in the Batcave that bookends 10 pages of wordless solo crime scene investigation and a fight with an intruder for a crucial clue.

 2099: Doom #1 - Chip Zdarsky (writer) Marco Castiello (art) Chris Sotomayor (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). This one-shot doesn't add much to the overall story but I like Chip's writing so I read it. Victor winds up in 2099 fighting his future self. The last page doesn't make a lot of sense so skipping this comic won't hurt much.

 2099: Spider-Man #1 - Nick Spencer (writer) Ze Carlos (art) Brian Reber & Andrew Crossley (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). I was as confused as the Miguel in this story when I got to the end. We get a sense of what's happening in 2099 that's bad for everyone but there's no connection to the main story as far as I can make out. These 2099 one-shots have been a waste of time, which doesn't bode well for Marvel's next big event. I'll read 2099 Omega to see if there's a point to this story and I'll read The Amazing Spider-Man #36 that ties into this event because that book is on my "must read" list, but Nick Spencer is skating on thin ice with me.

 Annihilation - Scourge: Beta Ray Bill #1 - Michael Moreci (writer) Alberto Alburquerque (art) Jay David Ramos (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). This was a good single issue story. Beta Ray Bill goes up against the Sentry and saves our universe from the scourge of the Cancerverse. I liked that he's teamed up with Lockjaw.

 Annihilation - Scourge: Silver Surfer #1 - Dan Abnett (writer) Paul Davidson (art) Matt Milla (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). I was asked recently if the Silver Surfer was good or evil after the Silver Surfer Black story and I didn't know the answer until now. This tie-in one-shot takes place right after Silver Surfer Black as Norrin Radd breaches the barrier between the positive universe and the Negative Zone to investigate what's causing the mass exodus from Annihilus's realm. Here he finds the means of defeating the Void controlled Sentry and thereby save two universes. He also discovers the ability to merge with another being sort of like DC's Deadman.

[u2-gibeyourselfahue]

Who The Fuck Is This?

(If you want to skip the BS, my best guess as to his identity is at the bottom)

While reading The Renaissance At War by Thomas Arnold, I came across a nice piece of artwork depicting part of The Battle of Pavia (1525). Image attribution seems to suggest it came from AKG Endpaper.

Sounds good, let’s have a gander.

Found this after navigating a shit load of redirects. The description is a bit misleading, as one may be led to believe this armored gentleman to be Francis I. The full image (which is apparently part of a multi-piece tapestry set by an artist named Bernard Van Orley) is actually included in Arnold’s book and identifies another as the French king. It’s possible that the individual above (henceforth known as WHOAREYOU) is someone else. Perhaps the ‘Neapolitan Viceroy’?  Okay, so who the fuck is that?

Here is another picture from the book, which is a snapshot of the battle. The style reminds me of some of Martin Dougherty’s stuff, which is pretty cool. (Also, please excuse the shitty camera quality)

It’s difficult to see, but all named figures are supposed to be shown in blue, with the exception of ‘De Vasto’ in the middle, who is part of the Imperial forces in red. It seems as though this fellow must be pretty important to be singled out this way.

I’ve another book here, Paolo Giovio by T.C. Price Zimmermann which suggests that De Vasto is a man by the name of Alfonso (whose wife spent time with the eponymous Giovio). Alfonso is related to Francisco Fernando, Marquis of Pescara. This is relevant, because in Michael Edward Mallett and Christine Shaw’s book, The Italian Wars, 1494–1559: War, State and Society in Early Modern Europe, the following is given regarding the Battle of Pavia:

“This has often been presented as a battle commanded by Pescara, and much of the credit for the victory has been given to his planning and his deployment of the arquebusiers. He claimed it was his idea to attack through the park. The contemporary historian Giovio said that Pescara had been given overall command of the army but imperial sources made no mention of this, although Pescara was singled out for praise for his valour and energy. In the field, Bourbon and Lannoy had taken the most honourable positions in command of the cavalry.“ (Mallett and Shaw, 152)

Note that line about Giovio. Zimmermann says something relevant about this:

“Giovio personally interviewed many of the surviving participants, including Francis I, but achieved vividness and clarity by holding for the most part to Pescara’s contemporary account of the battle to Charles V.“ (Zimmermann, 74)

There’s an annotation attached to this:

“On the interviews with Francis I (at Marseilles in 1533 and again at Nice in 1538) see Vita del Pescara (1931), 435. Sir Charles Oman called Giovio’s account of Pavia the most detailed (The Art of War in the Sixteenth Century, 186–206). For Pescara’s letter to Charles V see M. F. Navarrete, M. Salvá, and P. S. deBaranda, eds., Collección de documentos inéditos para la historia España 38 (1861), 408–12?

It’s possible that Pescara held principle command. This link I found (couldn’t find the book it’s based off of, but I like De Re Militari, so I’m willing to believe them) seems to corroborate this somewhat, as it calls Pescara the ‘chief of the emperor's host’

(http://www.deremilitari.org/RESOURCES/SOURCES/pavia.htm

Last part of the annotation:

“For eyewitness sources Giovio also had del Vasto and Giambattista Castaldo, who took Francis I prisoner.”

So, all this to say that De Vasto -might- be WHOAREYOU, while Pescara is running overall command...

...until you get to this:

“Although the d’Avalos were in origin a Spanish family, Pescara himself had been born in Italy, and his title was a Neapolitan one.” (Zimmermann, 76)

Great, does that mean that Pescara is the Neapolitan viceroy (and therefore WHOAREYOU) or is this ‘title’ not necessarily related.

Moreover, there’s also the idea that just because AKG says that the viceroy accepted the surrender, that does not mean it has any bearing to the actual scene of what was going on with Francis. It may have been a broad and not strictly related summary. Hell, who knows what kind of biases and reformats went into the original accounts to begin with. This is starting to feel like an Ouroboros of bullshit.

“The large number of conflicting and often self-serving contemporary accounts makes the battle of Pavia difficult to reconstruct in congruent detail.“ (Zimmermann, 84)

You’re fucking telling me.

Let’s take a break and see if Wikipedia is going to be of any help in the matter.

Where the hell did all these people come from?

Okay, we know some of these people already (mostly Fernando and Alfonso). I took another crappy photo of Arnold’s book which elaborates a bit on Bourbon.

I already mentioned Bourbon in the quote about the cavalry, along with Lannoy. More about the latter is contained here:

“The imperial army was strengthened by the arrival in late December of the new viceroy of Naples, Charles de Lannoy, and Pescara, bringing troops from Naples.” (Mallett and Shaw, 147)

Aha, ‘Viceroy of Naples’. So perhaps Lannoy is our mysterious WHOAREYOU (let’s just assume the AKG image is portraying the viceroy, for my own sanity)

What does his wiki page say?

We’re off to a good start.

Fortunately, we actually do have some sources. Here’s a bit in Correspondence of the Emperor Charles V. and his ambassadors at the courts of England and France : from the original letters in the imperial family archives at Vienna; with a connecting narrative and biographical notices of the Emperor and of some of the most distinguished officers of his army and household; together with the Emperor's itinerary from 1519-1551, the title of which is going to be longer than the actual content:

“CHARLES DE LANNOY VICEROY OF NAPLES TO THE EMPEROR Villa Franca 10th of June 1525? (118)

I think we can do a little better than that.

There’s a reference to this in La corte de Carlos V by José Martínez Millán. I found an archive of it (https://repositorio.uam.es/xmlui/handle/10486/742) so let’s check it out.

Nice, it’s partitioned into a bunch of different pdfs, that’s just fucking wonderful.

The part we care about comes from CAPITULO6, pages 233-234 :

“Por su parte, Charles de Lannoy enviado a Ñapóles, había  dejado  su lugar  al frente  de la  caballeriza  a Cesare Ferramosca.”

Yeah, I don’t really speak Spanish. Let’s just run it through an online translator:

“For his part, Charles de Lannoy sent to Naples, had left his place in front of the stable to Cesare Ferramosca.”

Sent to Naples, eh? I’m pretty sure we can make an argument that Lannoy is indeed the viceroy we’re looking for.

The wiki page of the battle proper also has this to say: “The exact nature of Francis's surrender—in particular, who exactly had taken him prisoner—is uncertain, with a variety of candidates ranging from Alonso Pita da Veiga, Juan de Urbieta and Diego Dávila to Lannoy himself being put forward by various historians.“

WHOAREYOU could be any of these people as well, though Lannoy so far has the best argument for it (Again, for my sanity, let’s just assume the artwork is depicting the viceroy). Unrelatedly, Diego there doesn’t even have a wikipedia page. Here’s a reference to him in Colección de documentos inéditos para la historia de España, Volume 38, page 391, which talks a bit about events that took place after Francis was unhorsed:

The text becomes corrupted when I try to copy this, but the rough translation looks like:

“Then he came to where the king was another Darmas man from Granada called Diego de Avila, who, as the king saw on the ground with such trappings, went to him to surrender the king told him who he was and that he was surrendered to the emperor and asking him If he had given Gaje M, he told him that Diego de Avil was not asked and he gave him the rapier that he had brought with him, and a mitten and decked Diego de Avila worked to get him under the horse And in this there came another man from Galicia. called Pita which helped him to raise and took to the king the badge that of Saut Miguel to the neck it brought in a chain that is the order of the cavalry of France and tie it as those of the emperor the Tuson For this the king offered him to give him six mili duked but he did not want them but bring it to the emperor While the King of France was standing, some arcabuceros soldiers came to the party, who, not conning him, wanted to kill him because they did not believe the They told him that he was the king and without them they could not save his life if Monsignor de la Mota, a great and great friend of the Duke of Borbon, who had walked with him and disarmed him, had not come to that place. saw the contest that there they had...“

More importantly, on page 394 and 395, mention is made of a number of key imperial figures and their interaction with Francis:

It names the Marquis of Pescara, Monsignor de la Mota, the Duke of Bourbon, the Marquis of Vasto, and the Viceroy of Naples.

Now, since the text is FUBAR, it’s difficult for me to pinpoint when this event took place. It’s possible that this took place far later than the initial capture of Francis. That said, it does at least support the idea that Lannoy, at some point, did have an interaction with the king.

Here is another excerpt from page 411-412. If I’m understanding this correctly, this one comes to us courtesy of Pescara himself:

He seems to be talking about specific maneuvers. Of worth to us is the reference to the ‘Viceroy’ and his participation.

The wiki page makes a fuckton of references to Angus Konstam’s Pavia 1525: The Climax of the Italian Wars. Let’s take a quick look.

Of immediate note is this image (as illustrated by Graham Turner):

Aha MK2. This looks familiar. It seems that Konstam and Arnold may have been working off the same sources (probably Oman as the main one, or whatever he was working off of). This would explain why the initial image only contained De Vasto’s name. Here, we see one of the earlier manuevers where De Vasto played a key part in securing Castello Mirabello with his detachment of arquebusiers. Since Arnold’s book was probably providing a broader overview, it only used one moment from the battle.

Later on, we see this unfold:

Bourbon, Pescara, and Georg von Frundsberg (and De Vasto, though he’s not explicitly named) seem to have caught Francis in a bit of a trap. More important than that, however, it that we actually have a map that names all of them. Note Frundsberg’s position. The text states that he was engaging the ‘Black Band’.

The book also goes on to say this:

“In the middle of this carnage the king apparently fought well, until his horse was brought down and he was surrounded by arquebusiers armed with daggers. Lannoy, who by then had returned to the scene, is reputed to have ridden into the fray and rescued the king, defending him at sword point from his own men. French sources disagree, and a number of people claimed the glory of capturing the king.  Whatever the situation, Lannoy was on hand to extricate the king and accompany him to the rear, escorted by files of Neapolitan arquebusiers (probably part of De Vasto’s force).” (Konstam, 73)

Even though there’s some dispute here, it’s likely that Lannoy was at least somewhat near the proceedings.

Thus far, I’ve been avoiding the most obvious piece of this puzzle, which is the tapestry itself. After all, despite what may or may not have happened, in some ways, the tapestry tells its own story, as Van Orley may have had specific people in mind when he created it. Or he may have even elevated certain key figures above others, depending on his own preferences.

RIHA journal gives a superb treatment of the tapestry and it’s associated events here: (https://www.riha-journal.org/articles/2014/2014-oct-dec/paredes-battle-of-pavia)

Down at the bottom, we have this tidbit:

“Most of these commanders are portrayed and identified by inscriptions in the tapestries “

I don’t have these inscriptions, but Thomas Campbell talks a bit about the art in Tapestry and the Renaissance Art and Magnificence

“Description of the Drawing: The preparatory drawing for the Surrender of King Francis...illustrates the key episode in the battle and closely anticipates the structure and appearance of the tapestry (fig. 147). The strongly centralized composition, with the three horsemen looking directly out of the scene, is unique within the series, indicating that it was probably the centerpiece of the whole set. Many of the figures are portraits and some can be identified from the woven inscriptions on the tapestry itself. To the left, King Francis I is helped from his dying horse by Count Nicolas von Salm, commander of the German cavalry.  He is assisted by La Motte de Noyers, captain of the Bourbon cavalry, who fought on the imperial side, and the count of Monmartin. Farther to the left, under the imperial banner...the imperial commander Charles de Lannoy climbs from his horse” (Campbell, 322)

There we have it.

Given how I cannot seem to locate the inscriptions myself, I’m willing to accept the idea that Lannoy is indeed the one we’re looking for. Later on, Campbell adds this:

“Artist: The tapestries were designed by Bernaert van Orley, court painter to Margaret of Austria and later to Mary of Hungary” (Campbell, 328)

If Van Orley is in the employ of the Hapsburg house, I think it’s safe to assume that, barring some strange circumstances I’m not aware of, he wouldn’t have too much reason to intentionally change events as they had unfolded.

I think by this point, we can make a fairly strong argument that Lannoy was the Neapolitan viceroy, was involved in the battle, and is the figure depicted in Van Orley’s tapestry, meaning he is WHOAREYOU. I’d like to cross reference Oman’s book and also check on Frundberg’s accounts to be safe, which I might do if I revisit this post again.

tl;dr I’m pretty sure it’s Charles de Lannoy

(As an interesting tidbit, Campbell mentions that the tapestry set eventually found its way into Pescara’s possesion, which is a pleasant way of tying everything back to where it started, from my point of view at least)