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[hourcat]

I'm fairly certain you've done this before for Piarles, but no. 12? 👀

12. Whoops I accidentally fell in love with the sex worker I've been involved with (OnlyFans, exotic dancer, full-service, whatever)

Charles, nursing the world's most irritating headache, doesn't think twice before pressing FaceTime on Pierre's contact information. It's been—well, exhausting doesn't cover how stretched thin he'd gotten at work today, the grad students working alongside him somehow managing to push all of his buttons at once like they're freshmen again. He loves being the head of the research department, he does, it's just…sometimes, the work feels too big for him.

That's usually where this comes in—Pierre.

It's a little embarrassing, if he thinks about it for too long, how this all came to be: Charles had been shut in during the pandemic, desperate for any kind of connection, and he'd shelled out a pretty ridiculous sum of money over the course of the first year on OnlyFans, of all things. Specifically, the OnlyFans of one Pierre Gee, who's just about the most devastating camboy Charles had ever scrolled past. The first video of him fucking himself and his hand, back-and-forth in the most hypnotizing manner Charles had ever seen, was enough to sell Charles on the first one-time payment.

And that was three years ago. Pierre had reached out to him after the first year of Charles' faithful subscription to ask if he'd wanted anything specific, as he's somehow the biggest subscriber Pierre has, and that's…kind of how this all started. They talk offline often, not even necessarily for sex, and Charles would call him a friend if he didn't fantasize about Pierre fucking him on camera for one of his triple-diamond exclusive videos so frequently.

"Charlot," Pierre answers as the call connects, expression warm and filling Charles' screen in a way that makes his stomach twist. "How are you, cherie?" He looks…glossy with sweat. Charles raises a brow. Pierre sees it. "I am just, ha, getting off work." He winks at the lazy joke, then uses some discarded item of clothing from offscreen to mop up the sweat on his forehead.

"Of course you are," Charles answers flatly, although he can't swallow the giggle when Pierre rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. "I am too, although I'm sure my day was less exciting than yours." It must be something, doing what Pierre does. Charles spends all day cooped up in a library while Pierre probably gets to work from home and play with himself to his heart's content. The thought of him alone pleasuring himself makes Charles shiver. He can't think about that, not right now—he hadn't called for Pierre to get him off, he'd called because he wanted to hear Pierre's voice and talk to him.

"Exciting is not the word I would use," Pierre hums, settling back in whatever he's sitting on so that the camera briefly slips off his face and onto his (of course) broad, bare chest. Charles swallows thickly. "Today was not exactly a thrill to work."

The thought piques Charles' interest, despite himself. "Oh?"

Pierre grimaces. "Weird client," he answers. "Asked for something…" he wrinkles his nose at the thought of it. Charles is even more curious, especially because the list of things Pierre does do is so long that there's not a thing he can think of right now that would make him react like this. "I came, but like. It took some extra effort."

It's crazy, how he talks about sex so casually. Charles can't even say the word cum without turning purple with embarrassment, and here's Pierre, just blase about having to orgasm while on FaceTime. He hadn't even blinked. "Oh," is all he can muster in reply. The world is just different for the two of them.

Pierre can see it on his face, apparently—the disbelief. "But you did not call me to talk about my day," he murmurs, mouth curving sweetly into that smile Charles likes to pretend is just for him. "How was your day, ma belle?"

Better since you picked up, he wants to say, and almost does. But he can't make this weird for Pierre—not after everything he does for Charles, all the calls he takes and the friendship that he continues to accept despite the strangeness of it. He's watched Charles jerk off to one of his new videos over FaceTime once or twice. Friends don't exactly do that with one another.

"Long," is what he settles on, and Pierre laughs brightly, bursting through his speakers.

"I thought you liked things long, Charlo," he teases, and Charles feels the way his ears just start burning. "Sorry, sorry, bebe, I shouldn't tease."

"It's fine," Charles answers, and is surprised that he means it. It makes this normal, almost. "I don't know, people are stupid and I wanted to talk to someone who, you know. Wasn't."

At that, Pierre's expression shifts ever-so-slightly. "People are stupid," he agrees softly. "In fact, you might be the only not-stupid person I've ever met." He smiles, small at first but slowly growing until it's stretched across his face so genuinely that Charles is breathless from it. He can't imagine knowing Pierre outside of this safe, digital space: he's certain he'd make a fool of himself a thousand times over if he could feel the warmth spilling off the other man in waves.

That fact doesn't stop him from being a fool here and now, though. "Are you doing anything tonight?" Charles blurts the question like he's a kid in class with the answer, and immediately feels the embarrassment of it burn in his cheeks. So obvious in his yearning that he feels like he's being branded with it.

But Pierre's smile is unchanging. "Nope," he responds, popping the 'p' for emphasis. "I have all the time in the world for you, Charles."

[f1crecs]

Fic Rec List - Spooky / Horror

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Carlos/Charles

nsfw: worthy is the lamb (thank you for the price you paid) by @7msc | E | 12.4k Charles and his relationship with Ferrari, and everything that entails. This is such a beautifully written fic - so packed full of metaphors and beautiful imagery, it's awful to read in the absolute best way. Amazing writing!

'Oh, but Charles was sweet and cute and small and didn’t make your teeth hurt when you chewed him — so he giggled a little at the gesture, and it made Carlos’ smile look even bigger.'

Carlos/Lando

nsfw: watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace by @wolfiemcwolferson | E | 12.1k Lando gets a new neighbour - nothing is as it seems. This story is incredible! The world building is fantastic, and the pace and tension building make this a very consuming read. I didn't stop once! I loved this.

'Carlos laughs nervously, as he walks far enough into the apartment to turn around and wait for Lando, hands on his hips. “I think you are just trying to scare me. Perhaps you have orchestrated this to get me into your apartment.”'

Charles/Seb

nsfw: sanctuary by @sunshinesebby | E | 196.4k (ongoing) Charles gets lost in the snow, and is taken in by a strange man. This story is a masterpiece! So beautifully written and paced. I started reading it and couldn't stop. The story is haunting. Gorgeous!

'He was a dead man walking. Soon the mountain would devour and hollow him out too and when it did, he wanted to taste as foul as possible. He wanted it to choke on him.'

Charles/Pierre

Hic Svnt Leones by @cerona10 | M | 32.1k Charles is different to how Pierre remembers him. The world-building in this fic is second to none - it's absolutely stunning! The world feels so full and alive, and it's easy to get completely sucked in. I am in awe at this author's imagination, creativity, and mind!

'His shadow isn’t his own, not anymore. It shakes and shimmers, fighting against its own shape. His shadow’s head twists and breaks before mending itself into that of a horse, neighing and trashing, a single horn jutting out from its forehead. Its jaw unhinges and it begins breathing heavily, drool escaping its mouth like a waterfall.'

nsfw: evocatio by @vicsy | E | 34.7k In a world with Gods and Goddesses, Charles and Pierre get closer. This fic reads like poetry - it is stunning. The imagery used is so vivid and colourful, and the angst is delicious. Loved it!

'Through the continuous noise, Charles can almost make out words that aren’t meant for him to be heard. It’s a language he doesn’t recognize, can’t discern a single word, a sudden voice booming like a gong.'

Multiple Pairings

nsfw: F1 Supernatural Series by fluffybeet | M - E | 176k (ongoing) Daniel/Max, Charles/Pierre, Carlos/Lando, Alex/George, Lewis/Seb The Grid, with a supernatural twist. This is such a fantastically written story - the world-building is amazing, the suspense and tension is incredible, and the characterisation is some of my favourite!

The shadows up ahead shifted, just enough for the uneasiness to creep in, but still so little that he wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

[singsweetmelodies]

WIP Game

RULES: Post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by @river-ocean, @pinkierre, @chipsandnuggets and @softiecharlie - thank you so much, loves! i adore WIP title games like this one 😍😁😍

... it must also be said, though, that i have a bit of a problem with creating way too many WIPs. just, you know. a bit of a problem. (shoutout to my incredibly long-suffering friend & fic manager, AKA the ever-wonderful @dm3rv 💕😘) anyways, SO. this time, i'm setting myself the following parameters: the WIP must have been edited at least once within the last month or so, and it must be at least 500 words long in order to count for this challenge. 🫡

now that that's out of the way -- let's do it :DD

love's a game, wanna play

word count: 32567

last modified: 31 Mar

pierresteban sex pollen

word count: 2252

last modified: 27 Mar

THE NEW 2023 PROJECT

(also affectionately known as "2023 kisses")

word count: 1538

last modified: today

piarles teammates fuck for a challenge

word count: 1091

last modified: 29 Mar

you can hear it in the silence

word count: 1065

last modified: 26 Mar

pierre chris evans himself

word count: 922

last modified: 21 Mar

oscar/arthur

word count: 881

last modified: 19 Mar

galex kiss dare

word count: 656

last modified: 31 Mar

piarlos D/s

word count: 563

last modified: 26 Mar

(as you can tell, i was not joking when i said i have a WIP problem.) anyway! :D 🫶 i'm tagging @hourcat, @effervescentdragon, @welightitup, @cerona10, @your-littlesecret, and anyone else who feels like giving this a go & hasn't been tagged yet <333

[cerona10]

oooohhhh! could you tell me a bit more about Lord/knight AU Piarles, please? 👀👀😍

Katie, my dear! This one is brought about by the devastation that is brought about by this post: https://www.tumblr.com/cerona10/713107070132666368/inkstaindusk-inkstaindusk-inkstaindusk?source=share

This one is still in it's earliest stages, but I think I already have the basic premise I want to go down on:

Pierre is satisfied with what they have, for the most part.

He knows he can never have Charles in the way that he wants, but he also knows that he's overstepped his station enough as it is. For the son of a stablehand like him to become a knight, much less a sworn sword, is unheard of, to ask for his lord's hand in marriage is the height of foolishness.

So he satisfies himself with what little he can get, lingering glances, a brush of the hand, a stolen kiss when no one is looking. Pierre is Charles's knight and sworn sword, and he will stand beside his lord until his dying days.

But he also knows that what they have is fleeting. One day, Charles must fulfil his duties as a son of House Leclerc and marry the lord of another noble house, and Pierre know that Charles is too dutiful to allow an affair with his knight to jeapordize that. Pierre like to think that he's prepared for that day, and he sincerely hopes that he isn't lying to himself.

And yet that day comes too soon when a war looms on the horizon and House Leclerc's situation grows dire. To secure his house's future, Lord Lorenzo Leclerc has decreed that Charles is to be wed to Lord Carlos of House Sainz.

[chaesonghwas]

nine people you'd like to know better

tysm darling @duquesademiel for the tag!! 💖💖

last song: pancakes for dinner - lizzy mcalpine🥹 (v good for a rainy day like today)

currently watching: s5 of dts (lmao i'm behind) and fight for my way

current obsession: f1 in general ig? also making fancy lattes for myself lmao

currently reading: i started reading though the bridgerton books as a joke w a friend and now i'm having fun tbh. loads of fic as well!!

tagging: @your-littlesecret @cerona10 @leclercenjoyer @wolfiemcwolferson and anyone else that wants to do ittt

[hourcat]

Piarles + 6 ("Are you jealous?") 🙏

It's not like he's expecting all that much on a race weekend, of all things. Pierre knows that every team's media responsibilities are different, and that Ferrari especially thrives off of the content it's putting out between race weekends. He's been training himself not to be bothered by it...or, at the very least, trying his damnedest.

It's been getting harder, lately, considering Carlos' driving has been infuriating Pierre for the better half of this year so far and Charles still giggles and laughs along with him whenever they're in front of Josh's work phone.

Josh, of all people! Pierre's friend. He'd never wish anything bad on him, truly, but the little jealous creature that is permanently entrenched deep in his gut wishes he'd never left AlphaTauri. He'd been good at playing up the heavy bromance between himself and Yuki back in the day, which will only mean it will work just as well with Charles and Carlos. It's a nauseating thought.

But he's trying not to have it. It's especially difficult this weekend, because Monza is so steeped in Ferrari lore that there's no way Pierre is going to escape without being forced to witness some god-awful onslaught of red teammate shenanigans on his Instagram feed, but he is trying. It's what has him clenching his fist as he walks through the motorhome lot, the water bottle in his other hand getting the white-knuckling treatment as he thinks about how he is not thinking about Charles getting too close to Carlos to make the tifosi happy. "It is only a weekend," he mumbles aloud like he's actually going to listen to himself. It's only a weekend, and Jack had texted him earlier in the week that the two of them will be doing some TikTok trend because Esteban is too busy to have fun or whatever. He'll survive.

And then he hears a bright peal of laughter as he's walking by the alley between the Ferrari and McLaren motorhomes, and his confidence in that statement wanes dramatically. When he turns towards the sound, Pierre is greeted with the sight of Carlos fucking Sainz leaned onto Charles, tickling him as someone not named Josh films the two of them for some stupid challenge. He's almost chest-to-back with him, one arm hooked around his waist, and oh Pierre is seeing red. Is there a color beyond red for this? If there is, he's being swallowed up in it. Charles lifts his head at the perfect moment, mouth open wide and giggling as he seems to register Pierre's presence. His eyes are sparkling with joy.

Pierre doesn't even have the wherewithal to wave. With a noise that feels like it's been clawed from deep in his chest, he stalks off the rest of the way to Alpine's setup, anger boiling in his blood and filling his ears from what he'd just seen. There is no personal space between them, he thinks hotly, there is never any fucking space. He's rationalized instances like this before, and he will again, but the sight of Carlos pressed so intimately against Charles is burned into his retinas right now. He swings his driver's room door open and then slams it shut. Ben asks him if he's alright through the door and Pierre barely manages an I'm fine before he throws himself onto the couch like a child having a tantrum. "Fucking Monza," he mutters to the empty room. Like he didn't win here once upon a time. Like he doesn't love Italy with his whole heart.

Truthfully, Pierre doesn't know how much time he's actually spent coiled up in anger when the knock at his door breaks the silence. "Pierrot," Charles' voice is sweet and concerned, which means Pierre doesn't stand a chance against him right now. He sighs and sags further into the couch.

"Come in, Charles," he answers. The door clicks open immediately and Charles doesn't even bother waiting for it to swing shut again before he's clambering onto the couch, wrapping his arms around Pierre's shoulders to deliver a wet kiss to his cheek. The wildfire of rage in him cools off a little.

"Hi," Charles murmurs, nose smushed against the line of Pierre's beard. His mouth is warm. Pierre wants nothing more than to tug him into his lap and kiss him senseless--kiss him until he forgets his teammate, his team, his purpose here in the first place.

Instead, he sighs. "Hi," he responds, trying to keep from sounding too despondent. "What are you doing here, calamar?"

Charles peels back to raise his eyebrows. "What do you mean," he says flatly. "I did just witness you storm off like you were going to commit a murder, Pierre. Was I not supposed to come make sure you were not in trouble?" His mouth is quirked in a little smile, but his eyes hold a glint of concern that makes Pierre feel a little guilty.

"I'm fine," he replies. But it sounds flimsy to his own ears, and Charles snorts and shakes his head. "Don't worry about me, Charles. I'm alright. Nothing is wrong." He tries to pull Charles into his lap, now, but Charles is firmly settled into Pierre's side right now, and is apparently using all of his toned muscle to stay there.

"You're a terrible liar," he mumbles. "You can tell me any--" but then he cuts off, inhaling sharply all of a sudden, and Pierre swallows because this is exactly what he does when he figures out how exactly to read the mood. "Are you jealous?"

He sounds so incredulous that Pierre can't help the flush that colors his cheeks. "No," he lies. Charles tuts softly and grabs at Pierre's jaw, tilting his head so that they're now facing one another properly. He can't hide this for long.

"You are a terrible liar," Charles repeats, voice even quieter. "Pierre, I don't--you have nothing to be jealous over, Carlos is my teammate. I have to do this with him. We are a brand, no matter how much I don't like it." He wrinkles his nose. "You know I only love you."

Pierre does. Hearing Charles say it out loud again makes him blush even more, embarrassment putting more and more of his heated feelings out. He does know Charles loves him and him alone, and he does know that it's all Ferrari mandates and propagandas, but...

"Charlie," he murmurs. "I'm sorry. I know." When he tugs at Charles again, this time, he's rewarded: the Monegasque hums softly and goes along with it, settles in Pierre's lap like a weighted blanket and drapes his arms over Pierre's shoulders. The expression on his face is loving and knowing and nonplussed all at once.

"I know you are not his biggest fan," he hums. "And you know I am mad at him for what he has done to you this season. But I can't avoid him, mon petit." Charles rubs a gentle hand against Pierre's chest. "Please don't be upset. Please?" He's giving Pierre the big doe eyes that always, always work on him. Damn his boyfriend for knowing him so well.

He swallows, then reaches up to rest his hand against Charles' cheek. "I won't be," he answers. Then: "I will try my hardest, Charlie. For you."

Charles' face breaks into a grin. "For me," he echoes. "Thank you, mon petit." He swoops in for a kiss--chaste, quick, warm. Pierre wants to keep him trapped in his arms all day long. "I love you." Their noses bump. Pierre sighs, then leans in again for another kiss. (He can't help it. Habit.)

"And I love you."

[hourcat]

Phoebe Hourcat, I come to your ask box seeking wisdom.

Is this just how NFL pants are? Giving the illusion of being see-through so that their white undies are on display? Is this the america you live in? 🤨

(okay but i am not insane you see it too right? RIGHT?)

KDBJSNDKDMDKDMD oh my god. cerona you're not insane at all. nfl pants often leave nothing to imagination....❤️ at least when they're white!

sometimes it's hidden better with the pads but sometimes.....yeah 👁️👁️ theyre form fitting and american football men have some fantastic asses!

[hourcat]

Just write them defiling that couch after everyone leaves it'll be way better.

the way this crossed my mind already.... :/

[hourcat]

'Being able to write for all Charles ships' is going to be a skill requirement for the Ferrari social media manager job soon enough. 😭

KEHDKDNDKENSHDBRKDK

devastating. yeah no this is it 💔

[f1crecs]

7+9 (and then Please cure us with 10)

thank you for your ask! 🤍

2023 fic rec ask game 💕

7. line from a fic that has haunted me answered by @lydia-petze:

'Pierre closes his eyes and lets out a shuddering breath. When he opens them again, there’s a wetness there that Charles wishes he can wipe away. “And what if I say that standing by your side is my dream? That being with you is what makes me happy?”' - From Hic Svnt Leones by @cerona10

9. a fic that made you cry answered by @maaxverstappen:

phantoms and pencil marks by @chubbydino (m,49k,charles/pierre). This amnesia au broke my heart and quite literally left me sobbing on a plane in economy :’). It’s so well written and makes you feel all the emotions that Charles and Pierre feel in their journey to heal. This is also some top tier Charles characterisation that all other Charles have to go up against.

10. a fic that made you laugh answered by @boxboxbrioche:

mon voisin by @supermaks is a daniel/max fic that cracks me up every time. this author has SUCH good comedic timing. when max is chasing the cat around the room--- I cried the first time I read that part. SO GOOD.