#charlos oneshot

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Hey! I love your writing sm

could you pls do an f1 soulmate au with charles x carlos?

maybe whatever a person writes on themselves shows up on their soulmate so they write each other cute 'good luck' notes or jokes before races and maybe they realize they're soulmates when one of them gets a podium and the other person sees their drawings :)

i understand that you wanted this to be cute. however have you considered that they could be insane instead. have you considered that there could be mind games, bestie. think about the mental warfare (i am)

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Carlos Sainz believes that his secrets come out the fastest when he’s drinking. Doesn’t even have to be alcohol, his favorite ruiner of silence– he’s let out contract details and personal opinions just as freely with isotonic water after a race as with a shot someone hands him two hours into a post-race celebration. It’s easy to let your guard down when you think you’re with a friend, when the stakes don’t seem high, when he knows better but doesn’t want to admit it.

That’s why he feels a rippling wave of panic when he sees Charles walking across the Ferrari hospitality, two cups of coffee in his hands. Charles sits down at an empty table for two, places one cup in front of himself and one at the empty chair, and looks pointedly at Carlos. Carlos thinks to himself, this can’t be good, and mentally reminds himself to book an appointment with PR sooner rather than later.

He takes the seat. Some things, you can’t fight. Charles still smiles anyway, pleased, and says, “I got you coffee.”

Carlos had noticed this, surprisingly. It was difficult to ignore. “You’re being nice,” he remarks, blowing into the hole on the lid to cool down the liquid inside.

“I am nice,” Charles protests. His accent comes out more when he’s unhappy, it makes the syllables bunch up together like pleats of fabric.

Carlos arches a brow, and takes a sip of his coffee instead of answering. Scuderia Ferrari loves to claim that they adore the art of coffee just as much as their mother country, but every time Carlos gets coffee from hospitality it’s either flavorless or burnt, depending on who serves it. Charles’ attempt isn’t terrible, but he doubts Charles did anything more to prepare it than just put in an order. It’s a nice gesture, though. Just like Charles said.

When he looks up and the steam properly clears from his vision, Charles is still pouting at him. Carlos shakes his head, smiling to himself. He makes it so easy sometimes, to mess with his head. It’s kind of fun. Poker, but with a far prettier deck of cards. 

“Alright, fine,” he relents, grinning so Charles knows he’s in on the joke, “I’m just teasing. No need to get mad, cabrón.”

“I’m not mad,” Charles says, a hint of a smile on his face although he stubbornly tries to shake it, “just interested in defending my honor.”

“Your honor?” Carlos asks, laughing in earnest. “So lord-esque, that is what I have been telling you. Of course Lord Perceval would defend his honor.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “You can deal with my honor, mate. I got you coffee.”

“And I am grateful for it every time you bring it up,” Carlos says, and takes a sip to prove it.

Charles does the same, but his eyes remain on Carlos the whole time. “So? Is it true what they’re saying?”

Carlos wants more than coffee for a conversation that starts out like this. “Who’s saying what?”

Charles gestures vaguely towards his phone. “Everybody. They say you’re going to leave Ferrari when your contract expires.”

Ah. That. “People love rumors,” he says absentmindedly, “I never thought you’d pay attention to them.”

“I don’t usually, but I was interested in this one,” Charles admits. “You’d tell me if you were leaving, right?”

“I’m not leaving,” Carlos says.

Charles sets down his cup. “But you’d tell me, right?”

“I would,” Carlos says. Pauses. Starts again. “What’s gotten into you, man? I never took you for someone to fall for theories like this.”

Charles shakes his head a little too quickly. “I’m not. They just seemed to believe it.” 

Carlos shrugs. “They believe a lot. My contract doesn’t expire until next year. They won’t worry about me for a while.”

“Should I?” Charles asks. “Worry about you, I mean.”

Carlos looks at him, really looks at him. The tense grip of his teammate’s hands around his coffee, even despite the heat still emanating through the cup. The furtive glances he keeps sneaking towards Carlos, then abruptly looking at the cup again when he gets caught.

“I’m not going,” Carlos says gently. More gently than he’d answer any interviewer, anyway.

Charles nods quickly, his head bobbing like a doll on a string. “Of course. Besides, I have too much interest for you to leave yet. Not until we figure out your, ah–” A pause. Delicate, but not at all from a polite inclination, no matter how it might seem to any outsider.

Carlos groans, exasperated. “My soulmate? My God, Charles, you have to give this up at some point.”

If it were not enough to have an overly inquisitive teammate, one that’s rather good at using his eyes and smile to get what he wanted, Carlos has been cursed with a racing partner that’s unnaturally interested in his missing other half. Carlos himself wants to figure out who his soulmate is, obviously, but at this point he thinks Charles is even more invested.

They all have soulmates. Supposedly. There’s probably at least a couple people out there who skipped that universal drawing of lots, but Carlos knows for certain that he is not one of them because his soulmate contacts him almost every day. Some people go weeks or even months without finding so much as a scribble appearing out of thin air on their skin, but Carlos blinks and there’s a new sentence on his forearm, bruising his knuckles, curling around his ankle. Whoever his soulmate is, they don’t care much for being ignored.

Neither does his teammate. Charles huffs out an exasperated breath. “If you will not be curious, I will be curious for you. You’re always so cagey about it, anyway. I know they write to you. Don’t you want to know?”

“Of course I want to know who they are,” Carlos scoffs. “What I don’t get is why you want to know. Why don’t you focus on your own other half for a change?”

Charles just leans back in his chair, grinning coolly. Ah, yes. Carlos has suspected for some time that Charles already has an idea as to who his soulmate is, but for some reason Carlos has never seen her around the paddock. It could be that Charles is just keeping their relationship private, but he doubts it. Charles likes his trophies visible and his games extensive. More likely than not, Charles has his soulmate engaged in some kind of cat-and-mouse game so they figure it out without too much help on his end. It’s hellishly manipulative, but he’s charming enough that they all let it slide.

Even Carlos, although he at least tries to put up a fight. Sometimes, he thinks Charles is amusingly aware of that, and doubles down on his efforts to get Carlos to cave until both of them are locked in some sort of affectionate stalemate.

“You shouldn’t worry so much,” Charles hums, pleased that he’s got the other hand. “I mean,” he says, leaning forward abruptly to seize Carlos’ hand in his own, “Don’t you want to know about yours? Aren’t you curious?”

Whoever sat at their table before them left a Sharpie behind by accident; Charles picks it up now, uncapping it with the same hand without letting go of Carlos. “You could just ask them right now, who they are,” Charles muses. The tip of the Sharpie hovers millimeters above the curve of Carlos’ palm, waiting. 

Carlos stares at the black ink. It’s easier to focus on the skin when he mumbles, “They wouldn’t answer.”

You’re not supposed to. Unspoken rules. He’s never liked that sort of thing, and neither has Charles, who knows this and smiles unkindly anyway. “You don’t know that.”

“Don’t I?” Carlos asks, mostly to himself. Charles doesn’t appear to hear him. The Sharpie dips lower until it touches Carlos’ skin. Immediately, the black ink flowers into his palm. Carlos waits for Charles to keep writing, to scrawl a question like who are you or can I fly you to a Grand Prix paddock, asap but instead Charles flinches, slams the palm of his own hand down towards the table, and covers up the pen again.

“Maybe you should do it yourself,” Charles mutters by way of explanation.

“Maybe,” Carlos says. He’s not sure if he’s agreeing or not. It would be easier, he thinks, to have Charles take the wheel again. It would also hurt more. Carlos caps the pen when it becomes obvious that Charles will not. “Drink your coffee,” he says. “It’ll get cold.”

Charles does as told, which is sort of surprising. Usually, he likes pushing the envelope until someone tells him to quit it. It appears to Carlos, though, that they have reached an unspoken limit, a line drawn out in black Sharpie on tanned skin that will not be crossed again.

A few minutes pass. They’re both quiet. Charles whispers into the condensation of his cup, “You’re not leaving, though, right?”

Carlos smiles. “I’m not.” Contracts change, obviously, but he’ll try to fight it. They all try.

They leave not long afterwards, race week means that they don’t have a lot of time to sit around. There’s always something to be filmed for media duties, an interview to conduct, checks to run through with engineers. Still, Carlos is somehow calmer than he was before, even despite the additional caffeine.

Charles, by contrast, seems jumpier than usual as they head towards the exit.

“Did you enjoy your coffee?” Carlos asks pointedly. 

 Charles glances quickly over both shoulders, then groans when he’s sure that no one can overhear him. “No, God. It’s terrible.”

Carlos chuckles. “But you went to so much trouble to get it. Surely you can pretend it’s more than just terrible. You drank, like, all of it.”

Charles gives him an appraising look. “It’s better with someone else.”

It occurs to Carlos, as he walks back to his driver’s room, that they may not just have been talking about coffee after all. He’s stopped by one of his PR advisors on the way back– apparently there’s a new TikTok trend that would be just great for him to do– and although he doesn’t feel that shaken, he must look it, because they only get halfway through a discussion of trending sounds before the agent asks if everything is alright.

Carlos scoffs. “Of course I’m alright.”

The agent arches a brow. “Are you sure? You look a little unsettled. Don’t tell me you were talking to George about track times again, he has that effect on everyone before qualis.”

Carlos shakes his head. “No, I didn’t see him. I was speaking with Charles, though, about nothing in particular. Just coffee and soulmates and stuff.” Unable to stop himself, he leans a little closer, drops his voice until it’s more of a whisper. “He’s found his soulmate, hasn’t he? She’s got to be around here somewhere.”

His PR agent, surprisingly, shakes their head. “No, he’s said nothing about it to us, and we’ve asked loads of times. Are you certain that they’re a she, though? That wasn’t the impression I got.”

Carlos stands utterly still. He thinks his blood may have cooled in his veins, congealing into a solid. He is not sure he could move if he tried. “Charles told you that?”

“Once,” the agent says offhandedly. “He got sick of us asking about his mystery woman. I don’t think he meant to let it slip, but you know how he is with secrets.”

They’re laughing at that. Carlos tries to chuckle along with him, but he can’t really do more than nod, because now he’s thinking about Charles’ soulmate being a man. It’s the driver in him, he supposes, the dreamer, that if he can imagine any scenario he would also imagine himself in it, and so it follows that now Carlos cannot stop thinking about the man on the other side of Charles’ heart being him, being Carlos. The picture fits a little too well. 

Carlos had never pictured his soulmate and thought of a man, but sometimes he’ll be up on the podium with Charles, champagne high and bright in the air, and he thinks maybe– maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing, not having a girl like that. He already knows what it’s like, anyway, to be at the top of the world and have another man standing there with him. If God did not intend for us to be with someone of the same sex, then why would He make it feel so natural?

Carlos somehow manages to end the conversation, to slip back into the relative safety of his driver’s room and lean his entire body weight against the door. He stares up at the ceiling, hands fisting the red fabric of his Ferrari jacket at his sides, and he lets himself, for the first time, wonder if his soulmate might not be a man as well. Anything Charles can do, Carlos can too, or so the commentators have started to say. Anyone Charles could love, Carlos could too. Anything his would be theirs. 

It is a risky thought. Pessimists will tell you that soulmates are good for nothing but getting your hopes up. Carlos does not know who his soulmate is nor, odds are, will he ever. It does no good to think about what he wants until he already has it. 

Later that day, Carlos tells his soulmate in non-descript block letters, All things must end. He caps the pen and covers his hand for the rest of the day. He sees Charles some hours later, looking pale and frightened. Carlos cannot, will not, imagine why.

He tries to push it from his mind. They are not hiding in Ferrari hospitality for the thrill of it, after all, but to prepare for the race ahead. Qualifying comes and goes, nothing to write home about but at least they should be decently in the points. One of them might be able to make it to a podium if they can give Lando Norris the slip. The best case scenario is that Checo will bin it so they could get a 1-2, but who knows if they’ll have any semblance of luck today.

Carlos qualified one position ahead of Charles. Fred Vasseur is already starting to eye him like a lamb to the slaughter, and Carlos makes a mental reminder to continually ask his engineer for Charles’ times during the race. He has a feeling that team orders might be given.

Strangely enough, it doesn’t make Carlos angry towards Charles as much as he thinks it should. He is irritated by Ferrari, of course, for picking one driver over another, but that’s expected in any given scenario in which the cars are swapped. Usually, though, that sort of thing happens enough times that you start directing your ire towards the other driver, but Carlos cannot manage that. In fact, he never has. Hating Charles is unthinkable. It would be easier to hate himself. Right?

Getting ready in his driver’s room before the race that Sunday, Carlos is struck by a sudden, unthinkable idea. He rummages around in his belongings for a while before coming up with a pen. Dark, thick, the kind you use for autographs when the hapless fan forgets to bring a writing implement of their own. Carlos uncaps it, stares at his skin, then starts to scribble. Words, underlined, circled. Do well. Good luck. Please.

He doesn’t know if– but he could, maybe, if he saw. Carlos loses himself in a frenzy, then snaps out of it just as quickly when his palms get covered in writing. The sound of footsteps outside his door makes him flinch, and he tugs on his gloves as fast as he can, smearing the ink even more than before. It doesn’t matter. Odds are nothing will come of this anyway.

The race goes as expected. Checo does not crash, much to the chagrin of all other teams, and Carlos gets stuck behind him long enough that they start talking about switching him with Charles, which happens around lap forty. When the checkered flag waves, Charles is third, Carlos fourth. He parks quickly and hurries over to the front. By the time he gets there, Charles has already withdrawn inside the cooldown room but Carlos can shoulder in with the other Ferrari crew and shout and slap each other on the back and that’s good, too, it really is.

He will tell himself that it is. Carlos, by now, has gone to a lot of teams and learned about a lot of strategy choices. He knows how to convince himself that something is fine, that the decisions of the team are ones he agrees with. He can idle with the crew and stare up at the podium with a fixed smile on his face, because Carlos is a Good Teammate and Good Teammates show up for each other. They accept team orders when they come their way. They do not stand in the shade of someone else’s idol and think, this isn’t fair.

Of course it isn’t fair, it’s motorsport. Charles is the one they love the most, even when he’s erratic and crashes every other race. Charles is the pretty boy, the golden one, Il Predestinato. Carlos is merely his father’ son. 

Charles, who figured out the whole game of soulmates months before. He guessed, at least. Told that to Carlos one night, grinning, drunk, spiraling after another lost podium. Charles had waited with wide eyes and a frozen smile as if waiting for Carlos to put something together, but the other shoe never dropped and eventually the moment ended, both of them pulled apart by other friends, downing other drinks, pretending they never existed. 

Carlos thinks of it now. He watches Charles emerge from the shadows of the space behind the podium to stand in the blinding sunlight, waving down at all of them. One of the mechanics is elbowing him in the side, speaking in that low voice they all get when they do the boy’s club talk, you know, someone’s soulmate likes him well enough, obviously, and Carlos has no idea what he’s talking about until he looks up and sees. Sees Charles, his palms dark with ink. From up here, it’s too small to see what is written. The Catholic boy in him thinks stigmata which is wrong, obviously, because there is no great divine mystery here, not when Carlos knows what happened.

Not when Carlos was the one to write all of it earlier that day. He’d almost forgotten during the course of the race, but it all comes flooding back now. That’s his ink on Charles’ hands, and that means– That means Charles is his soulmate. Always has been. Always will be.

Carlos stares up at him. Charles looks down, and although he’s been grinning with victory this whole time, the smile that slides onto his face upon seeing his teammate is different than before, it’s knowing. Charles knows that Carlos has figured it out at last. He’s been waiting for him to do it all this time.

It’s almost obscene, how close Charles must have come to telling him about a thousand times. Who would risk it like that? No one. Charles would. Carlos pictures him with the Sharpie earlier that week, black tip poised above his skin. How he’d caught himself before giving himself up. Perfect timing, a driver’s reflexes. Like managing to right yourself right before sending your car into the wall. Or, better, like doing it anyway. Like accelerating before you go. Like leaving your hands on the wheel so your wrists can break, too, not just your heart. 

Yes, Charles would. Charles Leclerc would. Charles, so impatient for his first championship that he’d give up his current chance by overshooting every corner, by doing too much until he ends up in the wall time and time again. This is the man who would expose his soulmate like a throat to a knife, and Carlos has known this about him for years.

The Ferrari section of the paddock is insane after getting a podium, so no one notices when Carlos fights his way through the crowds to let himself into Charles’ driver’s room. It’s empty when he arrives, Charles must have many more people to get through, so he paces relentlessly back and forth until Charles shows up.

Charles bursts through the door, still talking to someone down the hall. His exuberance crashes to a halt the second he sees Carlos waiting, and he hurriedly tells whoever is there not to wait up. Charles carefully closes the door behind him, locks it too, and then it’s just the two of them and this great and all encompassing secret for company. 

Charles swallows. “You know.”

Of course he does. Friends show up at each other’s driver’s rooms all the time, but this isn’t just on the order of congratulations for a good race result. They would not be hovering on the edge of this great precipice if it was just that. 

“You knew earlier,” Carlos challenges. 

Charles ducks his head in a nod. “I did.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” Carlos asks. 

Charles’ gaze is shifty, it flicks from ceiling to floor to walls, anywhere but Carlos himself. Charles has always been a daredevil for the risks, but he’s never had the stomach for what becomes of them. The consequences are always a thousand times worse than the actions. 

“I didn’t think you would want it. Want me,” he corrects, almost whispering. 

This is so absurd that Carlos almost wants to laugh. Almost, because the look on Charles’ face is so pitiful that he can’t even smile. “Why wouldn’t I?” Carlos asks. 

Charles blinks in surprise. “Because you were never even that interested in finding out who your soulmate was, mate. Always said it would just be some girl you didn’t know. I didn’t want to see your face when you realized you didn’t even get some girl but me.”

“I didn’t want to look too much into my soulmate because I was afraid it wouldn’t be you,” Carlos says in a rush, and as he admits it he knows it’s true. 

How could it be anything but that? Carlos could have picked any team, but he went here. A hardheaded (formerly red) bull chasing not just the scarlet flag but the matador himself. Charles, all along. 

Charles’ eyes are wide, lashes darker even than the ink still staining his palms. “So you’re not mad, then?” He asks cautiously. 

“Not mad and not leaving,” Carlos reiterates. 

A ghost of a smile flickers over Charles’ lips. “You cannot blame me for wanting to be sure, I didn’t want you to go until I managed to tell you.”

“You certainly took your time about it,” Carlos comments. 

Charles rolls his eyes. “Just because we are racers does not mean we have to do everything fast, Carlos. Be patient.”

Carlos arches a brow. “You are telling me that?”

Charles has the grace to look at least a little ashamed. “Yes. Well. I can be patient now.”

Of course he can. They both can. Most people spend their entire lives searching for the answer to a question that is no longer a mystery to either of them. Time is all they have, time and sweet-sticky champagne and the sensation of being at the top of the world. Nothing will change them. Everything will. For once, though, the change does not scare him. It’s not bad, all of the time. 

Sometimes, it brings him Charles. Sometimes, it brings him this. No, not bad in the slightest. 

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The Kiss Bet part 2 (Charlos One Shot)

The Kiss Bet (Charlos)

summary: Carlos and Charles rush off to their hotel after discovering their mutual feelings for each other.

a/n: Thinking of doing some more with these two, let me know how y'all like it!

w/c: 1.4k

warnings/contents: smut, degrading, leg-riding, bl*w j*b, hair pulling,

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When Carlos and Charles get back to the hotel they can’t get each other's clothes off fast enough. It took everything in Charles not to pull the car over right then and there and let Carlos have it on the side of the road. They showed enough restraint for the past 3 years they’ve been partners, now it was time to let loose.

Carlos barely makes it into the room before Charles pounces on him. His wild fingers tracing the sides of Carlos’ body, pulling his shirt up in one swift movement. Carlos closes the hotel room door with his foot and lifts his arms up for Charles letting the cotton tee breeze over his head. His nipples were already erect and that only made Charles smirk. He traced his finger around the swollen nub and watched eagerly as Carlos moaned. 

“Oh God, sigue así.[keep going]” Carlos groaned. Charles smirked as the little spanish he knew was coming in handy. 

Carlos met his lips with Charles’. It was frenzied, passionate, it was everything. Charles opened his mouth, letting Carlos explore and he took full advantage of his access. Carlos swirled his tongue around Charles’, mixing their hot saliva together. Carlos pulled away letting the clear liquid come out of their mouths and onto Charles’ chin. Carlos leaned in again and licked it off of Charles, stopping to suck Charles’ lower lip. He bit it slightly, sending a wave of pleasure through Charles and Carlos could feel it. 

Carlos wanted, no, Carlos needed to see all of Charles, so we promptly removed his tee shirt too leaving his pale chest out on display. His beautiful chest beckoned for Carlos’ attention and he quickly began planting kisses along his collar bone, working his way down to Charles’ nipples. When he finally got there he sucked on them, making sure not to overstimulate them. Charles quickly felt his pants grow tighter as blood rushed towards his erection. His stomach was fluttering as Carlos flicked and nibbled.

“Carlos~” Charles moaned out Carlos’ name making Carlos feel buzzed. Charles’ voice drove Carlos wild and to hear his name uttered with complete pleasure was like heroine for him. 

Carlos looked up at Charles from his chest with his big brown eyes. Charles could get lost in them for days. There was a certain sadness in them that just made Charles want to be there, to hold him, to love him. Tonight Charles was going to make Carlos feel good, like he’s always wanted to. While still looking at Charles, Carlos slowly slid his hand across Charles’ stomach and under the waistband of his pants. His warm touch made Charles shudder. Carlos finds his prize and rubs lightly on Charles' hardened cock, knowing it would feel so much better in his mouth. 

“Take them off.” Charles said, looking down at Carlos, who wasted no time removing his pants. His hands expertly unzipped the black jeans that hugged Charles in all the right ways and he pulled them down with such force, Charles’ briefs came off too, leaving his length on full display. Carlos let out a gasp at the size of him, making Charles let out a throaty laugh. Charles took Carlos’ chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing him back to his feet. 

“Kiss me.” Charles commanded and Carlos obeyed, opening his mouth for Charles. This time Charles took control, finding Carlos’ neck to be a good resting place for his right hand and the outside of Carlos jeans a good place for his left. Carlos moaned loudly into Charles mouth as Charles stroked him, his own erection growing. Precum seeped from the tips of Charles dick, begging Carlos to lap it up like a little mutt seeing a puddle of water on a hot day. Desperate and dirty. 

Carlos’ hands had been making their mark on Charles’ back, but he decided it was time to take hold of what he really wanted. He broke away from the kiss and quickly dropped to his knees in front of Charles. 

“Let me take care of you.” Carlos purred as he took Charles in his hands. His neck fell back in pleasure and Carlos swirled his thumb across the tip. 

“Oh~” Charles moaned. “Oh, fuck~” His curse came out in a low groan with an extra emphasis on the -uck. Carlos’ own erection only grew listening to the sinful noises Chalres was making. Carlos spread around the precum that drips over Charles cock and began pumping up and down before finally placing his watering mouth over the tip. He licked Charles from his tip all the way down to his balls, never breaking eye contact. Charles' hand worked its way into the black strand atop Carlos’ head. The smooth locks of hair feeling so perfect on his skin as a fire erupted across his body. Never in his life had Charles felt the need to cum so fast. 

“Did you shave just for me?” Carlos asked before sucking or Charles perfectly bare balls while he continued pumping Charles in his hand. 

“Yes.” Charles breathlessly admitted and Carlos' eyes went wide. “If I won the bet you had to do what you're doing right now, but if you won the bet, it would have been me on my knees right now.” Charles said feeling powerful. The thought of Charles wanting to fuck Carlos all night only turned him on even more. Surely a stain would be starting to form in the front of Carlos’ pants where his precum was seeping through.

Carlos brought Charles back into his mouth and swirled his dick around his tongue, the sudden contact had Charles lurching forward forcing his dick farther into Carlos’ throat, but he took it because he loved it. He loved the taste of Charles dick. 

Carlos switched his position now so that he could create some sort of friction between his cock and his own leg. Charles noticed this and pulled Carlos onto his foot. 

“Ride my leg like the desperate little slut that you are.” Carlos hummed at his words. He never knew how much he liked being degraded until now. It was hot how hard it got Charles when he was in control. And there was something so freeing about giving it all up. 

Carlos obeyed Charles and humped his leg, pushing his cock against the strong calf of Charles. Carlos moaned in pleasure, sounding like he just discovered what sex is for the first time. 

“Oh Charles!” Carlos cried out. His tip started to poke out of his pants and Charles smiled at the glistening head. Carlos timed his head bobs in motion with his grinding. Every time he went up on Charles' leg, Charles’ dick went farther into his mouth. Carlos’ own pleasure was causing him to moan more and more and the vibrations sent through Charles’ cock were too much.

“Oh God- oh fuck Carlos- oh, oh, ahh~” Charle moans out as he cums, gripping Carlos hair tightly, sending a course of pleasure filled pains through Carlos body. Carlos swallowed Charles' load and it came, keeping in rhythm with the twitching or Charles hard length. 

“No pares.[don’t stop]” Charles said in a husky voice to Carlos and he quickened his pace. 

“I love when you speak Spanish to me mon amor.” Carlos gripped Charles' ass as he rode his leg. He hit the right spot over and over again, leading Carlos to see stars. The swell of his climax began building and he shut his eyes tighter and tighter. “Ungh~” Carlos moaned as he kept looking up at Charles who was now giving words of encouragement.

“You look so sexy humping my leg like that. All turned on for me. Desperate and horny. Me encanta cómo te sientes.[i love how you feel]” Carlos felt the itch inside him begin to be scratched as all he had been building towards came crashing around him. He panted as his humps became sporadic, even using his hand for more until eventually he came. His hot cum shot onto Charles leg and Carlos laid limp on top of him. Charles pulled Carlos off the floor and kissed his tear stained cheek, a product of the blowjob he had just given. 

“You did so well baby.” Charles praised Carlos' hard work and Carlos kissed him back.

After cleaning each other up they both walked over to the bed and got under the covers naked. There was nothing sexual about it though. They simply loved the feeling of holding each other in their most bare form. It was pure love. As they laid in each other’s arms they had never felt so at peace. Carlos stroked Charles’ hair as he drifted off to sleep.

“Next time we make a bet, the winner gets to fuck the other one.” Carlos whispered in Charles’ ear and he looked up eagerly. 

“You’re on.”

[monux-m00nl19ht]

down with a cold

summary: Charles being worried and taking care of a sick Carlos

pairing: Charlos

[see end for notes.]

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“Charles! Charles mate!” Lando came over, trying to gain Charles attention.

“Hey, ‘sup man, good job out there,” Charles greeted back.

“Well, thanks man, but I have something to tell you,” Lando cried suddenly switching to a more serious tone.

‘What could it possibly be, seems pretty serious,’ Charles thought

“It’s about Carlos,” Lando stated.

‘It is a serious matter indeed’

“I’m all ears, everything ok?” Charles questioned,

“Not really, man, I was talking to him after the race and he seem, well odd, it’s just looked like he was ill or something,” Lando informed Charles, “We can’t really stay for long after the prac run, but I just wanted to tell you, so you know, you can check on him,”

“Absolutely, thanks for telling me, Lando, I owe you one,”

“No prob, I now the guy, he never tells anyone when something’s wrong but yeah, please check up on him, and let me know too yeah?” Lando slightly pats Charles on the shoulder.

“Of course, I’ll let you know,” then Lando departs, as Charles sprinted towards the paddock.

“Where’s Carlos?” Charles asked as he barged in the monitor room

“Carlos? I saw him in the cooldown area a while ago, but wh-” before the man could finish Charles had ran towards the cooldown room.

“There you are,” Charles huffed out of breath.

“Hey, Charles, why are you he-” before he knew it a hand was placed on his forehead taken him by surprise, but the sensation felt really nice as Carlos unknowingly leaned in towards Charles' touch.

“Damn it, you’re burning up!” Charles panicked, as a look of worried became more apparent in his eyes.

“Ah, it’s fine mate, probably just because of the race. Man is it hot today, haha..” Carlos replied trying to lighten the mood, however by the deepening look of worry on Charles face tells him he had failed.

When suddenly Charles grabbed his hand almost dragging him back to their drivers room. Making a left turn they arrived at Carlos’s cabin.

“Wait, Charles- what are you doing?” Carlos huffed confused as of to why he’s back at his room, they’ve got another practice lap coming up, to be honest he wasn’t feeling too well, but that was the reason why he wanted to rest in the cooldown area. So why in the world is he here?

“Charles stop man, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? You’re sick Carlos!” Charles exclaimed.

Carlos wore a look of confusion.

“Lando told me alright? He saw there were something’s wrong, and it’s true, you’re literally burning up right now.”

“No, I’m fine, just tired,” Carlos tried to bargain.

“Carlos let’s not do this right now,” Charles begged.

“No, but what about the practice drive, it’s in like,” he looked up at the clock, “10 minutes, sure I can take a break but we need to be back at bay soon, Charles mate,”

“Carlos, you’re sitting this one out, ok? Not in this condition”

“Charles-”

“Carlos it’s not up for negotiation,”

“What? but I’m not even sick what?” Carlos is so confused, sure he feels tired but sick? No way.

“You’re literally so warm mate,” Charles cried, “You know what, let’s check your temp, we need to see how bad the fever is anyways. Stay here.” Charles scowled.

'He's so scary sometimes’ Carlos thought

Even though Carlos knew he could easily sneak out, but the look on Charles face told him how much trouble he’d be in if he did.

Finally he’s back.

“Open up Carlos,”

“I’m not a kid,” Carlos pouted.

“Sure, you aren’t” Charles replied, full of sarcasm.

With the thermometer in his mouth they waited until the familiar beep.

“Let’s see.. mate, it’s 38.0 degrees,”

“Oh..” there’s really aren’t no way out of this now, “but the drive, I can still do the last run, it’s barely anything-”

“Carlos, no way you’re leaving this room, let alone drive in your condition,” Charles answered with a stern look on his face.

Carlos just knew there were no arguing against Charles when it comes to this.

“Fine, but you better go,” Carlos stated.

“Promise you’ll behave?”

“Yes, yes, I promised, I’ll stay here and watch you through this small screen, happy?” Carlos cried pointed toward the small tv mounted on the wall.

“Sounds good, I’ll check on you in a bit. Rest.. please,”

And soon Charles exited the room, still worried about leaving Carlos alone in there, but since Carlos promised to behave, he’ll take his words for it.

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[hi guys :) thank you so much for reading my very first work, I hope you enjoyed it. This is a kickstart of more to come, I've actually got some ideas in mind of future projects, however I'll make sure to make a more formal notice. Anyhow, I hope enjoyed it, and please don't hesitate to reach out, I'm more than happy to chat about any of my works. see you all soon] ʚ(´꒳`)ɞ .｡✧･ﾟ:* ~♡

[cherriebbyyyy]

Going Up While Going Down

a little drabble inspired by the podcast Charles was on including Charles x Carlos x Pierre getting trapped in an elevator

“What if we play 20 questions?” 

“Pierre please take this seriously we could be stuck here for days besides what questions? I know all the answers I know you both very well” Charles sighs into his palms that cover his face. Pierre never took things seriously, always making jokes. 

They had been stuck in the for about 2 hours and all Pierre had done was get on Charles’ nerves by first saying “What if we just kissed?” and then by just not shutting up or understanding why Charles was so frustrated, it was the last day of break and it was going to be wasted in this elevator god knows how much longer they will be stuck here it could be days. 

“Ok calm down calamar I’m just saying things to pass the time plus you know us but Carlos and I don’t really know each other.” 

“I don’t want to listen to you play anyways. Can we just wait and hope one of us gets a signal and get out.” 

Carlos who really hadn’t said anything looks up from fiddling on his phone and making direct eye contact with Pierre  

 “You know what we can play that first game you suggested”

“Carlos you can not be serious don’t get his hopes up” Charles says as he drops his head between his knees. Cursing god on why they decided to play gay chicken of all games, they both are so stupid, when they should be getting someone to get them out.

Carlos smirks and raises his eyebrows at Pierre over Charles shoulder

Pierre crawls over to Carlos from where he was sat like a lion looking at his prey.. putting his hands on top of Carlos’ knees keeping eye contact and slowly leaning in and bring his lips to Carlos’, who doesn’t back down bringing his hands to Pierre’s hair deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue in. 

It’s the wet, messy sound that makes Charles look up in horror to see Carlos and Pierre eating eachothers faces, not paying him a single ounce of attention. He sits in shock he expected this from Pierre but Carlos he should be above Pierre’s little games. He sits for what feels like days and they still haven’t stopped. He needed to do something. 

Charles reaches over and pulls Pierre off of Carlos. 

“Can you stop?” 

“Calamar I asked if you wanted join and you didn’t mon ami” 

“But but-t-

“But nothing you made your choice and Carlos took my offer” 

“Have you nothing to say” Charles looks over to Carlos with wide eye because what the fuck is going on, Pierre and Carlos aren’t even friends and now they are kissing in an elevator, 

“Well how else are we supposed to pass the time, Do you have any other suggestions Charles?” he says with that dumb look on his face. Charles wanted to scream, why were they acting like he was the crazy one here, what alternate universe was he in that these two were somehow on the same page and he wasn’t. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. It was no use to continue being angry. 

“Fine ok” 

“Ok what?”

“I’ll play you stupid game” Charles says as he moves to lean in between Carlos and Pierre because if you can’t beat them, might as well join them. He leans closer to Pierre feeling the breath on his lips, and also feeling Carlos’s eyes on them. It was weird because in all of their time of being friends he had never actually kissed Pierre, he never had the urge or want really but seeing Carlos and Pierre kiss made him feel left out. So he closed his eyes and closed the distan- 

CLANG

A startling sound makes both Charles and Pierre pull back. All three look at the source which happens to be the door. They see it shift as part of a crowbar pulls the door open. They were free.

[wanderingblindly]

Too Close to Touch (Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, 2.3k words, oneshot)

"Sit up," Oscar groans, aiming for a more demanding tone than he can gather with Lando's mouth sucking lightly at his neck – not enough to bruise. Lando makes a noise in response, petulant and determined, that makes Oscar's head spin. Like he's addicted to him, unwilling to let go. Like this isn't some fucking insane bet that they made during the driver's parade. Or, Lando and Oscar make a bet: how important are hands when it comes to kissing, anyways?

READ HERE!

This is rated EXPLICIT for sexual content.

I saw a kinkmeme post for Charlos that was like "let's kiss with our hands behind our backs, and the first person to give in loses". That stuck with me, as a concept.

[eirianerisdar]

I'm writing a side-oneshot for Charlos about the end of this race right now if anyone's interested

[theemporium]

oneshots

n/a

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series

n/a

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blurbs

☞reader and carlos taking care of sub!charles (smut)

☞surprising the boys in the paddock with your child

☞scary dog privileges with werewolf!charlos

☞sugar daddy!charlos taking care of sick reader

☞witch!driver!reader wanting to hex ferrari

☞sugar daddy!charlos finding out reader is struggling to pay for textbooks

☞charlos being doting fathers and boyfriends

☞werewolf!charlos being clingy before a full moon

☞charlos needing relief after a bad weekend (smut)

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[inc-ch-ident]

Charlos

Key: ✵-Fluff, ♡-Angst, ❦-Smut, ↭-Hurt/Comfort, ❣-spicy

Request -> here

Masterlist

Imagine

𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛(𝚜): Y/n L/n, the spirited princess of the grid. She's 5 months pregnant from her previous relationship. She's friends with Charles and Carlos.✵ 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍: Hael Leclerc-Sainz, Y/n, Charles, and Carlos's son unexpected first word.✵

Oneshot

Social media

Series

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

please tell us more about 'Small Talk, Big Love' <3

OOOH happily, i've posted a little bit about it here, and between "I'm So Lonely and You're the Only One That Knows Me," this is the only other fic that I've been working on (mainly bc i started my a/b/o charlos one but then got distracted by having to do a bunch of looking into the race schedule for Reasons tm

More below the cut because i LOVE monologuing

The long and short of it is as follows, Charles and Carlos are teammates first, it's normal, everything is fine. Really, they're both incredibly good at ignoring their feelings, both masquerading as straight, both pretending they're completely normal. They run into each other at a sex club/dungeon (which really is a word I despise using but whatever) and Carlos has the most REELING experience in his life when he sees Charles down on his knees for someone, pretty and perfect and everything he wishes he could have, and that's just...that. He can't stop thinking about it, can't stop orbiting around Charles, and it becomes something more.

It starts off as a D/s relationship, before they both become increasingly unable to be normal about each other, and end up getting married about 1.5 years into whatever the hell they have going on. And then it's all well and good for a while before mid-way into the 2023 season, which is kinda where everything goes to shit. (i'd love to have it go to shit in the mattia era but then they really wouldn't have had time for things to develop between them)

I'll likely be following the 2023 season as closely as possible but we'll see based on timelines. Anyways, a combination between them fighting on the track, and a scene that just kinda goes sideways because Carlos gets a little out of hand and Charles has to safe out and just RUNS, Carlos starts pulling away, because it's the only thing he knows how to do.

Charles asks if he wants a divorce, he says yes in a panic, because he doesn't know what else to say, and it spools out from there.

The premise of the fic is them realizing they never stopped loving each other to begin with, and that they just hit the worst of a hard patch and stopped trusting each other. With the handy-dandy help of the ferrari media team (HAVE YOU SEEN THE BLINDFOLDED TRACK DRIVING VIDEOS?!?!) they find a way back to making it work again.

BECAUSE i am who i am, and I don't trust myself to write multichaps, this is probably going to be one long-ass oneshot, HOWEVER, I may break it up into a few chapters because i have so much background information i want to explore with them and the dynamics of their relationship.

Especially because i definitely have a scene planned where Charles gets upset bc no one doms him the way Carlos doms him so 🤭

IF you've made it this far, i apologize PROFUSELY for the absolute rambles of this, please appreciate another small snippet. AND if you have more questions PLEASE send me more asks I love to yap.

The worst part is that sometimes he simply forgets how calculating Charles can be. It was easier when their relationship went hand in hand with Charles’ submission, because when Charles was on his knees, head resting in Carlos’ lap, he was his most transparent. He never turned the calculation towards Carlos unless they were on the track. 

And maybe it brought false hope, a false sense of security. Maybe it was his mistake for letting his guard down, for thinking love was enough to shield him. 

[adventuringblind]

Thank you for the tag @lellabellawrites (I DIDN'T KNOW WE WERE MUTUALS???? I'm sorry T_T)

My WIP's are a literal mess but HERE WE GO!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all 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! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

OC is the reader insert just so we're all on the same page here!

Shorts & oneshots

LN/OP - BDSM AU - ANGST - (Protective Oscar? sure, wth not)

OP/LN/OC and CS/OC (Sorry Carlos)- Hurt/Comfort - Oops… I Lied - PART 1

LL/OC - ED Hurt/Comfort - Shame On Them for Shaming You

LN/OP/OC - BDSM AU - ANGST - Religious TrAuMa (FEAT. Oscar being a mess because he can't be everywhere at once)

OP/OC - HURT/COMFORT - COLLARS

LN/OP - Hanahaki

LN/OP - SMUT - It’s giving… boundaries - F2 GRID POLYCULE BECAUSE I SAID SO - (Vel, please stop letting me do these things)

LN/OP - SMUT/FLUFF - A/B/O - MPreg - The Consequences of OUR Actions, Oscar

LN/OP - SMUT - The breaking point is behaving... *shrugs*

LN/OP - SMUT - Free Use - (Dom Oscar bein a pervert AGAIN... does it count if he's not actually doing much? Also Jendo and Loscar and Lestappen and Charlos and Norstappen AND EVERYBODY FUCKING IG)

MV/CL - ANGST - Loves Fucking Embarrassing - (sorry Kelly I needed a Villian.... not sorry Jos because FUCK YOU)

LS/OP - ANGST - (question: how long can adrenaline keep you awake while driving and bleeding out because Logan decided to be self stabby RIGHT BEFORE THE RACE?)

LN/OP/MV - DBH AU - Do Androids Have Dicks? - PART 2 (and 3 and 4 and possibly 5 now???)

OP/LN - ANGST - Stop the Noise; It’s Too Quiet - PRETTY BOYS ARE SAD BOYS ARE CRYING

LL/LS/OP/OC - Hurt/Comfort - It’s A Little Dark In Here

Series

Matilda: Chapter Four

Kill me Kill me Kill me: REWRITE IN PROGRESS AND I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT IT

Pretty to Me: My Pretty Boy

Love, come in, the water is fine: New Landoscar series I'm working on

So okay... I have A LOT of WIPS. Apologies to anyone who can't manage their way through my messy writing. I'm a disorganized mess who can't plan my writing because I never stick to the plan anyway.

ASK AWAY PLEASE I WANNA YAP

Tagging: @481boxboxbaby (Mom is responsible for a lot of these btw) @nurse-floyd (cause you feed content I NEED) and idk @vellicora (Vel) has any wips but like she's responsible for a good portion of the things on this list as well <3

[heliads]

Formula One Ship Fics Masterlist

Britcedes

going down with the ship - There are two people left on a sinking ship. One is Lewis. The other is George. Oneshot

kill your darlings - Lewis is a world-class writer. George is the son of Lewis’ publisher. Neither of them will get what they want from this, but that won’t stop it from happening. Oneshot

Brocedes

i’ve got my eye on you - Nico Rosberg has moved on from 2016, the silver war, all of it. So he thought, at least. Lewis is still here, though, and that makes the forgetting so much more difficult. Oneshot

Charlos

mortifying ordeal of being known - Based on this request: "f1 soulmate au with charles x carlos? whatever a person writes on themselves shows up on their soulmate. they realize they're soulmates when one of them gets a podium and the other person sees their drawings" Soulmates AU

Galex

you always knew how to push my buttons - Alex Albon, long-suffering woman in motorsport, would really like to focus on her first year of racing for Williams. George Russell makes that difficult. Girl!Alex Oneshot

Sewis

i've been big and small (and big and small again) - The Ferrari news drops. Sebastian has to know. Drabble

Where I Can’t Follow - Lewis Hamilton isn’t sure that he wants to retire yet, but when the rest of the world seems so sure of the opposite, it’s hard not to feel his confidence shrink. In times of stress, then, is it really such a surprise that he would go to Seb for help Oneshot

Strollonso Masterlist

[ghostwnby]

Ghostwnby's intro post!

Hello everyone! I thought it was about time I wrote a little intro post for this blog. So with that being said, hello! Welcome to my blog!

Some quick facts about me:

- 19

- I'm American

- I use any/all pronouns

- I identify as queer <3

- I am currently hyperfixated on f1 (my fav teams are Redbull [excluding Christian Horner], Mercedes, Aston Martin) but I do love hockey (my fav teams are Boston Bruins, New York Rangers, Pittsburgh Penguins, and Chicago Blackhawks) as well :)

Talking about f1, my top 5 favorite drivers are:

1. Esteban Ocon

2. Daniel Riccardo

3. Sebastian Vettel (+ Lewis Hamilton they are a bonded pair they come as a duo i dont make the rules 💀)

4. Max Verstappen

5. Fernando Alonso

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I really like the rest of the current grid (especially Lance <33) but if I had to share my "bottom" three it would be:

1. George Russell - I'm sorry but something about this man's vibes are extremely off to me and he lowkey scares me 😭😭

2. Pierre Gasly - Same reason as George. He's not as bad but still his vibe is just not it for me 💀

3. Sergio "Checo" Pérez - I'm sorry to all the Checo fans out there but I absolutely hate this man so much. Even before I started watch DTS I hated him. He gives me creepy gross man vibes. I hate it.

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Even though I haven't posted anything in YEARS, I have been getting back into writing fics again.

So with that being said, here is a list I am (or will) write for:

- Sewis

- Maxiel

- Strollonso

- Landoscar

- Charlos

- Yukierre

- George Russell + Alex Albon (idk their ship name??)

- Esteban + Lance (again idk their ship name)

And ones I won't write for:

- lestappen (don't kill me)

- Max/Checo (or any dealing with Checo tbh)

- Carlando (don't kill me 2.0 yall are scary)

- Lando/Daniel

- Charles/Pierre

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Also, my request box is open! I would love to answer any questions/requests you all might have for me 🤭

But before that I want to set a few ground rules.

Here is what I am WILLING to write:

- imagines/oneshots (involving the drivers/ships I listed before)

- fluff

- angst**

- smut**

- Maybe x reader??

**There are limitations to what I am willing to write. (No heavy angst aka any triggering/heavy topics And I will list the restrictions on smut below)

With that being said here is what I'm NOT willing write:

- Anything dealing with the drivers/ships listed earlier

- Again any heavy/triggering topics

- Any type of age play

- Anything that deals with extreme k!nks

- Piss (or anything along that matter)

- Anything problematic (I've seen some insane tags for fics smh)

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I think that's all for now! If I think of anything else or I have any big updates I will definitely update this! Thank you all for reading! I hope you have a wonderful day/night 🥰💕

[f1z05]

I think you'd like this story: "Carlos Sainz x Charles Leclerc (Flash Fictions)" by evil_mandy on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/343732452?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Syaz705&wp_originator=fxOI1d%2FBgcGIwM5HSy81G80ZMu%2BQq19LvanDRjFSC4qk1fbjWEDOq%2BaOt3KimtYmU1Nsj%2BG4xu8fq%2FrROZC2GKOywjNsasvDGhD%2FZkF4LhzTXzzmKk8Wv%2BwAstw9naPB

A friend of mine decided to make a mini charlos oneshot fics you guys can read on wattpad! She's new so go soft on her 😆.

[c2-eh]

Do you know of any good angsty/hurt/comfort Charlos fics that are more Carlos centric? I haven’t been able to find any. Or just any ansgty carlos fic at all acc.

Hmm I remember reading this oneshot, that is past carlando, but happy ending charlos... the thing about winners from cazio is perf and angsty. then this prompt by my lovely chubbs (it has part 2 in the same collection). and i wrote 2 carlos centered angsty fics too :))

[hollywoodsargeant]

I’ve run out of things to read so do you mind doing more fic recs if you have them??

YES. more fic recs. i do have. gonna give some random shit again bc i have a lot of random shit there are no rules here

running in circles by indyd can you tell i like david malukas uh this is pato/david indycar rpf my beloved... just some pwp. pato/david is a fun ship i enjoy it however there are literally only 2 fics in the entire tag and both of them are written by this writer. uhm read both

last night by venerat is a bit of a longer oneshot and it's charlos... college au. it is very good. i love college aus and i do love venerat so immediate banger

silver platter by atwater thee strollonso (alonstroll?) fic imo it's the fic that convinced me to give them the time of day so i recommend it. i will read literally anything if you compel me to click on it. so now i am here welcome to point b

AND. afternoon delight by sadcornyfuck. i cannot give you any number of fic recs without at least ONE logan fic... liam/logan phone sex shenanigans i come back to this fic decently often just bc i think it's fun. read

[megashadowdragon]

God Valley 2.0 - Blackbeard and Kid will capture Charlos eustass kid is the current era’s  whitebeard

while blackbeard is the current rocks d xebec

the script of the vid

Kid just got oneshotted, but he isn't done yet. He will team up with Blackbeard. The two will assault Celestial Dragons and take St. Charlos hostage, when Luffy attacks the navy.

Blackbeard constantly tries to gain from conflicts around him. When Whitebeard attacked the navy, Teach infiltrated Impeldown and recruited level 6 prisoners. When Akainu had almost killed Whitebeard, he finished his former captain and stole the Quakefruit. When a navy fleet tried to capture Hancock, he tried to take her Devilfruit. When Big Mom went to Wano, to assault Luffy, Teach send Kuzan and Augur to her territory, to abduct Pudding.

A new opportunity for him to profit in this manner will soon appear. Better than all the former. Marineford 2.0. Emperor Luffy will attack Fleetadmiral Akainu. The full force of the navy will be deployed to defend against Luffy's allies. Like last time, the strongest marines from all over the world will be concentrated at HQ. They won't have capebilities to defend others elsewhere, as long as the battle goes on.

Blackbeard won't cause a second Impeldown mass break out. He has assembled his crew already. He and Kid will cause a second God Valley incident. Just like Rocks and Whitebeard, Teech and Kid will go after Celestial Dragons. Blackbeard named his ship the "Saber of Xebec". If he really wants to follow in Xebec's footsteps, he has to repeat Rocks' most heinous crime. Laying hands on the gods.

As I recounted at the beginning, Blackbeard tried to steal Hancock's fruit recently. She got that fruit from the World Nobels, when she was their slave. World Nobles forced the future Pirate Empress to eat that fruit, just for their entertainment. They can waste such a powerful Devilfruit because they have many more. Devilfruit hunter Blackbeard will feel like a child in a candy store.

When Luffy fights Akainu; Zoro, Sanji and Sabo will fight the Admirals. The few marines, who guarantee the safety of the World Nobles will all be busy. The threat that an Admiral will be send if a Celestial Dragon gets hurt is what deters people. When Blackbeard assaults the world nobles, no Admiral will be available.

Roger's greatest foe was Rocks. He stopped that man. Roger also had a lifelong rival: Whitebeard. Luffy has two such enemies too. Mortal enemy Blackbeard and main competitor Kid. Only two people with whom Luffy behaves competitively. Think back to the Jaya bar where Luffy tried to order more pieces of meat than Blackbeard ordered Cherry Pies. Or to the scene in the Udon Prison, where Luffy tried to lift more than Kid.  Blackbeard is so dangerous that he has to be stopped, he won't be around later. Kid on the other hand might be there for the long haul like Whitebeard.

Kid is named after William Kidd, who was incarcerated in the Newgate prison, after which Edward "Whitebeard" Newgate is named. During the God Valley incident, Whitebeard was a Rocks Pirate. Because Kid is Luffy's Whitebeard, he will end up working with the modern Rocks, Blackbeard, during God Valley 2.0.

Chapter 1079 just came out. Shanks defeated Kid, destroyed his ship and took his Poneglyph. The ship was named after Kid's childhood crush. Perhaps he mourns it as much as Usopp mourned the merry. His anger will make  him postpone his dream of becoming PIrateking. Only enacting revenge on Shanks will be on his mind. Whatever it takes. The logical next step for him then would be to team up with Shanks'es biggest enemy.

Blackbeard was looking to steal Kid's pongegylphs not so long ago. But Shanks took them first. So Blackbeard has no reason left to fight with Kid. They can work together. Kid is proud, he didn't bow to Kaido. He won't bow to Teach. I am just talking about an alliance. Kid entered those before.

Hatred for Shanks will create an alliance that will attack the World Nobles, like the Rocks Pirates once did. This would fit perfectly because Shanks is tied to the God Valley incident. Perhaps a victim of it. He was found on God Valley, in a treasure chest. This was revealed in Film Red, where it was also implied that Shanks is a Celestial Dragon. After Teach and Kid have dealt with this particular Celestial Dragon, they will come for the others aswell.

At Marineford, Blackbeard declared he wants to rule the world. Rocks had the same goal. The World Nobles rule at the moment, so they need to be shoved aside. Not sure if Kid wants to make Blackbeard the king of the world but he surely thinks better of him than of the current rulers. At Sabaody, he said that the villains of the world looked tame in comparison to the ones ruling the world. In his Vivrecard, it was mentioned that he set out to be a pirate inpart to oppose the World Government.

Kid considers himself Luffy's rival, even if most on social media don't. He desperately wants to catch up to Luffy. Strawhat became an Emperor and he didn't. One other thing that Luffy did, and he didn't, is punch a Celestial Dragon. Kid voiced his dislike for the Celestial Dragons, but had too much respect for the Admirals to touch them. Luffy didn't care and knocked Charlos out. Kid might want to do the same and more. He is alot more violent than our protagonist. At the Archipeligo he was disgusted by them buying humans. His idea of justice is probably akin to "an eye for an eye". To enslave the slaver. He won't just punch him, he will put a chain around Charlos' neck.

Even if Kid starts to work with Blackbeard, most would still deny that he is the modern Whitebeard. Kid wanted to become Pirateking. Whitebeard could have become Pirateking, but chose not to. Kid is alot weaker than Luffy, while Whitebeard and Roger were equals. Kid is violent, Whitebeard prevented violence, for example in Fishman Island. None of these objections hold up.

After Shanks crushed him, revenge became more important to him than finding Laughtale. Whitebeard probably wasn't interested in the One Piece because it ties in with the D clan of which he wasn't part of. Kid is also not a D, contrary to his fellow 3 billion pirates Law and Luffy. He will realize that it isn't his business and find another goal. He will still be motivated to catch up to Luffy, which he eventually will. Whitebeard wasn't always Rogers equal. He wasn't when the God Valley incident took place, because he was serving under Rocks, who was defeated by Roger. Kid just has to be Luffy's equal at the end of the series, to make the parallel work.

The Whitebeard we got to see was a decent guy who wouldn't abuse the weak. But that was mature Whitebeard. We have no idea how violent he was as a young man. Though we have an idea of his upbringing, and it resembled Kid's quite alot.

Kid and Whitebeard had similar childhoods. They were Orphans, growing up on islands that were not under the protection of the World Government. Kid's backstory was revealed in an SBS. His country was ruled by multiple gangs. The one at the top killed his childhood crush, so he united the lesser gangs and toppled the ruling one. After his victory, he set sail, to enter the Grandline. Whitebeard's home, Sphinx, had Government protection at first but then lost it because they couldn't make the payment. He became a pirate at an early age to support his village.

Because their homelands were poor, the World Government chose to withhold protection, which made Kid and Whitebeard grow up in violent chaos. As children, they had to learn to fight out of necessity. Both likely blamed the World Government for their traumatic experiences. They must especially hate the Celestial Dragons, who never had to learn to defend themselves, who grew up with the best protection imaginable and who spend their days wasting money. No wonder Whitebeard participated in the assault against them, lead by Rocks. There are many fans, who assume that Whitebeard, because he was a good guy, betrayed Rocks on God Valley, and fought on Roger and Garp's side. That makes no sense to me. He had deep personal reasons to attack World Nobles, just like Kid has.

I talked alot about the perpetrators of God Valley 2.0. Now to the victims. Charlos is the Celestial Dragon we have seen most of. The one that triggers the strongest emotions in the audience. Strong negative emotions. Of course he will be among Blackbeard's prey. Victimizing such an unlikeable, irredeemable character, will make the moral lesson clear. No one deserves to be enslaved. Not Even Saint Charlos, the worst person imaginable. Luffy, just like us, hates the guy, but he is the legendary liberator Sungod Nika now. He can't not liberate someone. Perhaps being safed will make Charlos change. He could become a good guy afterwards, like Mjosgard, who knocked him out during the Revery, similar to how Luffy did it.

Luffy saved former villains before. He set Crocodile free in Impel Down. He even invited Franky, who had stolen from and beat up Usopp, to join his crew. The most important example though is Bellamy, who parallels Charlos in many ways.

Both were knocked out with just one Punch. Luffy did that, even though he had been told not to fight. Nami had told him not to start anything in Mocktown and Hatchan had begged him not to attack a Celestial Dragon. Zoro directed his blade against Bellamy's throat, but stood down when he realized Luffy's intentions. In Sabaody, he almost sliced through Charlos, but Bonney pushed him to the ground right before. Luffy snapped when they hurt his friends. Bellamy had robbed Cricket, Charlos shot Hatchan. Bellamy was an underling of Doflamingo, who wanted to take Imu's place. Being a Celestial Dragon makes Charlos an underling of Imu. Bellamy aquiered the nickname the Bullet of Dressrosa, after he had brought Doffy a pillar of gold from Skypiea, Charlos shot bullets out of a golden pistol.

Even though Bellamy did his best to serve Doflamingo, including fighting Luffy again when ordered, Doffy didn't value him. He used him as a human shield and later told Dellinger to dispose of him. Luffy had to save Bellamy. Because Charlos mirrors Bellamy, he will also be victimized before Luffy's eyes, who will come to his aid. Some things will be inverted though. Bellamy, a Pirate, was tormented by Celestial Dragon Doflamingo. Celestial Draogn Charlos will get tormented by Pirates Blackbeard and Kid.

God Valley was where Garp became the hero of the navy. He helped Roger defeat Rocks. I don't believe they fought in a tag team. Garp likely defeated other Rocks Pirates, while Roger took on the captain. Luffy's Garp is Smoker. He might be who the World Government sends to help Charlos, when Marineford 2.0 is over. The Admirals might have been defeated by then. Luffy and his crew will take care of Blackbeard and the Titanic Captains. That would leave Kid as Smoker's opponent. Tashigi would fight Killer.