#1016week

How is this event going to work?

If you've ever participated in a ship week/fanweek before, then this will work exactly the same as that! We've created a list of seven Piarles-themed prompts, one for each day of the event, and the idea is that everyone creates a little something inspired by each prompt to post on its specific day.

1016 Week will run from the 10th to the 16th (🥰) October 2023. Creation time starts as soon as you've got your prompts - which is to say, as soon as you finish reading this post!

We'd like this to be a fun and stress-free challenge for everyone, so we've tried to build in plenty of creation time for you all. Furthermore, we will not be enforcing deadlines very strictly at all - so if you do happen to miss a day or two, absolutely no worries! We will keep reblogging 1016 Week content to this blog right through to the end of the year. 💙

What kinds of content can I create for this event?

Any and all types of creative fanwork - fic, art, gifsets, photo edits, video edits, playlists and more - are welcomed in this fanweek! The only criterion is that its main focus must be the relationship between Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc.

Furthermore, there are no content restrictions for this challenge - NSFW, dark, or otherwise uncomfortable topics are accepted. However, we require any such content to be clearly identified in your title/summary/blurb and placed under a read-more cut, so that those who aren’t comfortable with seeing it can avoid it.

Prompts are general, and creators are free to interpret them however you want! As long as it's about Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc, and has something of the prompt's general theme in it, anything goes. ❤️

Do I have to complete all 7 days to be allowed to participate?

Not at all! You are free to complete as few or as many of the prompts as you want, and you can submit as many or as few creations per day as the muse inspires. 😁

When you've finished your creation and you're ready to share it with the Pierre/Charles world, @ this blog and use #1016 week 2023 in your first five tags so we can find and reblog your work. Don't forget to add what day of the prompt week your creation is fulfilling!

For our writers and artists who'd like to add your work to AO3: we've created an AO3 Collection where you can post all your creations for this event! You can find it on the Archive as 1016 Week 2023 (1016Week_2023). Be sure to post to Tumblr as well, because we'll be reblogging all 1016week content to this blog too! 💙

Where and how do I sign up?

This is a super low-pressure event, so there's no need to worry about an official sign-up! You can just like or reblog this post (& give this blog a follow!) to show your support <3

It's our honour and pleasure to host this fanweek over at the Calamars Club Discord server. If you're not a part of the server and you'd like to be, just message a mod for the invite link. Your mods for this event are the epic team of @singsweetmelodies, @boxboxbrioche, @welightitup, @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson and @river-ocean!

Monza is a magical track. There is something about the air, the energy, that fills his soul and clouds his head. Everyone’s potential at Monza is limitless and anything can happen.

Charles knew that was true of any track, of course, but he didn’t understand how special Monza was until he raced there in Formula One for the first time.

Things were different back then, during his rookie season. His race suit was different, a mixture of white and a darker red than he wanted. Even then he knew he would be trading that outfit for the bright red of Ferrari very soon, and the crowd loved him for it.

Pierre’s outfit also changed over the years. It started as a mixture of blues, then became white with navy, and this year was the first year he was in black with blue and pink accents.

That year, back in 2018, they were both racing at Monza in F1 for the first time and they didn’t understand the true magic of the track. They didn’t know how it worked. Neither scored any points, but that was almost expected of them in their junior teams.

They still fell into bed together that night, energy pulsing through their bodies with some unknown force that they had yet to harness and understand. It drew them together. They did not talk about it the next day. They were simply friends once again.

In 2019, they began to learn. Pierre was suffering, the tragic loss of their dear friend and his mid-season demotion still so fresh and painful, and he finished the race just out of the points. Charles stood on the top step for the second race in a row.

That night, when they came together, it was in celebration and in agony. It was perfect and wonderful and awful.

They did not talk about it the next day.

Monza was a track of balance. It would give and it would take. It would build them up and it would break them down. They learned that it would make one of them bleed for the other one to flourish and thrive.

2020 made that all the more obvious. His crash was horrible, but seeing Pierre on the top step made all of those negative feelings wash away.

Charles bled, and he tasted victory on Pierre’s tongue for the first time. It was one of the best things he had ever tasted in his life.

They did not talk about it the next day.

In 2021 they reversed yet again. Charles was only a couple of seconds off of the podium while Pierre got a DNF. Neither of them tasted like champagne that night. It didn’t matter.

Just being together, for that one night, was all he needed.

They did not talk about it the next day.

The race in 2022 was when it started to feel different. Charles had already bled for so many races that year. He didn’t have anything else to give. He had felt the championship slipping out of his grasp, despite standing on the second step of the podium.

Pierre also finished in the points, though much further down. Sadly, it was one of his best finishes of the season. Maybe Pierre was sacrificing his whole season for Charles’ success. Maybe Monza was making Charles bleed for Pierre.

Whatever the reason, that night was slower, softer than any of their previous nights together. It lingered in a way that sent chills up Charles’ spine. Not for the first time, he longed for more.

They did not talk about it the next day.

This year felt familiar. Expected. They left the track together, as they always did. Charles wasn’t thrilled with his fourth place finish, despite what he told the media. He knew that a podium had been possible for him. Pierre was never in the points.

Everybody knows about them. Their girlfriends, their families, their friends. Everybody knows and allows them to have this. Monza. The one night a year where they can be together as something more.

Pierre slides into the passenger seat of Charles’ Ferrari as he starts the engine. Neither of them speak as he drives. They never do.

As he drives, Charles keeps his free hand on Pierre’s thigh. He can feel the strong muscles beneath his palm and the disappointment rolling off of Pierre.

Charles pulls into the guest parking spot at Pierre’s apartment. Honestly, it might as well have his own name on it for this day every year. Today, the spot is his. Pierre is his.

As soon as the door is closed, Pierre pushes him up against the wall and connects their lips together. They both groan since it’s been a year since they’ve last tasted each other in the only way that matters.

Pierre says Charles’ name across his lips. It’s soft, reverent in a way they rarely get to experience. Charles says Pierre’s name right back, a plea, a whisper, desperate with desire. It doesn’t take them long to find their way into the bedroom.

For tonight, it’s not Pierre’s bedroom. It’s their bedroom. They can pretend.

Clothing is shed along the way and very quickly they are bare before each other. He feels Pierre pressing him into the mattress with his entire being. Charles lets Pierre’s fingers into his body, and then Pierre himself.

He is completely surrounded by the sensation that is Pierre. It consumes him, inside and out. He lives for this. He longs for this. Monza is the one day a year where he gets to experience this. To indulge in the fantasy that he can have this.

There are still no words between them. Gasps, moans, sighs, and whines fill the air as they move together. Sweet nothings are whispered, murmured against skin, hidden, concealed from their ears.

They find their release together, sweaty and stated and tangled up in each other. Pierre kisses every part of his skin that he can reach until they are both exhausted. Charles returns the kisses with equal fervor.

In the morning, they will wake up with their limbs still tangled together. Pierre will take him by the hand and lead them into the shower.

They will step under the spray together, noses brushing up against each other but lips not touching. As much as Charles wants them to, they won’t touch again for another year.

They will wash each other’s bodies in a way that is achingly familiar and completely out of their grasp. Pierre will not touch Charles in the way that he wants. In the way that he craves.

It will no longer be Monza and they will no longer belong only to each other.

They will dry off and make their way into Pierre’s kitchen. Pierre will make himself coffee and Charles will make himself tea. He will endure the inevitable teasing since he knows that Pierre buys a box specifically for him every year.

Conversation will be light and easy and friendly between them. They will talk about the race, the next one in Singapore, their girlfriends, their families, their plans for the upcoming week.

They will not talk about it the next day.

Before he leaves, Charles will make one concession. He will lean in close and press a kiss, sweet and lingering, to Pierre’s cheek.

Pierre will duck his head to try and hide his smile. Charles will see it anyway. Pierre will gently twine their fingers together and squeeze his hand as he says goodbye. Charles will wish that Pierre asks him to stay.

It will be another year before they are like this again. This season will end, the next season will begin, and Monza will still be on the calendar.

Day 5 - Boat

I pick you up and take you through the night by @wolfiemcwolferson [fic]

Pierre and Charles have an understanding - things work a certain way. Pierre decides to change that.

we're made of starlights by @your-littlesecret [fic]

“We should go.” Charles says, breathless from the run from the office. “Go? Where are we going?” Pierre frowns, tilting his head slightly. “The boat. Anywhere. Everywhere. We should go.” Charles pants but Pierre seems to not be understanding it yet so Charles takes a deep breath to steady himself and takes another step forward. “Do you remember when we were young? We had the dream, of travelling the world on the boat. We can do it now. We should go.”

king of my heart by @chaesonghwas [fic]

Back on Daniel's yacht, Pierre has some time to think... and stare at Charles' abs, just a little bit.

i'm bound for the heart of the ocean by @duquesademiel [fic]

Pierre is the reason Charles is alive, and for that, he can’t be anything other than incredibly thankful. As much as Charles had always admired the sea, he’d never had the intention of dying surrounded by her. Pierre rescued Charles from a shipwreck and brought him into a life of piracy. It's not what he'd always hoped for, but he finds it definitely has its perks.

I’m Never Gonna Waste My Love On Anyone Else by @espithewarlock

“Pierre, what the hell is this?” “Are you saying no?” “Am I saying…what the fuck…I’m not…you haven’t even asked me a question!” “It doesn’t seem like I need to.”

Day 6 - Montreal

montreal is for lovers by @chaesonghwas [fanmix]

Monza + Montreal embroidery by @gaslybottoms [cross-stitch]

Taller In Another Dimension (Playlist) by @wolfiemcwolferson [playlist]

I wish I could have you in secret by @your-littlesecret [fic]

Charles reminds himself he’s not there on vacation, he’s there on a mission – that he still doesn’t know what it is. So those luxuries don't matter and Pierre- well, he matters but only because they’ll have to work together on this. Or: Charles and Pierre have to pretend, once again, to be in a relationship so they can succeed in the mission. But something is different this time.

my way back (to a life i would choose) by @duquesademiel [fic]

“What did you mean?” “Maybe we should…” “No, no maybes, Pierrot, like ten years ago. What are you saying?” The year is 2032, and Charles and Pierre have a conversation to finish.

Another Window To Break Out by @espithewarlock [fic]

It started out innocently enough. A friend of a friend knew about a job opening and recommended him for the role. One very quick interview and job offer later, and Charles was uprooting his life to move to Montreal. Piercing blue eyes stared back at him on the other side of a firm handshake. “Pierre Gasly, nice to meet you. Welcome to Stroll Engineering and Architecture.”

together in our imitation leathers by @fenesacha [fic]

Charles swears that he's trying to break his streak of dating assholes, honest. Pierre seemed like a nice, respectful young man until he propped his feet up on the dashboard of Charles' Ferrari.

piarles + soulmate timers AU by @singsweetmelodies [fic]

Charles' soulmate timer stops when he is seven years old, and he meets the boy with the bluest eyes he's ever seen.

Day 7 - Traditions

It Was Love in a Minute by @espithewarlock [fic]

All Charles wanted was Pierre, sitting across from him at a too-small table, legs tangled together, tucked away in a hidden corner of a cafe.

never coming down with your hand in mine by @duquesademiel and @wolfiemcwolferson [fic]

Pierre, as the oldest of the two, often takes the lead on their firsts. That's their little thing, their tradition of sorts: any big first step in their relationship is taken together, but suggested by Pierre. Except for one. The five times Pierre took the first step, and the one time Charles did.

i watched it begin again by @your-littlesecret [fic]

Pierre feels like it becomes a tradition. Every Friday, Pierre sits with Charles on his favourite table and they work side by side until one of them needs to go home or has something they need to go to or friends that want to do something last minute.

swear to be overdramatic and true by @chaesonghwas [fic]

Charles' birthday is coming up, and Pierre knows exactly how he wants to celebrate their annual tradition.

tied with the same thread (unconditional) by @singsweetmelodies [fic]

Charles sways forward, leaning fractionally into Pierre's touch. He looks… exhausted. Pierre's heart pangs, and he tightens his grip on Charles' hoodie, using it to tug him gently through the door and into Pierre's house. It's not the first time this has happened, and it won't be the last. He and Charles have… something almost like a tradition, for after tough races. They go to each other's places, and no matter how late at night it is, they always unlock their doors for each other. They are each other's confidantes, each other's safe places. They can talk about anything and everything, or they can forget about the rest of the world and just be for a little while.

give me a chance, let me tell you (if i can) by @yukierres [fic]

5+1 times Arthur interrupted them and the one time he didn’t.

a king under your control by @fenesacha [fic]

Charles sees a field of daisies and a crude leather ball, floating unnaturally in the air between them, and then a boat with a rug that stays impossibly dry, and in both, a boy with bright blue eyes and an impish grin. A boy who was present for most of his life, until he left to study music and his world fell apart. So, really, he should've known this would be the gods' answer.

Day 1 - Monza

Monza + Montreal embroidery by @gaslybottoms [cross-stitch]

you're my guiding lightning strike by @wolfiemcwolferson [fic]

Pierre finds out the soulmate bracelet he's worn since he was 14 has been coded to the wrong person's DNA. He gets the right bracelet. (A Piarles soulmate AU)

all roads lead back to Monza ♥ by @brasiliangp [edit]

I Will Never Ask You For Anything (Except a Dream) by @espithewarlock [fic]

Monza is the one race a year where they are allowed to have each other. They do not talk about it the next day.

we've got our whole lives (no ending this in sight) by @duquesademiel and @chaesonghwas [fic]

On the night of their ninth anniversary, Charles and Pierre travel to Monza together.

sanctuary by @fenesacha [fic]

From the comfort of their shared bed, Pierre watches Charles lean over the railing of the balcony and reach out to the screaming fans below.

monza-themed web weaving by @crimsonicarus [web weaving]

holy ground by @your-littlesecret [fic]

Charles can’t really pinpoint where Monza became their place. It might have started with one or another fan post and they just took it to their hearts. Or: Even with all the changes through the years, Monza will always be their place.

Day 2 - Social Media

we were meant to be as one by @wolfiemcwolferson [fic]

Pierre & the librarian with a secret Tumblr account.

crushing down like waves on the sand by @your-littlesecret [fic]

There’s nothing that could explain the change in feelings, but if Charles thinks about it… if he really thinks about it, there’s nothing really new there.

seven rings by @duquesademiel [fic/edit]

With You Around Me It’s Just So Easy To Be In Love by @espithewarlock [fic]

Their relationship was no secret. They posted about it everywhere on social media. Nobody believed it.

Scuderia Ferrari social media admin AU by @effervescentdragon [fic]

"Mr. Gasly. You have an impressive portfolio, and your CV is one of the best I've seen. What I want to know is, what will you bring to this job? What is the thing that distinguishes you from all the other candidates for this job?"

Piarles + social media AUs by @brasiliangp [edit]

plug me in by @fenesacha [fic]

After a long race, Pierre logs into Twitch and clicks on Charles' stream.

you and me would be (a big conversation) by @chaesonghwas [fic/edit]

When the media pairs up Pierre with Esteban of all people, Charles steps in to help. It doesn't quite go as planned.

social media-themed web weaving by @crimsonicarus [web weaving]

Day 3 - Blasphemy

maybe i don't want heaven by @chaesonghwas, @duquesademiel and @wolfiemcwolferson [fic + playlist]

Pierre kneels thrice: once in front of God and twice in front of Charles.

pulvis et umbra sumus by @your-littlesecret [fic + moodboard]

Great disrespect shown to something Holy. The action or offence of speaking sacrilegiously about sacred things; profane talk. And what could be a greater disrespect than Pierre and his demonic blood, loving Charles, an angel in essence?

Take Me by the Hand Before I Come Undone by @espithewarlock [fic]

Pierre believed in what he could see, hear, feel, experience with his own senses. He worshiped exclusively at the altar of Charles Leclerc.

piarles + take me to church by @singsweetmelodies [edit]

a well loved bicycle by @fenesacha [fic]

Pierre turns around one last time before he begins to pedal away. There is a boy standing at the fence, slightly shorter than him and Esteban. His fringe, light-brown and soft, is being blown into his eyes, but he doesn’t flinch, even as the freezing rain starts to fall. Pierre never saw or heard him approach.

blasphemy-themed web weaving by @crimsonicarus [web weaving]

blasphemy embroidery by @gaslybottoms [embroidery]

Day 4 - Free Day

crochet calamars by @gaslybottoms [crochet]

I hunger for you only by @wolfiemcwolferson [fic]

Charles has a request.

i wanna be a good boy, i wanna be your sex toy by @your-littlesecret [fic]

“I think we should make a bet.” Pierre hums, looking into his eyes. “Not a bet. A reward. Whoever has the first win this year-” Charles smiles deviously, like he’s just thought of the perfect reward. “Whoever wins first gets a ‘free use’ day of the other.” Pierre frowns, “A- free use day?” “Yes. A day where you can do whatever you want with me. Or me with you. Whatever.”

Coloring Outside the Lines by @espithewarlock [fic]

One male profile did catch his eye, a deceptively simple CharlesL16 username hiding exactly what he was looking for. Half the photos were perfectly innocent. Curled up on the couch in a comfortable sweater, sweaty and flexing at the gym, angled shots of him playing the piano, and more that made him look domestic and cozy. There was always a twist, though, and Pierre was instantly hooked. He found himself creating an account and subscribing almost unconsciously.

(i watched it) begin again by @chaesonghwas [fic]

When Juliette is 6 years old, they decide on taking her to Monza. She loves it.

ringing, it's too early by @duquesademiel [fic]

Pierre can't sleep. Charles can't wake up. They might fight about it, but in the end, they love each other more.

how d'ya like them apples by @fenesacha [fic]

Wearing one of these hands on each of your hands at all times, communicate to your teammate the names of these films. You may not raise your voice. You have five minutes. Your time starts when Jenson blows his whistle.

piarles + longing by @crimsonicarus [web weaving]

Our Love Is Not Illusion Based by @espithewarlock [fic]

Having magic wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Most of the adults would happily admit that having a Witch in the village was a good thing. Charles thought that Pierre's magic was a great thing.

“So, Pierre,” the interviewer continued after going through some introductions and initial questions, “how did you and Charles meet?”

“He subscribed to my OnlyFans,” Charles interjected with a sly smile.

Pierre smiled back and pulled Charles even closer from where he was tucked under his arm. “Best money I’ve ever spent,” Pierre confirmed, “he called me a virgin…”

“And he called me princess. Still does, in fact!” Charles added with a laugh.

The interviewer also laughed. “Very funny, gentlemen, but I’m sure your audience would like to know the truth.”

“Oh, that is the truth,” Charles smiled innocently.

“His username is CharlesL16,” Pierre said proudly, not even a hint of shame in his voice, “and I can personally recommend the content.”

He leaned over to kiss Charles’ cheek and saw the dimples he loved so much make an appearance. 

“I didn’t know it was Pierre, when he first subscribed, of course,” Charles continued, ignoring how uncomfortable the interviewer looked, “but we met up after the race in Monza earlier this year and it was an instant connection. I’ve been a Ferrari fan my whole life, and a fan of Pierre’s since he joined the grid.”

“Turns out we were just fans of each other. Isn’t that right, princess?” Pierre got even closer to kiss Charles firmly, then happily obliged when Charles opened his mouth to invite his tongue in.

He momentarily forgot about the whole interview until the interviewer coughed pointedly. Reluctantly, he dragged himself away and resituated them in their positions on the interview couch.

“Sorry,” Pierre said, not sorry in the slightest, “but you see how hot he is. How can I resist?”

“Yes…well…” the interviewer seemed flustered but pushed onto the next question.