SO I MIGHT BE GOING A LITTLE INSANE OVER THE C2 HAMBURGER CONVO IN THE MONACO GP FULL ACCESS SO HERE'S A BREAKDOWN:
It starts off with Charles answering a question we don't hear from Carlos, but given context it's probably "When can I come over to visit":
At this point Carlos knows Charles is ribbing him about he Schrodinger's hamburger he promised two years ago. The subs that follow aren't shaded correctly; they both say "I'm still waiting" and Charles says "For it" and Carlos says "For than invite"
But the crucial thing about Carlos saying "for an invite" here, is that they're actually not bickering about the legendary hamburger at all - they're bickering about PLANNING their first meetup in Monaco, whether it be at Charles' home or Carlos'.
Charles wants to do a whole weekend, because he's Charles and he treats his friends well and is like YOU ARE IN MONACO NOW, WE NEED TO DO A WEEKEND AND MEET UP PROPERLY
Meanwhile Carlos is like mate you can just invite me for lunch or dinner it doesn't need that much planning
Another wrong sub: Charles is like -_- (for reasons we'll see in a moment) and Carlos is like "No?" but neither of them says "no thank you"
Charles says "you don't want to" because this means Charles will have to cook, and he knows how (in)capable he is of cooking. He gets red in the face because of this
And at the end of the clip they're still circling the same thing. Charles wants a full day or weekend because he's like YOU MOVED HERE. FIRST MEET UP AFTER YOU MOVED TO MONACO HAS TO BE MORE THAN A MEAL
And meanwhile Carlos is legit just like "I am casual with friends I like to pop over for lunch or dinner" while Charles is like PLEASE LET ME TREAT YOU WELL
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Hi! I love your worksđ¤đ¤ This is for the physical gestures prompts
12 & 20 + charlos double podiumâ¤ď¸
Hi!! Thank you for the compliment! And thank you for the ask!! You immediately conjured an image in my head with those 2 prompts and that charlos idea. I tweaked it a little, I hope you'll like it!!
12. lifting you up during a hug and swirling you around
20. holding your face in their palm as they smile widely before kissing you
It's all set in a very delusional future.
Enjoy!
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Charles crosses the finish line second. This could have been his second driverâs championship. This could have been his sweet victory. But he finished second, he lost.
Heâs grinning like crazy under his helmet.
âP2, thatâs P2, Charles. That was really close. You drove brilliantly,â Xavi says. âAnd mode slow, mode slow. To the grid.â
Charles is still beaming as he presses the radio button to answer to Xavi, to thank the team for the incredible year they had, to all they did for him and with him, thank Lewis for his last year in red and the constructor championship they fought so hard to take.
But neither of them won the driverâs championship. Someone else stole the trophy right from their hands, from Charlesâ hands (he was so close, so so close to winning). And yet, he is still smiling like a mad man.
Beaming when he stops in front of the number 2 panel.
Cheeks hurting from smiling too wide, when he extricates himself from his car, waves at the cheering crowd and takes off his helmet.
Grinning still when the next car parks in front of the number one. Charles is waiting for him.
In the time it takes for the new crowned champion to get out of his car, Lewis comes next to Charles and embraces him briefly.
âMan, we were so close,â he says into Charlesâ ear. Charles is still looking at the number 1, at the driver. âNot too disappointed?â
âIâm okay.â
The winner stands up on his car, bumping his fists in the air in victory. Heâs still wearing his helmet so Charles canât see his smile. He can imagine it though, so brilliant, so wide. The eyes gleaming with unshed tears, happy tears.
The crowd cheers. Charles only looks at him, getting closer.
When Carlos jumps down from the car, Charles is there to catch him.
âI told you I would do it!â Carlos shouts.
Happy, so so happy.
âYes, you did.â
Charles is still smiling.
âI did it!â
âYou did it!â
They fall into each otherâs arms and Charles hears the laughter and the tears through the helmet. No one else can see, no one else can hear. Itâs just for him and Carlos.
Carlosâ arms pull him closer and suddenly, Charlesâ feet donât touch the ground anymore and heâs twirling in Carlosâ arms. On the track. In front of the crowd and the cameras. In front of so many people.
He doesnât care.
Carlos won.
And Charles is happy.
Carlos drops him back down on the ground but, even if heâs not the one who won, Charles still feels like heâs floating. To ground himself, to bring himself back to reality in a way, he puts both hands on each side of Carlosâ head, looking right through his visor at his brilliant eyes. Happy eyes.
And because heâs so happy.
Because he can.
Because thereâs still a helmet between them that gives them a sort of privacy, that gives them an excuse for all the cameras pointed at them, for all the eyes turned to the old and new champions together.
idk if charles really saw it clearly from the phone or not but the fact he turned the video otherway around so that fucking "poster" dont get filmed while he n carlos took that video, charles understood the assignment
Was talking to my twin @wafflesrisa about Charlos during Imola FP1 earlier and I decided to rank the most insane Charlos moments in order - ranked purely on moments that show just how much they're friends, not just teammates
This is just my own preference and it'll be different for everyone, but here a (non-exhaustive) list:
1. Bahrain 2024 crochet chili
"I want to gift this to you. From my fan to me, to you. So you will remember me for the rest of your life." "A chili!!" "For our post Teammate Era." "Ay we are only starting the season!"
Carlos: "You will forget [the chili] there."
Charles, softly: "No I won't."
Also feat. nearly crying in the car afterwards
2. Miami 2024 Water flick
Carlos doesn't even look at the glass in the couple seconds before he flicks the water at Charles. He's looking at Charles and smiling. Charles gets a little overwhelmed with the affection and gets shy (bonus Ferrari team member being us looking at them)
3. Canada cotton ball lean
The cutest moment in this isn't Carlos telling Charles to admit that Carlos won. It's them both Zendaya laughing at each other when Charles gets caught cheating and Charles having this moment looking at the back of Carlos' head where he gets so overwhelmed with affection he collapses his whole weight into Carlos' side. Their caps bonk. It is cute.
4. Zandvoort 2022 headphone exchange -
Carlos, fixing Charles' headphones: "Put them properly eh? I know you very well."
Lissie: "NO, YOU GUYS ARE VIBING TO DIFFERENT SONGS."
Charles: "WE FOUND LOVE IN THE HOTTEST PLACE -"
*C2 wheeze-laugh at each other and exchange headphones by placing them on each other's faces*
Lissie: ...
5. Miami 2024 "I know you too well now"
Charles knowing he knew Carlos well enough to speak for him, and Carlos nodding silently in agreement. Then vice versa, Charles then having unshakable faith in Carlos' understanding of himself. Fist bumps. Fondness.
6. The kiss kiss saga: Charles' rayban kiss. 2023 Bracelet kiss kiss. 2023 music challenge kiss.
The first one especially gets me because it's a solid 5 seconds of Charles looking at Carlos, going FRIEND! MY FRIEND! and going *air kiss*
7. 2023 Abu Dhabi waist pinch and DTS Bahrain waist pinch
Waist pinches run in the Sainz family. Charles knows it's Carlos without needing to look by the time Abu Dhabi rolls around
8. đľJust the two of usđľ
Do I even need to say anything
9. Bahrain 2022 1-2 podium hug and butt pat
I can't find the video but Charles stepped up to the top step and instantly was like I HAVE TO HUG MY TEAMMATE I AM TOO HAPPY NOT TO HUG MY TEAMMATE AND SHARE THIS WITH HIM
10. Cookie decorating
So much happens in this video. The complete lack of personal space. The comfy sofa. The vocal stims. Twinning. Carlos sings "Dancing in the Moonlight," and Charles whistles it a bit later. Icing to the cheek. Teasing.
11. Zandvoort 2023 catch up
Charles forgetting they did spend the last bit of summer break further away from each other because they spent so much of the first part of summer break not far from each other. Also again. Carlos loves his personal space, Charles also loves Carlos' personal space
12. Carlos: "I'm not going to be here." Charles: *flinches*
13. TELL CHARLES TO COME CLOSE TO ME AND WE CELEBRATE THIS ONE TOGETHER/helmet pats/gentlest hug in parc ferme /podium champagne
I can't find the video of the hug but it's so gentle and Carlos leans his cheek into Charles' and I die
14. Love Honey Sweetie Baby Darling
They just pick up pet names and exchange them like lego
15. OG music challenge squishes/holding hands in OG quiz with wrenches
16. Abu Dhabi 2022 end of season message
Charles was plainly trying to smile for the camera but rightly upset with not having the championship year he wanted, but his smile turned genuine when Carlos hugged him and said Charles at least deserved P2 in Abu Dhabi for the great year he had driving incredibly well
17. Mexico separation anxiety Charles (Edit: posted initially with wrong link, updated now)
18. Zandvoort 2023 fond eye rolls
19. Carlos' 2022 birthday
They're insufferable. Charles' whinging is cute too
20. Carlos looking somft when imagining racing Le Mans with Charles
"With Charles," he says, while his press officer smirks
Feel free to add to this I just went down a wormhole of Charlos feels
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Hi, could you please write something with the 14&29 prompts, like Charles has been pinning on Carlos for a while and decides to make a move after he sees Carlosâ Sochi '15 crash for the first time
past, present, future
{charles leclerc x carlos sainz}
âwhen was the most scared youâd been while driving?â
charles bites his inner cheek when he asks the question, over dinner one evening when they finish testing, and carlos tells him to come over because itâs late, and he has enough leftovers for the two of them.
carlos chews thoughtfully, but the reply after is almost instantaneous. âsochi. 2015.â
he wants to ask about the details, because he hadnât known carlos then, but carlos pulls up the video for him, and he feels dread like no other pool in his stomach. heâd known of the crash, of course, but he hadnât felt the same weightiness then. seeing it now hurts like pain heâs never felt - for the way heâd seen the carâs front wheel blister apart against an errant wall, causing the car to careen recklessly into the barriers. he barely breathes when he counts the harrowingly few seconds that pass between the first hit and the final crash.
he remembers now how his heart had been in his mouth back then, praying for any god that would hear for the driver to be safe.
now he recasts the memory with the man sitting in front of him - and the image is so much more haunting - making him sick at the thought of carlos being flung across violently, the crushing force of gravity and the weight of the car⌠the way his body would have certainly froze in fear⌠how he might have had to have made peace with death in those microseconds before impact.
his eyes grow glassy - he cannot help it. carlos just looks at him with soft eyes (as if charles were the one in danger) and reaches a palm over to cup his face - a tenderness he does not usually show. âcharles. it was nothing, i promise.â
but he cannot let go of the thought of losing carlos. because thereâs nothing that can prepare him for the gaping emptiness that a loss like that would bring. no more warm, muscled arms to hold him in the middle of their c2 challenges - no more beautiful brown eyes to gaze at him with what he hopes is more than just friendly affection - no more of his raspy, low voice whispering encouragement in his ear after a bad race.
and worst of all - no chance for charles to tell carlos what he really feels.
his heart is pounding - anxious. desperate. a whimsical thought - so stupid he wants to shut it down immediately:
you should tell him before-
âare you okay?â carlos asks, eyes darting across his face, âyouâre not usually so-â
he blinks away the tears. âIâm fine.â
carlos persists. âyou can tell me⌠Iâve upset you, havenât i?â
âno,â but his visionâs blurry again, and this time carlos leans in close, and god he smells goodâŚ
âthen what is it?â
the worry he hears in carlosâ voice makes his cock twitch.
charles lets his eyes wander of their own accord, down to his lush bottom lip, biting his own in contemplation. his eyes flash up to meet carlosâ - and he gathers the courage to do what heâs been wanting to for longer than heâs cared to admit.
he leans in, his eyes open and wanting, and he sees the way carlosâ own eyes grow bigger and more beautiful, if possible.
he doesnât know who moves first, but one second heâs wondering what Carlosâ mouth tastes like, and the next, heâs floored by the reality of it - the softest, most delicate press of his lips, a kiss that feels at once too tender and powerful, sweeping him away in an all-consuming tide.
his knees go weak, but Carlos has his arms around him in a second, holding him close as the kiss between them spirals into madness like his heartbeat. he threads his fingers through Carlosâ hair and canât get enough of the slide of his tongue against his.
I love you, he wants to say, with his words, but itâs too dangerous, like smashing into barriers, unsure if heâll come out alive.
Instead he says the words with the way he tears off Carlosâ clothes and his own, his hands raking eager paths along his taut muscles, the movements of his body under Carlos as he grows warm and pliant in Carlosâ bed, tangled in sheets and each other, and by the end heâs gasping in tune to Carlosâ groans, trembling at the way Carlos mouths at his skin, chasing the mottled pink blush that spreads across him freely.
He grips the bunched up muscles along Carlosâ back, and tightens up against him, feeling the achingly delicious way Carlos fills him, floods him - so full, so hot.
They hold each other, dazed, silent except for their harsh breaths against each other. Carlos kisses his forehead, and he closes his eyes and tucks his face into his chest.
If he was afraid to lose Carlos before⌠he doesnât know how to face the impossible notion of giving him up, now that he knows what Carlos tastes like, how good their bodies feel together.
He curls up against him and hopes against hope that he never has to let go of Carlos - ever.
He falls in love in the span of a single afternoon - with the sun bronzing over his face, and the tufts of hay that scratch him as theyâre shoving them into the bee hotel that Seb has them build together. Charles has to shove away the thought of nesting with Carlos, because that isnât a future thatâs in store for him - since heâs pretty sure Carlos doesnât swing that way at all. Â
He keeps himself in check for as long as he can, paint splattering when he tries to decorate the wood with a stripe of yellow, and swearing not to lose his mind when Carlos brushes by him, impatiently edging in his own smear of black paint and messing up his careful placement. He doesnât even think to get angry - because Carlosâ scent is almost drug-like, and he grins with so much goofy, light-hearted energy that Charles just canât bear to be annoyed with him at all. And when Carlos touches him and gets way too close in his personal space - Charles has to remind himself to breathe - to not lose his head. There are cameras everywhere. He has to be careful.
He ought to get a prize, really, for how he manages to keep it together, even when Carlos puts his face near his and they take a photo for promo⌠and itâs all he can do not to lean just a fraction of an inch to his right to brush his cheek against Carlosâ enticing stubble.
But he falters, once, when Carlos teases him, âyouâre doing great, honey,â and he has to laugh awkwardly and wave it off as smoothly as he can, when really his heart is beating a thousand miles per second and all he wants to do is to hear Carlos say those words to him when theyâre in the privacy of their own room, away from other people, or when theyâre sharing a podium together and thereâs champagne fizzing all over his face⌠or when heâs on his knees, perched between those thighs, begging Carlos for a taste.
He hopes Carlos doesnât notice the blush that surfaces on his cheeks - but of course he does.Â
When the cameras are turned away, Carlos leans in and brushes his mouth against the delicate shell of his ear and whispers, âI think we have a visitor.â
Charles blinks up into Carlosâ beautiful eyes, dumbfounded and ready to burst into an awkward giggle, when Carlos gestures to a little stray bee that has landed on the edge of a wooden panel, crawling towards the little stack of hay that theyâd earlier put in.
âItâs all alone,â he says, noticing the occasional flutter of its glassy wings, the yellow pollen dusted all over its tiny body.Â
Carlos tuts. âNo - look.â And just in time, another bee flits in, taking its place beside the first one and brushing gently against it - much like how Carlos is pressing against him now. He looks up into pretty, glossy eyes, so full of mirth and mischief and tenderness (for him, maybe?). Carlos beams at him proudly. âOur first couple in our bee hotel.â
Charles giggles - he canât help it. âHow cute.â
They watch as the two bees crawl all over their newfound space, wings aflutter, buzzing in sync. They sip at the little droplets of nectar on offer, and shiver against each other when their wings touch, but the sensing is clear - they like each other, and theyâre happy to share this space equally.
Carlos shifts closer to him, his arm brushing his, and Charles does not have the strength or will in him to pull away from the warmth that radiates off Carlos.
It must be his imagination - theyâre not near any of the hives that Sebâs set up, but thereâs the sticky-sweet scent of honey that hangs faintly in the air - a smell that Charles will forever associate with love, love, love.
Ivy!!!
âWe should probably leave, before we start a scandal.â is so perfect for charlos! They are sooooooo close to kissing on camera đ The scandal is fast approching đŤŁ
i can fix him (no really i can)
{carlos sainz x charles leclerc}
loved this prompt, ant â¨đ i made a tiny edit of the original words - hope thatâs okay!
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Charles is careful - so very careful. He pulls up his jacket collar to hide the mouth-shaped bruises that Carlos had left on him and made sure every single button and zip was done up before he left his driverâs room. He did not walk beside Carlos to their interview, and did not so much as glance his way so that, well, they looked exactly like normal, platonic teammates who were certainly not spending their free time kissing or touching or fucking.
Carlos, however, was careless.. stupidly careless. But as with everything he did - even his carelessness was kind of sexy.
He did not bother to hide that single, incriminating bite mark that hadnât quite faded, imprinted on the base of his neck. Instead of closing his collar modestly, he left it almost obscenely open with buttons undone. Charles could almost see the peek of his chest that he definitely did not want to taste (maybe later). Not to mention that incredibly suspicious stain on his jeans⌠he did not want to think about that, either. And when they were taking turns to be asked questions, Carlos found every excuse to put a hand on his shoulder, to shove him more aggressively than the situation warranted - to brush their thighs together as he settled in closer to him on the couch. Even the interviewer was starting to grow a little uncomfortable - staring distractedly at their lack of personal space, at their ease and familiarity with touching each other.
Barely ten minutes in, their filmed interview is paused for a moment, as a director calls for an assistant to help adjust Charlesâ mic on his shirt. Carlos just smiles and turns to him, his hands already drawn to the errant little black clip-on by his collar. âLet me.â
Charles hides his nervousness with a laugh. âSuddenly youâre an audio engineer.â
Carlos winks at him. âOnly for you, darling.â
Charles is pretty sure he blushes. He does not know how to stop the swell of his heart, the rising heat of his cheeks. He wants to swear. He wants to smile. Fucking careless fucker.
Carlosâ hands linger, and Charles can see the moment Carlosâ eyes dip down to the hickeys he can definitely spot from his vantage view, peering down Charlesâ shirt with an open survey that would be leery if it wasnât so⌠hot.
The image that flashes in his mind is instinctive and erotic - it hits Charles that this is the same way Carlos was looking at him barely twenty minutes ago, with his mouth wrapped around his -Â
âAll fixed,â Charles says, a little too quickly, with something like panic filling his chest. He shoves away at his hands, resisting the urge to think about where theyâd been on his body earlier that day. âCarlos. You can stop.â
Carlos lets his gaze drift lazily back up to his face. âPerhaps we should stop, before we start a scandal.â He wags his eyebrows, and Charles wants to punch him. Kiss him.
The word hangs in the air - stupid, ridiculous even. Itâs rich, coming from the man who nearly stripped his shirt off when Charles was tasked to draw him, who called them a literal couple on more than one occasion, and had moved to unzip his jacket at a photoshoot when he knew Charles was not wearing anything underneathâŚ
Theyâd done way worse things in the past - and surely this innocent little fixing of the mic was too far-fetched to be labelled a scandal.
Surely.
The interviewer laughs brightly, and Charles blinks at the shrill sound. The moment of hazy want snaps back into sheer normalcy (or as normal as it can feel with Carlosâ thigh against his). The facade that Charles is always so very careful to maintain settles back into its neatly-tucked in edges - smoothed out, perfectly wrinkle-free.
He darts a quick glance at Carlos, who gives him that smug grin and dreamy, bedroom eyes that make him squirm in his seat.
Well. Maybe just one, Spanish-shaped wrinkle he will never get rid of, no matter how hard he tries.
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There's definitely been a shift after the summer break, especially on Charles' part đ what happened Charles, did you like have some sort of sudden realisation?
Anon, you are so right! Charles has been throwing longing stares and heart eyes at Carlos like crazy since summer break, it's crazy. It's making me go insane.
Like. What is that?? This is not how you look at a teammate! Charles, get a grip (please don't, I am living for this!)
Something happened during summer break. My theory is that they did meet during the summer break (was it planned or not, I don't know, but something happened in the south of France đ), they fucked (for the first time) and Charles is now obsessed with that man. And it shows.
Here's a little something for you...
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They meet in the south of France.
Except for a few texts and one or two silly memes, they haven't been in contact much during the summer break. A like on an Instagram post here and there, keeping up with the other through social media. Kinda. Realizing they are not far from each other and yet they haven't planned to spend a single day together.
They spend enough days together working. This is summer break. This is for fun.
Still. They do meet. Somewhere in the south of France. In a private yet crowded club. Neither wanted to go, dragged by their friends. And yet here they are. Catching eyes from across the room.
Carlos wiggles his eyebrows. Charles giggles.
They go back to their friends.
They meet again later at the bar.
"I didn't know you would be here."
"They dragged me here, it wasn't planned."
They shout over the loud music and the alcohol slowly settling in their veins.
They go back to their friends again. They meet up again later. Much much later. In the bathroom. By accident.
Charles sways (drunk) and collides with Carlos' chest. Carlos laughs (too high, too loud, too drunk).
"Missed me this much, Lord Percival?"
"Maybe," Charles mumbles in Carlos' collar.
Carlos' shirt hangs open almost all the way down. There's only one or two buttons still attached.
"At this point, you should just take it off," Charles slurs.
(Or at least, that's what he is trying to say.) His alcohol-addled brain cannot really form sentences anymore. So he mumbles a few words then proceeds to rip the last two buttons on Carlos' shirt and opens it wide over the expanse of his muscled chest.
"Charles," Carlos groans. In warning. In lust.
But Charles barely listens, hypnotized by the glistening skin of Carlos' stomach, reaching a hand to trace the lines on Carlos' abs. He draws a shiver out of his teammate, a strangled moan, and a visible bulge in his pants.
Charles' mind buzzes with alcohol and the heady feeling of getting this kind of reaction from Carlos. It's exhilarating. He wants more.
He puts his hand on Carlos' crotch. Carlos pushes him back, slamming him back against the bathroom door.
"Charles," he whispers. Another warning.
He sounds wrecked, shaking with desire, rendered helpless from a single touch from Charles. Charles feels all too powerful. He needs more.
"Don't play with me," Carlos says.
"You want this?"
A nod. A step forward. One of them (Charles doesn't remember who) has the presence of mind to lock the door. The click is loud even with the music blasting from the club.
They are alone and Charles' hands are all over Carlos' body, eliciting all sorts of reactions from him and reveling in them all. The power he has over him is heady.
Carlos kisses him, messy and hungry.
Charles' hand slides into Carlos' pants, his fingers wrapping around a hard and leaking cock. Carlos gasps.
It's so so exhilarating.
He gets closer, his pelvis grinding against Carlos' hip as he strokes faster and faster. He drinks in all the little gasps and moans that escape Carlos' mouth. He bites on that plump bottom lip as Carlos exhales and comes right into Charles' palm.
"Charles..." he shudders.
Charles comes in his pants.
.
Charles wakes up the next morning, in his bed, with a headache pounding like crazy inside his skull. The nausea is strong but the dawning feeling as he remembers the previous night is stronger.