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Piarles Winter Fic Exchange 2023/24 - The Final Round-Up

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After three months of build-up and two weeks of spectacular fic reveals, the Piarles Winter Fic Exchange 2023/24 has finally drawn to its close 💙 Today, it is my honour and pleasure to share with you the results of all of our efforts: an astounding 478 616 words written over the course of twenty-eight brand-new Piarles fics. 🎉

We want to start by saying a MASSIVE thank you to all our incredible creators. You are all so wonderful and so so talented - it has been a delight and a privilege to spend the last few months with you. To laugh with you and to create with you and to share the Piarles joy with you. You are all phenomenal, and we feel so lucky that you chose to spend this time with us. ❤️

I also want to take this opportunity to say a personal thank you to my amazing mod team: @boxboxbrioche, @welightitup, @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson and @river-ocean. Moderating this exchange with you has been a slightly crazy rollercoaster ride, but I couldn't have asked for better people by my side throughout it. Thank you all, for everything!!

Below the cut we have the final round-up of all our 2023/24 Piarles Winter Fic Exchange gift fics. You are in for a real treat - enjoy!!! And don't forget to show the authors some love in the form of kudos, comments, bookmarks and tumblr reblogs 💘

Thank you all so much again.

Love and kisses,

Katie, Briony, Tia, Sol, Logan & River ❤️💙

you and me were raised in the same part of town by @wolfiemcwolferson | rated M | 11.6k words | tumblr post here

A story of two best friends told through the years in the setting of Charles' childhood treehouse.

damage, destruction by @pinkierre | rated T | 6.7k words | tumblr post here

Pierre Gasly doesn’t win the 2016 GP2 title, and thus he stays in the category for another year with Prema. He’s joined for the 2017 F2 season by his long time best friend and fresh GP3 champion Charles Leclerc. What starts as a dream come true, quickly turns into a nightmare. Fast forward 8 years later and they’re teammates again. At Ferrari F1 team. However this time, they hate each other. How will they cope?

Chasing What’s on the Other Side by @espithewarlock | rated E | 15.8k words | tumblr post here

A Mafia AU where Pierre is immediately obsessed with Charles, the newly-introduced romantic partner of his biggest rival, Carlos. He begins dangerously pursuing Charles, they fall into bed together, and his obsession only gets more real the more he learns about Charles’ history. Meanwhile, Pierre is also trying to keep his business running and figure out exactly what his rivals are plotting. There’s something simmering, and he does not like having a target on his back.

model behaviour by @your-littlesecret | rated T | 8k words

Charles isn't sure what he should be doing here - he is not proud to admit he completely zoned out as Camille was explaining - but the gorgeous guy is just standing there and Charles says fuck it and walks to him, extending a hand. "Hi" "Hello. I am Pierre." His smile is almost blinding and Charles feels like he's never seen someone as beautiful in his whole life - which is very fitting, considering he is a model.

change my mind by @chaesonghwas | rated M | 31.8k words | tumblr post here

When Lance drags him to a Drama Club meeting, Pierre doesn't expect to stay for long, but he meets Charles, brother to one of his fraternity's new pledges, and he decide to give it a chance. After all, Charles seems interested in him too - what could go wrong?

Stop the World I Wanna Get Off With You by @crimsonicarus | rated T | 2k words

It was easy with Charles, talking, spending time, being silent. It felt natural, like breathing. Laughing at his awful jokes came from his mouth effortlessly, like another mother tongue.

five january seconds by @fenesacha | rated E | 8.9k words

Charles' phone is on the counter between them, and Pierre reaches out to tap the screen, waking the device up. He spares one second to look at Charles’ new background, a photo of the two of them in their Christmas jumpers, before he glances at the date. There, not changing no matter how many times he blinks: Tuesday, 2 January. What the fuck.

falling Inn love (five years later) by @gaslybottoms | rated T | 17.5k words 

“American style holiday inn,” Lando reads from the description, squinting at the small font on the screen. “Family owned and run for the last three generations, the All Pine Inn is located deep in the heart of the South Downs, with picturesque views over the rolling hills of the local area. A step back from city life, the local village is a peaceful respite away from the busy day to day. See Charles, it seems perfect." OR Charles takes a trip to the country for the Christmas holidays, and rekindles an old almost romance along the way.

All The Pebbles Along The Way by @shankyspork | rated M | 17k words

Centering around friendship and grief, this fic takes the slow road through life and its meaningful moments, hoping to bring you to the conclusion that belonging is something innate.

all I ever wanted by @golden-fairylights | Not Rated | 8.4k words

When Charles received the email that Prince Pierre would attend his vernissage, he didn't know that by the end of the night, he would have found his soulmate.

Anything you can do, I can do better by @whatdidwejustdo | rated T | 2k words

In which Pierre and Charles are insufferably competitive mechanics for rival F1 teams (Red Bull vs Ferrari) and their friends (Carlos, Alex, and Yuki) suffer. Endless snark, friendship, and references to decades of F1 lore. Or:  "Well.” Pierre’s eyes were sharp and blue. "Have you ever re-assembled Max Verstappen's car in twenty minutes when it was supposed to take forty, and watched him put together a hot lap in the dying seconds of Q2 to make it into Q3 and take pole?" 

let's be what we are by @hourcat | rated E | 46.1k words | tumblr post here

Some weekends go better than others, and the only time Charles sees his best friend is at the post-race afterparties that the bigger teams throw. They’ll clink bottles of gross tasting beer and chat with one of the other drivers relegated off to the side this season, and it feels like they’re the karting kids again. Some weekends, though, Pierre is draped along Charles’ back, all but welded together after an early spin-out ended his day, and Pierre will give him what he needs—what they need. (or: pierre, charles, and the consequences of a lifetime of touch.)

Can I just be in my head with you? by @chipsandnuggets | rated T | 7k words

"Pierrot,” he mumbles without thinking, while he separates for a moment from Pierre, but still keeps some closeness. “Can I have you? At least in my head? Can I have you like this, every time I want, in my head?”  5 times Pierre and Charles desire something plus one they finally do something about it.

Le Cheval Cabré by @moonlight0starlighte | rated G | 24.3k words

Charles, a tortured Michelin star chef, returns home for his father’s passing and discovers the family restaurant has been left to him. Though his grief feels stifling at times, Pierre, his oldest friend, is the light that guides him through it all.

Job 37:6 by @mysticalbreadcollective | rated E | 8.3k words 

Maybe he can pass it off as a drunken hookup. A one-time thing. They can both forget it ever happened and move on. Pierre doesn’t need to remember Charles whining and panting beneath him. He can bury it down with the piece of his heart that Charles owns always.

take my hand (put yours over my heart) by @duquesademiel | rated T | 37.7k words | tumblr post here

Pierre Gasly has been declared Public Enemy Number One after breaking Charles’ best friend’s heart. Which, honestly, makes working in their charity work together just a little bit too awkward. A Christmas box, a lot of charity work, football matches and flower crowns might change Pierre’s status in Charles’ books - with a little dash of fake dating, of course.

hearts in the byline by @ilspredestinato | rated M | 25.6k words | tumblr post here

“You know,” Frédéric’s hands are crossed in front of him, fingertips tightening after every pause, “there is only one thing that brings stability to a Kingdom without it being a marriage.” Charles draws in a sharp breath—he knows, nodding almost imperceptibly once Frédéric falls into a hesitant silence. A courtship.

The Defenders by @justahappycloud | rated G | 30k words | tumblr post here

You showed me colours I can't see with anyone else by @radiocheck | rated E | 9.5k words | tumblr post here

Metropolis, a city for all kinds of people: good people, bad people, and people with special abilities. Pierre, alias Blue Arrow, considers himself a special person. With the ability to fly like a bird and bend the toughest of materials at his will, he has decided to use these gifts to protect the city he loves. But what happens when a new threat arises that could destroy everything he'd ever loved? To prevent this, Pierre joins a group of other three heroes and an unlikely ally so that they can maybe, hopefully, save Metropolis from the claws of this new powerful villain.

“I really thought you didn’t like me, you know,” Pierre muses. “You were always so… defensive.” Charles smiles thoughtfully. There are small dimples in his cheeks and his hair falls softly over his forehead as he glances down at the table before replying. “It was never that. I think I was afraid I would like you too much, if I let myself.” In which Pierre falls for his roommate's best friend, Lando is never where he's supposed to be, and Charles is a dream in technicolour.

show me who made you walk all the way here by @yukierres | rated M | 36.5k words | tumblr post here

Pierre is being blackmailed by a former lover into coming out, but risks losing his seat at Ferrari if he does. Charles is a prince who is forbidden from coming out until he has a long-term partner. The solution seems so obvious. Pretending shouldn't be that hard, right? Right?

still waking every morning (but it's not with you) by @river-ocean | rated T | 6.5k words

Charles loves being an actor. It’s what he has always felt was born to do. But he hates that it means that he has to spend so many days of the year away from the people he loves the most. He hates that even though he technically lives with his boyfriend, he is still in a de facto long-distance relationship most of the time.

anything, everything by @leclercenjoyer | rated E | 5.8k words | tumblr post here 

Pierre and Charles go on a ski trip together, and things don't exactly go as planned. (Or do they?)

They Will Never Know by @effervescentdragon | rated M | 35.3k words | tumblr post here

Most stories are about blood. This story is not an exception. Charles disappeared. As for Pierre, well. Pierre had a very big secret.

Point Non Plus by @boxboxbrioche | rated E | 22.7k words | tumblr post here

brought to Point Non Plus idiom, commonly used in the Regency era 1. to be brought to a situation with no other options. 2. to baffle or confuse someone to the point that they have nothing to say. or: with his reputation in ruins and his options limited, Charles receives an offer from Lord Pierre Gasly that he simply cannot refuse.

like a heart made of dynamite by @vicsy | rated E | 31k words

Maybe all these years they were coming towards each other like a car crash in slow motion. Charles just had to wait for the brakes to fail.

and i long for you to appear by @singsweetmelodies / 17.5k | rated T | tumblr post here

When now-famous actor Pierre Gasly gets himself into a bit of PR trouble, it's up to his childhood best friend to step in and save the day. Thankfully, Charles is an expert public relations manager... the only question is if he'll be able to stop his feelings getting in the way when he finally sees Pierre again after all these years.

hold me in this wild, wild world by @fenesacha & @gaslybottoms | rated T | 2k words

Cross-country skiing isn't Pierre's forte. While he managed to stay upright during their earlier outing, it's done little to shake off his aversion to the sport that Charles seems to love so much - or, rather, his aversion to winter as a whole.

[chaesonghwas]

how could i leave you (without a chance to try?)

fic - WIP // playlist

Pierre and Charles have somehow lost their way. Between World Championships and an impending retirement, their once solid marriage feels wobbly. Feat: meddling George, competitive tomfoolery, and alphabet dating all over the world.

HELLO EVERYONE! WELCOME TO THE 2024 SEASON! 💖 @duquesademiel @wolfiemcwolferson and I have made this wonderful fic and will be updating it before every race, so we hope you join us for this ride 🫶🏽

[river-ocean]

it was kitten in the stars

18.7k | Explicit

read it on ao3 here

“It’s not as if you could give birth for your cat, you know?” “No, yeah, but I could have been there for her and…” he mumbles, as guilt starts to flow back to his hazy brain. “Maybe I should go back, be done for the night,” he says, suddenly. “No!” all of his friends chorus. “It’s your birthday, mate.” “Yeah, you’re not even that drunk.” “And when you do leave, you have to leave with someone,” his friend insists, and everybody toast their glasses up in the air to that.

Charles' cat is pregnant and goes into labor in the middle of the night. Good thing the guy he was planning on hooking up on his birthday is a vet.

a fluffy little getting-together fic for our dearest @boxboxbrioche <3 since you helped @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson, and i find each other, it was only fitting for us to write something together for you. we hope you have the happiest birthday, love.

[welightitup]

your wish is my command, so:

piarles prompt: charles noticing how much healthier and happier pierre looks in alpine ❤️💙

Hi Katie ❤️💙

Thank you for sending me this as a prompt on here - and for the corresponding gifs 🥰 They helped me stay focused, truly hehe. I hope this is kinda what you were looking for (I can't remember what we discussed really but I think this was the jist of it :P)

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Winter break is meant to be the time where they can let go for a little while and just be themselves. They spend time with their friends and family, celebrate the holidays with loved ones, and fit in a bit of extreme training. At least in Charles and Pierre’s cases, even if one heads to the heat and the other to the cold.

But with winter testing only two weeks away, it's time for them to reluctantly get back into their regular training schedule. And that includes their diets, working out, and - as Charles stands in front of his bathroom mirror - grooming.

Not that it's essential in the grand scheme of things, but he likes a routine and it’s easier to follow something that pays off in the long run. Such as shaving off his winter stubble which will irritate the hell out of him once he’s pulled on his balaclava in the desert heat.

He’s taking the razor very carefully down his jawline when a pair of arms slip around his waist, warm and slightly damp from the shower.

“Why are you shaving?” Pierre asks, sounding almost offended.

“I have to. You know I get annoyed, and then you get annoyed that I’m annoyed,” Charles reminds him. It’s a predictable event; the sweat from the heat will irritate his skin, which will lead him to scratch endlessly at his face, leaving him with red marks and an eventual breakout of spots. Throughout it all, he will complain loudly about it to Pierre.

Who’s answer is always to “just shave”, in complete contrast to today.

“But you’re keeping the rest of it?” Pierre checks as he noses gently at Charles’ bare shoulder, droplets of water that had previously been clinging to his hair falling onto his dry skin and working its way down his chest until it meets the towel around his hips.

“For now,” Charles replies, huffing when he tries to tilt his head only to bump into Pierre’s. Knowing telling him to move would only keep him there longer, Charles sighs instead and lowers his arm to gaze at the reflection of the top of Pierre’s head in the mirror. “What about you?”

Pierre rubs his cheek playfully against Charles’ neck, the rough hair of his beard ticklish and eliciting a giggle out of him at the action. There will be a questionable mark there once he’s dressed, but given the nature of their relationship, Charles is sure this is probably the most innocent reason for it.

That is until Pierre starts to press kisses to the column of his neck before nuzzling in. Usually, the sweet gesture would warm Charles, but recently he has learnt that Pierre does it a moment before he carefully bites at his skin, nipping until the bruise forms within the beard - and the newly formed moustache - burn.

“Stop!” Charles tries to chastise, only to come out with a bubble of laughter instead. He feels Pierre laugh against his shoulder as he slowly retreats, keeping his lips pressed against Charles’ skin even as he peers up with his striking blue eyes to catch his own through the mirror.

“Hmm, I think I’ll keep it,” Pierre eventually answers his question. Charles raises his eyebrows without thinking, surprised at his words. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Charles quickly replies, schooling his features to look more neutral with a softer smile. 

It’s not that Charles has anything against the moustache that Pierre now sports, a new addition that Charles only got to see with his own two eyes after they had returned from their independent winter training. But rather the fact that Pierre has chosen to grow one now, the moment he is free of AlphaTauri and Red Bull, when he has failed to do so in the entire time they have known each other.

Which, Charles knows Pierre would deny if ever asked, he can now tell were directly related. It isn’t a secret how much of a toll driving for either team had taken on Pierre, physically and mentally. If it wasn’t the subpar car, then it was the borderline abusive treatment in the top team, and the absolute disregard to his health.

So, regardless of Charles’ personal thoughts about Pierre’s new found ability to grow even more hair, the reason behind it is what reassures him that moving to Alpine will benefit more than just Pierre’s career, and that’s enough reason for it to stay.

Well, that and the way Alpine and its owner and Team Principal seem to absolutely adore Pierre, and have put him at ease, making the transfer as seamless as possible. 

Not to mention the new personal coach who no longer keeps Pierre on the strictest diet Charles had ever seen, or insists on the horrid glucose monitor that had started endless fights between the two of them.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts to focus on the present instead, Charles shrugs instead and laughs when the movement unsettles Pierre from his position. “It’s just different, that’s all.”

“You like it though,” Pierre states confidently. Charles rolls his eyes even though his words do actually ring true.

“I like you,” Charles retorts, avoiding the question and further inflating his boyfriend’s ego. The internet has already done wonders for it as it is without him having to add to it. “The extra facial hair is just a bonus.”

“Uh-huh,” Pierre merely hums, smirking. He steps out from behind Charles and to his side, running a hand over his chin and tapping at his mouth dramatically for a second. “I like it. I’m going to keep it.”

“Okay. As long as you’re happy,” Charles tells him earnestly, because at the end of that day, that is all he ever wants for him.

“I am very happy. And I will be even happier once we go get some lunch,” Pierre tells him. The mere mention of food after the gym session they had had that morning is enough to set Charles’ stomach rumbling almost instantly.

Charles raises his razor once again, intent on finishing up with his shaving before he forgets and heads out with an asymmetrical look that will somehow end up on social media in seconds. 

“You still want to go to the café by Maman’s salon?” It’s a small shop with a limited menu, but they have been going there since they were kids who were rarely allowed to be left alone for more than 15 minutes at a time.

“Yes, always,” Pierre says before pressing a soft kiss to his already-shaven cheek.  “I am starving. Hurry up, okay?”

Grinning, Charles nods. “Okay. Two more minutes.”

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It's barely hitting midnight but they’re already in bed, intent on adjusting their circadian rhythm to match their on-season schedules, and not stay up until 4am out partying. Or playing Call of Duty. Or having sex. 

They hadn’t had much of a busy day outside of their morning gym session and dinner with his family, which is likely the reason why Charles is still laying awake whilst Pierre has already succumbed to sleep. It is usually the other way around, with Pierre spending the time before bed catching up with his social media or text messages whereas Charles is asleep the minute his head hits the pillow.

At least it gives him the chance to take Pierre in as he sleeps; an opportunity he rarely gets.

Twisting into his side, Charles mirrors Pierre’s position so he can see him better. 

He looks peaceful, is the first thought that comes to Charles’ mind. Brow smooth, eyelids still, and the ghost of a smile curving at his lips. It is a far cry from the uneasy restlessness and nightmares Charles has witnessed over the years. The days of insomnia, the dark eye circles, and the endless number of fitful nights when sleep finally did come. 

Reaching out, Charles skims his fingertips over the side of Pierre’s face, just allowing the grown hairs to prickle at his touch. Pierre’s nose scrunches up adorably at the action, and Charles grins at the instant reaction. 

Trailing his finger down Pierre’s nose instead, he watches as it twitches slightly before smoothing out. He nuzzles gently into his pillow, lips parting in a soft sigh as he does so. 

Charles can’t help but to shift closer, moving his hand down as he minimises the space between them. Brushing over Pierre’s shoulder, Charles once again breathes a sigh of relief when his exploratory touch doesn’t find the foreign, plastic circle that had become a reluctantly familiar protrusion pressing into his palm whenever Charles had reached out for Pierre by the bicep. It had even gotten to the point where he would actively avoid grabbing at his upper arms, unknown as to which would be wearing the glucose monitor, and knowing he could never adjust his response to finding it quick enough for Pierre to not see. 

Subconsciously having started to dig his fingers into Pierre’s arm at the memory, gripping onto him as if to keep this version with him - the relaxed, happier, healthier version - even though there is no current threat to take him away from him, Charles isn’t surprised when Pierre starts to stir. 

“Shh, go back to sleep,” he murmurs, rubbing his hand along the length of his arm and eventually landing on his chest. He can feel rather than see Pierre inhale deeply; a sure sign that he is more on this side of awake than not. 

“Why are you feeling me up?” Pierre asks, slurring slightly with the fog of sleepiness, and yet still managing to insert a hint of humour to his words. 

Scowling though he is sure Pierre cannot make it out through his heavy blinks, Charles scoffs and shoves him in the chest. “I am not! Shut up and go back to sleep.”

“No, no. I’m awake now,” Pierre says, a smirk tugging at his lips when his eyes finally meet Charles’ in the dimness of the bedroom. “What were you doing?”

“Cuddling you,” Charles lies, making a show to grab at Pierre’s wrist to lift his arm and place it over his own waist to cover up. 

“Hmm, okay,” Pierre hums, unconvinced but playful. He leaves his arm where it now lays but allows his hand to wander slowly south until Charles raises an eyebrow at his obvious move.

“Now who’s feeling who up?” Charles asks dryly, huffing when Pierre merely uses the hand that is now resting on his ass to pull him further into him.

Pierre copies his actions and raises his own eyebrow at him. “You want me to stop? It doesn’t feel like you do,” he says pointedly before shifting his hips exaggeratedly to emphasise Charles’ natural bodily reaction to Pierre’s crudely sensuous touch.

Trying to bite back the smile that threatens to break out on his face, Charles settles for a glare that carries no heat whatsoever and only lasts for a couple of seconds before breaking. He’s never been able to resist Pierre’s advances, and especially not whilst he is smirking at him with one perfectly shaped eyebrow arched.

“I love you,” Charles says in between silent giggles, pressing his forehead against Pierre’s, who laughs softly at his confession.

“Wow, I haven’t even done anything yet,” Pierre teases, laughing harder when Charles groans and tries to roll away.

“You’re the worst, Pierre. I’m telling you I love you and you just laugh at me,” Charles grumbles half-heartedly, not even fighting Pierre when he keeps him in place.

“I love you, too,” Pierre replies placatingly, before adding, “And I always laugh at you.”

Sighing, Charles settles back into his pillow and observes Pierre closely. “You laugh a lot more nowadays,” he notes lightly.

Pierre nods, the smirk transforming into a gentle smile instead. “Things are a lot better now.”

“A lot lighter, yes? Freeing?” Charles checks.

“A lot brighter,” Pierre assures him with a gentle squeeze around the waist. 

Charles is under no impression that Pierre doesn't understand how much it means to him to see him do so much better now he has officially left Red Bull clutches. He doesn’t need to say the words for him to know how important of a factor the move to Alpine has been in the overall scheme of things.

“Good. It will be a good year for you, I can tell,” Charles informs Pierre, leaving no room for argument with his adamant tone. It brings out another bout of silent laughter from Pierre.

“You can, can you?” Pierre asks suggestively, shifting to lean up ever-so-slightly onto his elbow and hover over Charles. He slips a leg between Charles’, brushing his toes against the sole of his foot that makes him squirm more from the tickles than the intimate position they’re in. “Can you tell what’s going to happen to me now?”

“You will crawl under the covers and push me onto my back,” Charles states confidently even in his breathless voice.

“Sounds more like a demand than a prediction,” Pierre laughs but follows through nonetheless, using his weight to slowly roll Charles onto his back. “You’re right though. I am.”

Charles grins self-satisfyingly into the dark as Pierre crawls down his body and slowly disappears under the sheets, his own smirk stuck in place. 

“I’m always right,” Charles says smugly before all words are stolen out of his mouth by Pierre’s own skillful one.

[delicateglitch]

Me after reading the final chapter of the Piarles sugar baby au

[vicsy]

hello my love 🤍🤍🤍🤍 for the 150 prompts, i’m going to give you three, so you can choose whichever it is that inspires you the most.

16 / 51 / 121

I LOVE YOUUUU 🥰

HELLO SOL MY DEAR

you were probably looking for something more... sweet or happy but I am an evil lil mouse so. It's not what you expected, I think, but I still hope it's good!

Prompt 121. My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes. Piarles, 959 words.

tw for themes of grief and loss, character death BUT NOT REALLY (you know how I am) + slight supernatural elements. again, it's me.

“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes,” Charles laughs breathily, lit up by the setting sun. 

He is telling the truth. It's hard not to want to be friends with Charles, thus he has many. Charisma, natural charm, you name it; everyone falls for him. It's inadvertent, like Titanic meeting its fate with the iceberg. And it's safe, the warm flock of people Charles calls friends, surrounding him with love and understanding, exhibiting just a dose of healthy jealousy whenever they catch him gushing about Pierre too much. They tease him, it's normal; it's what friends do.

They also ask a lot of questions. 

“You know,” Charles carries on, smiling, splaying his palm over the grass beneath him. It's soft and a bit damp; last night it poured like hell. “They always say, 'Pierre this, Pierre that, when will we get to meet your wonderful boyfriend, Charles?' Maybe they think I just like to keep you a secret from them. That I don't like to share.”

Charles' friends, great as they are, would never survive the PDA. Pierre's hand around his waist, staking his claim; sitting too close and seeking constant proximity no matter the crowd; tugging Charles for an innocent kiss that would turn into anything but. He sought it out as much as Pierre did. Seemed like they breathed in unison, so attuned to each other. Out on the streets or under the covers; Charles felt like the world was filled with magic, real and tangible, and he could taste it in every kiss.

His smile dims. 

Pierre was his; he was Pierre's. Hand in lovable hand, as if someone wrote it into the threads of the universe and tied two ends together, so they'd meet halfway. Fall in love, whatever that was. 

A tragedy, that's what it was.

“I wish they knew you,” he whispers, not in anger. He'd let it go like a sky lantern, up to the sky Charles doesn't lift his eyes to no more. “Most of them would've loved you. Though, I think, you'd tire them too quickly by taking photos of literally everything. And with your jokes. But this would be their problem, honestly.”

Jokes. Charles isn't good at them. His attempt at one falls through the cracks in his soul, ones he can't mend. Tears start to fill the empty spaces  instead, overflowing. Charles can't quite wash the salt from his hands anymore.

Time was never enough. They were never enough. He has it all in vivid details, stashed into the abandoned corners of his mind where it's only Pierre Pierre Pierre; all that's left of him secured as long as Charles draws breath. Each of them hurts, lacerates him from the insides, makes him choke on the memories alone, questioning if it's still worth it. 

To find the answers from an endless void of the universe was futile. Even Charles' stubbornness couldn't bend the laws the life abides to.

All the magic gone, all the color, all the laughter; and Pierre's touch remains like a phantom pain, an ache that's ever-present. Not a year gone by, but for Charles it's an eternity of walking several planes of hell. What took Pierre, he doesn't know; why, he doesn't know. He'd screamed enough but no one answered until silence sank its teeth into him, subduing, all fight seeping away from him like sand in the hourglass.

His grief, Charles wouldn't share, keeping it his prized possession. To the outside world, Pierre still subsists. He is out there, he is, and sometimes Charles can feel him, feel his presence just out of reach, out of the corner of his eye. And he talks about Pierre, keeps him alive with what little flame is valiantly smoldering inside. Fools himself with practiced ease, coming up with reasons to why Pierre isn't home yet, why he hasn't gone to sleep next to Charles yet; why he's missing such an important day. 

“Happy Birthday, Calamar,” he wipes his tears, mustering a wobbly smile. Fishes Pierre's beloved cross from underneath his t-shirt and places a kiss on its glimmering shape, then spares another to his fingertips, pressing them to the headstone; into the name etched there forevermore. His lips still taste like the memory of it. “I miss you every day in my heart.”

Charles doesn't see, when he peels himself from the ground, unsteady and off-kilter, like the first time every single time; he doesn't see, as he walks on a narrow cobbled path, counting his steps, knowing exactly how many it takes to get back to the parking lot. A shadow cowering among the trees, slinking behind an angel statue cut from glorious, black marble. Charles never lets himself turn and look back, afraid to unravel at the thought of leaving Pierre again and again where he's tied to a place, the soil as his home.

But if Charles would find it in himself to throw a careless glance, grief-laden and hollowed, he'd spot that shadow dead on, lurking and waiting, a flash of blue tracking Charles' movements; he'd have trouble recognizing him but there would be no doubt. And if he would divert his course back to where one half of his heart is buried, looking into the distorted figure of a shadow, black like a starless sky, staring back at him, an abyss calling out his name.

Then, Charles would feel the goosebumps strewn across his skin, a shiver lingering in his bones.

Then, he would hear a whisper carried by the wind, a rumble of a voice; a knock on his door from the beyond. 

Soon.

Then, a scratch of claws against cold stone; nothing yet set in it. 

Soon I'll crawl back into your arms, cheri.

[they-call-it-traffic]

Piarles + Christmas jumpers + Live TV

A holidays headcanon for the lovely @thepavementsings ❤ I hope it puts a smile on your face 😘

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Canal+ has invited a dozen of French speaking athletes for an end-of-year prime time show during which they’ll discuss the best sports moments of the year, talk about Christmas traditions and play silly games to entertain the live audience and people watching on TV from home.

Upon arrival at the studios, each guest is given a tacky Christmas turtleneck jumper to wear during the show.

Pierre arrives quite early because Canal+ wants him to record a couple of Alpine related segments. Once he’s done with that, he slips on the red jumper that he’s been handed and keeps busy by chatting with – and charming – every single employee in the building.

When Charles arrives, he beams at Pierre from afar – they haven’t seen each other in two weeks – but he’s quickly ushered to a dressing room in order to put his stuff away and get ready.

Except Pierre won’t have it. Those two weeks have felt like forever, they won’t be alone for another four hours, and Charles looks like a full Christmas feast that Pierre is suddenly craving like he’s never craved anything before. So at the first opportunity, he sneaks into Charles’ dressing room.

Charles doesn’t have time to acknowledge his presence out loud, Pierre is already kissing him senseless, avid and rough. 

Five minutes later, they’re sweating and groaning, bare-chested and their pants down. Pierre is pinning Charles against the wall, sucking and biting his neck, scarring his hips with his nails, and fucking him like there’s no tomorrow. 

Once they’ve caught their breaths, they collect their clothes from the floor and Charles nuzzles his face into Pierre’s red jumper. He inhales deeply and says, “Let’s swap, I want to smell like you tonight.” Pierre has no objection to that, so he puts on the green jumper that Charles has been given. 

They quickly fix their looks – so as to not give their relationship away to the world on live TV – and hurry to go to the room where they’ll be equipped with microphones.

During the show, they’re perched on stools next to each other behind one of the desks. They keep their thighs pressed together and from time to time – when the focus and cameras aren’t on them – they twine their fingers under the table. 

They play the “best friends” part, the one they’ve rehearsed so often it’s now a well-oiled machine. Their families were always super close, they’ve been on holidays together, they’re each other’s favourite person on the paddock, and so on... 

When asked if they have a shared Christmas anecdote, they explain how they once challenged Arthur to climb onto the roof and sneak back into the Leclerc house through the chimney. Their mums stopped Arthur halfway up the ladder and gave them an ear bashing. 

But the memory Charles and Pierre are both recollecting vividly is their private Christmas Eve last year. They had steamy sex under the tree and then spent twenty minutes unsticking ribbons, bits of wrapping paper and pine needles off each other’s clammy backs.

Halfway through the show, the host asks the guests to team up with their “jumper twin” for a pair contest. Charles joins Caroline Garcia who’s wearing red and Pierre joins Martin Fourcade who’s wearing green. 

But when the host displays the pre-made scoreboard on the screens, he realises that something doesn’t add up. “Looks like there’s been a mix-up earlier. Sorry Charles and Pierre, I need you to swap jumpers!”

Pierre doesn’t mind and makes a joke about being forced to wear Ferrari’s colour, but Charles starts squirming and hyperventilating.

Pierre seems to have forgotten about the mess of hickeys he left on Charles’ neck in the dressing room, but they’ve been burning Charles’ skin like ember marks underneath the turtleneck for the past hour. He was relishing the feeling, but now cold sweat is running down his spine. Especially because the host has already hyped up the upcoming change of clothes between the two drivers, the audience is whooping, “You can leave your hat on” is playing, they have to stay on set. 

The carnal way Pierre loved Charles earlier will be exposed on live TV, and probably screenshot, zoomed in and posted all over social media before the game even starts.

Court-circuiting, Charles desperately tries to catch Pierre’s attention in the hope that he’ll come up with a way out of this, but Pierre is too busy rolling his hips and teasing a strip-tease to notice his boyfriend’s distress.

Fortunately, as Pierre pulls up his jumper slowly, he gets stuck and untangled in the wire of his microphone.

A technician signals to the host that they don’t have time for that, so the host tells them to keep their current jumpers – and highly disappoints the audience in the process. “For ten minutes, Charles you’ll be Pierre, and Pierre you’ll be Charles then. You’ve shared everything apparently, I don’t think you’ll have an issue sharing identities!”

The game starts, but Charles remains edgy, struggling to recover from the acute panic he experienced. 

Which results in him dissolving into hysterics in the middle of a challenge. And he can’t stop. Every time he believes he’s managed to calm down, he bursts out laughing again and becomes the most useless teammate for Caroline. But it makes for an even funnier sequence than the host and audience ever expected, so no one minds.

Pierre observes the scene – utterly confused but amused – and tries to tone down the adoration in his gaze as he understands for the umpteenth time that he’s irremediably in love with Charles Leclerc.

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Hic Svnt Leones

Piarles | M | 32.6k Words | for @bsaka7

“What happened to you, Charles?” Pierre asks, and it hurts so much to hear his best friend so lost, so uncertain of who the man he’s facing is. Charles desperately wants to say that he’s still the same boy Pierre grew up with, the same boy who once shared his hopes and dreams and life, but they both know that’s a lie.

Charles is more monster than man these days, and he thinks it's for the best that he and Pierre part ways. Pierre doesn't agree, and tries his best to make sense of it all.

Written as part of the Piarles Winter Fic Exchange 2022.

[trustelplan]

Meet Me In The Hallway ( Stay The Night )

charles x pierre ( nsfw )

when a simple dinner changes into something ... much different .

WARNINGS : SMUT SMUT SMUT , anal fingering, anal sex , gay sex, blowjob, handjob, d/s ish, gagging

an : based off of the piarles date photo .

𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 , a nice night out between friends. Pierre and Charles, chatting about everything as they ate. Charles wearing some black shirt he'd found after his training session, Pierre in his favorite button up, chest slightly exposed due to one of the buttons being undone. The check had been ordered and dinner payed for by the frenchman, despite Charles's complaining. The two moving to the car hand in hand as Pierre took to the wheel.

" you should have let me pay," Charles spoke after a moment, eyes on the blond. His lips turned downward in a small frown. Nose tinted red from the alcohol.

Pierre laughing, eyes not leaving the road until they came to a red light a moment later. They fell on Charles, filled with adoration for him.

" Don't worry about it chéri...", his words gentle and reassuring.

Pierre's crush on the Monegasque was undeniable, and maybe it was the blush, maybe it was the tight shirt but god he wanted to kiss him.

" if you'd like, theres a way you can make it up to me." his mouth moving before he could tell it to shut up. Hands gripped the wheel tighter, body tensing even though Charles didn't know what he meant, there was still time, he could play it off if he wanted to.

" Yeah?" Charles's gaze trained on Pierre , never moving. He held a feeling for his friend, it was a feeling he couldn't describe. He loved Pierre, but he didn't want to be his friend... he wanted something else, something more. He would never tell Pierre, it was just a stupid feeling. he looked away, waiting for the request. Oblivious to the pounding heart that ached for him and him alone.

' I want to kiss you'

' please kiss me '

' I want you Charles, I want you bad'

nothing sounded good enough, nothing sounded right. He was at a loss for words, and his heart refused to let him back down.

" Meet me in the hallway? Midnight, I'll tell you then." Pierre forced out, his voice calm, knuckles white from how they gripped the wheel. He relaxed only once he heard the soft ' okay' leave the brunette's lips .

The men left each other once they got to the hotel, doing as they wished until it was time. Charles stood outside Pierre's hotel room, waiting for Pierre to join him. This seemed ridiculous, some stupid favor for dinner leading to a meetup at a time when they should've been asleep. He focused on the watch on his wrist, he was on time, yet Pierre wasn't there.

12:00

12:01

12:02

it was 12:05 when Pierre finally made an appearance. Charles opening his mouth to speak, only to get cut off.

" I want to kiss you"

The words hanging in the air for a solid moment, tension palpable, wide hazel eyes staring up into blue ones.

Charles spoke first

" do it,"

a whisper, that was all it took before he felt them.

Pierre's lips on his, whisky flavored... addicting.

Flighting for control, lost in each others embrace. Hands gripping at each other, no care to keep their volume low. Parting only when the ice in their lungs became too much to bear

Pierre spoke first , in a low whisper

" stay the night" his words causing Charles to bite back a moan.

Handing Pierre the card for his room, the door right there. The taller of the two pulling them in. door slamming shut and Charles was pushed up against it. Lips caught in another kiss, their eyes shut. Charles tasted of vanilla and god it was irresistible. Pierre found the lock after a moment of fumbling and shut it, finally pulling away. His eyes traveling down his best friend's body.

" Pierrot, pear... pear please" the words came breathily and his eyes returned to Charles's face.

" I know chéri , I know, you've been waiting for me, right?" he smiled, thumb tracing Charles's swollen lips. Mouth parting as his finger was accepted into Charles's mouth, " So, needy calamar" Pierre pulled the hand off, being met with a whine. His cock twitching in his pants, and one look at Charles and he knew that the man felt the same way.

" Sit on the bed, " He said

Pierre stepped out of Charles's way, tugging him forward to get him to understand. Watching his best friend walk forward and sit down, Pierre followed, standing in front of him. He ran his hand through Charles's hair, tugging and forcing him to look up. " You okay to suck me off baby?" he spoke , chuckling as Charles's mouth opened, tongue out. He would, he'd do anything for his best friend... the man he secretly loved.

Pierre undid his belt, taking his shirt off too. Hands leaving Charles's head to unzip his jeans only to find Charles fumbling with them first, he watched in amusement as his jeans were pulled down. The smile was immediately replaced with a groan.

" fuck, Charles-"

his eyes met with the brunette mouthing at his clothed length. Pierre using his hair to tug him away again,  " 'M gonna cum if you keep doing that" he spoke, hearing a soft whimper from the man under him.

Pierre pushing his boxers down, letting his hard dick out, positioning it at Charles's mouth

" There you are chéri, easy" he spoke, droplets of precum dripping onto Charles's tongue as he led his mouth onto the cock. He let go of Charles, watching him trying to do as told... go slow. Taking him in all the way, feeling Pierre's tip hit the back of his throat, causing him to gag around the length. Pierre pulled his head back to make it easier, words of encouragement fell without a thought.

" Such a good boy for me Charles, so good" he groaned, wiping the tears off of Charles's face. The moan that left Charles caused him to groan, vibrations he felt up his whole body. Charles heard the groan and grew desperate, speeding up his movements, moaning helplessly every time he felt the cock hit the back of his throat. Pulling off only to jerk Pierre off, allowing the precum to drip onto his face.

Charles's movements sped up, " Come on Pear, come on, come on me" he spoke, holding his mouth open when he knew Pierre was reaching his peak. The cock being pushed into his mouth as Pierre came, Charles taking it happily. Gagging on the thick liquid that squeezed itself out of his mouth, on his lips and chin. His own dick straining against his pants , his face red and messy with spit, tears and cum.

" So good, so good fuck , " Pierre pushed him back making room to sit between his legs. Fingers wiping away his tears before Pierre leaned down and kissed him. Swallowing the loud moan that left Charles. The noise went right to his dick, starting to harden once more.

Charles kicking off the rest of his clothes as best he could. Pierre's hand wrapping around his leaking cock, pulling away only when he realized just how wet it was. Charles' hips bucked up into his hand, attempting to find some friction. That was until he felt a slap to his leg, " Bad boy, " the frenchman hissed.

" Pear I want , I want you please, I'll be a good boy" he cried out, sat back on his elbows. Looking at Pierre with a pleading expression. Eyes rolling back at the feeling of two wet fingers pushing into him. Pierre going slow until he was sure it wasn't hurting Charles, fingers wet enough to allow him to loosen him enough to fuck .

" I'm okay- please- god , fuck! fuck me!" wantonly moaning at the feeling of being fingered. A loud whine left Charles when the fingers were pulled away.

" Shh, baby stop, i'm going to fuck you now" Pierre spoke softly , running his fingers down Charles' jaw. " I'm going to fuck you.. lay back" he hushed, pushing Charles to the center of the bed. Laying his head on a pillow.

Pierre's cock slowly pressed past his ring of muscles , filling the younger man up. Charles' arms finding his biceps, holding on as a choked sob left him. " Putain- Pierre!" the Monegasque clawing at his arms.

" Shh, Charlo... we have to be quiet" Pierre spoke as he rocked his hips against Charles, pushing his fingers into his mouth. " unfortunately , no one else wants to hear you being a slut for me. " he pressed kisses to the bottom's jaw. It took a few minutes to escalate, Pierre fucking him down into the bed. Watching amusedly as Charles's eyes looked away dazed, drool covering his chin and cheeks. Lazily sucking on Pierre's fingers, the soft moans muffled by Pierre's fingers, further drowned out by the comments that were bitten into his skin.

Pierre chuckled as he wrapped his hand around Charles' hard dick, pumping him until he came. Charles shaking as cum spilling all over Pierre's hand. A choked moan of ' Pear' leaving him when his partner removed the fingers from his mouth.

A satisfied sigh escaped him when Pierre came into him, smiling at the groan he heard.

His fingers ran through the blond waves, pulling him down into a kiss,

" Stay the night?" he asked , twirling Pierre's hair between his fingers

" Of course."

[singsweetmelodies]

you filling my cup (the sun coming up)

Pierre grips the phone hard enough that the plastic case cuts into his fingers. “You're telling me that if Charles doesn't get knotted soon, he could – he could literally die?” Suddenly, the sheer panic in Joris’ voice makes sense. “Why the hell haven't you gotten him to an alpha already?!” Pierre half-yells down the line. “That's the thing,” Joris says, and he sounds more stressed than ever. “He's only asking for you.”

The one where Charles’ drink gets spiked with the omegaverse version of a fuck-or-die drug. (Pierre helps.)

Written for the inimitable @hourcat - happy (very belated) birthday, my love <333

[chaesonghwas]

put your lips on mine (and shut me up)

M / 36,1k

In the F1 influencer community, there is one rivalry that stands above the rest: Pierre Gasly vs. Charles Leclerc. Over the years, Charles has established that he very much does not like Pierre – but when he loses a bet and has to go on a date with him, everything spirals out of control.

HELLOOOOO!!!! @your-littlesecret and i made a chaotic enemies to lovers (based on a true story😅🫶🏽) and we hope you enjoy ittt💖💖💖

alternative cover edits under the cut!!

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I'm not one to need saving but I guess I'll give it a try

a piarles royalty AU ft. prince!pierre and event planner!charles

a very happy birthday to our most beloved @duquesademiel!!!! 🩷🐙🧜🏼‍♀️

happy birthday, sol!!! you are our voice of reason, one of the most brilliant humans i know, and a literal ray of sunshine in our lives. we love you so so much and we had so much fun writing this

you can read the fic on ao3 here

there's also a playlist here

pierre gasly/charles leclerc

40k | rated E

“Hello, Monseigneur,” Charles replies.

Pierre scoffs. “Please just call me Pierre.”

Charles finally takes a moment to look at Pierre. He is clearly very drunk, but even in this state, Charles can see that he is objectively beautiful. His blue eyes are hazy but still bright, and his brown hair is mussed but stylish. Charles thinks he can understand why people would claim to be his soulmate.

OR Pierre finds his soulmate in the event planner that he can't quite stop thinking about.

(a fic by @wolfiemcwolferson and i)

[welightitup]

Home Is Where the Heart Is... (15k words)

“George and Charles?!” Pierre exclaims, with no other context or explanation.

“What about them?” Yuki asks rather calmly, given the situation. But then again, it’s not like he’s affected by it in any way or form. That’s been reserved for just Alex and Pierre.

“They’re our George and Charles!” Alex adds to the conversation, and he can see the exact moment it all clicks in Yuki’s brain as his pinched features open right up into pure surprise.

“Nooo!” Yuki draws out, arms dropping in shock. “Really?”

aka the New Girl AU where everyone is everyone's exes. Except for Yuki.

Part 1 of the Who’s That Guy? series, co-created with @singsweetmelodies, who also designed the amazing series poster.

For the wonderful @boxboxbrioche​ <3 Happy birthday!

[delicateglitch]

Reading the Piarles kissing fic and listen.. Montreal is gonna be EPIC @singsweetmelodies

[grandprix-ao3]

ohhhhhhh it’s AU CHICFEST TIME !!! i have been working on this fic for fucking ever i am very happy to finally be sharing it <3

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Here's my take on coffee shop AU + Piarles! - ficlet, 600 words -

(No one asked for it, it was self-indulgence 🤷🏻‍♀️😁)

When Charles pushes the door of the coffee shop open, he expects to be greeted by the chime of a tiny handcrafted bell, and engulfed by the smell of warm pastries and freshly ground coffee. He’s never come in before, but whenever he passes by, the frontage gives him a homely vibe, similar to the tea house his grandma owned and ran when he was a child.

Disappointingly, complete silence ushers him in, and the place reeks of bleach. Half the chairs are already turned over on the tables, the lights are dimmed, the background music is off and the food display has been cleared from all items. The room is empty apart from one staff member behind the counter. He’s slouched near the coffee machine, his back turned to Charles, elbows on the worktop, phone in hands.

The plonk of the door closing doesn’t stir any reaction, so Charles clears his throat as he pads forward. ‘Good evening.’

‘Just so you know, I’m locking up in ten minutes,’ the guy deadpans, eyes fixed on his screen.

‘That’s okay, I’m here because I saw the sign on the window. Are you still looking for a barista?’

‘Well, the sign is still there, isn’t it?’

‘Right…’ Charles tenses up, flustered. Nothing pushes his buttons faster than wanton sarcasm and slacking off. The combination of both – added to the fact that the guy still hasn’t granted him a single look – is bound to set a speed record. ‘Is there someone I can talk to about the position? Or is it best that I leave a—’

‘Got any experience?’

‘Spending too much time on my phone, yes. Being a rude dick, not really, but I’m a quick learner.’

Charles bites his tongue as soon as the damage is done – story of his life, really. If that guy is part of the management team, chances are Charles just blew it. Which wouldn’t be the end of the world, most coffee shops are desperate for staff at the moment. But he has no desire to work in another soulless branch of a franchise, and this place is the only independent business he can walk to from his new flat. 

The guy drops his phone, spins around slowly to stand right underneath one of the ceiling lights, and costs Charles a breath and a couple of heartbeats.

His plump lips part and curve into a provocative smile, his eyes are two glinting kaleidoscopes of every shade of blue known to man, and the skin around his stubble probably tastes like the croissants missing from the display. The badge on his chest says ‘Pierre’, but Charles barely registers the information because of the muscles hugged by his black t-shirt around a plunging v-neck. 

He’s devastatingly handsome, he absolutely knows it and Charles hates everything that occurs in the following seconds. He hates how this stranger’s gaze is mentally peeling off his clothes and setting his gut ablaze. He hates that he relishes the sensation. And he hates how the white gold of his engagement ring starts burning his finger, instantly chastising him for half-formed thoughts he’s not meant to have anymore.

‘Alright, smartass.’ Pierre rests his forearms on the counter between them, trying to scroll through Charles’ soul the way he did on his phone. ‘The boss is gonna want to check if those hands are as dexterous as that tongue. When can you come for a trial shift?’

Charles has never been this torn between whacking someone’s face and dragging them into the closest storage room to run his mouth all over their body. Both options trigger an immediate urge to storm out of the shop and yet, he replies, ‘Anytime, I’m flexible,’ which widens Pierre’s wolfish smile.