first artwork ever! i've never done anything like drawing or painting, so it was hard to start, because i had no idea where to. but, despite the fact that all the colours are too light and the hand has been fucked up, i'm quite happy with this. obviously, lots to improve, though.
i saw this post and a fic idea immediately came to mind!
i'm writing a fic where both Max and Charles are promo actors. however, Charles mostly gets cast for sexual ads. Max for ads where there's more of a storyline.
then they get cast together for the same commercial.
it's a rivals to lovers (even though they're not really rivals?? it's more of a dislike ig), lots of banter and tension
sneak peak:
Max will have to teach him how to become attuned to his co-star.Â
So, basically, how to get attuned to Max.
A loud creak of the trailer’s door opening fills the silence.
“Yes, thank you so much for showing me the way!” Charles says to someone, throwing a smile at them before he fully steps into the trailer.Â
“Leclerc! Max informed me you’d be coming by. Don’t worry, I’m almost done.” He moves to put a different kind of powder on Max’s face.
Charles waves his hand. “Oh, please. Charles. And no need to hurry.” It’s accompanied by his signature smile and wink.Â
Max frowns at the blush he sees creeping up on his make-up artist’s cheeks through the mirror.Â
The smile and wink is a combination Max has seen numerous times when knee-deep into Charles content during some embarrassing nights.Â
His frown deepens with the knowledge that that also looks better in real life.Â
Seriously, is there anything that Charles can do that doesn’t make him look good?
“You’re awfully nice. Don’t think I was welcomed like that, was I, Leclerc?” It’s not a question, but an accusation.Â
Their eyes meet through the mirror.
“Is that so, Verstappen?”
Max tries to hold the fierce eye contact, but then his make-up artist says he needs to close his eyes so the make-up doesn’t harm him and his intimidation tactic goes to shit.
ideas, suggestions, questions and whatnot are always welcome!
technically i already posted this work months ago, but my writing style has changed immensely over the past months and i literally couldn't recognize my own work with this one. So, i just went back and edited the shit out of it.
Mine or Yours? - 1/1 - 3,233K
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He picks it up. “This is my charger.”
Then Lando takes a good look around the room and realises just how much in the room is actually Lando’s.
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