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pierre's pendant, f1 movie red carpet grwm

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have deduced that carlos's yacht, as shown in the monaco dontblink, is this one. actually the one photographed on that page is literally his, it says fifty five on the back. and charles's as shown in dts is this one (it's named monza) but he was yachtposting a while ago so maybe he has a new one. my researches <3

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wip wednesdayyyyy and i have a DIFFERENT wip today. not one of the other five wips i should be working on. this is fine sometimes one must succumb to the visions. enjoy the opening to omegaverse charpierlos

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They're out on Charles's boat—just the three of them, a rarity these days. Carlos can navigate so it works out. This isn't something any of them want others to see.

Pierre suns himself on the deck, feeling the boat rock gently beneath him. It’s a new yacht. Charles bought it with the money from his new contract. All the surfaces are still blindingly white, dazzling, unreal. He’s lying on the bow, on the oasis of cushions situated there, a blue-striped cotton sheet tossed over the leather. A seagull cries out, high above in the dome of the sky. Wind gusts across the surface of the murmuring water, bringing him the smell of the sea, strong and vivid. Something else alongside it, mixed in, sweet and creamy—

A shadow passes over his closed eyes and stays there.

Not the smell of the sea, then. Charles.

Pierre squints up at Charles, propping himself up on one elbow. The sun is directly behind Charles’s back; shadow obscures his face. Pierre can’t quite read his expression. "Ai," he says, keeping it light, "I was beginning to think you do not enjoy your new boat, you were spending so much time below—"

"Where is he?"

Ah. "He took the tender to get a few things. He’ll be back soon."

Charles tsks, turning away.

The sunlight is back in Pierre’s eyes. He squints, raises an arm to block it out. "He’ll be fine, Charles."

A muscle jumps in Charles’s jaw once, twice. "I don’t understand how you can be so blasé. If it starts while he’s out, I’ll—"

"It won’t," Pierre says. "Come on, he knows not to take risks. He never has. Charles—" he tugs on Charles’s arm. The saltwater scent swirls around him. He still can’t get Charles at an angle where he can see his face, but Charles does at least sit down. "Trust us. This won’t work if you don’t. Yes?"

Charles flicks a look at him out of the corner of his eye. "Yes, yes, of course."

Pierre lets it go. Charles is not telling the truth but that’s fine, he and Charles don’t need to be truthful to each other. They’ve earned the right to lie. Anyway, Pierre can usually tell. He looks away for a moment, across the dazzling crests of the waves. A little black dot detaches itself from the harbor traffic, begins to make its way across the open sea. "Look," Pierre says, pointing it out. "No need to worry."

"No one’s worrying, mate," scoffs Charles, eyes fixed on the form growing steadily nearer.

Pierre nudges Charles with his knee and lies back down, flinging an arm over his eyes. In the dark of the crook of his own elbow, Pierre can almost taste him, salt and sweet together. They’re both still, aside from the light rock of the waves. Time stretches, contracts; he’s not sure if it’s ten minutes or an hour later that he hears a familiar but distant voice, shouting.

When he dares open his eyes into the blinding brilliance of the sunlight, Charles is already gone.

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hello.. very curious about your 2a1o tag if you’d care to share

YES HELLO SO it stands for 2 alphas 1 omega. there's this prompt on the kinkmeme

and i have been rotating it for a while bc like obviously yes im interested in something where carlos gets pampered but a) i dont want to write galex as alphas; b) the mildly fraught carlandosc situation is not really the vibe for me on this one. and then the concept of carlos/charles/pierre hit me.

so like here's the gist. carlos and pierre were assigned heat/rut partners as red bull juniors and it was like functional and chill as an arrangement so they kept doing it. nobody outside team 55 and like the red bull junior program know carlos is an omega, he's been very good at keeping it locked down. carlos had a breakthrough heat before the start of the 2024 season for obvious reasons and charles was there. now charles has invited himself to the carlos/pierre Let's Get Through Our Cycles Together annual yacht weekend and is SEETHING that pierre did not tell him about this arrangement at any point in the past decade (pierre literally had NDAs). cue the scenarios !!!!

i have maybe 50 words of this written but i love making charles maximally insane so i have Hopes For It.

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have not forgotten my neglected child 2a1o although i did go through a crisis of confidence about her. that's over now though thank god. here's an excerpt that i liked for fingers in his mouth friday 💖

A surge of some ugly emotion wells up in Pierre, a feeling he might call jealousy or possessiveness if he had the right to be jealous or possessive over Carlos. My omega, says something deep in Pierre’s hindbrain. He watches Carlos’s eyes flutter shut, eyelashes trembling against his cheekbones, as Charles slowly rocks his thumb in and out of the tight ring of Carlos’s lips. When Charles removes his thumb altogether, Carlos makes a little whine, agonized and wanting. He looks up beseechingly at Charles, eyes glazed, mouth already wet. Pierre can see that Charles is hard in his shorts. Carlos too. The moment stretches out, elastic, disconnected.

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line that will not fit into this fic tonally but which is nevertheless spiritually informing the whole thing: "we're ferrari drivers! of course we speak italian in bed!"

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wip wednesday in the 2a1o mines. it has a real title (to be revealed) and a more or less real outline (yikes) and an unfortunate estimated word count (20k godspeed to me) and i might even get serious about a posting date #goalsetting (end of summer break)

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"Thank you," Pierre says. Carlos nods but doesn’t leave, just stays in the doorway, picking at his elbow in the nervous way he does when something’s unsettled him. "All good? Charles didn’t pressure you into letting him come?" The question slips out before he means it to, his instincts getting the better of him. Of course Charles invited himself, wouldn’t be told no. Of course Carlos let him.

Carlos stiffens, shoulders tightening. The acrid edge to his scent sharpens a little. "No," he says, but doesn’t elaborate.

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for the wip game—“bite” or “wait” :) - @brushedbymelancholy

YAY this one's from charpierlos omegaverse 💖 little extra context because "don't bite him" is a very short sentence lol

"Charles. Charles," he says, almost shouting down the line. "Charles, one more thing." The stream of filthy Italian cuts off. "Don’t bite him. You can’t. He might ask"—Charles groans again, and Pierre winces—"but don’t."