#piarlewis

[teamnick]

@.alpinef1team Caught in a Ferrari sandwich 🥪😅

[lesbianjaxsondart]

“I mean the day-to-days,” Lewis says, gesturing vaguely. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been a newbie, and for as famous as Ferrari is, I don’t really know what to expect…off the track, I guess.” Fair enough. “I don’t think so,” Charles answers. “Everyone is very straightforward here, and as far as the day to days…” it hits him, then, that he’s going to have to explain on the thing. “Um, you will probably see Pierre a lot.”

lessons in italian - my offering before the 2025 season starts.

[forelsketparadise]

[singsweetmelodies]

sooo, dream podium for the french gp 2022: (and no, i do not care that it's unrealistic. that's why it's called a dream, dammit)

🥉 pierre gasly

🥈 sir lewis hamilton

🏅 charles leclerc

[lesbianjaxsondart]

well, i just think

lewis rocking up to charles' driver's room after the race to check in on him and debrief or whatever only to see pierre is in there, and they're kind of obviously In The Middle Of Something in that charles is halfway into pierre's lap

and he's like ha, i guess i'll come back later, but pierre is like non, wait, lewis and lewis stops and charles and pierre give each other A Look and are like do you. want to join us

and of course lewis is thrown because like, what. but pierre says it again: you should join us, we were just...talking about the race. said with the barest hint of a smirk. charles is blushing but he's also not looking away from lewis' gaze.

anyway, they Debrief. and it's great.

[forelsketparadise]

[lesbianjaxsondart]

Pierre/lewis/charles + photographer and models (private shooting maybe 👀)

"No, no, no," Lewis murmurs, stepping so much closer than Charles anticipated, fingers immediately on Pierre's chin, tilting his head up like--like he's a mannequin, a posable doll--and Pierre is just letting him. "I need your head like this, Pierre...this shoot is about the way the light hits your face while Charles--" he takes Charles' hand forcefully, lifts it to press flat against Pierre's jaw, "is shadowy and haunted, like Black Swan." His palm is warm, so warm, against Charles' knuckles: he shivers, and Lewis locks eyes with him, gaze becoming unreadable as he continues, voice almost a full octave lower, "I want you to be raw."