HEY SO I Need Help To Find This Ao3 Fic Where Charles Was Like A Weapon From Ferrari But Was Manipulated

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I have little prompt! Carlos being really possesive over Charles? Like 'okay, you can talk with (put here other driver's name) but he can't touch you like that'

thank you for the prompt anon <33 i left it in my drafts for too long for no reason which was stupid but it's here already. hope you enjoy <3

Hot jealousy flaring through Carlos' veins was not something he expected to feel on this Friday afternoon.

Usually, all he felt was buzzing in his muscles, because of anticipation and slight nervousness before practice. Carlos always felt a little uneasy. Yes, he's been in Formula 1 for 7 years, but that doesn't change a fact that he would like to be as safe, and pretty much whole, after every second spent in the car.

Now, between the two practices, that take time every friday of race weeks, Carlos does not feel restless or nervous at all.

He's standing, leaned against the Ferrari garage, watching Charles chatting with Pierre animatedly. His arms are flying around, indicating he is talking about something interesting.

Charles only talks like this when he knows the other side is interested and knows he can trust them. He is reserved with people he does not know that well — too keen on keeping his good image. Carlos does not blame him for it. Being a professional athlete, under a scrutizing eye of so many people, takes its toll on you.

His bracelet adorned wrists fly out and Carlos can see Pierre tipping his head back, while he laughs loudly — the high pitched and loud laugh Carlos knows very well, having heard it around paddock too many times.

It means Charles probably said something funny.

Even though Carlos knows people mostly laugh at what Charles says just because he is famous f1 driver, this is Pierre. He never spares Charles with fake laughter or nice words. He is always direct and disses Charles (affectionately) on every occasion he gets.

Many times, Pierre brings up things that make Charles blush so deeply, Carlos thinks the red colour might stay imprinted on his cheeks forever. Often it's something Carlos has no knowledge of happening, but the truth is, Charles is not obligated to say everything that happens or had happened to him in his life before.

Smile spreads across Carlos' face as he watches Charles' body shaking with his signature laugh. He can clearly imagine his scrunched up face with his eyes creasing at the sides and his pearly white teeth peeking from under his lips.

But what Carlos loves the most are his dimples. Deep and present every time Charles widens his lips into a smile. He can't even remember how many times he has run his thumbs across them, pushing the pad of his finger into the little dent on his cheek.

Carlos stops paying attention to the rustling behind him and focuses his full attention on Charles. He knows he looks like a smitten idiot, but after too many articles calling him out for being too in love with Charles, he stopped paying attention. Before, he had been reading all of them.

To be honest, maybe he would read them, if they didn't accuse him of dating Charles only for the racing benefits, which is as far from truth as it could be.

But that is the story for another day.

Carlos' brown eyes track his boyfriends' moves in loving manner, soft smile playing on his lips.

But as fast as his smile appeared, it was wiped off his face just as quickly. Carlos sees as the long slender fingers find their place on Charles' waist, the other hand moving up and down his arm.

Carlos watches the fabric of Charles' fireproofs bunch up on his right shoulder, as Pierre's hand moves the fabric up, more forcefully than intended.

Still leaned against the building, although only by one shoulder now, so he could get a better view on his boyfriend, Carlos' brows furrow even deeper.

He didn't even realize he was doing it.

Carlos is not stupid. He knows Charles and Pierre are friends. Best friends even, but his possessive streak likes to make itself present at the worst possible times.

This probably wouldn't be that much of a problem if it was anyone else, but Charles told Carlos about the fling with Pierre from when they were younger. Cue why he feels so uneasy now.

He is not insecure, no. But Carlos knows how deep bonds with long time good friends can run. He's had his own fair share of it.

Without really acknowledging what he's doing, he's marching towards both of them. Charles has no chance of seeing him, considering he has his back turned towards him.

Carlos hopes at least Pierre will notice him, but no. He only sees French tightening his palm further down on Charles' shoulder.

Pierre notices him last minute, moving away, but not without ruffling Charles' hair in the process. Carlos sends him a death glare, before his arms find their place around Charles' waist.

"Hi," Carlos whispers into Charles' ear, kissing his neck. At first, he only leaves a quick peck at the juncture of his neck, before he moves down his shoulder, his fingers pulling the fabric of the top of his fireproofs away, for better acces.

And god, Charles' skin is so warm and smooth, Carlos want to bury his face into it every day and every minute of his life. He trails soft kisses along his shoulder and back up to his neck, not caring about the photographers "hidden" behind the buildings and the banners around the paddock.

"Ah, hello baby," Charles responds, his hands finding their place on Carlos' forearms. His fingers dance around Carlos' arms, moving up and down as he plays with the hair on his arms.

Carlos nudges Charles' jaw with his nose, wordlessly telling him what he wants from him.

Charles lifts his head with a smile on his face, the damn dimples on both of his cheeks. Carlos connects their lips, kissing him slowly at first, before he deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the seams of his lips and then licking into his mouth.

"Oooh-kay, I think this is my cue to leave," Carlos hears Pierre say, awkward chuckle accompanying his sentence.

The way Charles immediately moves his head away does not sit right with Carlos, but he lets it slide.

It's only Pierre.

After quick – and overly heartfelt goodbye – Charles finally twists in Carlos' hold and puts his arms around Carlos' neck.

"So what was this about?" he asks, smirk on his lips.

"He can't touch you like that," Carlos blurts out, forgoing the stupid excuses like 'i have no idea what you're talking about' or 'nothing'. Charles knows him too well, either way he would figure out something was wrong.

"Pardon?" Charles lifts one eyebrow, but Carlos does not let himself be distracted by that.

"He shouldn't touch you like that. I don't know if you realize how touchy he is, or how close his hands are to your ass, but sometimes it bothers me," Carlos averts his gaze away from Charles' eyes, looking behind him at the green Aston Martin logo couple feet away.

Before Charles has a chance to say something, Carlos speaks up again, "I know it's unfair to say this, but you are mine. I am the only one allowed to touch you intimately. My hands are the only ones allowed to feel every inch of your skin. He runs his hand through your hair, caresses his fingers around your waist and I-" he cuts himself off and squeezes Charles' waist.

Is he overthinking? Probably yes, but he cannot help it.

"Mon beau, I only wanna feel your hands on my body and they are the only ones I need. I know you are a jealous idiot, but I only love and need you," playfull tone in Charles' voice makes Carlos smile and he can't stop himself from pecking him on both cheeks.

"I love you," the kiss they share is heated, but also decent enough for all the cameras following them and peeking from around every corner, "but you are still mine, baby. I will fight everybody and everyone for you. I love you."

"I love you too, mon amour."

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charles/max

your heart, love (has such darkness) | chaptered fic, roman empire inspired fantasy au, enemies to lovers, rated e, 48k [fic post | fanart]

“Who did this to you?“ The question escaped Max in a low growl, sounding more animal than human. Charles’ eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Your men,“ he answered, as if it was obvious. And it was. “No, who exactly?“ Max hissed, “because I ordered them not to hurt you and I will cut their fucking heads off for defying their commands.“ The provinces' war against the empire has been raging for years, but finally, Max Verstappen and his rebel army are close to bringing their enemies to their knees. The dire situation has the empire's most powerful warrior, Charles Leclerc, il predestinatio, running right into Max's arms in an attempt to stop him before it's too late. Max wants the empire's darling for himself, but their relationship is much more complex than that of a villain and hero, king and concubine. Though Charles is chained and collared, nothing is really as it seems.

bare your teeth verse | on-going series, a/b/o drivers au, enemies to lovers, rated e, 3-4k each [fic post | fanart]

part one: see me bare my teeth for you

It has been five years since Max gave Charles his mating bite on a rainy day in Val d'Argenton. Five years of Charles keeping his head down and ignoring it had ever happened. Until the day he set foot in the paddock, freshly signed to drive in F2, his dreams becoming true. Only there is one problem: his mate is too close for his body not to react.

part two: bound with the curse don't want this bubble to burst

Charles has finally made it to Formula 1. But reaching this milestone forces him closer to Max than ever before. On and off the track - they fight, and they clash. Grudging acceptance bubbles over into rage once again after the 2019 Austrian Grand Prix, with Charles on Max's private jet and nowhere to run.

part three: it feels better biting down

Charles has not stepped foot outside of his apartment for the entirety of the lockdown. He has not seen anyone, especially not Max, so he is shocked to find him attempting to break his door down, deep in his rut and desperate to get his hands on Charles. For once, the tables have turned and Max is the one out of his mind with want.

part four: i cut my teeth on people like you

Ever since spending his rut with Charles, Max's jealousy has been going haywire. It doesn't help that their relationship is more strained than ever. Winning his first championship and seeing his omega congratulating his biggest rival instead of him is the final straw.

late night devil (put your hands on me) | one-shot, vampire/priest au, rated e, 5k [fic post | inspo art | fanart]

Welcome to the Halloween Special! “Don’t worry, I’m a priest here at St. Fiacre, you are very welcome. I can call for a doctor in the morning, as well,” Max explained. As he turned towards the man, coming eye to eye with him for the first time he was suddenly struck by the beauty of him. “It is not that, I would love to come in,” the man offered, a shy smile curling over his mouth and creating a set of dimples on its corners. Max tried not to stare. “However, I simply cannot. I am not allowed, so to speak,” he explained. “What,” Max looked at him, eyebrows raised. “Why?” The man flashed a broad smile and Max could not avoid looking. What he saw were fangs.

the world is so much wilder than you think (all the mermaids have sharp teeth) | chaptered fic, siren charles au, get-together, rated e, 22k

Charles' eyes focussed on him, bright green, not in a scary, alien way, but more like the sunlight had caught in his irises, making them appear brighter and more saturated than usual. Only there was no sun. It was the middle of the night. Max felt an itch in his fingers and feet, as if he was being pulled forward magnetically. Charles blinked again, and it was gone. Max sat back on the chair with a grunt. He hadn’t noticed he had been in the process of standing up. “What?” he asked, not even sure what exact question to phrase. “Oh, you know, this is the part where you find out that supernatural creatures exist?”

i'm starving, darling (come and get some) | series, grid slut charles au, rated e, 5k

Well, it wasn’t like he was actively looking at his ass. It just seemed to always be in his line of sight. Like in Baku, when Max couldn’t stop himself from constantly glancing over to where Charles and Checo stood waiting for him to finish his interview because Charles kept dropping things. His racing-driver-instinct-eyes had immediately snapped over to the exaggerated movements in his peripheral vision and he couldn’t even tell what exactly it was Charles dropped because all he could see was a full view of butt in a fire-red racing suit. Max had considered whether he had gone insane and had started hallucinating due to a recent lack of sexual gratification (sue him, but he was a busy man) and Charles’ proximity and relative attractiveness (it was off the charts). And now this. Max was finally, thoroughly convinced. He’s doing this on purpose, he thought. His phone pinged with a message.

called to the devil (and the devil said hey) | one-shot, charles goes to red bull au, get-together, rated e, 16k

Charles joins Red Bull in 2025 in the hopes of finally winning the championship in a reliable car. Max is a suspiciously supportive teammate. Or: Max Verstappen's very secret retirement plan.

charles/max/carlos

hot in it (no stopping it) | series, grid slut charles au, threesome, rated e, 5k

14:43 [from Max Verstappen] [image attached] come over and bring a long pair of pants for charlie Carlos opened the message to view the picture and had to suppress a groan, lest the mechanics next to him would suspect anything. It was a shot of Charles, he recognized by his bright red shorts, even shorter now that they were pushed up and bunched around his upper thighs by a big hand that could only belong to Max. Beneath Max’s hand was an angry-red looking bite mark. The perfectly straight row of teeth indented into the skin was easily recognizable.

charles/carlos

maneater (make you spend hard) | series, grid slut charles au, rated e, 2k

“Do you like getting head, Carlos?” he asked, then. He had never claimed to be smooth nor subtle. He watched as Carlos’ eyes became comically wide before he narrowed them again, staring at Charles intently. “What?” “Blowjobs? Getting your dick sucked?” Charles tried again, a sly smile on his face, being very aware that Carlos’ question might not have been due to a lack of understanding of the terminology used at all. Carlos blinked at him and he swore the blush on his cheeks got a tad bit darker. “I mean— yes, doesn’t everyone?” he rasped, voice slightly airy. Charles’ tongue slipped out to wet his lips and he watched Carlos’ eyes flit down and back up to his eyes in a matter of milliseconds. “Sure,” he hummed, “but I also like giving it,” he grinned.

charles/grid

greed (i want it all right now) | one-shot, sex pollen, magical pussy, gangbang, dead dove for dubious consent, rated e, 9k [fic post]

Charles has to sneeze, and laughs. His Secret Santa seems to have had his fun with it, adding some fake snow to douse him in. He does not notice the nervous glances the producers behind the camera share. He reads the card, out loud, but falters as he tries to process what is written there in elegant cursive. “Since you are a lazy gift giver I will help you out this year,” it says. Charles furrows his brows. Or: Charles wakes up with a pussy. The grid is delighted.

yuki/pierre

inches in between us (i want you to give in) | one-shot, friends to lovers, rated e, 8k

4 times yuki sent pierre into gay panic + the one time he gave in alternative title: yuki being outrageous and pierre losing his shit (canon)

Do you have any recommendations for fics that will make you cry? (but with a happy ending)

absolutely, i do!!! i love a good angst fic, here are some of my personal favs.

if I had words series by @formula-fun (i will recommend this series until the day i die, some of the most beautiful writing I’ve ever read)

Beyond the Finish Line and Cursebreaker by my fav @usedtobetam are both incredible angst fics

F*ck About It by @lestapiastrisgirl was amazing!

we’d keep all our promises by @toppamplemousse made me cryyyyy.

Would you take the wheel. (If I lose control?) (au, charles is an actor)

you can lean on my arm (as you break my heart) (this fic ❤️❤️❤️)

He Wanted It Comfortable, I Wanted That Pain (omegaverse, one of the best ever imo)

A Ship to Wreck and I Heard About You aren’t really angst fics but they had chapters that broke my heart and made me cry.

Everyone has been so incredibly sweet lately that I felt brave enough to de-anon one of my older stories. I added it as anon at the time as I wasn't sure about it and I think it was my first go at alternative universe

My Pretty Princess - Charles is a camboy and Max is still an F1 driver.

Love you all 🥰