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#you could go the piarles route
singsweetmelodies · 1 year
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why are we not talking about mr pierre "possessive bastard" gasly honest-to-god gifting carlos a jumper from his personal collection. honestly the only way he could've made this more gay was if it'd flat-out been a liked by pierre gasly t-shirt. omfg. anyways carlos as pierre's boyfriend nr. 23736373 who
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crimsonicarus · 10 months
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Ooooooo! Number 6 for Piarles pleaseeeeeee
Hi anon! Thank you a lot for the ask 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼, hope you enjoy a little Piarles hurt/comfort! It's 5am so please forgive any mistakes
Piarles+ "please stop trying to hide them from me"
Pierre got stocked with his media duties meanwhile. Charles drove directly to his hotel avoiding everything and everyone, he only sent a short message.
"I'm tired, TTYL" Fucking liar
thankfully Carlos also sent a message "he ain't okay"
"What did he do?" He typed back
"Silent treatment, went straight to his room"
Pierre sighed and changed his route to the Ferrari hotel. It was easy to get in, the team almost dragged him inside.
Once in front of Charles' door, he called his number and it rang twice, he called again, and again.
"Pierrot, I'm tired… Can we-"
"Open the door" then there was silence, steps and the door opened.
Charles was looking at the floor, Pierre carefully caressed his cheek "Calamar"
Charles was sobbing, his shoulders shaking just enough for Pierre to notice, his hand went to his boyfriend's chin rising his face, he had tears in his eyes, still he refused to meet Pierre's stare.
He gently pushed them both inside the room and hugged him, the body between his arms trembled.
"Charles, love… talk to me" Silence "I'm here, i won't go. Please"
"No"
"Charlo"
"I just need to sleep"
"Stop lying"
"Pierre…"
"Stop lying! This is not okay, you're not doing well…Charles, i can tell that you're suffering"
"Pierre"
"Charles" silence again, Charles couldn't even look at him "I love you" he said taking Charles' face between his hands, the green eyes finally met his own. "Your pain… your emotions, please stop trying to hide them from me"
Charles, his Charles froze under his hands, eyes on him, Pierre could almost hear the engines working on his head, then he broke and Pierre was there to catch the pieces.
He guides their bodies to the bed, holding him closely, resting the other's face on his chest, Charles' hiccups silenced against his collarbones.
" I don't know what else to do"
"What you always do, keep fighting" he said back, his fingertips tracing the curve of Charles' spine.
"I don't want to keep fighting"
Pierre had to fight his own tears, not now he told himself "Charlo" he guided the other's face so they could see each other properly "you're a wonderful person and one of the best drivers of the grid, this was not your race, not even your year. But you have time to get better, fuck anyone that says otherwisem and as long as it takes, you got me"
Charles looked at him fondly, Pierre could see the love on his eyes when he spoke "I don't deserve you"
"Ferrari doesn't deserve you" Charles laughed a bit and Pierre took that moment to wipe off his tears with his thumbs.
"Merci, Pierrot"
"Why are you thanking me, Baby?"
"For loving me"
Pierre hummed a bit "it's easy to do"
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