#f1:8155

[bearstamp]

stormpilot carcar au

lost the battle with my demons and wrote the carcar stormpilots au.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64823827

When Oscar comes running off the Millenium Falcon, following BB-8, wearing Carlos’s jacket, Carlos cannot believe his eyes; a wave of tension releases from his body, a weight he didn’t even know he was carrying being lifted. Carlos thinks he can see that relief reflected on Oscar’s face, a small but blinding adorable smile stretching across it. 

They meet in a hug, and for some reason this feels right. Oscar’s arms around Carlos, Carlos’s head tucked into Oscar’s shoulder. 

They pull apart, still with loose grips on each other's arms. Oscar jerks back suddenly, “Your jacket!” he’s beginning to shrug his shoulders out of the leather, but Carlos stops him. 

“Don’t. It suits you better than me.” And it does. Stretches across Oscar’s shoulders in a truly satisfying way, and if Carlos especially appreciates the orange stripe that signifies it as Carlos’s jacket across those same shoulders as well, well that’s something he can keep to himself. 

Oscar pauses in his movements, surprised. Carlos watches as Oscar ducks his head down, that pretty blush reappearing across his cheeks. He shrugs the jacket back on, says, “Thanks.” 

It makes it all the much worse later, after the battle, when Carlos sees Chewie carrying Oscar’s limp body off the Millenium Falcon.

[sainzbrina55]

hiiii if you’re doing requests rn i’d go feral for some carcar art. they can be doing whatever im just obsessed with that pairing at the moment and need more content

it was fun drawing them! sorry if it looks bad, i never drew oscar before and it took me a while aaaa

[ribuless]

[polarprude]

you are laughing

oscar piastri has posted carlos on his social media (for the second time, i must add) and you are laughing

[oscoeur]

oscar: so just pick me 😁

carlos: why should they? 🤨

[wisteriagoesvroom]

hm. imagine!

the magnetic field is continuously changing its magnitude and direction.

headline from thesportsrush [x] / magnetic by illit [x] / magnets, disclosure ft lorde [x] / magnetic field in the britannica encyclopaedia [x] / despacito by luis fonsi ft. justin bieber and daddy yankee [x] / magnet by jasmine sokko [x]

thanks @silvrestone for the inspo

[moncheriful]

i love carcar fandom so much like how do you make magic from crumbs bro

[sainztificc]

basically ur life as a 5581:

[chaptercarcar]

MASTERPOST

My first account @dropofaurum got shadowbanned so I’m making a new account.

A little about me, my main drivers are CL16, MV33, and OP81. I am a Ferrari victim. Main ships are carcar, lestappen, landoscar

Feel free to send me an ask! Requests are also open

my fics:

bi4bi carcar

carlos and oscar go on their first date together

of grass courts and meet cutes • landoscar

tennis player!lando x event medic!oscar

Bring It Home • carcar • explicit!!

it's Oscar's home race, and they fuck about it.

the stars get red and the night’s so blue • lestappen

charles is a model, and max is his bodyguard.

HOT TO GO! • carcar

Drunken Carlos barges into Oscar’s room and gets him to do the HOT TO GO dance with him.

daydreaming about your lips (your hands on my hips) • landoscar

oscar is too damn sweet with lando, and he is losing his mind over it.

Kreutzer Sonata No. 9 • lestappen

Max and Charles are students at a prestigious music conservatory. They have some feelings about it

Fuck the FIA • lestappen

the 2024 grid stages a protest by all swearing in their native languages.

right side of my neck (still smells like you) • lestappen

Max is a taxi driver who drives Charles home one fateful Sunday evening.

[lesbiannieism]

fem!carcar x padel lessons (inspired by this post)

[rocketinthesky]

Kiss Chronicles

A relationship study of how each pairing kisses.

read on ao3

Scene 2

Red - (Carlos x Oscar)

Oscar looked at Carlos from where he was in bed. He was bare, only covered in a thin sheet, the hotel mattress soft underneath him.

Carlos was languidly going around the room, almost as if he were at home. He picked up his shirt from where it was haphazardly discarded on the floor an hour ago.

Oscar tracked his movements, watched as he slipped the shirt back on, buttoning up only until the fifth, leaving his chest bare for the world to see. Oscar’s hands twisted in the sheets, feeling the soreness in his lower back.

Carlos’s eyes landed on Oscar as he was putting on his watch. His face still had a slight flush to it, a warm shade of red painting his tan skin in a way that made Oscar want to touch.

“You are okay?”

Carlos’s voice snapped Oscar out of whatever trance he’d gone into, staring dumbly at Carlos. He felt his face heat up, mortified at the slip up. He averted Carlos’s gaze and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Oscar’s voice was a bit hoarse, the sound making him wince.

He heard some more shuffling and footsteps, his eyes screwed shut in a shitty attempt at pretending to rest before they suddenly snapped wide open when he felt a warm caress on his cheek.

Carlos was standing by the bed beside him, leaning down slightly, large hand cupping Oscar’s cheek in a touch far too tender for them.

“Are you sure?” Carlos asked, and there was genuine worry in his big eyes.

Oscar’s breath hitched in his throat and he bit the inside of his cheek before he could blurt out something stupid—something like asking him to stay.

He managed a nod, hoping it would be enough to quell Carlos’s worries—Carlos being worried about Oscar. Now that was funny.

Carlos didn’t exactly look convinced, but he nodded back, thumb softly brushing the apple of Oscar’s cheek before falling away.

Oscar missed his touch immediately, his hand instinctively shooting up to grab Carlos’s wrist.

Carlos looked shocked at him; Oscar stared back just as shocked at himself.

“Um—I—” Oscar stammered, grip tightening on Carlos’s wrist, unable to find the words to say.

He shouldn’t have anything to say at all, yet Carlos seemed to understand him anyway.

Carlos leaned closer towards Oscar, till their breaths mingled with one another. Oscar’s heart picked up its pace. He could hear its pounding right in his eardrums as his eyes fluttered closed.

The first brush of lips felt almost foreign, nothing like he was used to from Carlos. This was never them, a chaste press of lips, something that seemed like it meant more than it should—than it did. Yet Oscar chased him all the same, pressing up against Carlos almost desperately, his other hand going to Carlos’s nape and up into his hair, tangling in the thick strands.

That was all it took for it to turn messy—more familiar. Carlos pried Oscar’s mouth open, running his tongue across the seam, and Oscar let his lips fall open with a wet gasp, arching into Carlos, trying to pull him closer.

Carlos groaned, kneeling on the bed, hand gripping the side of Oscar’s neck and fingers crowning his head and jaw like some precious jewel.

Carlos kissed deep—all consuming. He kissed like a man starved, kissed like Oscar was a drop of water and he was a man in a fucking desert.

Oscar let go of Carlos’s wrist to instead throw his arm over Carlos’s shoulder, nails digging into the flesh as a moan escaped him when Carlos bit his bottom lip, laving his tongue soothingly over it right after.

He tightened his fingers in Carlos’s hair and tugged slightly, just the way he knew Carlos liked. Carlos answered him with a guttural groan.

Carlos pulled back to let them catch their breaths, and Oscar could only stare in awe at Carlos’s plush lips, swollen and a rich, vibrant red.

Oscar had done that to him.

A/N - back with another installment heh. More ships are on the way! I have so many ideas for each pairing i'm excited to get around to them. Hope yall enjoyed!

[polarprude]

suspiciously well timed posts

[oscoeur]

AND NOBODY TOLD ME NOTHING

[wisteriagoesvroom]

alter ego

🔵🟠 a maxoscar fic 🍾 in which they spin the bottle (right round, right round) 🖋️ 5.5k words 🔗 read on ao3

preview:

“It’s just a kiss, mate. Not a marriage proposal.” Max deadpans. Oscar is the one who steps closer. “Hm.” “It might be good practice for you.” “Oh, so I give off the impression that I need practice, do I?” Max’s eyebrows shoot up. “You ask many questions.” “I like definitive answers.” “But somehow your statements are always a bit of both. You’re still uncertain.” Oscar crosses his arms in defiance, and mirrors Max, then. They’re so close that their shoes practically touch, so close Oscar can make out the off white of the other man’s shoelaces when he glances down and up again into Max’s curious expression. If Max liked flirtation, then two could play this game. Oscar acts like he isn’t interested in the game, but really, he’s just lacked the opportunity to practise.

(i fought tooth and nail with my brain for this one but y'know, here it is.)

thank you @maaxverstappen and @alphatinies for the readthrough <3

tags for ppl who might be interested - @landoom @nyoomfruits @kingkestrel @calebwidgast @scuderiabs

[honeypollenn]

Babe, wake up enemies to lovers oscarlos just dropped

[seasidefae]

written in the margins

“What?” Oscar presses.  “Your help is appreciated, trust me. But don’t you have anything better to do?”  Oscar is too polite to not look offended. He just says, “Not really, no,” before he takes another bite.  Carlos spies a ring, a black silicon one in that special place Iris also has her new diamond one. “You have a wife back home,” he points out. The McLaren driver smiles down at his taco before wrapping it back up and leaving it on top of the table next to him. He stretches out on the seat and crosses his arms across his chest. “I have a husband, not a wife. And I am home.”

read chapter 1 here