#snippet from my landoscar wip

[prettysureimlost]

Nervous wreck 23 year old lando anyone?

Before he can overthink himself into a stomach ache, he sends a simple “hi it’s lando from earlier :)” He waits for a minute, staring at the screen. Then another minute. By the fifth minute he has a stomach ache. 

^boy who is a teenage girl

[its-all-papaya]

WIP word game

(that I am answering from quite literally a month and a half ago, when @bright-and-burning gave me "build")

B - But then, the only other time he’d seen it in person had been November in Monaco, and he’d been a bit compromised by a dozen drinks and a line of coke and the two blokes he was deciding between for his birthday fuck.

U - It used to take more than a few glasses of wine and an airplane bottle of gin, though.

I - It’s not that he’d thought he’d be fine, because he hadn’t thought that at all, but he’d just sort of figured that he’d be able to fake his way around it for more than ten fucking minutes.

L - Lando hasn’t seen her since Christmas; he knows from the family group chat that she’s passed her A-Levels and he knows from her Instagram stories that she’s been here since right after that, but they haven’t spoken one-on-one in ages.

D - "Did you talk more about the flowers on your walk?” Their mum calls over her shoulder. “Sebastian is coming by again in half an hour to finalize a few things before he speaks to the vendors again.”

tagging @wedriftlikelonelyplanets and @1425fivefive with the word "later" if you have things you would like to share rn!!

[passengerprincipessa]

ooo vegas pls!

(my wips)

vegas is my free use landoscar fic that's a spiritual sequel to learned behavior (like it's not a sequel, but it could be read as a sequel if you were so inclined). i'd been writing so much top lando/bottom oscar when i was writing it, though, that i got burned out and wrote intricate rituals instead and now it's just been languishing half-finished in my google docs. quick summary is lando books him and oscar a hotel suite in vegas after the race and they spend three days there just fucking a lot lmao. here's a snippet (it's catastrophically nsfw):

Lando groans as he pushes in. Oscar’s ridiculously wet, slick from Lando’s come and spit. He’s even sort of loose, for once, and the realization shouldn’t be as hot as it is, shouldn’t have Lando dragging a thumb around where he’s splitting Oscar open, feeling where Oscar’s stretched wide around his cock.

Oscar’s limp against the sheets, too fucked out to do anything more than let out these pitiful, high whines each time Lando pushes in.

Lando needs to see his face, suddenly, needs to see exactly how overwhelmed Oscar must feel while still letting Lando fuck him, still letting Lando take what he needs.

“Turn over,” Lando murmurs.

Oscar seems barely in control of his limbs as he rolls onto his back, skin flushed, belly and cock coated in a mix of fresh and dried come. He’s half-hard—still, again—and Lando tugs Oscar’s hand to his cock. “Touch yourself.”

“Lando,” Oscar whimpers, even as he wraps a hand around himself, flinching at the touch. “Hurts.”

“Think you like that, though,” Lando says.

Oscar doesn’t say anything to that, just lets out a hitched whine and keeps stroking himself, making small, pained noises with each pass of his hand.

Lando moans at the sight and adjusts his grip on Oscar’s hips, tugging Oscar closer, practically into his lap. It’s the perfect angle to brush against Oscar’s prostate on each stroke, have Oscar coming with a shocked expression, like he can’t process what’s happening even as his cock drools come.

Oscar keeps stroking himself, even as he lets out these pained little whimpers, his dick desperately trying to harden. He looks fucking pathetic, his mostly-soft dick flopping in the loose curl of his fist, face wet with spit and tears, belly already covered in come.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Lando breathes, because it’s true. He brings a hand up, tracing a finger over Oscar’s eyebrow, his cheek, his lips. Feels Oscar’s hot, panting breaths against the pad of his finger.

Lando still can’t believe he gets to see Oscar like this, that Oscar lets Lando see him like this. Fucked out and gross and hot. Unbearably, life-ruiningly hot, so hot Lando sometimes feels like he doesn’t deserve it. Like he hasn’t done enough to earn getting to see Oscar like this, getting to be the cause of it.

Oscar’s gasping, moaning, breathless pants of fuck and please and too much, even as he digs his heels into Lando’s lower back, urging him to keep going.

“God, you fucking love it,” Lando pants, breathless, digging his fingers into Oscar’s soft hips. “Love when I make you take it, yeah? Even when it’s too much?”

Oscar moans, nods, speeding up his strokes on his still-soft dick. “Love it so much, fuck—” He breaks off on a whine, eyes squeezing shut, back arching off the bed like it does when he’s right on the edge of coming.

“Gonna come for me?” Lando asks, voice strained. He can’t believe it, really, when Oscar’s already come three times and his dick’s still small and soft.

But Oscar blinks his eyes open, staring up at Lando with a desperate expression. “Make me?”

[mlmarcmarquez]

i was tagged by the lovely @42bakery !! thank you for tagging me :P

WIP Wednesday!

Another week, another tag game! Please share your last sentence; or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea! (OR sketch for your artwork!)

George twirled, the skirts of their dress flaring as Alex made some sketches. Lando smiled softly, admiring the gentle peace that had settled over the small classroom. It was silent still for a bit longer before Charles huffed. “I’m sorry guys, but can my brother come here? He is upset about something, but his texts are just really garbled nonsense,” Charles gnawed at his lower lip. George hummed softly, gesturing at Alex. It was Alex’s reserved classroom, after all. “Of course. Is he alright?” Alex mumbled around the pins in their mouth. Lando turned back to Charles, eyes gentle and curious.

this is a lot more than a last sentence (and these aren't even the last sentences at all) but i really wanted to share a good bit from the chapter i just finished writing, so :D

this is from my spiderman/university landoscar au that i really need to complete before june 14th and i'm only just starting (well, i'm rewriting chapter one, but shhh!) unfortunately, i have no motogp snippets to offer you guys because i usually write my fics in one go.

um.. i could share a very vague idea for a motogp fic that i have? see if anyone is interested? alright, let's do it!!

cat hybrid!Marc Marquez x dog hybrid!Marco Bezzecchi x mouse hybrid!Pecco Bagnaia

how we feel about it? yay? nay? let me know!!

thank you for reading everyone <3

Tagging: @zen-not-a-llama @ellearts @amylse @penskecar @lyslsstuff (sorry if you've already been tagged, but also no pressure to do this if you don't wanna <3)

[cherrari]

thank you to all the people who tagged me in this! i was originally not going to do it but i'm feeling manic so here we go. i am including every wip i can find in my folder no matter how little i wrote for it so i'm sorry in advance if something sounds good and then it turns out it's barely an idea. organized by ship because there's a lot lol

Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

lestappen

scentmates.com/findyourperfectmatch

max hiding being an alpha

anti-touch curse

one-way mind-reading

charles wakes up in the omegaverse and doesn't notice for like 6 days

actors au where charles punches max at the oscars

their fwb relationship gets leaked and their teams force them to pretend to be together for realsies <- there's actually 6 different docs with this exact idea. all with like 10k words in them

the opposite of alpha voice. omega voice

someone uncovers charles' r/aita post from 2019

android charles

accidental bonding

chalex

yuri (charles is bicurious edition)

yuri (charles doing alex's makeup edition)

yuri (alex hates all of charles' boyfriends edition)

race engineer alex

couple's retreat (they are not a couple)

girl charles boy charles boy alex

regular universe randomly turns into omegaverse and charles' dick falls off

sebchal

seb realises charles has been trying to fuck him since he was like 15

nasty gross girl charles het fic of my dreams

ferrari drivers get 24hr pussies whenever they win. ft. carlos cockblocking charles at the end

they get trapped in a cave together (literally) post-brazil

chewie

charles hooks up with all his teammates and. well

omega/omega forced bonding

lewis gets roped into a weird threesome with charlos

everyone thinks charles is knocked up

accidental bonding

charlando

yuri (yuri fic prequel charles pov edition)

yuri (yuri fic sequel seb pov edition)

yuri (girl alpha lando edition)

lando finds charlando yuri fanart and gets gender dysphoria over it

omega/omega where lando is uneasily attracted to charles' scent

charles gets turned into a lil mouse

accidental bonding

charlos

they broke up a year ago but carlos got into a car crash and thinks charles is still his boyfriend so he gives charles' number to the hospital

more forced bonding between teammates

wag yuri

charles mind games carlos into taking antipsychotics

accidental bonding

choscar

oscar's hormonal imbalance can only be cured by charles' pussy

oscar gets roped into starring in lando's student project film. 3 weeks later he's flying to la to star in an actual movie

oscar's public breakup does not go well so mclaren hires a paddock princess for him

charles wakes up as oscar's teammate. in mclaren :(

accidental bonding

landoscar

post-win lando wakes up with a pussy

lando walks in on oscar eating raw rabbit

lando's ao3 book club

lando thinks faking a relationship for clout would be funny but oscar doesn't agree so lando instead fakes a pining situationship

"carlando landoscar hellfic"

accidental bonding

galex

merc teammates

document titled "Copy of galex (real)(real)this one is real"

george presents at alex's birthday party then proceeds to hide it for like 15 years

[zolica-ao3]

pirate au fic has me SAT‼️‼️😍😍😍 i actually have gone back to read the snippet you posted like four times (i had to seach for it specifically every time) because it has a different kind of swag on god i will be there on the 4th the way i am so appreciative of your writing AS WELL AS this fic specifically should be studied because i am eating that UP‼️🗣️ if this fic has 0 people anticipating its release i am dead you are doing the citizens of landoscar a great service (not that id ever want to make you feel pressured or whatever else is not very good 💖🙂‍↕️)

This ask made me kick my feet and giggle happily! 😊 I'm glad you like it so much! Thank youuuu! <3

I hope the first snippet doesn't make Lando look like some sort of dark guy, because he is actually super sweet. Oscar needs some time to believe it though. Honestly, in this story, Lando is pining like hell and it takes Oscar ages to figure out his feelings. It's a fluffy slowburn with lots of angst.

I can't wait to show it to you all. This thing is massive...

I'm 36K words in now. And I'm not done yet. I hope to finish it before the deadline (4th of Feb), but I highly doubt it, so I will probably be cutting it in parts.

Have another snippet for now! The last one until the release on the 10th of February:

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Lando swings the backpack over his own shoulder. “Come on, let’s bring Charlotte her stuff. And then you’re going to go rest until we’re leaving port.”

Oscar is about to protest, but the Captain raises his eyebrows at him. The swordman closes his mouth, seeing the warning for what it is.

He follows the Captain to the common room, where they find Charlotte. She looks up from the wooden compass she is carving.

“And he’s alive! I told you he would be fine,” the blond woman says. Lando puts the backpack down on the table in front of her.

“He is injured and you let him go out,” the Captain grumbles. Oscar grimaces at the frustrated tone in his voice.

“He said he was fine,” Charlotte says.

“And you listened?” Lando grits out.

Oscar doesn’t like the charged conversation. Charlotte didn’t do anything wrong. If the Captain is angry at him, he should lash out at Oscar, and not at Charlotte.

He places a hand on Lando’s shoulder. “Please don’t be mad at her… She told me not to go. I persuaded her…”

The tension bleeds out of the Captain, and at the same time he freezes. “I- you-” His shoulders sag in defeat. Charlotte is staring at them with wide eyes.

And then Oscar realizes he touched the Captain without thinking. He takes his hand off and awkwardly hangs it by his side. He didn’t mean to do that.

All the anger is suddenly gone from Lando’s body. It’s interesting to watch the change in behavior.

“I’m getting a snack,” he says with a tight voice, before leaving Oscar and Charlotte behind to go to the kitchen. The swordman watches him go with a confused frown.

The blond woman giggles.

Oscar sits down opposite of her. “Is he alright?” he asks Charlotte softly. “He’s just having a little crisis. He needs a moment,” she says with a smile.

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The tales they tell about us - WIP - part of the Landoscar Fest 2024-2025. Prompt: Pirate AU

[tiredwishes]

from the start

my landoscar wip that's currently at 9k words and no where near done, so i'm hoping that by posting this snippet i'll find the motivation to actually finish it.........

Just pretend you’re an accountant, they said. No one’s going to ask anymore questions, they said.

“Charles!” Max’s voice cuts above the noise. “I’ve got him!”

Shit.

Lando groans, takes a deep breath and braces himself to meet the most bland guy he’ll probably ever meet in his life. Fuck, the guy’s probably old. Why would anyone his age in their right mind ever go into accounting?

Oscar, thirty-six, bald, married with kids and two dogs and a white picket fence.

“Lando, this is Oscar. Oscar, Lando.” Max waves a hand about, the other occupied with dragging the poor accountant over. “You guys can bond over work stuff!”

Max’s genuine excitement would make Lando feel a little bad about making up the whole thing, if not for the fact that his attention’s been completely redirected.

At Oscar.

Oscar, who’s very decidedly neither thirty-six nor bald.

Oscar, who’s hot.

[starlightiing]

Here is a masterlist of things for those NOT on AO3.

Mostly everything goes on to AO3 anyway, but sometimes I don't get the drabbles up right away. Some of these are also snippets from memes and such as well.

My AO3, for everything else: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Forthediehards/works

All my unlisted fics can be found under the cut, categorized by pairing:

Yukierre:

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/751678798735507456/yukierre?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/752298898385682433/yukierre-please?source=share

Galex:

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/748688139515838464/i-heard-galex-stardew-valley-au?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/752277073763139584/with-galex?source=share

Landoscar:

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/752457171746308097/with-landoscar-d-d?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/748555914328604672/idk-what-cardiophilia-is-really-likefully-i?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/750943980505759744/out-of-context-wip-tagged-by-chilling-seavey?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/751733613852229632/landoscah?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/752081406026547200/landoscar-for-the-kissing-thing-absolutely?source=share

Pierresteban:

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/769872777974104064/pierresteban-rain?source=share

https://starlightiing.tumblr.com/post/751995224562204672/apparently-im-having-a-morning-thinking-about

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/758534316496207872/not-a-fic-just-a-blurb-pierresteban-and?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/750858095819898880?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/752098676365819904/may-i-have-a-random-wip-snippet?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/757087780592664576/can-you-feel-my-heart-beating-pierresteban?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/754375892440137728/car-crash-hearts-pierresteban-12?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/754985068189089792/you-almost-died-pierresteban?source=share

Lestappen:

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/752098119849787392?source=share

Geochal:

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/752099245915553792?source=share

Gewis:

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/752373764692606976/with-gewis-pretty-please?source=share

Este/Mick/Pierre:

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/753549441434353664/i-was-inspired-by-my-own-anger-towards-someone?source=share

Nyck/Pierre:

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/753645450593189888/everything-ends-m-pierre-gasly-nyck-de?source=share

Piarles:

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/756116250827079680/sail-away-with-me-piarles-pg10-cl16?source=share

Lawhan:

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/769942185102753792/lawhan-and-heart?source=share

[nottieln4]

landoscar wip spoilers 👀

it's sunday. i'm bored. have some no-context snippets. :)

these are all four completely different fics I've been working on!

most of them are un-edited and some are stuff that even my beta reader hasn't seen yet. 💔 (i'm fine, she's got no tumblr)

i'd be very excited to hear some of y'alls thoughts on these.

hate to be lame

December 2022 

Lando closes the article when Andrea and Zak walk into the room, being followed by an unfamiliar mop of brown hair. Oscar Piastri, his new teammate for the 2023 F1 season. There’s not a ton Lando knows about the guy, except for the fact that he won F2, is younger than Lando and is Australian, just like Daniel. Though his former and current teammate couldn’t be any more different, if Lando is to judge from the couple of clips he was able to find of the younger man online.

And then there’s the fact that Oscar’s been following his accounts for longer than Lando’s known of him, judging from the likes and interactions that go back to years before Lando even made it to the big league. It’s kind of adorable, to be honest, and it’s for sure something that Lando’s going to bring up one of these days. Simply to be able to watch the other driver squirm a little. 

While Oscar crosses the room to sit down on the other side of the table, Lando locks his phone and puts it down, watching as their bosses take the seats at the front of the room. The article he’d been reading is still circling through the back of his mind. It’s not something that bothers Lando every second of every day, the fact that he’s yet to meet his own soulmate but it’d be a lie to say it doesn’t hurt sometimes.

That he’s alone, in a world built for two. 

Non-soulmate relationships have become more common, and a lot more respected in recent years, but at the end of the day, finding one’s soulmate will remain the end goal. Whether or not it will end up in a platonic or romantic bond. Lando can’t imagine not falling for his soulmate though, after all, aren’t they supposed to be perfect for each other? Two halves of the same soul? 

His soulmate could be feeling differently about it all, Lando’s well aware. Maybe they’re already in a relationship or simply won’t be interested in dating Lando, cause he’s well - himself. There are examples of happy and healthy non-soulmate relationships on the grid, like Lewis and Seb who got married in autumn of last year. 

Lando can’t lie, thinking of his own fairytale romance, he imagines something a lot more like the perfect soulmate bond that Daniel and Max share, even if it makes flying with them unbearable on more occasions than not. 

Clearing his throat, Zak redirects the attention of the room to himself, “I’m sure you’re all aware but this is Oscar’s first proper day as a McLaren Racing Formula 1 driver, so let’s all make sure he feels welcome, yeah?” There's an agreeing murmur going through the room and then it’s time for the meeting to begin properly.

All in all, it’s not one of the most exciting debriefs Lando’s ever had, and he’s reaching to get in the simulator rather than listen to Zak and Andrea go on about the same thing another time again. The only thing keeping his interest is when somebody will call on Oscar to share his thoughts. Their rookie will confidently manage his way through his sentences, calm and eloquent, but there’s a telltale, red-flush creeping its way up his neck, still. Lando’s a little peeved to admit he finds it unreasonably adorable.

oscar winning tears

They’re in the car now, Jon driving to the hotel while Lando rests his head against the window, pretending to doze off. Despite the fact that he can’t see himself catching even a second of sleep anytime soon, knowing damn well he’ll replay the race in his head over and over again. At least his trainer is kind enough to let Lando keep on pretending. 

When they reach the door to Lando’s room, Jon sends him a tired, but genuine, smile. The pity in his eyes might be more than Lando can take though, and it doesn’t do his heart any favours when the older man’s hand comes down on his shoulder. “Try not to beat yourself up too harshly, okay? You’re human, you’re allowed to make mistakes.”

‘Yeah, I just keep making more than the rest of the grid together’, is shooting through his head but Lando bites his tongue and keeps quiet. Jon doesn’t get paid enough to deal with his shit, and still, he does so on most occasions. Lando will let him sit this one out. “I’ll try,” he mumbles, and tries to send a smile back in the Brit’s direction.

Judging from the grim expression on Jon’s face, it doesn’t quite work. 

When the door falls shut behind him, Lando appreciates the silence. He doesn’t turn on anything inside the room, apart from the tiny lamp on the bedside table. His brain’s loud enough anyways. With any more strength left in his bones, he might try to go for another (warmer) shower, or to put on some mind-numbing tv to lull him to sleep.

But Lando just wants to fall into bed and pretend he’ll fall asleep in the next three hours. Even getting in the proper sleep attire proves too much for him, so Lando simply gets rid of all his clothes until he’s left in his boxers and slips underneath the giant, feather duvet. It’s a decision Lando will probably come to regret later, considering how low he keeps the temperature in the room. Maybe it’s another, although small, way of punishing himself for his missteps. 

A knock on his door is enough for Lando to flinch, his heartbeat starting a sprint inside his chest. The person at the door had kept it at a polite volume, considering the time of the night, but inside Lando’s quiet room, it had appeared much louder. Even with the voices screaming inside his head. 

“Lando? Are you still awake?” Somehow, Oscar is the last person Lando expected to reach out to him right now. And despite how much he wants the younger man close, to bury his face in the soft skin of his neck and forget the gloomy world around him, it’s nothing he deserves. Lando’s too numb, too empty, to call out for Oscar.

After another few tries, the Australian leaves. Eventually, while blankly staring at the ceiling, gravity pulls Lando’s eyelids down, and sleep claims him. His entire, restless night is accompanied by silent tear tracks colouring the white of the pillow a pale green. . 

-

Waking up the next afternoon, it’s not kind either. All his limbs aching, and his eyes swollen from all the crying Lando apparently did in his sleep. He’d figured, even as he was tearing up while falling asleep, that it’d stop at some point during the night. But looking at the way he’d stained his pillows, it’s a pretty clear sign he never really stopped. 

The heartache was too overwhelming, maybe. First, the clear confirmation that Oscar couldn’t be any less interested in Lando and then, the disaster-class of his race. If there wouldn’t be a good chance left for them to secure the championship in Abu Dhabi, Lando would have already crawled into another hole never to be seen again.

That’s not an option right now, though, no matter how badly Lando craves hiding underneath his own blanket, back at his home in Monaco and forgetting about the world that exists around him. No, he’s still got a championship to win for his team, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do his hardest to try. 

For a moment, he thinks about trying to get a few more minutes of sleep, but it’s quite obvious he’s way too awake to do so. Sighing, he sits up and presses the button for the blinds to slowly go up while he grabs his phone, scrolling through the messages he’s missed while asleep. On the bottom of the screen, Oscar’s singular message stands out. ‘I’m here if you need me.’

It’s utterly sweet, yet the message does nothing but deepen the nausea Lando is feeling. Instead of answering anyone, he puts his phone away again. They’ll head off to the airport soon, and he’d rather take an actual shower and try to tame his curls beforehand. 

On the way to the bathroom, he grabs a baggy, washed out jean and a dark grey hoodie, as well as a pair of new boxers and some socks. By the time Lando’s done with his shower, carefully taking care of his curls and scrunching them into form, Lando feels a little more alive. His eyes are still red-rimmed and swollen but it’s nothing a pair of sunglasses won’t hide. 

Packing is by far Lando’s least favourite part of traveling, but he’s meticulous about it all the same. He remembers the first time Oscar had peered inside of his suitcase, eyebrows raised high in surprise, “Not going to lie, mate, I expected you to just kind of throw your stuff in there and call it a day.”

Well, turns out Cisca Norris didn’t raise no heathen. Besides, there’s something calming about folding his laundry and arranging it inside the suitcase. It’s a task that makes Lando feel grounded, the high-tension and jet-setting parts of his job really make it hard to keep one’s feet on the ground sometimes. Lando’s quite careful about keeping himself in check, in that regard.

He tries, at least. 

Twenty minutes later, he stumbles out of the elevator and into the lobby of their hotel, Jon already waiting there, impatiently. Just as Lando is about to raise his hand in greeting, the older man spots him. His eyebrows draw together as Jon tilts his head, which is almost enough for Lando to stop in his tracks.

Before he can even think about asking his trainer what’s wrong, Jon shakes his head, “Mate, are you sure you meant to pair that green hoodie with those pants? Guess, it’s something.” Confused, Lando’s about it to point out to the other man that he’s clearly wearing a grey hoodie, when it hits him. Looking around the entrance, the big palm plants that just yesterday were a healthy green are nothing but a lifeless grey now. 

Even the brochures on the front desk, the one’s Lando clearly remembers being pale green, because he was staring at them bored out of his mind while Jon had been checking him in, just a few days ago - even those are fucking grey too. 

What the fuck.

no promises to keep

Oscar climbs the stairs of a building, using the rain pipes and windows to move at a faster pace. It turns into a dead end soon enough and once he’s down on the cobblestone again, he runs headfirst into a group of Shinra soldiers, taking out the gunmen one by one. The buster sword remains heavy in his grip, but it’s welcoming to Oscar, these days. Grounding, especially in high stress situations like these. 

2,000 gil, is the mantra that keeps him going while he ducks in between burning structures. 

And then, suddenly, the entire world is burning all around him. He’s teleported to five years ago, his home burning in front of his eyes. Nibelheim crashing down on itself, the people either cut down by Masamune or simply victims of the fire and ashes. Oscar’s house - the one with his mother still inside of it - falling down into nothing but a pile of bricks and stones. Aiva’s house, right next to his, is nothing more than an empty casket. 

Max Emilian Verstappen, clutching his sword in the middle of the fire. Shinra’s Mighty Lion, the hero of the Wutai War and the first SOLDIER to ever receive a first class ranking. The guy basically everyone at Shinra had been falling their feet over, at least back then when Oscar had first joined the company.

He doubts it’s the same now, considering Oscar had murdered the man five years prior. How, it’s still a fucking mystery to him, considering how greatly outmatched Oscar had felt. The memory is hazy, cloudy in his mind, even now. But seeing Midgar burn around him like this, it’s almost like Oscar can see him. 

Max, just a couple feet away from him, smirking as his grip on Masamune tightens. Just as Oscar’s about to pull his own sword from the shoulder holster on his back, the illusion vanishes into the dark of the night. That’s it. Nothing more than my mind playing tricks on me, Oscar breathes a deep sigh before continuing on. There’s no way Max survived, falling down into the Mako Reactor on Mt. Nibel. No way. 

Back to being quick on his feet, Oscar stumbles onto 8th street, the theatre coming into his view. The advertisement for LOVELESS, the most popular play in this goodman city, stands tall and proud. Guess there’s nothing bringing that one down. 

That’s when Oscar spots him. 

It’s a younger guy, Oscar assumes around his age, standing next to a cart with flowers. He’s wearing light, baggy jeans and a baby pink sweater with red flowers stitched onto the fabric. A yellow flower is tucked behind his ear, complimenting the messy curls on top of the florist’s head. 

Suddenly, the cart of flowers falls to the side, and the florist starts shielding his face, ducking away. It’s almost like there’s an invisible force reaching for him, or attacking him, as the pretty guy ducks an attack from the dark shadows surrounding him.  

What the fuck, Oscar’s eyebrows draw together as he hurries closer, deadset on helping the man. What he doesn’t expect is to be hit with the headache of death, a pounding behind his eyes that makes death seem like mercy. And then, suddenly, Max Emilian Verstappen is there, in all his glory. Short, neatly trimmed hair, all-black outfit similar enough to Oscar’s own but with the right modifications, like the long, dark blue leather coat he’s got around his shoulders. Max is putting a hand on the florist's shoulder, staring right at Oscar. Mako green eyes meet their twin match, the world ablaze around them.

Oscar takes a step back as Max comes closer, “You’re weak. Too weak to save yourself - or anyone else -.” The headache turns into a proper migraine, and Oscar is trying his most to stay upright despite the searing pain. 

He opens his eyes once more and then in the next second, the former Shinra general is gone with the wind. 

Suddenly, the florist is in front of Oscar, head slightly tilted towards one side as their gazes meet. He’s even more gorgeous up close, his big and bright green-blue eyes look up to Oscar. They’re the most beautiful watercolor mixture, and there’s a healthy pink flush on his tan cheeks. “Hey, mate,” even his fucking voice is nice too, “Are you good?”

It’s fucking embarrassing but Oscar feels his own cheeks up with heat at the attention. Fuck, he’s really got no time for this, he’s still got his former employer up his arse with a search warrant for Oscar and the rest of AVALANCHE after their little stunt. He should be hurrying up if he wants to make it to the bar before Avia kicks his arse into Wutai.  

Before he can get far however, there’s the sound of steps behind him and a light touch on his wrist. A much bigger palm than his own around Oscar’s glove, as the florist drags him back around. This time, the guy’s holding out the yellow flower that rested behind his ear earlier. When Oscar doesn’t react, he shoves the flower even closer to his face. “Dude,” the man rolls his eyes, “It’s a gift! For you.”

“A gift for what?” Oscar can’t help but ask, eyeing the ‘gift’ warrily. He’s been scammed on the streets of Midgar before by people like this, they’ll push something in your hand and then claim you’ll have to pay them since you already received something from them. No way he’s going to make the same mistake he made as a 15-year old, green-eyed and innocent, ever again. 

“You could also keep it as a memory, I guess, listen dude, I just want to do something nice after you chased those things off,” there’s a proper pout on the other man’s lips now, as he shoves the flower even closer into Oscar’s face. “Just take it, flowers don’t bite.”

“Not sure about you though,” Oscar mutters under his breath but takes the flower, still, securing it behind the holster strap across his chest. “Hey,” there’s a hilarious frown on the guy’s face, “I heard that, you know?!”

Before Oscar can even think of a smart comment, the florist ducks away, his second hand coming around Oscar’s arm too, as they get attacked by those ghosts again. Only this time, Oscar can see them, too. They’re like whisps, a bunch of flying dark ghosts surrounding them, edging closer to them bit by bit. “What the fuck,” Oscar mutters, can this day get any weirder?

At the end, he’s still a trained SOLDIER - a first class - so Oscar frees the buster sword from his back and swings it, getting ready to attack the ghosts. It’s just their luck that a group of Shinra gunmen arrive at the exact same time, yelling at Oscar to drop his weapon. The ghosts are at the soldier’s side in a second, flying around them. Instead of reacting to that, the soldiers keep their attention on Oscar. 

“Are those guys fucking blind?” He turns to the florist, who’s eyeing the Shinra soldiers before his gaze switches back to the hooded whisps surrounding them. “Well, it was a pleasure meeting you,” is the only thing the curly-haired man replies, before he’s taking off, not looking back once. Oscar can’t do anything else but watch the florist run, the ghosts following him on his path. 

He’s gone, just like that. Oscar didn’t even get his name, though he assumes it’s just as pretty. 

A stray bullet hits the buster, and Oscar turns back to the problem at hand, namely the fact that he’s outnumbered and has a battle waiting for him. “Just my fucking luck,” he grumbles as he sprints into the fight.

zak VS the horrors of landoscar (working title)

There’s quite a few things Oscar expected for McLaren to have him agree with, when the decision had been made, once the contracts had been signed. On that day Oscar became the first alpha to join the team in the years following Fernando’s departure. After all, McLaren had only one beta (Sainz) and two omegas (Ricciardo and Lando) join the team since then - until now, at least. 

What he did not expect was for McLaren CEO Zak Brown to pull him aside after the signing, a suddenly serious expression on his face. “Listen,” he had started, clasping a hand around Oscar’s shoulder, “I know how you young people are, yeah? But I need you to promise me something.” Zak had been more urgent than during their entire time negotiating with McLaren, so Oscar had known that whatever would be coming next, would be important. 

“You can not get Lando pregnant, yeah? We need him for the team.”

For a moment, several moments actually, Oscar thought he’d been pranked. That one of the media people would jump out of their hiding spot and the entire room would burst into laughter, Zak’s booming voice echoing from the walls. When that hadn’t happened for another minute, Oscar started to realize the older man was being serious. Dead ass. 

“Oh, uh, of course, yeah, I understand,” he awkwardly mumbled his way through his response. Seriously, what made Zak believe Lando would get on with Oscar in the first place? Like his new teammate wasn’t the prettiest, most perfect omega on the entire grid. This is ridiculous, Oscar had thought to himself.

But Zak had been satisfied, nodding as he patted Oscar on his shoulder, “That’s a good lad.” 

The interaction, despite how weird it had been, had quickly vanished from his mind afterwards. Maybe it had been a trauma response, trying to rid his brain of the memories of the painful interaction. Almost the entirety of their two first years together as teammates, Oscar hadn’t even thought about the possibility of Zak’s fears becoming reality.

Well, Oscar really should have known better than to doubt Lando Norris' ability to get what he wants - and his own inability to say no to one Lando Norris. 

To be honest, Oscar doesn’t get even close to impregnating Lando until that fucking night after Abu Dhabi 2024. Something about how making history together brings people closer, something Oscar had read online in the aftermath of it all, comes to mind.

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

WIP Wednesdayyyyyy

(Last lines game, really!)

Another week, another tag game! Please share your last sentence; or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea! (OR sketch for your artwork!)

Was tagged by @thelettersfromnoone THANK YOU I APPRECIATE IT SO MUCH WHEN YOU TAG ME IN THIS STUFF BECAUSE I GET TO GO STUPID AND FERAL

Get A Grip Before My Dog is Loose (Lestappen, Vampire!Max AU)

And then there’s a smile curling across Max’s face, predatory and sharp, as he tosses his phone to the side, direct attention turned on Charles. It’s too much. Too much and not enough all at the same time. “You want it?” He asks, his voice low, head tilted. “You want me to chase you? Pin you down? Make you take it?” doesn’t hold back the chuckle escapes as Charles flushes darker, and nods the affirmative. 

Small Talk, Big Love (Charlos, D/s (BDSM) divorce fic) (this is still a working title) Tag Here

Somewhere between Vegas last year, and Australia this year, they lose themselves. Somewhere in that long stretch of time, everything changes. Carlos a little harsher, Charles a little sharper, and Carlos doesn’t know if it’s intentional, or if Charles just can’t help himself. Too competitive, too driven, too willing to push to win that he’ll push everything else away. 

I'm so Lonely and You're the Only One That Knows Me (Landoscar, the negotiation fic)

Lando swats his hand away, gently, picks up the mug himself, tests the heat of the ceramic against his palm before bringing the cup cautiously to Oscar’s lips. It’s a repeat of the action from last night, Lando’s fingers coming up to cup the back of his neck, tilt his head back, tilts the mug, and Oscar takes a small sip, and then another, of the coffee. Warm slide of it settling somewhere in his chest 

Leaving Me Just When I Thought You Were Mine (Charlos, A/B/O with non-traditional dynamics)

Sometimes, he doesn’t know when it became more than just him panting after Charles like a bitch in heat, and instead, him feeling something stronger, stronger, deeper, like some loyalty that’s been instilled into him, like Charles collared him and called him his own. 

ANNND last but not least because I need you all to get snippets of it, I love this one so much and it's kinda been on the backburner for my Landoscar series and also the Charlos Divorce Fic (and NOW the vampire max fic)

The Lestappen Warped Tour AU (Lestappen, Warped Tour 2005)

Charles goes on stage wearing one of Max’s shirts, baggy on him and smelling like Max, and paired with his too-tight skinny jeans, Max wants to devour him. Pulls him off stage the instant Lake Despair's set is done, and they navigate their way through a crush of people. In the first quiet corner they find alone, Max licks at the sweat trickling down his neck, before sucking a mark into his collarbone so that everyone can see that Charles is his.

I don't have a world of people to tag so I'll tag the few followers I have that are writers. No pressure for anyone, I love you all the same. @foggieststars @tommybuckleys ...god i need more friends who are writing WIPs because i feel weird tagging people that i'm not moots with

ANYHOW love u all have a good time

[passengerprincipessa]

Esports or shiny objects!!!! Tell me something, anything

what if i answered both 🥹 (my wips)

shiny objects is r63 landoscar (oscar/girl!lando) and i literally don't know what my vision was for this fic. here's a snippet i guess?

Oscar really hadn’t thought it’d be this easy to make Lando beg.  Normally, Lando likes to pretend like she doesn’t need it nearly as badly as she does. Acts like she couldn’t care less if Oscar eats her out or fucks her, even if, when Oscar flips her skirt up, Lando’s panties are so wet they’re practically see-through. Oscar doesn’t really mind Lando’s little act. Makes it even hotter when Oscar manages to get Lando needy enough that she’ll beg for it.

esports is lestappen where charles is still an f1 driver and max is a streamer (basically does redline type thing full time). i don't know if i'll ever finish it but here's a lil snippet:

Max groans. “I hate FIFA, it’s not even a good game.” He’s pouting, scritching Jimmy’s forehead. Charles thinks Max looks a bit like a grumpy cat himself, imagines scratching Max’s hair, whether he’d nuzzle into Charles’s hand like Jimmy— Charles immediately puts an end to that line of thought. Someone else on the stream is asking Max about the F1 race. Charles’s ears perk up. “Yeah, mate, I’ll watch, of course,” Max says. “I think it will be boring, though.”  Charles loves the way Max says words that start with th-, turning them all into hard t-’s. “Think” becomes “tink.” “Three” becomes “tree.” Charles is so enamored by Max’s accent that he almost misses Max calling his sport boring. And, look, Charles knows that he’s started the season strong with two wins from three, but it’s only three races into the season. Plus, if Charles somehow actually won this year, it’d be his very first drivers’ championship. How could that be boring? “Reckon Leclerc will just take it?” Andrew asks. Max shrugs. “He’s been very good lately, and he likes Imola. I think he will probably win from pole, not very exciting. Plus there is the tifosi, of course, so he will have lots of home support.” “Yeah, I saw something on Twitter saying Leclerc is for the girls, the gays, and the Italians.” Max laughed. “I saw that too. It’s funny, I see all these thirst tweets about him, and for me I can only see him as this little kid.” “I forgot you were in karting with him!” Will exclaims. Charles is frozen, afraid to miss anything. In all the hours he’s spent listening to Max stream, he’s never heard Max talk about their karting days. “Yes, and I beat him! I think he hated me, he was very upset about it at the time,” Max says, laughing. After a moment, he goes quiet, pressing a kiss to Jimmy’s forehead, looking thoughtful. “I’m sure he has forgotten about it by now, of course.” “I haven’t,” Charles says.  He flushes when he realizes he’s spoken aloud to his empty driver’s room. But he’d felt compelled to tell Max that he hasn’t forgotten, could never forget the feeling of racing Max. Charles had hated him back then, of course, but how could he not? Charles hated anyone who was faster than him, and Max had been the best, so clearly a natural in the car.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

😵‍💫 snippet pls 🙏🙏

omg sorry this took me a while to reply anon. i thought this was in reference to the “lestappen bondgirl au without the genderbend” wip but it was actually the “landoscar-literally-fuck-around-and-find-out” fic aksjsksks. there’s a snippet here but here’s another one if you care… idk that i’ll ever get round to publishing this one cus it feels weirdly ooc rn, but anyway.

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“Sotter volchay.” Lando says.

“What’s that?”

“Like, quiet. Like you.”

Oscar stifles a laugh, and runs his hand through Lando’s hair. Lando practically purrs.

“Sotto voce, Lando.” Oscar says. Back to this. The formal name, as if nothing has happened between them, as if both of them didn’t have their mouths stuffed full of each other mere minutes ago, whimpering and needy and pathetic in a way they aren’t with anyone else.

“You–” Oscar starts, before he shakes his head, and Lando gets the signal. He scoots down the sofa, under him, and a latent part of Oscar’s logical brain that is behind the sex fog goes that’s gonna fuck your back.

But then Lando’s glorious mouth is on his again, possessive and pressing, and the thought completely disappears.

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from that “guess my wips” game from a few days back, like so far back i don’t even think i could find the post because clearly i post way too much on here 😭

[orangekoalaracer]

WIP Word Game

Hello! So my friend @fan-girls-r-us has tagged me in a WIP game! I thought it was fun, so here we go!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WiP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have WiPs. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Unfortunately I only have one person to tag, and 6 WIPs available. So I am breaking the rules but… Oh well! It’s all for fun anyway!

Tagging : @ultraviolet-ink

I will have my inbox open for 24 hours for asks! After that, I will close my inbox!

I have broken down the fics based on ship! Right now the WIPS are:

Lestappen

All Hail the Emperor - Fire Emblem Three Houses AU - Summary: It is the day of Emperor Jos Verstappen’s Funeral. And yet his son does not mourn - One Shot

The Winner Takes it All - Faceless!Max AU - Summary: Charles struggles to deal with the aftermath of MV33’s identity Reveal - Multi-Chapter (Final Chapter)

Fake or Not - WAG!Max AU - Summary: Max - Multi-Chapter (Chapters 7&8)

Landoscar

Manager Knows Best - No AU - Summary: Mark Webber tries to talk Oscar out of pursuing a relationship with Lando. - One-Shot

A Midsummer’s Dream- Fae!Oscar AU - Summary: Fae!Oscar falls in love with a human prince and struggles to hide it from his family. - One-Shot

Twisting the Knife - No AU. - Summary: Lando was already having a bad afternoon after the Brazil 2024 GP. Then he finds Logan Sargeant in Oscar’s driver room - One-Shot

[finifugue]

Hi! Just finished Death and Other Lies and I loved it so much!!!! It was so good <3

Also, I was wondering if you were planning on doing a part 2 focusing either on another pairing or continuing with the new generation (Ollie, Kimi, Arthur) ?

Thanks

Ty my love, happy you liked it!!! Per your question...

Short answer: yes

(very) long answer: hopefully it'll be the next thing that I work on, now that event horizon's done. I've got ~2k words of what will probably be a 10k-ish oneshot so far, but it's been mostly collecting dust in my WIPs folder for many many months, so I'm going to try and focus on it for a while in the hopes that it'll be the next thing I post. It's mostly landoscar-focused again, but I'm playing with the idea of having a bearnelli B-plot, along with the usual cast of drivers, plus a few new faces that I'm adding into their little killer family (^:

Hopefully my uploading schedule in the coming months will be thus (shoot me an ask if you want snippets of any of these/are interested/are bald):

DaOL the squeakwel (possibly titled Dinner and Other Operations)

Next multi-chapter fic - in-universe charlando, based on girl, so confusing by Charli XCX

in-universe landoscar bodyswap AU

The Fae!lando landoscar fic that's been haunting me for months - might also be multi-chaptered, depending on whether it ends up being more than 30k words, which it might well do

Great DILF Standoff 2 electric boogaloo, titled the Great Twink Strike of 2025

I have some other fics in the works too, although I'm not too focused on them rn:

landoscar AU hand-wavily based on Orpheus and Eurydice because I saw hadestown and my life was changed

the apocalypse landoscar fic where every apocalypse is happening at the same time

Percy Jackson AU although the person on ao3 who's doing a percy jackson series right now is absolutely killing it atm I'm in love with them and therefore don't want to encroach on their territory (said lightheartedly)

Lando character study from last year that's now too raw and too angsty for me to look at so it'll have to wait until after he wins the championship and proves everyone wrong

the landoscar bridgerton AU

Landoscar outer wilds AU where they're stuck in a time loop right before the heat death of the universe

baby's first A/B/O fic which is either a charlando omega4omega vague charles character study or a twitch quartet + max + oscar pack fic feat. the older drivers grid dadding

a steven universe landoscar AU which popped up out of absolutely nowhere and idk what to do with. I don't even like steven universe

Star wars landoscar AU

As I said, if y'all have any Qs or things to say about any of these fics shoot me an ask and I'll try to answer it. Also to all the people who have sent me those lovely asks about my fics: I see them. I love you. I thank you. I am also awkward as fuck and don't really know how to respond to compliments. But thank you all very much I love you all kisses mwah

[its-all-papaya]

exes lando sky sports... my beloved...

yEAH exes lando sky sports !

from this wip game

this fic started as exes-to-lovers with brocedes haunting the narrative and it still IS that but also what it is is an outlet for my personal career angst... lol.

feels like everybody and their mother is writing a landoscar future fic rn (all with doriane pin as a merc driver too? good for her!), so this is me in on that i suppose. the vague premise is that lando and oscar were hooking up while they were teammates, then - following a title fight in what was originally going to be 2025 - oscar leaves mclaren and they like... fall out. become distant. who's to say? but the fic takes place like at least a half-dozen years after that, when lando is retired and oscar is (i think) driving for ferrari, and lando is back in the paddock as a sky sports commentator.

i think the themes will be like "roads not taken" and whether there ARE right choices, or just Choices (heyyy nutcracker fic dupe!). brocedes will still haunt the narrative i think. i think jenson will be in it. probably a bit of a retrospective from lando's point of view as well.

the song inspo for this one is coney island by taylor swift, if that does anything for anybody.

snippet below cut!

It feels a bit like the first day of school, buttoning the cuffs of his shirt and shaking his fingers through his fringe in the mirror above the hotel sink. It’s not as nice as the ones he’d had before – not as roomy, no personal note on the bedside table. Lando supposes that’s to be expected, though: contract’s not as nice either.

Hands in his pockets, perfunctory checks done – phone, wallet, keycard – Lando feels absurdly like he’s missing something anyway. There’s a yawn in his gut and an itch of anxiety like he’s untethered from something that matters. He’s been feeling just slightly off since his flight touched down in Bahrain, though, shifted like he’s viewing the whole city through a pair of colored glasses, so he dismisses it as more of the same and kicks the door shut behind himself with a snick that echoes loud in the empty hallway.

He only just remembers to swap sides of the Do Not Disturb sign before he goes. It’s something Jenson had reminded him of a week back, when he’d called sort of out-of-the-blue to check in, making Lando bristle and fidget like a proper rookie all over again while he tossed slacks and about 86 pairs of socks into his suitcase: broadcasting may be posh business relative to most things you could do for money, but relative to driving in Formula 1, nearly everything was kilometers less discreet.

You’re sort of on your own out there, mate, Jenson had said with a laugh through the phone, people deal with a lot less when you’re not driving the car.

[wanderingblindly]

Thank you my beloved @likepilotlights for the tag!!!!

Be forewarned that some of these WIPs haven’t been touched in. A year. And a lot of these are definitely around from the last time I did this lol but here we go!

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs

Landoscar:

Accidental flirt

Ch6

Gimme gimme more

…helmets…

It’s because of 90s lesbian vale isn’t it

Lando Norris, an authorized biography

Mrrp?

Sit pretty

Sleepless in… wherever (gut, rewrite)

Spontaneity

Symbiotic

WAG AU

Choscar:

Mr. To You

Sebson:

Prequel triquel

Tagging uhhhh @ipleadbritney @mossistyping @miamimaiden @fueledbyremembering 💖💖