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Champagne Weather

Carlos Sainz Jr / Oscar Piastri

19th Century AU

Chapter 4 “God, Forgive Me” out now!

Read on AO3

Snippet:

At night he wrote- had been doing so for a long time. He kept a small leather bound journal in the drawer beneath his law books- somewhere safe and secluded that he knew noone would find.

At first, he had only written scripture- as if to test himself incase god was watching. To remind him of the lawful sin. He would copy the verses with a careful hand, making sure the ink didn’t so much as smudge.

Then, after weeks, hidden in the margin of Carlos' recollection of the book of Isaiah, a single thought- a crack in the structure.

‘But what if what brings me light is also what condemns me to hell?’

He should have stopped there before it went any further.

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Champagne Weather

Carlos Sainz Jr / Oscar Piastri

19th Century AU

Chapter 4 “God, Forgive Me” out now!

Read on AO3

Snippet:

At night he wrote- had been doing so for a long time. He kept a small leather bound journal in the drawer beneath his law books- somewhere safe and secluded that he knew noone would find.

At first, he had only written scripture- as if to test himself incase god was watching. To remind him of the lawful sin. He would copy the verses with a careful hand, making sure the ink didn’t so much as smudge.

Then, after weeks, hidden in the margin of Carlos' recollection of the book of Isaiah, a single thought- a crack in the structure.

‘But what if what brings me light is also what condemns me to hell?’

He should have stopped there before it went any further.

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Inviting Oscar to play doubles just so he can watch that cake jiggle as Oscar runs around the court…I see you George Russell.

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the galex + oscar padel dynamic has intrigued me

oscar saying recently hes been playing a lot of padel

george casually inviting oscar to play padel

george and oscar have played padel before, going back to last year (qatar, etc)

george and alex always play padel together

alex has played padel with oscar

alex ALWAYS bringing up unprompted how oscar sucks at padel even when he was a rookie (borderline pigtail-pulling)

he even admitted “He's not even that bad. I just love saying he's bad in any chance I get”

alex giving padel lesson coupons (?) for secret santa and oscar instantly knows its him

galex have definitely discussed it since george gave the same to lando

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Champagne Weather

Carlos Sainz Jr / Oscar Piastri

19th Century AU

Chapter 3 out now! Chapter 4 out Sunday. Read on AO3

Snippet:

"This is dangerous, Oscar," Carlos spoke and Oscar knew exactly what he meant but he still found himself stepping closer.

Carlos let out a slow breath, his hand combing through his hair. “And yet…” He didn't make a move to step back- just looked deep into Oscars eyes. The air between them seemed to hang with tension, humming with electricity.

“And yet,” Oscar echoed softly, breath catching as his heart pounded in his ears. He could barely think like this, his entire body trembling and begging for something he couldn't have.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then, Carlos stepped back, clearing his throat. “We should head back before it gets dark.” He said and Oscar nodded, echoing his sentiment.

They mounted the horses in silence before they turned back toward the village.

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Champagne Weather Carlos Sainz Jr / Oscar Piastri 19 Century AU

Chapter 1 & 2 out now! Read on A03

Summary:

England, 1867-

When lawyer Carlos returns to his childhood village, he comes face to face with school teacher Oscar- a man he knew from his past. They walk the line of propriety through stolen glances, hand brushes and afternoons spend horse riding through the country. In a society that condemns their lifestyle, what will be the consequence of their love?

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Happy Father’s Day to Oscar Piastri and his daddies or whatever

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Champagne Weather Carlos Sainz Jr / Oscar Piastri 19 Century AU

Chapter 1 & 2 out now! Read on A03

Summary:

England, 1867-

When lawyer Carlos returns to his childhood village, he comes face to face with school teacher Oscar- a man he knew from his past. They walk the line of propriety through stolen glances, hand brushes and afternoons spend horse riding through the country. In a society that condemns their lifestyle, what will be the consequence of their love?

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Anyways, my carcar AU set in 1860s England with lawyer Carlos and school teacher Oscar is finished. Might fuck around and upload the first two chapters soon.

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1800s word game!!!

Hurt/help?

“You’re hurt,” He stated simply.

His legs ached. His eyes hurt

He looked down, “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“God help me,”

Oscar stepped in, closing the door gently behind him. His boots thudded softly on the wooden floor. “Did it help?”

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He’s checking out Oscar’s ass. I don’t make the rules.

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Food

(For the random word)

1. Dinner was a motion of courses, laughter and wine but Carlos could barely recount what the food tasted like.

2. His eyes finding Carlos’ as he gave him a very genuine thanks- feeding his arms into Carlos’ jacket as the warmth of his body enveloped him.

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smile/laugh for wip word game!

Carlos didn’t smile at him but he paused mid step, those deep, brown eyes still locked on Oscar.

Oscar smiled, fingers grazing over the dried ink on the page, memorising every swipe and curl of Carlos’ handwriting.

“I have been revisiting the romantics, something in the air seems to be drawing me to it,” Oscar said, to no one in particular but Carlos smiled faintly, reaching for his wine.

Carlos exhaled sharply, almost laughing without any humor lacing it.

Carlos looked at him head on now and laughed back.

“You remember that?” Oscar asked with a laugh.

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For 1800s word game

Hold, look/see, hope

Hold:

“Hold still,” Carlos mumbled. His fingers were warm against Oscar’s skin and Oscar hated how his heart pounded from the closeness of him.

“You don’t have to hold back,” Oscar whispered. Slowly, carefully, Carlos brought his own free hand up to cup Oscar’s cheek, thumb stroking in tiny circles.

Look/see:

Oscar couldn’t speak. Could barely look at Carlos.

“It has been over a decade and not a day goes by- not a day goes by where I do not regret leaving you,” Carlos said, turning to look at Oscar.

He remembered the look in Carlos’ eyes too- fear and longing all at once.

Oscar’s breath caught, and he closed the distance, moving close enough to see the fine lines at the corners of Carlos’ eyes.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” Oscar whispered.

Hope:

Oscar felt the weight of hope finally resting on his shoulders.

Oscar’s lips curved into a fragile smile, eyes shining with something that looked like hope.

“All good things, I hope,” Oscar said, eyes flicking between Carlos and Charlotte.

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Does Oscar precisely choose his outfits to drive the members of his harem mad? Maybe he wears shorts that become shorter and shorter each day until half his peach is hanging out and someone decides he needs to be chastised… or a shirt so tight it shows off the plump mounds his tits and the subtle outline of a bralette 🤭

mmm the whole gang drooling over the Monaco race suit pictures because Oscar ordered it extra small to show off his broad shoulders and nonexistent waist 🤤

Oh absolutely.

Everything he does is intentional even if everyone else thinks it’s innocent. Oscar knows what he wants and will do everything in his power to get it.

Purposely doesn’t buy bigger clothes when he puts on muscle just so the fabric can hug his curves better. Doesn’t wear particularly long shorts when working out so everyone can see his ass hanging out every time he does a barbell squat.

“Accidentally” forgets his own team kit and has to borrow Landos so he’s walking around in a shirt and pants a size too small with a big ass “LN4” plastered across them (I’ve already spoke about Landos major kink for seeing Lando in his clothes/with his name on him).

Gets as close to Charles as he can during the Monaco podium in hopes that Charles will touch his waist, even just a little. Sits beside Max in the press conference with his thighs out like the little slut he is in hopes that Max will plant his hand right on his leg. Asks Carlos to take him biking because he wants to learn and he shows up in skin tight Lycra to surprise Carlos who assumed Oscar would be wearing a shirt and pants like he usually does.

He probably wears some risqué underwear underneath too to see if any of them will notice and do something about it. Alex steals Oscar’s phone and holds it above his head, out of reach which has Oscar jumping up to try and get it but it makes his shirt ride up his torso and Alex nearly chokes on his own spit when he sees the orange lace of a thong sitting on Oscar’s hips.

None of these thoughts are cohesive or particularly well written but we ball lmao I’m just so tired.

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Aight