#carcar fic

[flore01]

What's with the carcar amnesia fanfic fever???? I want to play too!!!! 😢🥺

[lescarbille]

Am I the only only one who wait religiously on the next chapter of You're too sweet for me?

Cause it's just such a great Carcar fic.

[magnificentbirb]

just someone who wants my company (2.4k, ongoing, carcar)

“Do you want us to be friends?” Oscar blurts. (In which Oscar and Carlos find some common ground and realize that sometimes it's better to be alone together.)

Read on AO3

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ Good Luck, Babe! - [Part 1]

♥ next | ao3 link | masterlist

♥ pairing: oscar piastri/carlos sainz jr 

♥ ballet au - enemies to lovers

♥ PLEASE READ THIS AUTHORS NOTE (none of the pictures are mine)

♥ warnings: this fic has swearing and uses some ballet terminology

♥ taglist; @liamlawsonlesbian 

♥ a/n: I’m finishing the folklore series I SWEAR I just really wanted to start this as well lol

No one has ever gotten under Oscar’s skin the way that Carlos does. Since the beginning of time there’s been competitiveness in ballet, but as two of the very few men at their company, their rivalry became a little more personal. 

Carlos took his spot at the barre, a few people lunging out of his way. He practiced a few relevé’s to get his feet moving until he heard a group of girls whispering. 

“He talks so much shit about Carlos…” one of them said as he reached down and fixed the elastic on his ballet flats. 

“I guess Oscar really does hate him.” another mumbled with a shrug. 

“You can tell him it’s mutual.” Carlos pipes up, staring at them directly. 

The group quiets down, turning away from the man and pretending to stretch. 

“Who are we waiting on?” Toto, their instructor said, strutting into the room. 

A few people mumbled Oscar’s name in response. Everyone knew it was a dangerous game pissing off Toto. He never forgave tardiness.

Oscar showed up a few minutes late, sneaking through the crack in the door with his head ducked. Toto had his back turned to the class, adjusting the speaker. 

“Piastri,” he said, turning around. Oscar dropped his bag and lightly placed his hand on the barre beside him. 

“You’re late.” Toto crossed his arms. 

“I suppose I am,” Oscar smiled and a few girls around him giggled. 

“Get out of my class.” Toto nodded towards the door. 

“Sorry?” he questioned. 

“You heard me. Out. Late students do not dance.” 

“You’re joking,” Oscar grabbed the barre tightly. “I’m the leading man, you can’t practice this dance without me.” 

“Carlos will take your place today,” Toto stated. Carlos met Oscar’s eyes, smirking at him deviously. This did nothing but inflate Carlos’ ego. 

“This is a fucking joke,” Oscar mumbled, grabbing his bag. 

“Watch your mouth before I replace you completely.”

“Let that be a lesson to all of you.” Toto sighed, watching Oscar leave the class. “We’re going to start with some simple grande plié’s, tendu’s, and penché's. Then the girls will put on their pointe shoes, we'll do a few across the floor combos, and then work on the pas de deux. Carlos, thank you for filling in today.” 

Carlos nodded in response. 

“Looks like Oscar fucked around and found out.” A girl in the class whispered, eliciting a few laughs. 

-

Oscar was first in class the next day, stealing Carlos’ sacred barre spot. It was ballet etiquette to let the older and more experienced dancers take their position first. A couple of people eyed him while he warmed up. Carlos arrived just a few minutes before class started as always and immediately noticed the man in his place. He took the spot behind Oscar and whispered: 

“You’re petty.” 

“You took something of mine, now I take something of yours.” he referred to the incident yesterday. 

“Still mad that you showed up late? That was your own fault.” 

Oscar rolled his eyes. 

Toto entered the room, a group of women following behind him. The last person through the door was Susie Wolff, prima ballerina. The girls sat on the floor with their pointé shoes, hitting them on the floor to bang the noise out of them. No one wanted to have them clomping around the stage during their graceful variations. 

“Abbi and Oscar, you’re up.” Susie said, gesturing for them to come to the center of the room. Oscar snuck a few glances at Carlos as the other dancers watched from the sidelines. Everyone stood with a complete poker-face, watching intensely for a misstep that never came. At the end of their performance all the students clapped and stared blankly.

"Abbi that was truly amazing." Susie praised her. "Try to get your leg a little bit higher during your développé's and I think it will be perfect."

Oscar was too busy watching Carlos to hear Toto’s critiques. “Piastri, are you with us?”

“Huh?” he snapped out of his stare. “Yea, yes I am, sorry.”

Toto sighed, “Alright, you two go stretch while Amna practices her solo.” As they made room for her, Oscar could hear his phone buzzing in his back. This caught the attention of both him and Carlos. He snuck over to it pretending to get water, hoping his instructors were too preoccupied watching Amna to notice. He checked the notification on his phone reading:

Lando 

party tonight @ Charles’ be there at 10

Oscar 

sounds good i'll be there

“Too bored to be paying attention to your fellow dancers?” Carlos asked.

Oscar flinched, not expecting a voice to come from behind him. He quickly shut off his phone and hid it in a pocket.

“I just had to check something,” Oscar muttered.

“Well, try to stay off your phone before you get in trouble again.”

Another hour passed and class ended.

Oscar

Is there anyone at your company you just despise?

Lando

no…?

Oscar

no one, really?

Lando

should I? lol my company is contemp, jazz, and hip hop so the vibes are pretty good over here 🤷‍♂️

-

Oscar pushed himself through the crowded party, spotting Lando and Charles laughing and drinking.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he muttered, noticing another person with them. It was Carlos.

[f1amboyant]

Will you by any chance write a carcar fic? 😗 I just recently read your girl!carlos fic and I CANNOT help but imagine CARCAR in that kind of sitation or any situation really but just girl carlos.

I’ve been lurking at ao3 but it is so rare 😔

Hi anon!

First, thank you for reading my latest unhinged fic (girl!carlos x reader truly wasn't on my bingo card of what i would write for 2024 but here we are) 😘

Second, you have put an idea in my head and just 😮‍💨🫠🥵 As I said in the previous ask (the one that inspired that last fic), a character turned into a girl is not usually my fave trope. But girl!carlos?? With Oscar??? Yes??? Why does this work so well?? I can't get it out of my head. This is TOO GOOD. It's going straight to the 'to write' folder.

Please, feel free to share more ideas about this anon! 🧡

And also. Maybe I started writing a little something. A teaser maybe? 🤭

"You're a girl," Oscar deadpanned, arching both eyebrows high on his forehead.

Oscar wasn't sure he imagined the faint blush on Carlos' cheeks (his perfectly shaven cheeks). No, not shaven. Hairless. Smooth.

"No, I'm a man," Carlos protested with a deep frown. "I'm just… You know." He gestured vaguely at his whole body, forcing Oscar to look (as if he wasn't looking already).

Carlos' brows were just as dark and thick as before, his eyes just as wide and brown, his lips just as plush. Why would Oscar notice such details, that was a mystery to him. But he noticed the differences even more. The hairless cheeks unnerved him for no reason. Too slim limbs poked from the too big shirt and oversized shorts. The clothes dwarfed Carlos in a way that was impossible usually and completely irked Oscar's mind, but they bore the characteristic 55, meaning they truly were Carlos' clothes, it was just that Carlos was… Well. He was…

"You're a girl," Oscar repeated because there was no other way to put it.

The clothes also displayed the iconic Ferrari logo and there was no mistaking the swelling curve just underneath it, distorting the sponsors' logo and that little point that… Nope. Not happening. Oscar wasn't going to look at Carlos' chest.

At his breasts.

"You have boobs, mate," Oscar deadpanned, as if it wasn't obvious and as if he just hadn't forced himself not to look. "You're a girl."

"I'm still me," Carlos grumbled, threading his fingers through his hair. Longer hair. Black as always. Falling beautifully under his shoulders.

Beautifully? Really? Get a grip, Osc.

"Like," Carlos continued, searching for the right words he couldn't find. "I'm still me, a man. But just my body is… You know."

Oscar thought hard not to roll his eyes.

"Yeah, okay, sure. Gender and sex are different things," he shrugged. "It doesn't change the fact that this kind of things happen. You're a…"

"Don't say it again," Carlos hissed.

He plopped down on the bed, sitting at the edge of the mattress and crossing his arms and legs. Oscar didn't notice how that made the swell of his breast even more visible through the Ferrari t-shirt and he didn't notice how the already short shorts rode up even higher on Carlos' thigh. Nope. He didn't notice at all. Not at all.

Was it getting hotter in there? And why was he in Carlos' hotel room again? He never should have come in there. No. More importantly, why had Carlos texted him to come over? That didn't make any sense.

"I know it happens and believe it or not, it happened to me before but just," Carlos was saying, looking everywhere but at Oscar. "You don't have to say it. Just. Can you help me?"

Oscar's brain froze.

What?

He heard wrong, right?

Carlos couldn't be asking him what he was asking.

Right?

"Sorry?"

"Can you help me?"

"Why me?" Oscar looked around the room like he would find someone else hiding there and could push that person into Carlos' arms. Anyone else but him. "Why don't you ask Lando?"

The disgust on Carlos' face was telling, no matter what his face looked like at the moment.

"Lando is like a little brother to me. I can't do that with him."

"Charles then," Oscar decided more than he suggested.

Carlos looked back at him with eyes so wide and so still it was almost scary.

"I can't let Charles see me like this."

"Why not?"

And why was Oscar asking truly? Why was he still here? He should have left a long time ago. He should have left when Carlos had opened the door, half hidden in the shadows of the hallway and refused to show his face until he had closed the door securely. He should have left the moment he had laid eyes on Carlos and almost lost all sense of reason.

He shouldn't have come at all.

"Me and Charles, it's… It's complicated. I just can't, okay?"

"Okay."

It wasn't okay.

"You realize what you're asking me, right?" Oscar said, taking a step forward, like it could prove his point. What was his point, again? "Because this?" He gestured to Carlos' body, the body of a woman, no doubt about that. "There's truly only one way I can help you with this. You know that, right?"

Carlos softly bit his lip for a brief second, immediately followed by his tongue wetting the invisible indentation left there. Oscar was looking. He was looking so bad.

"I'm aware," Carlos said.

"And you're still asking me?"

"Yes," Carlos huffed. Like he was asking something so trivial and Oscar was being difficult about it. The nerve of this guy truly. This woman. Man. Whatever. "Stop stalling, Oscar." The r rolled on Carlos' tongue, unusual for Oscar's name. "What do you say?"

Truly, Oscar should have left a long time ago. Truly, he never should have come at all. Because now. Now this was an opportunity he couldn't pass. Now, he was tempted to say…

"Yes."

[carcarpodium]

i've been thinking a LOT about a carcar coffee shop au so i wrote this, hope you guys like it :)

It's really cold outside, there are just a few people out there and looks like it's about to rain, the coffee shop is almost empty except by few people hanging out but it doesn't seem like someone else is gonna enter soon, not even Carlos.

And once again Oscar is thinking about Carlos, it's been 5 days since last time he saw him, it's not that he's so obsessed to count the days he doesn't seen Carlos, that's just a simple coincidence. Logan tells him all the time he's acting like he has a crush on Carlos but he knows well he doesn't have a stupid crush on Carlos, he just thinks Carlos is a nice guy that is very goodlooking with his big brown eyes and big eyelashes, his big nose with freckles, his big lips, his beautiful long and fluffy hair, and his cute spanish accent, nothing else more, just that.

He hasn't known Carlos for too long, but he already knows the days and time he comes to the coffee shop and what he orders; an espresso, Oscar thinks that is outrageous to drink an espresso and even more so because he thinks Carlos is too sweet to drink that, but any way he always has Carlos' order ready, so everytime he comes he doesn't have to wait too much, call it whatever you wanna call it, Oscar just thinks it's more practical that way and he's sure Carlos appreciates that because he always leaves big tips in the jar, it's a win win situation.

"Stop pining over Carlos, Oscar, you look kinda pathetic." Logan came from nowhere scaring him, was he so lost thinking about Carlos to not notice Logan wasn't in the back anymore?

"I'm not pining over anyone, Okay? I'm just really bored, mind your own business mate." He rolls his eyes and turns back to do anything to keep him busy and in fact stop thinking about Carlos, but it's not just that, the day was really boring with such a cold weather, too cold that people doesn't want to buy a coffee.

"Don't lie to me, you have been so low since 5 days ago that happens to be the last time Carlos came here, I'm not dumb."

"How do you know Carlos hasn't been here since 5 days ago?"

"I can read your mind." Oscar looks back at him without any expression. "Just kidding, I heard you yaping about it in the back, you're not quiet at all."

"Fuck."

"The next time he comes you should ask for his number and text him, you've got nothing to lose, mate. It's really exhausting seeing you pining over him all the time."

"I've got nothing to lose? Have you seen him? He's so attractive, of course he's not gonna give me a second look."

"Yeah, I have seen him but I have seen you too, you're attractive, man, more the type cute but you're definitely attractive enough to catch his eye, you should try it."

"I'm not sure i like him enough to do that and..."

"Oh, quit laming, look who's here!"

Oscar turns around and looks at the front door where Carlos is already walking to, he's wearing a beanie and a puffy jacket and Oscar thinks he's never looked so adorable before, if he were insane he would've already ran to hug him, but he's not, he just smiles back at Carlos once Carlos notices him and feels already over the moon.

"Hi Oscar!" Carlos smiles at him and Oscar notices his cheeks are red by the cold, yup, he's definitely never looked so adorable before.

"Hi Carlos, How have you been? It's been a while." He smiles akwardly once he notices what just said, Why would he said that? He probably looks like a crazy and obsessive man.

"Oh, i had a terrible cold, but now I'm fine. How have you been?" Carlos giggles ignoring how probably weird were Oscar's questions.

"Actually, it's been terrible without seeing you, thank god you're here now." Oh, close! but he's definitely not saying that. "I'm okay, It's been kinda boring because of the weather, but everything's alright."

"I didn't know you would come today so I don't have your order ready, but don't worry i'll make it quickly."

"Oh actually, i don't want an espresso today, I'd like a hot chocolate with whipped cream, please."

"No worries, I'll have it in a minute."

Oscar turns back to make Carlos' hot chocolate and he's already so happy so if he puts extra whipped cream and extra marshmallows it's nothing but a coincidence.

"Okay, here's your hot chocolate, i hope you enjoy it. It'll be £2.50"

"Yeah, right." Carlos hands him a £5 bill and tells Oscar to keep the change, says goodbye and walks to the door. "Was good to see you, but I Gotta go."

"Oh yeah, it was also good to see you, comeback whenever you want!" Oscar waves at Carlos even if He's already out of the coffee shop and suddenly notices something falling out of the £5 bill Carlos just gave him, It's a note.

"+55 81 xx xx xx" Text me soon

-Carlos :)"

[taurusmoon-librarising]

thesis for a fic I’ll prolly never finish

[theemporium]

[smau] the f1 rumour mill is spinning and whispers are breaking out around the paddock. the biggest one this season? carlos sainz and oscar piastri may be being played by the same girl

note: ignore the dates on the tweets. i am too lazy to change them :)

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[drivestraight]

carlos/oscar | 36.5k, 6 chapters, rated E

part 1 of if and only if

Oscar doesn’t have a problem with his soulmate. It’s his soulmate who has the fucking problem.

blurb:

Once you develop a neural link with someone, you’re stuck with it until one of you dies.

Well, Oscar reckons, half-heartedly listening to the engineers debrief Lando’s race. On the bright side, killing Carlos would be one way to solve my problem.

Do NOT try to kill me in Zandvoort.

I would never.

Your thoughts say otherwise.

Focus on your debrief.

I am trying. You make it so hard.

[flore01]

plot idea for fanfics carcar/lestappen:

A "straight" guy has been dating a woman for some time, but the relationship isn't working for him and he doesn't know how to end it because he doesn't want to lose her (he really likes her as a person), so he arranges to meet her at a restaurant to talk about it, but he ends up getting into a very strange situation with another client, his girlfriend sees it and completely misunderstands the situation and is like:

"OH MY GOD. YOU'RE GAY!"

And when he realizes that she wasn't hurt, just sad that he's "living in the closet", he decides to invent this fic that he's really gay. But what he didn't expect was that she would end up telling everyone and he couldn't deny the story (not even his family).

She does everything she can to make him "happy" and "experience" finally living freely, and starts setting him up on dates.

Desperate about having to go to dinners with men he's not interested in, he says he's already met someone special who lives in another country (he's moving there).

He actually moves for work and there he meets a really cool girl and they become good friends, the only problem is that she has a brother/best friend who can't stand the protagonist and they don't get along, but a year later, he receives an invitation to the wedding of his ex who invites him and his "boyfriend" to her wedding as best men.

Desperate, he begs his friend's brother/best friend to go with him to the wedding as his "boyfriend".

So you already know: Fake relationship; a bed; enemies to lovers; forced approach...

[lescarbille]

You know what tonight I'm in a very special mood so I just share extract of every Landoscar & Carcar WIP/Pieces of stories I have on my computer that I will post.

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2

Our daddies kissing in a tree | Landoscar | Future fic & Kid fic | Long OS

“Listen, Oscar, I'm willing to admit on live television that you should have been the 2028 world champion if you agree to our girls having play dates.”

Oscar always found Lando slightly eccentric. 

At a time, the blessed one, when he was still a young driver and not competing for a world championship, he found this characteristic endearing. He ended up hating it like everything else about Lando until he left Formula 1 and realised that half of the resentment came from stress and the rest from buried, unacknowledged feelings. 

Oscar opens his mouth and immediately closes it. 

His daughter, his chaotic little Diane, has just exploded seventeen paint bombs throughout her summer camp, dragging Olivia, Lando's adopted daughter, down with her. Olivia, if Max's testimonies are to be believed, is the smartest, most adorable and kindest little girl, far from chaotic and mischievous like Diane. 

Why does a responsible parent want his daughter to play with his lovely gouache kamikaze?

“What ?”

“Olivia and Diane, friend,” Lando shortens, flapping his arms. 

“They have just transformed a holiday camp into a military camp using gouache.”

“I know.”

His accident at Silverstone in 2030 has messed up his head harder than Oscar thinks.

Down Bad | Carloscar | Girl!Oscar | Long OS or Short Multiple chapter story

“Our arrangement no longer holds? Or are you upset because I was better than you for the fifth time in a row?”

Carlos was wrong to think that Oscar was a demon. She is the devil incarnate. 

She looks at him with a satisfied look, red lips, and a smirk, her hand is still secure on his tie and she tortures him. She tortures him in the prettiest way possible, she gets under his skin, into his heart and corrupts him with the sweetest poison. 

“Ferrari messed up its strategies.”

“I told myself that behind his big eyes there wasn’t much, it’s surprising that Twitter calls you Ferrari’s best strategist.”, she seems to think. “Or not.”

And she pulls him into her room because that's always how it starts. She is the devil, and she knows her Mephistophelian dance. And damn, Carlos wants to dance it for the rest of his life.

Je t'aime l'été (link) | Landoscar | Summer Love AU | Long story

“O” or maybe “C”?

Is Charles Lando's true love? 

Red Cheeks and Reverse papaya cap | Landoscar | Landoscar Beef and Ferrari!Oscar | OS

Lando frowns as he looks at the apple peel in a barrel. He shouldn't believe the village fair witches.

Lando has to admit it. Ferrari may be bad at strategies, but they are resourceful when it comes to jokes. The entirety of McLaren hospitality is covered in a thick, red, gooey mixture.  This Asshole of Oscar Piastri. It's his fault.  “What is that?” asks Andrea. “Who did that ?” What are you going to do? Repaint McLaren hospitality red? If Oscar had apologized after blocking him at Spa, they wouldn't be here four months later. Ferrari should have known that a rookie wasn't a good idea, and Oscar Piastri is the worst they've ever had.

Your Breath in My ears | Landoscar | Race Engineer!Oscar | OS

“Lando, plan B” “No.” “Lando, plan B” “No.” “Do you want to win the race?” Oscar asks in his usually placid tone. "Yes." “Okay, then move on to plan B.”  Lando lets out a frustrated growl in his car. Anyone who hires Oscar Piastri as his race engineer should be fired.

How to save the universe according to Lando and Oscar | Landoscar | Space AU | Long Story

The Universe is vast, that’s a general truth.  The sun are hot. The water gets wet. The Universe is vast. So why, in the name of the holy Higgs Boson, is Lando condemned to encounter Oscar Piastri on every planet he goes to?  And why in the name of black holes does he look so sexy in his gold outfit in a crowd made of assassins who would pulverize him if he had any idea who he was? 

I like my man in green | Landoscar | Harry Potter AU | OS

“He’s a Slytherin!” Carlos yells. “They gave you a Slytherin as your tutor." Lando shrugs. The beaters of the Slytherin Quidditch team, Oscar Piastri, a little nerd with glasses, and now Lando's transfiguration tutor, don't look like a threat.  “He sent me into the stands with a bludger during the last match. I ended up in the infirmary.” Carlos can be a bit of an idiot, he doesn't blame him. 

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ Good Luck, Babe! - [Part 4]

♥ pairing: oscar piastri/carlos sainz jr 

♥ ballet au - enemies to lovers

♥ synopsis: no one has ever gotten under oscar’s skin the way that carlos does. since the beginning of time there’s been competitiveness in ballet, but as two of the very few men at their company, their rivalry became a little more personal.

♥ (none of the pictures are mine)

♥ a/n: IM SO SORRY FOR ABANDONING YOU GUYS FOR LIKE A MONTH 😭 tysm if you’re still reading and ty to bestie @livlusail for everything <3

READ HERE -> AO3 Link | Main Masterlist

snippet:

Oscar's abilities clearly stemmed beyond choreographed pieces and that was now evident. How was it that they always found themselves caught in these situations? It stopped being a coincidence when the two started being enthralled with each other. It's normal to watch one dance, but this was becoming a common occurrence. Standing still, silent, and thoughtless, watching as if Oscar was the greatest thing he'd ever laid eyes on. He's begun to convince himself that this is normal.

[f1amboyant]

Ant's masterlist: oscar piastri x carlos sainz jr

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[pia55tri]

“I just moved to my new Monaco apartment, but the removal company refused to carry my mattress upstairs, you live in my building, can you help me?”

thank you, anon, for sending this prompt in and all the other prompts 🫶

It’s just the universe laughing at him, really, that he’s gone and knocked on the neighbour’s door and it opens to Carlos Sainz Jr.’s perfect fucking face. In Monaco.

Oscar doesn’t even know why he’s so surprised. It was Lando who recommended this building to him, a little away from the more busy centre of the little-big city of Monaco. He said he needed it to be subtle, he needed a little bit of air. And Lando, who thrives in the bustle and chaos of the metro, immediately went, Ah! I know the place for you, mate. Check it out? Oscar did and it was perfect. And of course, he should have known that the place was exactly to his standards and needs because Lando heard about it from Carlos, who Lando has always liked saying is very similar to Oscar in all the ways that matter but that Oscar refuses to acknowledge.

“Oscar,” Carlos says with a pleasant inflection that mollifies the brief spike in Oscar’s heart rate. “What a happy surprise. Are you living here, now?”

And Oscar just looks at him with wide eyes. Oscar is still in his crumpled airport clothes and smelling of the sun and desperate for a nap. Carlos is — His hair is a mess about his head. His cheeks are covered with scruff darker than Oscar is used to seeing. And he’s shirtless, flushed lines all over his skin like he was just in bed. And. He looks like he smells like… fresh sheets or pancakes. Luxury cologne.

“Erm. Yeah. Yes. I just moved in today, actually. Actually, I knocked because,” he cringes, “because I needed someone’s help and you were the neighbour…” And, really! He should be grateful his neighbour just so happened to be someone who actually spoke the one language he could speak  and not one of the many languages he didn’t. “The moving company left my mattress downstairs and I was thinking of getting maintenance to help bring it up, but they’re all busy right now. I just. I need help.”

(Somewhere in the city, Lando Norris is laughing at him.)

Carlos patiently listens throughout his long, winding plea, and then, finally, nods, and says, “Sure. Let me just put a shirt on.”

“Right,” Oscar says.

Carlos doesn’t even bother closing his door, so Oscar stands there and tries not to watch his muscles moving as he tugs on a shirt that pulls tight around his unfortunately well-shaped biceps.

“Stairs?” he asks.

They’re not anywhere near the ground floor. So, of course, Oscar can’t turn down a challenge like that, and he says, dumbly, “Sure.”

That is how Oscar finds himself not staring at Carlos’s broad shoulders as they make their winding way down too many flights of stairs.

Oscar doesn’t even know what they talk about as they go. All he can think about is how warm it is in the stairwell, and how it makes Carlos’s lilting accent bounce around and settle into the folds of his brains. It must be the jetlag. Or the Monégasque heat. Or the insanity his sisters have always sworn he had.

When they get to the lobby, his mattress is exactly where the moving company had left it, laid mortifyingly out in the open. Thankfully, it is the middle of the day and no other residents are walking about the place to bear witness to this entire thing. Together, they haul the mattress to where it miraculously fits inside the elevator and pick up a rather lovely conversation that Oscar isn’t used to having outside a long plane-ride or at one of someone or other’s parties. What he is used to is ignoring how Carlos’s biceps bulge every time he moves or how his plush lips fall open when he breathes.

When they manoeuvre the mattress around his, actually rather sparse, furniture and onto his bedframe, Oscar is so relieved and grateful that he doesn’t even blush about his underwear lying on the floor of his room.

“Thank you,” he says, kicking a pair of Calvin Kleins behind himself. He tries for a smile. “Really appreciate it, mate.”

“It’s nothing,” Carlos shrugs.

“No, it’s really not,” he insists, leading them to the kitchen. “Actually, do you want to stay for lunch? It’s really the least I could do.”

Carlos raises his brow. “So polite?”

Oscar is about to say something smart when he abruptly shuts his mouth and spins back around from the empty fridge to face Carlos. “I. Erm.”

Carlos looks amused, eyes crinkling at the corners. Oscar can feel the heat radiating off himself.

Carlos laughs easily. “I’ll pick a place and you pay, okay?”

And Oscar nods, calm and cool. “Sure.” He can do that. It’s absolutely normal.

“I’ll drive.”

Oscar keeps nodding. “Erm. Cool.” Very cool. A ride in Carlos’s Ferrari. Nice. Cool. Chill.

But then, Carlos winks and says, “It’s a date.”

And Oscar, helpless, charmed, does not swoon. Instead, he says, “Yeah.”

[shrimptiger]

F1 kinktober 2024

I will not be uploading my fics to tumblr. All of them are exclusive to ao3, but I will post here each day of Osctober to let people know when a new fic is out!

None of the fics here are driver x reader

Virginity landoscar

Threesome carlandoscar

Aphrodisiacs / Sex pollen landoscar

Toys landoscar

Cockwarming landoscar

Shower sex landoscar

Pet play carlando

Lingerie / Stripping landoscar

Hate sex carcar

Semipublic sex landoscar

Phone sex landoscar

Dare / Bet carlando

Morning sex landoscar

Temperature play carlando

Possessive sex carlando

Somnophilia landoscar

Hands landoscar

Creampie carlando

Drunk landoscar

Hot tub / Jacuzzi landoscar

Frotting carlando

Humiliation carcar

Watersports landoscar

Winners room carcar

Body worship landoscar

Sadomasochism carlando

Free use carlando

Daddy kink carcar

Overstimulation carcar

Dry humping landoscar

Aftercare carlandoscar

I'll see you in october :D