On A Wednesday, In A Cafe, I Watched It Begin Again

Charles plays in the Fight Aids Cup charity football match at Monaco's Stade Louis II stadium | Jan 2024

thank u prev anon for bringing up fic recs do you have any good ones because i need to see oscar put into situations and. Humiliated. pls his character is always so interesting to read and analyse… totally not justifying my freak

en Gee El i like barely read fic anymore Shame emoji but like. i have it on very good authority ( @redbulldotgov’s bookmarks ) that these are peak…

under the seal by @piastriachios

6.2k lando/max/oscar abo

both hands by @clarenmac

15.4k anything clarenmac writes ill vouch for. lando/carlos/oscar insane threesome

strategy session by @fastcarscuteboys

3.1k andrea/oscar/lando orgasm control and rancid

can you feel the weight of the eyes on your neck by @bright-and-burning

2.3k andrea/oscar/lando exhibitionism

feels good (its a heavy copacetic) also by @bright-and-burning

3k lando/oscar self bondage and walking in on

contract renewal by @hanquality

37.7k lando/oscar orgasm control plus like every porn scenario u could imagine, vouching for all their fics putting oscar in situations

mountain calling by @aphelionatseven

3.2k carlos/oscar the spandex porn of all time. Major bang

a fountain of ichor, or a broken tap by @papayashowers

4k lando/oscar omorashi abo major bang

funny little frog in my throat by @antspaul

5.1k girl!charles/oscar essential reading oscar is obsessed with charles boobs

carcar tits drabble by @steviethenarwhal

5k as the title suggests if u like tits youll like this

stars are blind by hobfox

19.5k carlos/oscar been on my TBR for forever. virginity kink

i also of course just tag all the writing i loooove w fic rec so u can check that tag too hope this helps muah

🤨 low q oscar eyebrow dump

oscar via @/diddlysquat.farmshop on instagram

i just know this is somebody's kink i just know it

ended up worth it getting up at 3:45am bc now I can sleep easy knowing Lando won and is leading the WDC for the first time in his career

scraps

{carlos sainz x charles leclerc}

in which memory is a persistent thing. a love story in two halves.

-

Carlos buries his nose in the hood of the cream hoodie that Charles leaves behind, inhaling the scent of laundry soap and something unmistakably Charles.

If he closes his eyes, he can pretend Charles is here instead of thousands of miles away. Instead, the softness he wants to burrow into is hollow - empty - a poor replacement for the man he wants to touch, to taste.

He’s long realised he can’t rid himself of this yearning, and so instead of fighting it, he gives in freely - letting his hands wander over Charles whenever he can, to tease him with words and suggestive looks even when there are cameras around. He doesn’t care if anyone knows - his love demands expression.

He clutches the hoodie and wonders what other little scraps of Charles exists in his apartment, in his heart.

-

On the other side of the world, Charles stares out into the busy street, the spread of data sheets in front of him long forgotten, his coffee turning cold. Instead of the name he’s grown familiar with, one so close to his own, the papers are now scrawled with Lewis’ name, his numbers.

He feels sick.

Carlos isn’t even gone yet, but they’re already packing all memory of him into boxes.

Charles absently reaches for the little crochet toy in his lap - more carrot-shaped than chilli, and strokes a familiar line down the threading - now worn from his repeated, self-soothing movements.

Carlos once told him, teasingly, that he’d forget that toy that he’d handed to him. Like he’d be careless about it - leave it in the car, at the paddock, or in a hotel. They receive hundreds of gifts every race weekend - but this one, this time, is different.

He didn’t think Carlos heard him - but his whole face had grown serious even before he could play it cool for the cameras. “I won’t,” he’d said, almost stubbornly, more to himself than anything.

He won’t forget Carlos - no matter how many times the headlines remind him that it’s his last fucking year, no matter how many jokes Carlos makes or how casually he refers to their impending separation. He won’t forget their podiums and their losses, the taste of champagne that is especially sweet when Carlos sprays it right against his face - the taste of Carlos himself, when they’re alone behind closed doors, and he can finally summon the courage to let his hands and lips linger, possess. He won’t forget the way Carlos looks up at him from between his spread thighs, how his mouth can go from deliciously filthy to whispered tenderness that threatens to fracture him in seconds.

He has never been good with goodbyes. He was nearly inconsolable with Seb.

Now, with Carlos - it’s unthinkable.

His idly stroking finger catches on a loose thread in the crochet, and he swears when he sees the way his strokes have frayed the string, wearing it out with his carelessness. He needs to be more careful - the chili in his lap is already starting to unravel.

“You’re going to forget about it,” Carlos had said. A joke, mere weeks ago. He’ll bet Carlos has forgotten about it already.

Charles still hasn’t.

Won’t.

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said video that eviscerated me

landoscar (my love)

anything you ask i do (for you) (@fear8not1)

fake dating landoscar save me. save me fake dating landoscar.

Casual (@loquarocoeur)

THE landoscar roommates AU. i have read it an embarrassing amount of times and i'll fucking do it again.

except you (you can stay) (@fear8not1)

favorite favorite favorite comfort fic cannot even COUNT the number of times i have read this. safe, comforting lando my beloved

Impasse of Biting (@wanderingblindly)

i have never met a vampire fic i do not love. and this one is exquisite.

Pillow Duty (@loquarocoeur)

precious precious precious i adore sleepy lando

purring in my lap ('cause he loves me) (@nyoomfruits)

oscat my beloved

Questionably Homo Guidebooks Series (@wanderingblindly)

fake ? dating ? ig ? superb. tingly.

space debris (our memories)

astronaut ! lando ! engineer ! oscar ! this fic is soooo celestial. floaty, ephemeral... yeah. love her work.

You Bring Me Closer to God (@wanderingblindly)

singer lando. the Way He Is in this is so correct.

you spin me right round, baby

time loop ! i will never forget this fic. it is flawless. i want 100 spinoffs and that still wouldn't be enough. every detail is so chef's kiss.

Presenting all the times Carlos "i didn't see him" Sainz and Oscar "like I didn't exist" Piastri drove each other crazy on track

last clip from @otterpiastri and thanks to @eightyones for bringing up the cota sprint collision (which i had forgotten to add earlier)!

Did a 20 minute drabble sprint with my speedy gentlemen buds and came out with this!

Prompt: “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

I chose to do some Landoscar fluff :)

Under the cut!

It starts out quiet.

Like Lando isn’t even sure anything is even different. It’s casual. It’s normal.

But something has shifted in the way Oscar Piastri looks at him. And Lando doesn't know how to deal with it other than internal flailing and alarms screeching in his head.

“Here,” Oscar offers with a small nod, handing Lando his forgotten water bottle he had left abandoned in the hospitality an hour earlier.

Lando takes it from Oscar’s outstretched hand and feels their fingers brush just the tiniest bit from the pass. Lando shivers. He hopes it was internal shivering that is imperceptible to others, imperceptible to Oscar.

“Thanks.” Lando says mutely. And then Oscar does the damndest thing.

He winks at him.

Lando melts into a puddle. What is wrong with him?

—

Lando really should have the couch of his driver’s room facing the door and not facing away from the door. It was a tragic mistake in strategy on his part.

So it shouldn’t come as a surprise when he feels warm breath ghost over the back of his neck and a soft thud against the back of the couch.

He drops his phone. The traitorous device snaps into his chest and bounces onto the floor.

“Hey.” Oscar breathes down the back of his neck.

Lando makes a slightly mangled noise in response and scrambles to the floor to look for his phone. Nevermind it being a traitorous device, it’s now his savior to get Oscar’s breath away from his neck before he does something stupid like turn around and pull his face to Lando’s.

Lando finally grabs his phone and looks up at Oscar, who is now leaning over the top of the couch and tilting his head in a way Lando would die before he admits he finds cute. He’s smiling and waiting for Lando to get himself together.

It strikes Lando then. Oscar’s always waiting for him. Never pushy. Never impatient. Just. Waiting. Like he’s got all the time in the world for him.

He clears his throat. “Is it a habit of yours to frighten men in their own driver’s rooms?”

Oscar laughs, quiet and jerky, like he’s trying to bend over the front of the couch. He shakes his head. “Nah, just thought you’d appreciate these.”

At that, Oscar reveals a bag of stroopwafels he had been hiding behind the couch.

Lando gasps and climbs back up the couch to Oscar’s space.

“You dog. You did not get me stroopwafels.” Lando says in disbelief, trying to paw them out of Oscar’s grasp.

He hands them over with no issue, and Lando notices Oscar’s fingers linger just the slightest bit over Lando’s.

“Hopefully they make up for scaring the living daylights out of you?”

Lando nods his head hastily and starts tearing the package open before someone can come take them from him. Before Jon can take them from him.

“How did you get these past security?” Lando says with awe while offering Oscar a warm stroopwafel.

Oscar takes it and pops a corner of it into his mouth.

“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

And Lando feels like the air has been sucked out of the room at the absolute sincerity in Oscar’s tone.

And then Lando finally looks up at Oscar, really looks at him. And he finds something unwavering in his eyes.

“Oh.” Lando gets out quietly.

“Yeah.” Oscar agrees, nodding his head a bit and then scratching the back of his neck.

“Would you get me chicken nuggets too?”

A laugh punches out of Oscar at that. And Lando appreciates the warmth that spreads through his chest at seeing Oscar like this. There’s something there. Lando just has to figure out what it is.

What Lando would find out later, is that Oscar already knew what it was. He would just wait a while longer for Lando to catch on.

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