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Cowboy Carlos fucks Oscar against a door. See more below:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/70406751

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UHHHH HELLO??? WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS

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same anon as just before I messed up the fics ugh, anyways I'll restart

im in love with champagne weather and singular tastes as I reread both of them right now and it just does it for me one is devastating in the most perfect way and the other is the hottest in an even more perfect way

So I've been working on a regency era carcar myself

I've already uploaded a pwp of their dynamics but an continuing with another part that deals with some crazy stuff

It is mpreg ( breeding kink no I'm not sorry )

And it has elements that you've captured so well in the above mentioned fics that I was wondering if youd help me beta some parts of it, the smut and the storyline, if you like it that is

If you wanna id id drop by in ur dms off anon ( I think we have interacted off anon before )

(So yeah also ignore the previous ask i got confused between your fics )

Omg I’ve only just seen this, my apologies.

I’m glad you’ve enjoyed some of my fics! It’s greatly appreciated!

I can’t say I’d be much help with beta reading as I’ve no experience in it and I’m not the greatest writer but I’d be happy to at least try and help if you need it!

Only thing I will say is that I exclusively write bottom Oscar so I’d literally be no help if you need help capturing a dynamic with him as the top lmao.

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Rookie Oscar gets transported to an alternate universe where he and Carlos are teammates and “carcar” is the new “carlando”

Poor bby just can’t handle Carlos’ physical affection towards him

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Isack man, you gotta chill, no ones taking him from you, relax 😭

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george russell and oscar piastri on the grid before the race , netherlands - august 31, 2025 📷 mark sutton / getty

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F1 AGE GAP YAOI SUMMER TOURNAMENT: ROUND 1

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This is pialbon

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Please listen to the voices.

There's only 1(!!!) gaxcar fic on ao3.

Heed the voices,

Increase the fic count!!!!

Is there really only ONE? I did not think Max/George/Oscar would be THAT obscure lmao.

When I get time I’ll write the filthy sex dw

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for the prompt thingy, what about choscar with charles taking care of oscar somehow (like after a race or when he's sick or drunk etc)? <3

Charles was quiet as he tucked the blanket more snugly around Oscar’s shoulders, his fingers lingered for a moment in Oscar’s curls, damp with fever.

“You should of told me you were feeling this bad,” he murmured, brushing a thumb over Oscar’s flushed cheek. Oscar gave a soft, congested whine and clung tighter to Charles’s shirt, half-buried in his chest.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” he mumbled. Charles just smiled gently, settling back so Oscar could rest against him.

“I always worry about you.”

Oscar’s grip on Charles tightened slightly, whining pitifully. His voice was hoarse, muffled against Charles’ collarbone. “Don’t go anywhere…please,” He mumbled, body slick with sweat despite his constant shivering.

“I wont,” Charles said immediately- zero hesitation. He brushed Oscar’s hair back again, whispering, “Rest now. I’ve got you.”

Oscar didn’t reply, but the way he sighed and melted into Charles said more than words ever could

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Carcar, routine goes wrong, it could be whatever routine you like, morning/ warm up/ etc 🩵

“Are you kidding me?” Oscar muttered,staring at the burnt toast that decided to make it’s appearance from the toaster. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration , then looked down at his wrist to check the time- he was already five minutes late.

Carlos floated into the kitchen quietly, a towel still slung around his waist from his shower- his hair dripping a little onto the tiled floor. His demeanour shifted slightly from its casualness when he saw a frazzled Oscar standing in the middle of the kitchen.

“Are you alright, cariño?” Carlos asked softly, walking towards him.

“Everything is going wrong. Even breakfast. I’m gonna be so fucking late and I haven’t even finished the report that’s due today and I cut myself while shaving and I can’t find my tie and-“ Oscar managed to catch himself before he went into a full on monalogue about his shitty morning.

Carlos didn’t speak at first, he just approached Oscar slowly with the hesitation of a man trying not to spook a stray cat.

“Oscar,” He said, low and steady, eyes glued on Oscar as he caressed the sides of Oscar’s arms.

“Just breathe,” Carlos said and Oscar tried, really tried, but his hands gathered in tight fists at his sides as his mind spiraled again.

“Carlos, I don’t have time,” Oscar whined, and Oscar knew it was pathetic, but he couldn't help it.

Carlos grabbed his hands gently at that, prying them out of their tight fist.

“Oscar, you’re spiralling. Relax. It’s just toast, that’s all- not everything is falling apart,”

Oscar didnt speak but his lips trembled as he looked somewhere over Carlos’ shoulder- fearing that eye contact would break him down all over again.

But Carlos squeezed his hands, “You’re not failing, not everything is going wrong. You’re tired and stressed- you don’t have to deal with it alone,”

Oscar’s eyes welled with tears but he blinked them away quickly- trying to compose himself. He took a deep breath, then another. Then another. Eventually his breathing evened out.

“There you go,” Carlos said and for the first time that morning, Oscar felt his shoulders relax.

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ANOTHER ANGLE HAS HIT THE TIMELINE

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I’m constantly resisting the urge to feminise a fully grown man

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The voices are getting louder

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Crazy voice in my head wants me to write toxic gax /rustappen looking for a third (Oscar) to fuck out their frustrations on.

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Maxcar, Oscar as arm candy and just nothing changed about his looks or style. Turns up with the same kind of black shirt and Max calls him unironically fashionable. Everyone else is flabbergasted.

Oscar wasn’t wearing anything particularly fashionable. Not even anything that could be considered out there.

Just a plain black tshirt- one you could probably find anywhere for as cheap as 2 euros. He wasn’t even wearing any jewellery or particularly flashy shoes.

He was quite literally nothing extraordinary.

And yet, Max Verstappen was parading around with Oscar flush against his side, Maxs hand wound around Oscar’s waist like it belonged tjere- a dopey smile on his face as if he was showing off his p1 trophy. 

“Just look at him,” Max said cheerfully, guiding Oscar towards the group. “Fashionable, right? He doesn’t even have to try,”

Everyone just stares. Charles gave Max a look as if he was assessing whether he’d taken something he shouldn’t have. Carlos practically choked on his own breath as George and Alex shared a bewildered look.

“It’s only a t-shirt,” Oscar mumbled, shuffling shyly at the attention.

“Yet you make it look so good,” Max said, leaning into Oscar’s ear. Oscar just smiled in acceptance as if Max complimenting his fashion sense wasn’t absolutely deranged.

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carcar! something soft or hurt/comfort esque, maybe involving carlos pancakes or dessert in general?

Oscar sat hunched over the kitchen island, one hand laying limply against the marble as the other cradled his cheek. It wasn’t q comfort thing, not really. His eyes found a tiny speck on the wall that he found himself staring at for no particular reason other than to think.

Carlos didn’t speak immediately, just kind of hovered before deciding to become a one man band as he clattered through the cupboards.

He found what he was looking for eventually as he set the mixing bowl down on the island with a soft clink.

“Pancakes?” He asked in a tone that reminded Oscar a little of a nursery teacher. Soft and positive- trying to lure in positivity and prevent negativity.

Oscar blinked himself out of his trance before looking at his watch.

“It’s 11pm” Oscar said, blinking a little more aggressively.

Carlos shrugged, reaching for the fridge.

Oscar didn’t argue as Carlos threw the butter into the bowl. He didnt object as Carlos sifted the flour or added too much salt, he just let himself rest his head in his arms against the marble. He closed his eyes briefly and for a moment he though he was going to doze off.

“Do you want to talk about it, cariño?” Carlos asked and Oscar opened his eyes briefly to look at Carlos. Carlos wasn’t looking back though- just continued to make the batter.

“Not yet,” Oscar said, voice cracking.

“Do you want chocolate chips?” Carlos asked completely bypassing his last question, alreqdy lifting a handful. Oscar smiled softly.

“Yeah,”

Carlos smiled back, dumping way more chocolate than necessary into the bowl.

By the time Carlos slid a plate of fresh, warm pancakes in front of him, Oscar was already salivating at the smell

Oscar stared at it for a moment before picking up the fork. He didn’t speak as he took a bite, but his shoulders eased just a little- all the stress seeping from him:

Carlos leaned against the island, arms folded. “I also have ice cream” He said, and Oscar made a tiny sound somewhere between a sigh and a laugh. “You’re spoiling me.”

Carlos walked around the counter at that, standing behind Oscar as he gently slid his arms around him, Oscar leaned back into his warmth as Carlos planted a kiss in his hair.

“You deserve to be spoiled.”