#osctober 2024

[nyoomfruits]

osctober day seven

prompt: hurt pairing: lando/oscar word count: 500

“You broke your rib?” The door of Oscar’s driver’s room hits the wall with a resounding crash.

Oscar looks up from his phone. “Uh,” he says. Lando is frowning at him from the doorway, arms crossed. He looks pissed, which is weird, because like. It’s not Lando’s fault he broke his ribs? Also Oscar did not break Lando’s ribs, so. “A little bit?” he says, when Lando just keeps glaring at him.

“A little- What the fuck, Oscar? Why did I have to hear this from Jon?”

Oscar rather he hadn’t heard it from anyone. It’s a bit embarrassing, isn’t it. Breaking your rib because you sat wrong in your car? McLaren keeps saying it was a fault in the seat, keep apologizing, but Oscar knew the second he got in the car something was off and he never said anything, so. Yeah. Anyway, it’s stupid. It doesn’t matter.

When Oscar stays quiet, Lando deflates. “I just. I don’t know. I thought we were becoming like. Friends.”

And then suddenly it hits Oscar. Lando’s anger. He feels left out. To Lando, being in his inner circle means sharing. Telling each other things. Being open with each other. Lando, for some reason, seems to think Oscar purposefully kept this from him. That Oscar thinks they aren’t friends.

Sure, Oscar is still a little bewildered sometimes that they are, like. He likes Lando, but he never anticipated Lando liking him back. Never expected Lando to enjoy spending time with him as much as Oscar enjoyed spending time with Lando.

But Lando thinks they’re friends. And Oscar wants them to be friends. Well. Truly, deeply, honestly, he wants them to be more, but like. He’ll take anything. He’ll take friends.

“I didn’t tell my mum,” he blurts out, and Lando stares at him, clearly a little confused. “I didn’t want to worry her,” Oscar adds on, hopes Lando gets it.

And he does, eyes widening and mouth falling open in a little ‘o’ shape. “Don’t be silly, you muppet,” Lando says, walking over to the couch Oscar’s still sitting on and flopping down next to him. “We’re friends. Friends worry. Also tell your mum. She’d want to know.”

“Yeah, I. Yeah. Thanks.”

Lando cocks his head. “Which side is it?” And when Oscar points to the broken rib, on the other side of Lando, Lando comes closer, snuggles into Oscar’s side.

“Uh,” Oscar says, again, glancing down at Lando, even though he really can only see a mop of curls from here.

“Cuddles always really work when I’m hurt,” Lando says, decisively, like he’s daring Oscar to kick him off the couch. Like Oscar ever would.

“Okay,” Oscar says, and settles in. Honestly, it’s not the most comfortable position, he’s slouched a little too low and it’s definitely agitating his ribs, but he’s not about to tell Lando that. And he’s definitely not about to move. “Tell me about that thing for Quadrant you were working on,” he says, and lets Lando’s voice wash over him as he launches into an explanation.

Yeah, maybe he can’t have Lando, and maybe they will always just be friends. But he can have this and that’s. That’s kind of nice, too.

[pumpkennpie]

Osctober 2024

Hello everyone! There's a new event in town- welcome to Osctober!

Let's go over the basics!

What is Osctober?

Osctober is an event made by creators for creators. We've come up with 31 individual prompts, one for each day in October.

Who can participate?

Everyone! Writers, artists, gif-makers- do you make F1/Oscar related content? Then you're invited!

How do I participate?

Create something for the prompt of the day (or any other day) and post it! We are using the tumblr tag #Osctober 2024, and there is a collection on AO3 called 'Osctober 2024'. Post your work in either or both!

There is no sign up, so no obligations!

Do I have to do every prompt/day?

Nope! See one that suits your fancy? Do it up! Create as much or as little as you want!

What if I miss a day?

Feel free to go back to any prompt you've skipped! We'd like to keep the posts in line with the prompt of the day, so try not to post early, but going back is fine!

Are there any rules?

Barely. All we ask is that your work contains Oscar in some form. Feel free to write any pairing, gen fics, anything that focuses on Oscar!

Be respectful and support and uplift your fellow creators. Have fun, and celebrate a fun month of content!

I will post a reminder on the 1st of October, and once a week after that.

If anyone has any questions, don't hesitate to drop me an ask or send me a message!

[dellephone]

cat + maxcar

Max freezes when he spots Oscar in the paddock. The soft ears peeking out of his hair— surely he would be offended if Max asked to feel them. His hand twitches. He’s walking toward Oscar before he can think about it.

“Oscar.” His ears twitch. He nods toward Max, his arm makes a half-aborted motion toward his head— like he wants to hide his ears. Max wonders briefly why he only has the ears, or if that’s the only new visible part. For example, maybe a tail—. Nope. Stopping that train of thought. He fights the urge to check. Or ask. Keeps his gaze on Oscar’s.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Oscar’s expression would be almost comedic if he didn’t sound so resigned.

“They’re nice,” Max offers. He can’t stop thinking about them. They look soft. His hand twitches again. He hopes Oscar doesn’t notice.

“Thanks,” his voice is flat. Oscar gives him a look that leaves him inclined to believe he is being judged harshly, but his cheeks take on a tinge of pink.

“Can I feel them?” Fuck. Max tears his gaze away from the offending ears. "Um, sorry.” He didn’t mean to say that. He laughs shallowly, opens his mouth to say as much.

Oscar’s eyes are wide, the red now clearly spread across his face. “No it’s uh, it’s fine. I mean,” he reaches one hand up, touches the edge of his ear. Max can’t help the way his eyes trail the movement. “You can feel them.”

Max freezes, mind blank. What. “I can…” he blinks, “feel them?” Max meets Oscar’s eyes. “Are you sure?”

Oscar nods. Leans just barely toward Max.

[utopiastri]

and i'll learn how to fly

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, archive-locked

“Shut up.” “Oscar, I really would prefer it if you used language that was less...coarse.” “Sorry, Grandma.” Yeah, so sorry, Grandma, he thinks, please forgive me for my coarse language — you see it’s just that it’s not everyday you find out you’re the crown fucking prince of Genovia.

i saw the "crown prince" osctober prompt, thought about the princess diaries and blacked out - bon appetit!

[lescarbille]

Osctober | Day 2 | curse

In another life, our touch will be warm

OS | 3.8K | ancient Greece | AU | angst & tragedy with happy ending

Oscar loves him.

Carlos has become the sun of his life, he revolutionises around him like a planet in search of heat.

Oscar should have known that behind all this happiness, there lay a dire curse.

[lewispitlane]

rest by this fire, and make you feel safe (osctober 2024)

link🔗

summary:

Or maybe none of that mattered, and this was just the way they lived. He could live with this. He could tame those flames, and feel normal again.

***

Or: Lando brings Oscar to his hometown, and some feelings happen

(Osctober Day 6: Autumn)

posted on ao3 on 6/10/24, gift for marinabaybubbly.

tags below:

chapters: 1/1 | fandom: formula 1 rpf | rating general audiences | warnings: no archive warnings apply I relationships: landoscar |

tag: @leftneb :))))

[avida-heidia-5]

Osctober 2024

Day 16: Pastries 🥐🧑🏻‍🍳

For this prompt, I decided to turn Oscar into a………well, a Pastry chef!!! That’s it, really!

Oscar’s Pastries: You give him the dough, he’ll give you the actual dough in return! Baked to perfection; the Papaya way!

This is my second submission for the Osctober fic and art prompt event, which is hosted by @pumpkennpie.

You can also view my work on AO3 here and you can view the Osctober event itself on Tumblr here.

[landoom]

DAY 2 - CURSE

Also on AO3

“Oscar?” Lando asks as he takes the call, surprised to see his teammate’s name on the screen on one of their rare free Sunday mornings. Oscar is not a morning person and he always texts.

“Lando!”

Oscar’s voice sounds strange and it doesn’t take long for Lando to identify the tone as panic. Oscar never panics.

“Lando… Tell me you’re in Monaco!”

“Hum… Yes… Are you stuck outside after a night out or what?” Lando jokes because Oscar doesn’t do nights out.

“Not exactly…”

“Awww… Osc! You can tell Uncle Lando everything you know!” Lando teases but he stops when he hears another voice.

“Cabron! Tell him to come!”

There is no mistaking that accent.

“Ca-Carlos?”

“Shut up, Carlos! You were the one wanting ME to call him!”

“Because we’re in your apartment!”

“Guys?” Lando tries but the two keep bickering so he tries again a bit louder. “Guys!”

“Oh... Sorry Lando so… Hum can you come over?”

“Fast,” Carlos adds.

And okay, Oscar is never that jittery, Carlos is always way more polite and they don’t like each other so why are they together? The situation suddenly seems way less funny.

“Ok… On my way.”

“Thanks.” he hears Oscar say just before hanging up.

***

Less than fifteen minutes later, Lando is knocking on Oscar’s apartment door. He still has no idea of what is going on and neither of the scenarios his brain has come up with during the drive fits.

And still, when the door opens, Lando realises his scenarios are way less strange than what he’s seeing.

Oscar is dishevelled in a way that he even isn’t after a nap. He wears one of his boring white t-shirts but it’s covered in various stains. And he’s looking at Lando like a lost child in a mall.

But that is not even the strangest part… Lando’s eyes follow Oscar’s arm and there, in his hand is another hand that clearly belongs to Carlos.

Carlos who looks as bad as Oscar, just with fewer stains on his T-shirt.

“Come in,” Oscar finally says voice strained.

Lando follows his friends who are still holding each other’s hands. It’s kinda cute in a way. It’s true when they say hate and love aren’t that far from each other. But that still doesn’t explain why Oscar has called Lando in a panic on a Sunday morning.

“Ok, guys… I’m happy for you, really but why am I–”

“We’re not together!” Oscar cuts Lando’s sentence, turning to face him again. Carlos wasn’t expecting the move and he nearly tumbles.

“Hum… You’re holding hands.” Lando points.

“Yes, and that’s the problem!”

“Ok… I’m not sure I’m understanding what’s going on here.”

“We should sit,” Carlos suggests. “Have a coffee and then explain?”

Oscar looks at him like he’s an idiot. So they aren’t in love?

“Do you want me to remind you what happened when we tried to make coffee earlier?” he asks, gesturing to his t-shirt with his free hand.

Lando still can’t connect the dots and he doesn’t like coffee.

“Ok, we can sit but please tell me what’s going on!”

Carlos nods and moves towards the couch, tugging Oscar behind him. They sit next to each other, still holding hands when Lando plops on the armchair.

“So?” he asks, unable to hide his impatience. Nothing makes sense and Lando doesn’t like not understanding what is going on.

Oscar looks at Carlos, eyebrow lifted. Carlos doesn’t react.

“Are you going to explain? As I was so bad at it when I called Lando apparently… ”

“You’re the one responsible for this,” Carlos answers, moving their joined hands.

“What? Are you kidding me? Do you really think I’ve wanted this?”

Lando is startled by the way Oscar has just raised his voice. Oscar never raises his voice.

“Hum… Guys?”

“Sorry, Lando.” they both say at the same time before glaring at each other.

“So…” Oscar finally starts. “We’re cursed.”

Ok, that clearly wasn’t in any of the scenarios Lando imagined.

“What?”

“Start from the beginning!” Carlos says, elbowing Oscar who frowns at the touch.

“Yeah… So, this morning when I woke up, Carlos was there. In my bed. Holding my hand.”

“And I didn’t come here!” Carlos explains earning himself another glare from Oscar.

“Are you letting me explain or what?”

Carlos just shrugs. If Lando’s brain hadn’t shut off at the curse part, he would have found that funny.

“So… Yeah, Carlos didn’t come here by himself and… We can’t let go of each other.”

“What do you mean?” Lando asks, not sure he is processing all the information.

Oscar lifts his hand then and Carlos follows. He tugs towards the left and Carlos follows. Carlos tugs towards the right and Oscar follows. As if they were glued together.

“Oh…”

“That is an understatement.” Oscar deadpans.

“Have you tried to… tug harder?”

They both nod.

“We fell on the floor,” Oscar adds.

“You mean that YOU fell on the floor and made me lose my balance!”

“I fell because you tugged too hard!”

“Guys…” Lando feels the beginning of a headache around his temples. Oscar and Carlos's “hate” for each other was mostly amusing as they didn’t have to interact that much but this is getting a bit too much.

“Sorry,” they say at the same time again and, this time, Lando was expecting the glares exchange that followed.

“So… You’re cursed and you have to keep holding hands… And you called me for help because…”

“It was Carlos's idea. I wanted to call Max as his sister is a witch…”

“Lando’s mother is a witch, too!” Carlos explains, with a proud smile.

“What?” Oscar looks at Carlos and then turns towards Lando “You never told me that!”

“Sorry… Wasn’t sure if you were okay with magic and then the opportunity never came.”

“Ok… I reckon it’s not the right time to discuss this…”

“Ok… I’m going to call her and see if she can help.”

Carlos and Oscar nod as Lando grabs his phone.

***

“Yes, Mum… They are holding hands.”

“…”

“Yes, they’re stuck.”

“...”

“They tried…”

“…”

“Probably during the night as Carlos was there when Osc woke up…”

“…”

“Not really.”

Lando is pacing Oscar's living room, feeling Oscar and Carlos's gazes following him everywhere.

“Ok… yeah… Makes sense…”

“…”

“Oh… Are you sure?”

“…”

“Yeah, ok… I… Yes, of course.”

“…”

“They are not going to like that…”

“What?” Lando hears Carlos say but he doesn’t acknowledge him.

“Ok… And if it doesn’t work?”

“…”

“You’re sure?”

“…”

“Ok. Thanks Mum.”

“…”

“Yeah, I’ll let you know.”

“…”

“Bye Mum. Love you.”

“So what did she say?” Carlos asks as soon as Lando hangs the phone up.

“You… I mean… I’m just repeating what she said here.” Lando precautiously says as he sits back on the armchair.

“Go on. I don’t think it can be worse than being stuck with him.” Oscar says, with another glare towards Carlos.

“I think it could,” Lando answers as he remembers his mother’s words. She seemed really sure of herself and her explanations made sense…

“Lando… Come on!” Carlos insists.

“So… hum… It seems that the curses that link two people physically are always a way to make the people involved realise something…”

“And what are we supposed to realise? That we can’t coordinate enough to make coffee?”

Lando shakes his head and looks down before he continues.

“You’re meant to realise you have feelings for each other…”

“Feelings?” Oscar repeats.

“Oh, I have many feelings for that guy!” Carlos adds, ironically.

“The only way to break the curse is a true love kiss,” Lando concludes.

The silence that follows is deafening.

“You’re making fun of us, aren’t you?” Oscar finally asks, eyes wide open in pure horror.

Lando shakes his head. He was sure they weren’t going to like it. But now that he’s thinking about it, it’s not as ridiculous as it may seem. Like, he wasn’t that surprised when he saw them holding hands earlier. Hate to love and all that jazz. And, he’s close with both of them. He knows how different they can be but when he thinks about it, he can also see how they could complement each other.

”Lando…” Carlos asks, voice strangely low and unsure.

“Yeah?”

“Your mother… Did… Did she say it might not work… I mean… Can she be wrong?”

“She seemed quite sure.”

“Ok,” Carlos says, looking quite defeated.

“So… Hum… I’ll leave you two alone then,” Lando concludes, standing up again.

He notices the pleading eyes of Oscar but there is no way he’s staying to watch these two bickers for hours before they finally get to kiss each other out of desperation and… hopefully, realise that his mother was right and they might be a bit in love.

“Lando…” Oscar says, hesitating.

“Yeah?”

Lando looks at his teammate with what he hopes is an encouraging smile.

“We… Hum… We’ll keep you updated.” Oscar says finally.

Carlos nods and Lando can’t help but notice that it’s the first time they agreed on something.

“Have fun!” he says before seeing himself out.

And as he goes back to his flat, Lando realises he’s a bit envious… Not of the curse of course. But he’d love to have a soulmate, too.

As he thinks that, he remembers he didn’t exactly tell Oscar and Carlos about that part… They will discover it soon enough!

***

The first message comes only two hours after Lando comes back to his flat. It is from Oscar.

“Say thank you to your Mum.”

Carlos’s message follows a few minutes later.

“I hate magic.”

Lando laughs out loud at that, just before another message comes.

“Oscar told me to say thank you.”

Lando just laughs harder. This is going to be fun…

[jennarations]

Happy Osctober! 🎃

Thank you @pumpkennpie for putting together this lovely event <3 I have one measly contribution to make, so hopefully yall like it! It’s for Day 5, Teacher AU!

Also I don’t have the brain capacity to figure out ao3 rn so the drabble will just remain here for the time being :)

It starts, as most things do, with budget cuts.

Problems with too many enrolled students, not enough seats in rooms that already feel claustrophobic, teachers that have to start working during preps for pennies on the dollar.

This is how Oscar finds himself trying to teach English Lit in a shabby closet space that shares a room divider with the art room.

It’s not like he really cares all that much about the room itself, after all he’s here for the students, not this shitty school building. Through the divider Oscar listens for the sound of pottery wheels whirring away, and an excitable voice guiding the ceramic process.

“Mr. Piastri?” Stephanie pipes up from her makeshift desk that she shares with Thomas.

Oscar clears his throat and pulls his eyes away from the loud noises from behind the divider.

“Yes, sorry, Stephanie. What’s the problem?” Oscar pushes himself off of his own desk.

“Did you want me to keep reading the passage?” Stephanie squeaks out.

Shit, Oscar was supposed to be paying attention to the passage to make sure his comprehension questions were presented at each checkpoint. Whoops.

Oscar smiles and scrubs a hand through the bit of hair that never seems to stay off his forehead no matter how much gel he uses. “Um. No, that’s fine. What did we learn about the character in this paragraph?”

Oscar tries to push thoughts of boisterous laughter and golden skin, marred with clay and paint from his head.

He fails miserably. He’ll have to go over these comprehension questions again next week for sure.

—

“Osc?”

Oscar peeks up from his corner of the room, placing his pen down on the mound of ungraded quizzes in front of him.

He knows who’s looking for him. Only one person in this school calls him something other than Mr. Piastri or Oscar.

“Seems you guys got a bit out of hand today it sounded like.” Oscar says with a small smirk.

The man emerges fully from behind the room divider, sheepishly rubbing at his neck. There’s glaze on his left elbow.

“Yeah, well. My foot slipped on the wheel while I was pulling the form up and it sent some clay straight to the ceiling.”

Oscar snorts, “Is that why one of my students was staring at the ceiling for the rest of the period?”

Lando wanders over to his desk, skimming his fingers along the edge of it. “Could be. Or maybe they just found it more interesting than whatever you were teaching.”

Oscar feels a warm feeling settle in the pit of his stomach and a smile worm its way out. “Oh yeah? Well at least I had a lesson plan for today.”

Oscar leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. He knows that action makes his button down flex around his arms just the slightest bit.

Lando slides himself along the desk, fingers exploring the mismatched pencils and pens in Oscar’s Okayest Teacher Ever mug. A flush is starting to crawl up from underneath his henley, Oscar notes.

Lando flicks his eyes from his ministrations with the pens to Oscar’s face.

“Better be careful leaning back in that chair Mr. Piastri, I watched a substitute topple it backwards last week.”

Oscar hums in acknowledgment and promptly pulls himself up from the chair in one fluid motion. Lando doesn’t even have time to react before Oscar is crowding his space against the desk, running his thumbs over Lando’s hipbones in an instant.

Then Oscar is all hot breath against Lando’s ear whispering quickly, “I wonder why there was even a substitute here in the first place, hm?”

Lando shivers and bites down on a whimper. His hands come up around Oscar’s neck instinctively.

“Y’know, I can’t quite remember. I think it might’ve had something to do with the normal teacher being fucked into next week.” Lando mumbles.

Oscar pulls back the slightest bit and notices the shit-eating grin plastered on Lando’s face.

In response he grips Lando’s hips and pulls him flush against his body.

Lando gasps at the sudden contact, shivering in Oscar’s hold.

“Could have had something to do with it. I heard he just had a stomach bug though.” Oscar says in a low tone into Lando’s neck.

Lando ghosts his hand up into Oscar’s gelled hair, immediately crunching the locks in between his fingers.

“Well at least the substitute didn’t have this awful gelled hairdo.” Lando mouths into Oscar’s neck, peppering it with small kisses annunciating each word.

Oscar breathes out through his nose, hard, and squeezes Lando’s hips.

Lando thinks he may have won this battle until Oscar is hoisting him up onto the desk and pressing the heels of his hands into the round of his ass.

Lando lets out the tiniest little gasp as Oscar grunts out, “Well I know how much you enjoy fucking it up. Now say, thank you Oscar.”

Lando pushes both hands into Oscar’s hair and grips, feeling the gel break apart in his palms.

Oscar continues, “That is, unless you’re thinking of replacing me with the clumsy substitute?”

Lando is trying to roll his hips forward from his perch on the desk, but his stupid apron is getting in the way. Frustrated, he breathes out, “Never, baby.”

Oscar groans at the pet name that rarely leaves Lando’s lips unless he’s really bothered and pulls him so close it’s getting harder to tell where he stops and Lando begins.

Oscar pulls his head back and launches an attack on Lando’s mouth. Lando gasps into it and returns with the same fervor.

The sound of a key in the door of their shared room breaks the reverie and Oscar is falling backwards into his rolly chair while Lando is shooting up off the desk.

And it would have been fine, really. It was just Jon, the school’s custodian, coming to sweep under the desks.

Nothing would have seemed out of the ordinary for two teachers to be chatting in a classroom after hours.

But in Oscar’s haste to resume his rolly chair position, he seemed to have miscalculated the necessary energy for the task, and all he hears is Lando squawking as he hits the floor.

So much for being better than the clumsy substitute after all.

[syrlancelot]

I love him because he tries

Osctober 2024 Day 14 - Kissing in the rain

Pairing: Oscar Piastri/Lando Norris

Word count: 1.6k

Oscar loves the rain, loves the feeling of a wet weather, which is not especially the case of Lando. Still; Lando want to try and understand.

And of course thanks @pumpkennpie for creating it ♡

[nyoomfruits]

osctober day twenty five

prompt: magic pairing: lando/oscar word count: 900w

Oscar’s got his magic pretty much under control now that he’s older. There were a few incidents, when he was a kid, that time he accidentally floated all the furniture in the classroom because he was so happy he got an A+ on a test, that time he made it rain inside for a whole day because his pet rabbit died. But it’s all good now. No more weird incidents. No more letting his emotions control his magic.

Until Lando Norris walks into the break room at work and Oscar’s magic promptly sets the microwave on fire.

“Uh,” Lando Norris says. “Is that normal?”

“No,” Oscar grits out through clenched teeth, desperately petting at the microwave with a tea towel to make it stop doing the fire thing. It’s magical fire, though, so it doesn’t really care much about the laws of nature. Or about embarrassing Oscar in front of his crush.

Lando started working for their Design department roughly eight months ago, right around the time Oscar and Lily had finally called it quits after months and months of pretending everything was still fine between them.

And so Oscar hadn’t paid attention much, at first. Too wrapped up in his own life problems. But then the pain of the break up faded into a dull ache and suddenly Lando was there, with his cute smile and his mesmerizing eyes and his half unbuttoned shirts and Oscar had fallen hook, line, sinker.

Which was fine. Not a problem at all. Oscar had crushes before. It’s fine.

But then his magic gets involved. And that’s when shit starts hitting the fan.

“Okay, no, fuck this,” Alex says, diving under his desk, as all the pens in the office fly up into the sky and start spelling out terms of endearment above Lando and Oscar’s head.

“Ah,” Oscar says.

“Uh,” Lando says, staring up, squinting to read what’s being spelled. “Honey cakes?”

Oscar frantically tries to get his heart rate back to a normal level. All Lando had done was ask him to borrow a pen, and then their hands had brushed when Oscar handed one to him. And now this.

“Sugarplum,” Lando says. “Well, at least they’re creative. Does this happen often?”

“NEVER,” Alex hollers from under the desk, just as Oscar says, “Oh, all the time. Average accounting bullshit, you know how it is.”

“Hm,” Lando says. “Cool. Maybe I should switch departments.”

“DON’T YOU DARE” Alex hollers. “It’s pretty boring, all things considered,” Oscar says.

“I mean, yeah, but you’re here, right? So can’t be that boring,” Lando says.

The pens explode in a cloud of rainbow colored heart shaped confetti. Alex’s scream can be heard three floors down.

--

“Hey,” Lando says, a few days later. “I think we should talk.”

Oscar winces. “Is this about the fridge?”

Lando raises an eyebrow. “No? What’s wrong with the fridge?”

The fridge is currently full of all of Lando’s favorite snacks. Every time someone puts their lunchbox in it just turns into a pouch of capri sun. They have yet to figure out a way to fix it. “Nothing, the fridge is fine.”

“Oookay,” Lando says, sitting down on Oscar’s desk. Behind him, a stack of quarterly reports Oscar had printed out earlier start folding themselves into heart shapes. “Anyway, not why I was here. I actually, uh. Wanted to ask you something?” He fidgets with his hands.

Oscar steels himself. This has to be about the magic thing. Lando’s had enough of all the insanity, wants him to stop. Wants him to never talk to him again. Oscar wonders if it would be expensive to move to Iceland. Or maybe he can just find a really big forest somewhere. Those exists, right? No one would ever have to see him again.

“Do you… Would you want to go out with me?” Lando asks, looking up genuinely nervous.

“What.” Oscar says. Behind Lando, the swarm of origami hearts freezes midair.

“Like, on a date?” He fidgets with his hands. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to! It’s just I would really like to and everyone keeps telling me to go for it, that it’s like, obvious or whatever, but. I don’t know. If you don’t want to. I know you just got out of a serious relationship and such.”

“That was months ago,” Oscar says. “I mean, Lily and me. That’s. That’s actually so not the point right now, I’m. You want to? Go on a date? With me?”

Lando smiles, even though it’s a little brittle, a little unsure. “I would, yeah.”

“Oh,” Oscar says, and then promptly leans forward to kiss Lando on the mouth.

It’s a bit inappropriate, maybe, but it’s not like there’s anyone actually currently in the office. It’s late, most of the lights are turned off, so it’s just Lando and Oscar and the hundreds of paper origami hearts that flutter around them like little butterflies as Oscar kisses Lando like a starving man.

And Lando responds in earnest, kisses him back just as urgently, like he’s been waiting for this moment, too. When they pull away, Oscar leans his forehead against Lando’s, lets out a disbelieving laugh. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Mint,” Lando says, beaming at him. And then, because he’s a little shit. “My sugarplum.”

[pumpkennpie]

Lights Out on Osctober!

The day has come! It's officially Osctober!!

Here is your Week One starting grid:

Reminder to use the tumblr tag #Osctober 2024

Here is the link to the AO3 collection!

Let's hype each other up! Have fun, and happy creating!

[dellephone]

crown prince + carcar

Oscar doesn’t react to the woman as she exits, barely spares her a cursory glance. She carries herself well. Ignores his presence, doesn’t hurry down the hall like some of the others— embarrassed to be seen leaving the princes chambers. Carlos leans against the door frame, keeps his eye on her only long enough to be caught smugly watching her go.

It’s then that he turns his gaze on Oscar. Lets the wolfish grin overtake his face. Like he’s found his next prey. Waits for Oscar to react.

Oscar keeps his eyes on the wall in front of him, takes a breath. Remembers his job.

Carlos remembers the first time the knight slipped up and let out a scoff at the prince. He remembers the offense he felt which had slipped into a cool satisfaction.

The dutiful guard, always so careful— keeping his opinions to himself and reactions to a minimum. And yet, his attitude toward Carlos seems to be an exception.

So when Oscar’s gaze slides from the wall to Carlos’ eyes, he feels a thrill run down his spine. Feels his grid widen with satisfaction.

Carlos wonders how much it would take for Oscar’s composure to do more than slip.

[lescarbille]

Osctober | Day 1 | home race

Under the gold and emerald confetti

Series : Down Bad

OS | 4.3k | Girl!Oscar | enemies to less enemies (and someday lovers)

The champagne bursts, confetti falls, gold and emerald, the colours of Australia. The antithesis of Oscar, silver and rubies. He watches them fall on her face as the champagne begins to shower him, he can't make a sudden movement to avoid it, not when the race builds the pressure and pain in his abdomen, instead he sees her. He sees her like no photographer's lens sees her. He sees her like no other driver sees her.

[strawberriesinmoominvalley]

osctober day 22 - inevitable:

There was blood stuck in the grooves of his sword. Oscar inspected it, picking with a long fingernail, before resheathing it in his belt. He’d get a new one when he got back; the king never let them be without weapons. It was part of the job: he gave you your weapons, you gave him his life.

He didn’t particularly understand the anxious way some of the other knights wavered when they were first given their sword. Still now, there were ones that wavered when orders came in. Oscar didn’t talk to them - did they not understand how important their job is? How to save the life of their king was worth more than anything else they could give? It was the first thing they were taught in the few years of school they did.

Oscar’s Mum hadn’t particularly been a fan of his goal, but Oscar had looked up to the stars at night and wanted and wanted. It didn’t particularly matter after that.

Another knight peaked his head around the flap of the tent. Max was one of the better ones, Oscar thought. “Oscar? The king wants to see you.”

Oscar nodded, waiting until Max had taken up his post before stepping into the tent. It was a lot warmer inside, the floor squishing underfoot where rugs covered the mud. It had been raining for multiple days. Oscar expected that was why they were winning.

He looked up, the king meeting his eyes. He did not understand how anyone could look at him and not be devoted, all curling hair and green kaleidoscope eyes and a certain air that Oscar only saw in the stained glass windows of churches. Of course he would follow him to his death, of course the cause was just. King Lando was beautiful, and you could not be beautiful and wrong.

Oscar was plain looking. That was why he followed the king.

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i never managed to finish this in time, so here's a snippet. to see the whole fic, watch this space!

[avida-heidia-5]

Osctober 2024

Day 14: Kissing In The Rain 💋🌧️

For this prompt, I decided to do a redraw of the famous “kissing in the rain” scene from the film The Notebook (2004) and made it Choscar. I replaced Ryan Gosling’s character with Oscar, and Rachel McAdams’s character with Charles.

The whole thing took me less than 20 mins to do, and I’m honestly quite happy with how it turned out. 💙

You can also view my art piece on AO3 here!

The Osctober event itself can be viewed via this Tumblr post here, which is hosted by the lovely @pumpkennpie!