#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.

[ipleadbritney]

magic, crushes, and time warps

osctober day 25: magic

landoscar, magical realism, time travel, rough sequel to three-sixteenths

"Where's Oscinha?”

“Haven't heard that one in a while,” Oscar says, not looking up from his phone.

Lando plasters himself all over Oscar's back. “Where'd you hide the kid?”

Oscar finally gives Lando his full attention, doesn't fight Lando nuzzling into his neck. “First, he's not a kid. Second, why would I even hide him? Third, where would I even hide him?”

“You tell me,” Lando mumbles. “I had a short meeting and then he wasn't in the clinic. Nurses said McLaren staff fetched him.”

“Kim and Mark's probably talking to him. Calming him down.”

“He seemed pretty calm when I saw him. He's you, Osc. Of course he's calm.”

“You saw him from a distance, and he's 17. Nobody was calm when they were 17.”

“I thought you were,” Lando says. He slides into the space in front of Oscar. Their driver rooms weren't meant for this sort of acrobatics, but they make it work. Lando's also grown used to Oscar's magic in close quarters. No suppressor can fully erase magic that sharp.

Lando knows Oscar, knows his magic, and also knows when he's hiding something from him.

Lando pinches Oscar's cheeks and stares into his eyes. Almost gets lost in them, but. “You know where Oscinha is. Why won't you tell me?”

Oscar has the decency to look sheepish. “It was no use, huh?”

“No use at all.”

“Well,” Oscar clears his throat, “he is with Kim and Mark. They're in Andrea's office. He's overwhelmed, and his magic is a bit all over the place. I didn't have good control back then.”

Lando can't imagine a time when Oscar wasn't a textbook example of a responsible magic user. He's loyal to his suppressor, and apart from a few instances, he hasn't seen Oscar's magic get out of hand. “You didn't wear suppressors back then?”

“Whatever got him thrown into the future also messed up his suppressors. He's wearing one of my back-ups, but it isn't calibrated, and there's the whole not-supposed-to-be-here part that's difficult to deal with.”

Lando hums. “Makes sense."

Oscar rubs their hands together, one of his nervous tics. “The team said he's fine, and they also said it'd be best if we're kept apart. Too much tampering.”

Lando understands, as much as he can when he's never remotely experienced anything like this. It's not exactly common for the world to spit out a younger version of yourself right after FP2.

“I can talk to him, if you'd like,” Lando offers, softly. “I can see him, right? I'll check up on him and report back to you.”

Oscar's eyes widen. “You don't have to do that, Lan. I'm sure he's safe, and they'd tell me if anything— if I have to be there.”

“But you're worried. I can feel it.” Lando holds up their joined hands. “See?”

Oscar's worry is clearly etched on his face, and so is his hesitance.

“It's just me, Osc. I won't make fun of him.”

“I know you won't.”

“But?” Lando cares for Oscar. He cares for every version of him, past or present or future.

Oscar tips his head forward, curling into Lando. His voice is small when he says, “He has a crush on you.”

“What?”

“I told them to hide him from you, because he has a crush on you.”

If Lando's maths is right, and his tutors always said he fared better with numbers than with words, then. That would mean. Whoah. “You had a crush on me at 17?”

Did they even know each other that far back? Max had mentioned Oscar in passing, and several journalists asked Lando questions about this young gun in F3, F2, in Alpine reserves, but until Zak plopped him in front of Lando in 2022, he had no clue.

What did Lando look like at 19? Surely not hot enough.

“You had a crush on me at 19?” Lando repeats, unable to fight his giggles. “Osc, that's adorable.”

“It's really not. It was debilitating.”

Translation: Oscar was down bad.

“You told me you wouldn't make fun of him,” Oscar points out, mouth ticking downwards.

“I'm not! I'm honored.”

“You shouldn't be.”

The conversation goes back-and-forth until Jon comes knocking on Oscar's door, looking for them both. “Debrief's in five, and we're checking you both for any side effects caused by the time warp.”

When they step into the hallway, Lando reassures Oscar that everything will be fine. They’re no strangers to weird, powerful magic.

Lando lifts Oscar’s arm and puts it across his own shoulders, velcroing himself to Oscar’s side. Maybe his words won’t do much against Oscar’s spiraling thoughts, but he hopes Oscar feels warm and loved. Because Oscar is— loved. And Lando runs warmer than most people, so that’s a free heater already.

Whatever Lando was about to say next— another proclamation of love or a jab at Oscar’s teenage dreams —dries at his throat. There’s a prickle at the back of his head. Raw magic, leaking out.

He turns around, looking for the source. Just in time to see young Oscar ducking his head, caught. That familiar flush on his face.

[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.”

[ipleadbritney]

afterglow foretold

osctober day 30: afterglow

sebmark, landoscar, winter break

Oscar has always known Mark sees more than Lando-and-Oscar. He sees Seb-and-Mark. He sees the young rocket whose name is synonymous with their team, whose career is connected to the number 4, who the media loves to hate and hates to love, who really is so far removed from Lando, but Oscar and Mark aren't.

It didn't have to be Lando. It's everyone who'll drive next to Oscar. It didn't help though, that it's Lando. Oscar's dreams looked a lot like Lando back then.

Mark tells him to be careful, traces old tricks over new tracks for Oscar. When Seb and I crashed, Seb used to, Seb did this, Seb would, Seb.

Oscar doesn't know if Mark realizes it's always Seb, never Sebastian nor Vettel nor any of the horrible names they used to call each other.

At the end of his second year in F1, Oscar witnessed Seb and I firsthand.

Mark pulls Oscar out of his lazy winter break routine, sends him the pin for a random area in Melbourne. He instructs Oscar to wear “inconspicuous” clothes. Lando has always judged Oscar's style for being boring, which means Oscar doesn't think much when he throws together a plain shirt and black shorts. He leaves his favorite McLaren hat behind.

When Oscar shows up, Mark promptly shoves a pair of sunglasses on his head and tells him to blend in. Easy, actually, because there's a crowd in hats and shades, waiting for the bike race to end.

Mark's disguise, by the way, is worse.

“It's winter break,” Oscar deadpans. Even he's had enough of racing. He hasn't returned any texts from the drivers. Alex learns he's no longer in Monaco from Twitter.

Mark points at the banner. “It's for charity.”

Correction: it's for Seb.

They watch Seb cross the line, head tilted back and laughing. The sun is behind him, and he is glowing.

Mark never showed this side of his life to Oscar before. He knows what people say, all the lessons they expect Oscar has learned at this point. It's partly true, but there's still a whole other part Oscar has never seen. Until now.

Maybe Mark's able to show Oscar more of it— more of him and Seb —because Oscar now understands. He's got Lando.

Oscar finds himself smiling, finds himself calling Lando halfway across the world.

It's early morning wherever Lando is, and his nose is covered in glitter.

“I'll drop by next week,” Lando says. His voice is scratchy and real.

“Will you?”

“Sure. ‘Course. If you'll have me, Osc.”

They've done this dance before, ran this joke down to the ground. Oscar still laughs.

Lando's with his crew. He'll visit Daniel first. He's out partying with both Maxes, and he ran into Charles somewhere up in the mountains. But alright, Oscar will take it for what it is.

The call lasts three minutes. Lando's signal is horrible, and Oscar doesn't need Mark explaining to him the delicate balance of teammate dynamics.

Oscar misses Lando more afterwards.

When Mark coaches Oscar, making sure no clause in his contract will fuck him over, pulling apart rules of engagement, Oscar wonders who Seb is and who Mark is in Lando-and-Oscar. Who Mark sees him as, who he expects him to be, who he wants him to be.

Some years in the future, they'll be fine. Like Seb and Mark. They're taking a picture now, Seb's medal in between them.

It also means that first things first, Lando and Oscar are barrelling towards something that will ruin them. They already have, sort of.

But there's the after— and the after is worth it. Mark tells him that, too.

[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.

[jayholdenworld]

OSCTOBER (General / No Ship) WEEK 2

8. Drawstring Jeans (Fred Vesti & Oscar)

While Oscar was packing everything to move to Monaco, he found a pair of jeans that didn't belong to him at all in the middle of his closet. Between all the clothes he no longer used. A pair of Drawstring Jeans

9. Crown Prince (Sebastian & Oscar)

Sebastian was the favorite boy of Red Bull, young Oscar knew that. He could even imagine Sebastian as the Crown Prince, ready to be the king. Ready to take the world by surprise and destroy every enemy on his way to the top. Young Oscar loved Sebastian, he loved him as much as he loved Mark Webber. He loved the Red Bull Racing drivers. He wanted to be one of them. But Oscar was not a Crown Prince.

10. Mistake (Alex & Oscar)

Oscar grew up as the oldest brother and son, and with that, all the pressure was on him. There was no room for mistakes.

11. Post Apocalypse (Andrea Kimi Antonelli & Oscar)

Oliver had told him about this, Dino too, about not asking Kimi about the zombie apocalypse plans he had, but the Australian didn’t see the problem in asking and listening to the Italian talk for hours.

12. Fairytale (Lewis & Oscar)

Oscar didn’t grow up hearing fairytales to sleep, he didn’t care about those things. He cared about cars and speed. He loved the stories in the magazines where real drivers or engineers talked about how cars worked and how dreams came true. One of Oscar’s favorite stories was Lewis Hamilton’s.

13. Down Bad (Nico Hülkenberg & Oscar)

People used to joke saying Oscar was never down bad. He was too collected to feel anything in a deep way like that. Not even breaking up would destroy him, because he didn't have a heart.

14. Kissing in the Rain (Mark Webber & Oscar)

Mark Webber was his idol. Oscar worshipped that man like nothing else in this world. Oscar dreamed of being like him, having podiums, celebrating with champagne, and feeling the glory of a winning race. The young driver never knew the pain and suffering that was linked to those celebrations.