#shut up oscar nobody cares

[oscarlovesthesea]

Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland in the trailer for Dead Boy Detectives (Netflix, 2024)

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[deepfriedpaddymayne]

girls when Rogue Heroes s2 is out and they CAN'T WATCH IT YET

[vivwritesfics]

Drive Me Crazy

Chapter Two

None of you are used to pack dynamics. Unlike then, it made you near feral. There's nothing more they want than to build you back up.

Lestappen X Reader

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The Beast. An awful nickname, one nobody deserved. Admittedly, Charles knew little about her. He knew little about the current Formula Two drivers in general, but knew nothing about The Beast. Still, he doubted the nickname was fitting.

He couldn't help but look into her. Max pressed kisses along his shoulder as Max did his all important research.

"I don't like it," Max mumbled as he kissed across Charles's shoulder. "Sounds dangerous."

Charles waved him off and continued to read, learning what he could about you. A good racer, that was clear. Vicious, adrenaline driven. Like Max, Charles couldn't help but think. But then he scrolled down.

'The Beast attacks fellow F2 Driver, 'Ollie Bearman'.

You had attacked Ollie. Why had you attacked Ollie? Charles clicked on the video and let it play.

It began, just after they'd gotten the muzzle back over your mouth. Ollie was on the floor, hand bleeding hand protectively in front of his face. His blood dripped through your muzzle, dripped from your mouth. You looked positives feral as you stared down at him. A terrifying sight.

But you couldn't be that feral, right? They wouldn't keep you in Motorsport if you were that dangerous.

Max grabbed his chin, forcing Charles to look away from his phone screen. "Charlie, promise me you won't go trying to adopt this one like you did Oscar and Ollie," he said, blue eyes staring into Charles's.

Cupping his cheek, Charles leaned forward and kissed Max's nose. "I can't promise anything, Max," he said and settled down against them.

Max released a sigh. He laid down next to Charles and wrapped his arms around him, unwilling to let him go. "Charles, please," he said, suddenly sounding so serious. "Promise me you won't go near her."

He didn't reply. Max laid awake, aware that Charles was awake, too. Awake, but not talking to him. "Charles," he tried again. But Charles moved further away from him.

***

The lock slid into place and you were left in the dark hotel room, food in front of you. "Tomorrow is a big day," your handler (manager, she preferred to be called. But she really was your handler) called through the door.

You knew that, knew how big the next day was going to be. A chance to drive for Ferrari, in the place of Carlos Sainz. It would be your only chance to drive for Ferrari, you knew. There was no way you weren't going to fuck it up.

You ate slowly, thinking too much. The collar was still around your neck as you ate, and you were hyper aware of it each time you swallowed. It had always been tight, a warning to behave or deal with the consequences.

Your muzzle was on the bedside table. God, you hated that thing. It had been too tight for years, stained with blood. Your blood, Ollie Bearman's blood (you felt bad about that one. Ollie didn't deserve it, and you hadn't meant to bite him. He really was the sweet pup everybody saw him as. He just got caught in the crossfires of you and Théo Pourchaire), the blood of others.

Your food was finished, plate empty. Moving it to the door, you raised your hand and knocked. It was pulled open as you hopped back and looked at your handler. "How're you feeling?" She asked and she shrugged your shoulders, picking at your skin around your nails.

Your handler walked further into the room. She shut the door, put the plate beside your muzzle on the bedside table, and grabbed your hairbrush from your bag. "C'mere," she said and sat on the bed.

You did as you were told and came to sit in front of her. She brushed through your hair, humming as she did.

She was the closest thing you'd had to a mother. Ever. Kind and caring, making sure you actually took care of yourself. She cooked for you, brushed through your hair, used your shock collar when you put somebody else in danger.

You sat there, your eyes falling closed as you listened to her humming. You wouldn't hurt her, couldn't hurt her. She was all you had in this world.

She got you into bed before you could fall asleep. Your finger hooked beneath your chock collar and pulled, but it was so damn tight. A whimper left your lips and you struggled to fall asleep.

A Ferrari driver. You were going to be a Ferrari driver. It wouldn't be forever, but long enough. Maybe after this you could give up this dream that wasn't your own. You didn't know what else you would do if you were to give up this life, but you wanted to find out.

***

The entire Ferrari garage was anxious. Fred was anxious, the engineers were anxious, the social media team was anxious. Charles was anxious.

You were anxious.

Charles's research the night before hadn't prepared him for the first sight of you. His knee had been bouncing as he waited, thumbs tapping across his screen as he texted Max. Max was panicking, he knew. He didn't trust Charles, didn't trust him to protect himself in front of the driver nicknamed 'The Beast'.

You didn't deserve that nickname. After seeing the video of you attacking Ollie, he still didn't think you deserved the nickname. It was too close to somebody else he knew, to the way they were before someone showed them what love was.

You and Max were one in the same. He remembered when Jos would force Max to wear a muzzle, back when they were in the lower divisions. But that wasn't because Max was a danger. No, that was to keep him quiet, submissive in front of Jos.

If he could help Max, then he could help you.

But then you walked into the garage. The Ferrari shirt was on your body as you strode into the garage. Nothing looked out of place, nothing but the shock collar and the muzzle. It didn't look right on your face, biting into your cheeks and obscuring what he was sure was a gorgeous smile.

The woman who followed you into the garage introduced you, told everybody else your name. They all knew your name, but they were going to call you 'The Beast'.

For a moment, Charles wondered why you weren't the one speaking. But then he realised, you couldn't speak with the muzzle as tight as it was. He stood up and walked over, holding his hand out towards you.

You looked towards the woman that had followed you in. She gave you a nod and you finally placed your hand in his, shaking it. Good dog, he almost expected the woman to say to you.

You dropped his hand but you kept staring at him. You knew who is was. Charles Leclerc. The Prince of Monaco. Ferrari's golden boy. You had raced against his brother the year before. Arthur was smart enough to stay away from you. It didn't stop him from giving you a polite smile whenever you walked past.

As Charles tried to speak to you, and got answers from the woman behind you, your manager, your handler, he could feel eyes on him. Max, he knew immediately.

Max couldn't concentrate on whatever Helmut Marko was saying to him. He didn't care, anyway. Not when Charles was standing so close to somebody called 'The Beast'. Admittedly, the video made you look so much worse than this. The video didn't show you trembling like you were now. It didn't show you cowering behind the woman that followed you into the garage.

But he had seen the bite marks on Ollie's hand, had seen the damage you had done. You could so quickly do the same thing to Charles. He edged away from the Red Bull garage, stopping himself from running towards the Ferrari garage. His body was ready to go at a moments notice.

"Is the muzzle necessary?" Charles asked as he stared at you. You hadn't looked away from him, your eyes hadn't left his gaze.

No! You wanted to scream. Please, please, please get it off me!

But you couldn't say it. Couldn't speak with just how tight the muzzle was, wouldn't speak even if you could. But you couldn't trust yourself, you knew. If the muzzle was taken off, you couldn't stop yourself from lashing out, from feeling like that was the only way to protect yourself.

Your pathetic whimper got to him, though. His gaze softened and he reached towards you.

Immediately, Max was moving towards the Ferrari garage. "Fuck," he hissed as he ran.

Charles unlatched your muzzle. The way you were looking at him, looking so sweet and innocent, he couldn't help but pull the muzzle away.

The muzzle hit the floor, and you lunged for him.

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[verstappen-cult]

this isn't really a scenario and more of a manifestation for myself lol but i can't stop thinking about adoring, clingy!boyfriend oscar. pouty when you're not around, so affectionate (which confuses everyone because he's usually pretty reserved), just so sickly sweet in love.

Oscar may seem like a serious and unfriendly guy for everyone but you. He doesn’t smile so easily and it is pretty reserved, everyone knows that. But you know the real Oscar. The shy, loving and caring one. Oscar just built those walls to protect himself and, sadly, not everyone understand that. He doesn’t really care, he has you and his friends and that’s all that matters.

Which comes as a shock to everyone, and even his friends, when Oscar starts to get out of his shell.

It starts one day with Oscar not taking his eyes off of his phone, and checking the time a lot. His friends make fun of him because he usually forgets all about his phone when out with them, wanting to be in the moment. He brushes their comments off and keeps texting, the ghost of a smirk on his face. Nobody notices, or if they do they simply don’t say anything, when you join the group and Oscar, finally, takes his eyes off of his phone to pay full attention to you.

When Oscar starts attending parties, all of his friends know that something is going on. Oscar doesn’t go to parties, simply because he doesn’t like them, but when they see you at the same parties he decides to attend, well, it’s clear what is going on.

Nobody has the confirmation until you go away for a few days to visit your family and Oscar looks utterly miserable, with bags under his eyes and a somber expression. By the third day of your absence, when Oscar is trying to enjoy his lunch, you facetime one of your friends and his whole face lights up when he hears your voice. Oscar ends up talking with you for a whole hour, looking like a lovesick puppy, whispering how much he misses you when he thinks nobody is listening. Nobody says anything then.

But when you come back and Oscar practically runs to hug you and lifts you in his arms, they can’t shut up because “What have you done to Oscar? This is a completely different person.” But that is Oscar, the boy who waits until your last class of the day to walk you home and make sure you’re safe, the boy who is always reaching for your hand because he likes how small and warm it feels against his. Maybe Oscar just needed you to come out of his shell.

[vhswolf]

The rumours got it wrong! | Landoscar X reader

No warnings just fluff

"Are you excited about your first time in the paddock, darling?" Lando asked while driving to the place.

"Too excited! I want to see you and Osc one the podium." Lando smiled and nodded.

"We will do our best, promise, pretty." I kissed his cheek and sat back.

"I feel like I will be on a lot of gossip sites today." Lando laughed.

"I'll make sure to post a photo of the two of us with the caption saying we're just friends."

"No need to lie..."

"The problem is the lie or me calling you a friend?" He teased me, making me roll my eyes.

"Stop, I'm just saying that..." He stopped at a red light and looked at me. "OK! I don't like you calling me a friend, I almost cried when Osc said to Charles we were just besties, you don't need to do it too."

"Oh baby, don't cry, you're too hot." He put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it.

"Stupid." I chuckled.

"I wished we could say to the world we're dating, I'm pretty sure Osc too."

"I know, that's why I love both of you." He parked the car, we got out, and we started to walk into the paddock.

"Don't look at me like you're in love, you know to avoid gossip pages." I punched his arm while laughing.

"Shut up!" We go to the paddock and the cameras started to click.

"Smile, you need to look happy by my side." Lando whispered.

"I'm always smiling next to you, handsome." I whispered back. Soon enough we got to the McLaren garage where Oscar already was.

"Hey, Osc!" Lan said, making him look at us.

"Finally!" He walked to us. "Welcome." Oscar said and hugged me. "You're looking good, baby." He whispered before letting me go.

"Thank you." The boys gave me a big tour of the garage, introducing me to everyone they walked by. After forcing me to do a photoshoot in the car, they finally had to go do their jobs, and I sat back to watch them race. The race was amazing, both boys got podium, and to celebrate the McLaren team dragged me to where the team and wags go after a race even though I'm not none of that to them. Lando ran to my, he gave me a big hug before jumping on the team by my side. Oscar was more contained, he hugged the team and threw me a little and quick wink, I smiled at him as he walked to go talk to Lan.

After all the celebrations and champagne sprays, we got to the hotel.

"Did you like it?" Oscar asked, giving me a lot of kisses.

"I loved it, can I go more times?"

"Anytime you want, princess." Lando said, dropping on the bed, clearly tired.

"I have to say, it was way harder than I thought it would be, not kiss you all the time." Osc said, finally letting me go, I lay on the bed next to Lan and nodded.

"Me too."

"You too? You jumped on her."

"C'mon, I was too happy, I didn't really think about it, I just did it."

"I know, but you should be more careful." Osc squeezed himself on the bed between me and Lando.

"We're just really close friends." Lan teased me, but I was too tired to get back to him.

"I hate you sometimes, Norris."

"You don't."

I woke up with Oscar laughing at something.

"What?" I asked, still half asleep.

"We just found out that you're cheating on Lando." I looked at them confused.

"With whom?"

"Me." I looked at them even more confused.

"What?" Oscar's phone made his way onto my hand. An Instagram page with photos of me and Lando, and photos of Oscar clearly flirting with me and me being all into it.

"That's... C'mon, why am I the one getting cheated on? I was the one flirting with the two of you, I'm the least likely to get cheated on." Lando said pouting like it was a real thing.

"OK, we did an awful job at trying to hide it." I looked at Lando. "If you weren't all love-dovey..." I chuckled, Lan looked at me and rolled his eyes crossing his arms over his chest. "But, I mean... what should we do about it?" The real question is will PR management be pissed at us?

"We should go get lunch together, I want to feed the rumours."

The rumours did got all wrong, but we can blame them, nobody would think I could bag the two more handsome and talented boys on the grid.

[mythicalmaven]

PROMPTLIST [REQUESTS OPEN] | F1

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♥ I made a promplist in case people wanted to request something, but aren't sure what to :) ♥ Just let me know the numbers you've chosen, which driver(s) you want it to be about & if you want fluff or smut (or both) & I'll try to write it asap💕 (im open to write a lot of types of pairing, like f.e. f!reader, m!reader, driver x driver or maybe even a threesome or foursome, whatever you like)

♥which drivers can you request? lando norris, oscar piastri, daniel ricciardo, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, alex albon, george russell, logan sargeant, pierre gasly, oliver bearman, franco colapinto, max verstappen, liam lawson, kimi antonelli, jack doohan

⬇️ Down here you can find a list with either fluff, smut, angsty prompts out of which you can choose (feel free to combine)

PROMPTLIST (smut&fluff)

"use my thigh"

"if you wanted to see me naked this bad, all you had to do was ask"

"like what you see?"

"don't be shy, touch me"

"keep your eyes on me, love"

"Can you be good for me?" 

"It's so hot when you talk like that." 

"if you keep looking at me like that, we won't make it to the bedroom"

"but what about the cameras?" - "they can't see us from this angle, if you stay still"

"you look su fucking hot right now"

"you have no idea what you do to me"

"do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?"

"you’re fucking soaked"

"Care to join me?"

"Do you like it when I talk like that?" 

“touch yourself, i want to watch"

"you can practice on me"

"fucking hell, if I knew you were this good, I would have gotten you on your knees earlier"

"Do you have any idea how many times I thought about you.. with my hand down my pants.."

"let them know you're mine"

"you want me, don't you?"

"don't make me say it"

"I..uh.." - "I have never done this before"

"We can take things slow if you want?"

"We don't have to have a label, if you don't want to"

"i didn't realize I was in love with you until it was too late to stop"

"okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?" 

"we shouldn't do this"

"Leave me alone." - "Don't say things you don't mean" 

"i don’t want anyone else."

"what does this make us?"

"Do you really think it’s so crazy to feel that way about me?"

"nobody can know about this, okay?"

"I think about you all the time."

"Are you blushing?! That’s adorable."

"you're so cute"

"So.. this is the part where we kiss, right?"

"I never thought you'd feel the same?"

"Did you just kiss me to shut me up?"

"I don’t want him/her. I want you."

"is that my shirt/hoodie/jacket?"

"My eyes are up here, babygirl:

"Jealous? Me? Pff.. absolutely not" - "Okay.. fine.. I am jealous. Happy now?"

"I'm not jealous, it's just that you belong to me"

"God, I am so in love with you"

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that"

"But.. I thought you said you didn't feel the same"

"For my sanity, i think we should start dating"

"Do you even need to ask?"

"I don't think I can explain it either, but yeah. Yeah, I do."

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[jafsisomni]

Because I just had to.

Something something,

"George quietly made his way over to his driver's room, trying not to lose control of his breathing because he already almost fainted during the debrief, almost had another panic attack and made yet again a fool of himself, almost cried about disappointing toto, Lewis, the team and everyone else in the paddock. Closing the door by himself and leaning back against it, he stared blankly ahead of himself, distracted by the floor seemingly swaying and feeling dizzy with the weight of everything that has happened all over the day, all over Qatar, all over the week, all over the whole fucking year.

was it not enough that he tried his best all the time? Was it not enough that he spent longer than anyone else on the paddock, every single day, night in and morning out? Is it not enough yet that he has barely gotten any sleep in the past few months, but nobody seems to care and yet he tries to hold himself within and not let it all spill and say something he'll just end up regretting and because he doesn't wanna hurt or harm anyone else like that? Is it not enough that he tries his best to talk to all the drivers and the people working behind the scenes, get their opinions and not make them uncomfortable or undermined? Is he perhaps too overbearing when he asks about how their days were, Is it a lot to constantly say hello whenever he gets the chance, is it rude to try to talk to each of them privately and respectfully, trying to be as inclusive and understanding as he could manage to be whenever it's required he gets their opinions on something? Is it too faced if he's calm about things when explaining them in the meetings, is it disrespectful if he doesn't raise his voice enough to be properly heard while talking to one mechanic or engineer instead of the whole room all at once during debriefs? Is it unsettling if he pronounces too slowly, maybe he should try to speak more quickly? He remembers as a media new intern girl once shyly asked him to slow down because her english wasn't that good either, during his first week this year, he hopes she's not upset because she's doing such an amazing job?

He wonders if its too faced to want to keep each and every driver's opinion and confidently opinionated talk he'd been trusted with, within the confines of their shared space, a mental space between two people where everyone involved feels comfortable-- wonders if lando is still upset he called the move a little bit reckless in the media pen god knows how many months ago, wonders if he still feels upset about feeling like he's not enough until George held him all through the night, never once taking a moment to breathe through his own dnf. If Alex is still upset with him because he doesn't talk to him as much anymore, hasn't since last summer break, but george promises he's always trying, taking more time out of his own sleep to text the other driver and check up on him, wonders if charles still hates him for the change that wasn't even his to decide, still blames him (by accident, is what he tells himself) for being closer to everyone than they all realise, wonders if franco is still as scared and overwhelmed by it all, up until he cried in his arms during that talk, wonders if logan hasn't called him yet because he wants nothing to do with george after he kept their friendship private and didn't showcase it to the public, and decided he didn't want someone like george around anymore in his life, wonders if Oscar still feels hesitant voicing opinions out as much as he does with either lando or himself.

He sincerely hopes max still isn't mad at him. He hopes max doesn't want to yell anymore about a stupid worthless penalty anymore either. He prays the other man doesn't hate him as much as he told the media he did now, tries not to cry as he remembers everyone going quiet the moment max snapped at him mid meeting and told him to just shut up because he isn't doing anything, would never be anywhere like seb,and that he hated him. Tries not to throw up as he remembers the email, as he remembers almost losing it in front of ola when he asked if george was alright, despite having won, tries not to throw up as the pounding in his head suddenly grows far too strong to be withstood and george finds himself stumbling away from the door in his haste to get away, get out, do something, anything- Just to stop it all and have a single moment of quiet, but he doesn't get the chance to as the door slams open and the force of the sound makes him see dark spots before he notices a figure he could barely make out until someone's talking to him and he suddenly realises it's toto and panics because he's just so,so sorry he'd spoken too much, gone too far and said too much to the media earlier, spilled open far too much and the next thing he knows amidst the fog his name is being called as another figure, he thinks, makes his way in in a rush as more white spirals into his vision and it all goes black and dull and quiet."

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[sunsetseason8910]

Me watching an actor and stage manager fighting during newsies

Sm: quit touching the damn props!!

Actor: It's my prop!!!

Sm: yea but you keep moving it when you're not supposed to!!!!

Me, during a 30 second costume change from Oscar delancey to Spot conlon, both of them on my change team: if... if yall aren't busy or anything... I could really use some help

Sm: shut the hell up I'm busy

Actor: yea nobody cares dude

*proceeds to be late for Brooklyn's Here, half of my costume missing*

[thatsdemko]

delicate - m.mount

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t-swift inspired works list

requested: y (but not the song choice)

pairings: Mason mount x famous!reader

warnings: anxious and worried thoughts + established relationships + slight mentions of relationship insecurities

a/n: feedback is always appreciated xx

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

you’re known for many things. an Oscar, Grammy, and by far your reputation— which currently is drowning under water.

it’s no good, the way people see you right now. you’re terrified the man who holds you at night, kisses you in the morning, and loves at your lowest will get up and leave. you’re sure he’s seen the internet, he has a phone and a twitter, he’s had to have seen that you shouldn’t have won that Grammy.

it’s messed with you all night, and now all year. gone into hiding you barely show up to masons games, events, or award shows. you’ve fallen off the face of the earth, but not to the man who lay beside you in bed. he promises he loves you in all your dark places.

you don’t mean to wake him, but your mind hasn’t stopped spinning with new scenarios, itching to get back outside and put on your nice shoes. he promises it’ll all be over before you know it, but nobody ever seems to forget you.

“hmm,” he hums flipping onto his side to face you, his eyes flutter open to meet your cold worried ones. every morning he wakes in hopes to see the love and passion is in your eyes, but you’re so afraid to be vulnerable right now.

“what’s on your mind?” he moves closer allowing his warm body to gently press against yours, and you allow yourself to mold the same position he’s in, feeling the warmth of his breath down your neck.

“where do I begin?” you joke, eyes finally shutting allowing the worries to wash away and listen to his heartbeat. it’s delicate, all of this. it feels so brand new and scary again, but he’s right there. Mason won’t leave, he loves you for you.

his palm brushes against the top of your head, pulling any loose strains of hair back, “talk to me, I’m here.” he whispers, lips pressing against your neck in assurance. you could melt, he’s so perfect it’s unfair he has to put up with this.

it’s all the same story he’s heard a million times. how you’re worried he’s going to realize how bad you are for him and you’re just plummeting his career. he laughs at the same lines you always say, the ones where you’re so serious you could cry, but he just cracks a smile because you’re worried over nothing.

“I love you, and I’m here until the end.” he promises, hands swiftly moving around your waist, his fingers find yours and intertwine them, “I want to be your endgame, y/n. don’t be ridiculous with me.”

you smile, fears washing away whenever he speaks of your love. you’re so afraid to fall, it’s like you’re a kid again begging someone, anyone, to catch you and he’s right there. arms stretched out promising you it’s okay to jump and be vulnerable. it’s okay to jump and fall, but he’s there to pick you right back up.

“what did I do to deserve you?” you ask, hearing his chuckle rumble against your back and he tells the tale that’s as old as time, the way in which he got you and made you fall for his charm. he reminds you how he had no clue who you were, your beauty was strikingly gorgeous and he wanted you. he didn’t care what baggage you came with, it’s all his to tend to and he doesn’t mind a bit.

“you tell that story so well.” you say, carefully flipping around to face him, the beautiful pearly white smile fills the room, you actually melt this time and don’t hold back.

“you’re saying I deserve an Oscar for it?”

“something like that, sure.”

Cause I know that it's delicate

Isn't it delicate?

[i-am-church-the-cat]

Okay so sorry for this ask. I just had this random thought blurb and wanted to share with someone. But like imagine:

Lando decides to suggest to Oscar that it would be funny if they get married in Vegas. Cause like that would be hilarious. Except Oscar looks him dead in the eye and says “I can’t, I’m already married” before walking away.

So of course Lando has a major freak out trying to figure out who he married and ropes the whole grid in the search. There is a strong rumor it’s Daniel (which Daniel started cause it’s funny). There is also the rumor that is Taylor Swift (that’s Este trying to annoy Nando). And of course there are suggestions of Fred, Liam, and even Arthur (which Pierre and Charles’s shut down right away because they would have to kill him).

And everyone keeps asking Logan if he knows and he just keeps laughing it off. But he’s also it’s a sad laugh because he’s a little sad to thing that nobody thinks he could be worthy of Oscar, even if he agrees.

And of course this pisses Oscar off. Because his husband is the sweetest man around. Because who the fuck cares if he is having a bad season when he is always there to make sure Oscar does things like eat breakfast or makes sure he isn’t too hard on himself.

So when the grid decides to do a group breakfast the morning after in Vegas (to compare horror stories). Oscar marks the shit out of Logan as they show up with their wedding rings.

Anon, never apologize for being the smartest motherfucker in the room. As a secretly married loscar truther, I am in love with this. And you’re always welcome to come in my messages or my ask box with stuff like this.

I can imagine Oscar being so smug at that breakfast. It’s his ring around Logan’s finger, it’s his marks on Logan’s body, it’s him who gets to keep bringing waffles for Logan to devour in record speed.

And I think the reason no one suspected it could be Logan Oscar was married to is because they would’ve known, right? Surely they wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret for 9 months?

(Well, Alex and George had known pretty quickly who it was but they weren’t going to spoil the surprise.)

But even now with them both declaring themselves to each other for all of them to see, they barely act any different. Small touches, leaned in whispers, pressed as close together as two people could in opposite chairs, but still completely level-headed.

And finally Lando snaps and is like “How? How are you two so calm around each other? If I had a partner on the grid, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of them.”

Oscar shrugs and Logan laughs awkwardly and even now they’re like twin planets - always together but never crashing.

“We’ve been together for a long time,” Oscar answers which, they would hope so for the youngest married couple on the grid. “And most of that time it’s had to be a secret. I guess we’re just used to it.”

“Plus, neither of us are big on PDA.” A rather ironic thing for Logan to say while covered in bite marks and red-purple hickies. “We like to keep our private life private.”

And suddenly Lando feels bad because maybe they had never planned on coming out to them, or at least not so soon, but Lando had practically forced their hand because of his little goose hunt. But Logan smiles understandingly at him and is quick to reassure.

“Don’t worry, we were planning to tell people on the grid sooner rather than later, probably when my contract extension was announced, if it’s ever decided.”

Oscar makes a face at that but doesn’t interrupt.

“We just chose now because…” And suddenly Logan gets this look on his face, something pained and almost embarrassed. Oscar tangles their left hands together to stop him in his tracks, proudly displaying their matching rings before continuing.

“None of you thought I could have the honor of being married to Logan - hurtful, by the way, I’m obviously a catch - so I wanted to show everyone who I belonged to.”

Logan blushes a light pink, but he’s smiling. Oscar feels a bit of relief as Logan lays his head on his shoulder, allowing him to turn his nose into the gel-less waves of his blond hair.

The rest of their drivers start to clamor their excuses - you’re too good at hiding it, we thought Logan was dating that Instagram model, actually you’re right you aren’t good enough for my junior Williams driver but you make him happy so I guess it’s okay (this one is of course from George who is met with a lot of boos and biscuit throwing) - but it doesn’t really matter.

Who cares what any of them thought? At the end of the day, Oscar is the one sitting here with Logan Sargeant’s hand intertwined with his, he’s the one that will get to go back with him to their shared apartment, bundle his Florida boy up against the cruel English winter, and indulge in the domestic bliss of being with someone he truly loved.

When one had that, who cared about anything else?

[oscarlovesthesea]

i feel like i wasn’t clear about this at all so just so you guys know: I converted my old magnus sideblog ( @jonathanjarchivistsims ) into a Rogue Heroes / Black Sails / The Terror sideblog. basically the theme is unhinged homoerotic period dramas, but actually this is all part of my evil plan to exploit my vaguely popular magnus blog to get more people to watch rogue heroes

[deepfriedpaddymayne]

blog (and life) update

hello team! I'm not dead.

I know this blog went very quiet very suddenly, what happened is that I was very busy for a while and did not have time to get the queue up and running again, and then for some reason I got anxious about, like... starting to post again out of nowhere? even though literally no one cares? yeah, thanks brain chemistry, but I'm coming back now - not going to operate on a really full queue anymore, but there will be, you know, actual posts on this blog!

it's been a very full last few months - I graduated my masters! then I immediately started another one! so things have been busy but, for those waiting on an update on my Paddy/Augustin fic, I'm working on it now that I am on break! I don't want to be tooooo hopeful but over half of the final chapter has been written, and ideally I would like to have it done before the start of the new term, so hopefully soon.

that's pretty much everything I needed to say - I know this blog has been quiet, but if you think I don't regularly lie down on the floor thinking about those sandy boys you are sorely mistaken.

[vivwritesfics]

Set The World On Fire

Chapter Nineteen

Lando Norris had been incredibly angry when they met. Incredibly angry, but sweet enough to help her. Turns out he just needed somebody to talk to, somebody to be there for him.

He was easy to fall for, and that put her in a world of danger

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Warnings: Oscar's death all over again

Four days after the video arrived, Lando, Oscar and Carlos were getting ready to go and rescue Mrs Sainz.

She didn't know what they were doing, or why it had taken four days for them to go and rescue her. From the top of the stairs, she had watched as they filled a suitcase with money.

Oscar went to walk past her, but she grabbed his hand and pulled him down towards her. "What is it?" Asked Oscar as he sat himself on the seat beside her.

She sucked in a breath as she looked at him. "Keep Lando safe," she said to him. "Please, make sure he comes back to me."

She wasn't to know it was Oscar that wasn't going to come back home.

Anxiously, she waited, biting and picking at her nails. But she couldn't help it. Every attempt to do something was short lived, her mind taking her to the worst case scenarios.

At first, she couldn't think of anything worse than nobody coming back. But that wasn't the worse case scenario. Carlos, his wife, and Oscar coming back would have been the worst case scenario. The three of them, with Lando in a body bag.

At the sound of gravel crunching beneath thick tyres, she stood and ran to the window. It was them, it had to be them. If it was anybody else...

The door of the car opened, and Carlos stepped out. The driver side door opened as Carlos helped his wife to climb out of the back. He was so gentle as he kissed her head and wrapped his arms around it. It was heart warming. At least, it would have been if she wasn't so damn worried.

Finally, the driver stepped out of the car. The blood staining his shirt had her pushing away from the window and running down the stairs. She threw open the front door and ran threw it, throwing herself at Lando.

"You're back," she whispered, eyes squeezing shut as Lando wrapped his arms around her. Tears stung his eyes as he buried his face against her neck, but he didn't let them fall.

His lips kissed her neck just briefly. "I'm back," he whispered, gently swaying her from side to side.

But then she pulled back fingers ghosting over the blood on his white shirt. "It's not mine," He said, taking her hand in his own and pulling her away.

"Who's is it?" Her eyes were wide and panicked as she looked at him, as she turned towards Carlos and his wife.

Who's blood it was became obvious after that. She didn't know Oscar well, but she knew he was good friends with Lando. He had been kind to her; he had been a good man. She wrapped her arms around Lando again and sucked in a shuddering breath.

"It's okay," Lando said. It wasn't clear who he was saying it for. "It's over now."

And it was over. The men that had shot up his home all those months ago, the men that had kidnapped the women he loved, and then kidnapped his sister, were dead. For the first time since he became head of the Norris family, he could relax.

He wrapped his arms around her and led her inside, Carlos and his wife following.

***

Oscar Piastri was buried in Australia. She watched as Lando's sister addressed the room. With every word his sister uttered, Lando's hands shook. Oscar Piastri had been an incredible man, she realised as she listened to the stories about him.

And then it was Lando's turn to address the room. She gave his hand a squeeze as he stood up and approached the podium. Each shuddering breath could be heard in the microphone, but he didn't much care.

"Oscar was one of my best friends," he said. Every time he tried to write something down in preparation, he just couldn't. He didn't cry as he held his head in his hands. Every time she rushed towards him, Lando pulled her into his lap and tried to distract from his grief.

She wouldn't let him. Not in a way to distract himself. No, she kissed him, kissed away his tears, easing his sadness. But she wouldn't let him distract from his emotions by fucking her. But she assured him that what he was feeling was good. It proved that he had a heart.

"Oscar protected my sister when I couldn't," he said. He cleared his throat and quickly wiped at his nose. "I trusted him with her life and I know I made the right decision." The breath he sucked in was deep, and she knew he didn't have a lot left to say. "If he had been given the opportunity, he would have been the best of us. The Norris family will try to honour the memory of Oscar Piastri, and I know that the Sainz family will do the same."

They didn't stay in Australia, there was too much to do back home. On the flight, Lando worked. He kept the papers spread out in front of him, had her on his lap. "Oscar did everything for his family," he said fingers continuously moving over her hip. "How much should we send them?"

She threw out an amount, one Oscar's family definitely deserved. Lando wrote it down and pushed the piece of paper to the side. He kissed her neck and grabbed the next piece of paper.

"Do you know what they're calling the baby?" He asked, squeezing her hip. She shook her head and took the piece of paper, as if that would give her the answer. But that wasn't likely, since it was an invoice for remodelling the upstairs of the house. "They're calling him Oscar," he said, head hitting the back of the chair.

"Oscar," she echoed, her smile watery. "That's lovely."

Lando put the invoice down and picked up a hefty stack of papers. "What's this?" She asked, taking it off of him and reading the cover.

"I'm thinking of selling the club," he said and shrugged casually.

She sat up so suddenly, it must have made her a little bit dizzy. "Lando, what the hell?" She gasped. "Why on earth are you selling your club? That was where we met, remember?"

He scratched at the back of his neck as she flicked through the papers. "Baby, that club was from another time in my life. My mum was dead, my dad was dying. The club was meant to be a distraction from all of that. "I don't want to use strippers as a distraction anymore. Not now I've got you."

She laughed a weak laugh as she kissed him. "So I'm just a distraction now, am I?" She asked as she played with his curls.

He kissed her again. And then again. "Shut up." But he said it so damn lovingly.

They didn't return to the house that night, something she was grateful for. Ever since they'd brought Oscar's body back, she hadn't been able to be inside without picturing it. It was awful.

Lando drove from the hangar. His hand was on her knee as he drove to his mothers apartment. It was soothing, she knew, for him to be behind the wheel, driving through the streets to his mothers apartment.

God, he hadn't visited it since that afternoon his house was shot up. From the outside, it remained untouched. He grabbed the bags from the back of the car and led her inside.

The hall to the apartment was the same as the day he'd last been there. He unlocked the door and welcomed her inside. It was the same. Bullet holes didn't mar the walls and everything was as it should have been.

A choked sob left his lips.

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[rvllybllply2014]

Back with two au’s that nobody probably asked for or has already been done.

Sleeping beauty au:

Davos was cursed to fall into a deep sleep if he ever got stabbed by his dagger, and only true loves kiss will wake him. Well he stupidly forgot about that curse and one day when he was cleaning his dagger, while at RiverRun for a tourney thrown for Oscar Tullys name day, he dropped his dagger and as he went to catch it he stabbed himself. It was instant lights out, Willem did care, but he also asked the Tully’s to keep him there since it would be hard to travel with an unconscious Davos. Oscar agrees immediately, he saw the looks that Davos and Aeron were giving each other at the tournament.

Oscar convinces Aeron to stay behind, probably tells Aeron to tell Amos if he stays behind he’ll be able to kill Davos while he’s in a coma. Aeron is horrified by the thought of either killing Davos or someone from his house killing Davos, he knows Amos well enough that he would send someone to kill Davos. Amos agrees to let Aeron stay behind to kill Davos, as he thinks it will be easy enough, Aeron and Oscar are friendly enough that if caught he won’t kill Aeron he’ll just send Aeron to the wall.

After both the Blackwoods and Brackens left and it’s been several days of both houses being on the road, Oscar pulls Aeron aside and tells him he needs to kiss Davos. Aeron protests saying that he’s a Bracken and Davos is a Blackwood they can’t be each other’s true love. Oscar tells him to shut up, he will obey his liege lord and kiss Davos. Besides many people have tried already and it didn’t work. Aeron still tries to protest, but Oscar also points out the worst that will happen is he gets to kiss Davos and Davos doesn’t wake up. Days later Aeron agrees to kiss Davos.

With his heart in his throat he gives Davos a kiss with Oscar watching on. It takes a minute for Davos to wake up but when he does he tries to yell out Bracken but since his voice is hoarse all that comes out is a whisper, and since he wants to kiss Aeron again he grabs his wrist to pull him down back to him and onto his bed. Oscars congratulates them both after Aeron comes up for breath, and leaves to send ravens off to both Willem and Amos.

In his letter to Willem he tells him that Davos is awake, but a Bracken is the one who woke him up, and both will be staying at RiverRun from now on. In his letter to Amos, he tells him that Aeron woke Davos up and that they will both live at RiverRun from now on. Both letters end with Oscar telling them that he will not tolerate fighting between the Brackens and Blackwoods, both Willem and Amos will be beheaded if he hears about fighting. Because who are they to come between what the gods have deemed as true love.

Cinderella au:

It’s a masquerade ball held at RiverRun for Oscar Tully’s engagement. Both house Bracken and Blackwood are invited, house Blackwood decides to send Davos and some of his cousins, in raven masks, to represent them at the ball. House Bracken decides to send Aeron and his some of cousins with horse style masks.

Davos doesn’t recognize Aeron, especially when he sees him from behind so he decides to ask Aeron to dance. Aeron is too shocked by the fact that a Blackwood asked him to dance, so he can only nod yes. They spend the whole night dancing, and before Aerons cousins can see that he’s dancing he takes off. But Aeron doesn’t realize that his mask has become slightly untied and slips off as he runs away. Davos goes to call out that Aeron lost his mask, but he’s too slow and Aeron is already gone.

The next morning Davos asks around if anyone lost a horse like looking mask, Oscar immediately knows whose mask it is and tells Davos. Davos doesn’t believe him when he says it belongs to Aeron, Davos can’t have spent the whole night dancing with a Bracken. But Oscar proves himself right when Aeron joins them at the table and asks if he’s missing a mask. Aeron says yes and asks if he found it in some hall. Oscar tells him no but Davos found it last night after Aeron left his arms.

Davos and Aeron need to fight it out, because they’re a Blackwood/Bracken and to show love between each other they have to get physical, before they get physical. Once they’ve settled their differences through fighting Oscar sends the cousins back to Stone Hedge and Raventree Hall with the news of Aeron and Davos being in love and dating, that they’ll be staying at RiverRun. And oh if Willem and Amos protest or try to stop them or send Blackwoods/Brackens to fight each other at the boundary stones they’ll either be beheaded or sent to the wall. He will not tolerate fighting between the houses anymore.

[sillystappen]

me again… can’t get enough of those

🥺🧠🤩🛒 💖 ❌

I realise six asks is a lot, so I’ve kinda just figured it might be easier to just give you this all at once,,, I’m a bit eager sorry

We got more lads lets fricken go.

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

To read? I absolutely when Max and Daniel FINALLY FUCKING TALK. I swear those two usually do anything but that. It gets me in my feels every time because it can be all sweet and lovely in some cases, angsty and sad in others, and well sometimes it can be very sexy ;)

But to write, I love writing moments where they don’t say anything and get all introspective. They always put me in the feels because they are comfortable in each others company and sometimes dialogue isn’t always necessary to convey what they feel and mean to each other.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favourite headcanon for them.

You didn’t pick so I will rattle through my top five drivers

1: Max Verstappen. This mf is not a morning person. You will have to drag his ass out of bed unless he has a serious commitment and even then he thinks about skipping it. A good day will start at 11am earliest, and even if he is up before then he will not contact anybody unless it’s an emergency. Even Daniel struggles to get one word answers out of him until he has either had a Red Bull or passed 11am. Max does this to himself though, as he doesn’t usually sleep until ungodly hours in the night.

2: Daniel Ricciardo. Despite his goofy extra outgoing personality, sometimes the simplest, most mundane tasks give him anxiety. There’s no real reason, but he will be standing in line at the checkout of a grocery store with his completely normal stuff and suddenly think “what if the cashier will judge me and look at me weirdly as I’m paying for this?” then beeline for self service and even then he doesn’t like the weird feeling of “what if everyone is looking at me?” Rationally he knows nobody is even given a single shit but he can’t shut it off. This doesn’t happen often, only on really bad mental health days, and not even Max can put him at ease until he’s in the safety of his own home.

3: Jenson Button. Fiercely protective of those he cares about. He’s all kind and loving and funny but if you hurt someone he loves then that’s it game over you’re done. Don’t come near him or anyone he cares about ever again (well for maybe a month then if you apologise Jenson may forgive you but don’t count on it). James Vowels is not in his good books right now.

4: Oscar Piastri. Touchy, but subtly. You may think of someone who is touchy as someone who gives a lot of hugs or pats and clings to people but Oscar will brush hands, let his fingertips graze someone else's as he passes things, stand or sit close to them even if it’s not crowded just to feel the person next to him etc and do these things so often. Never too invasive or suffocating but enough for the person to know he is there and he cares.

5: Sergio Perez. If he’s in a good mood and just pottering around doing little tasks, he will be humming or singing Mexican songs to himself. It’s a trait that started when he moved to Europe to just remind himself of home before it became a subconscious thing he does when he’s happy and comfortable. It’s never loud, but quiet mutterings of the song as he goes about his day. He also has a playlist of all these songs in case he feels extra sad or homesick.

🤩 What's the most meaningful comment you've ever received?

I know just the one because I think about it often. MPVettel commented on ch1 of Lonely Harmonies:

Ahhhh, I absolutely love this kind of AU with all my heart! I’m so happy you decided to write a follow-up. Your characters are incredibly well-developed, and it doesn’t take long before we completely fall for Siren Max. His story is heartbreakingly sad, and argh, I adore him so much. There’s this beautiful naivety about him—how he would follow Daniel anywhere if he could, always wondering what the human world is like.

What I find so captivating is the contrast between their worlds. Daniel seems so isolated in the human world, and Max feels equally alone in the underwater one. It’s like they each hold a piece of the other’s longing, making their connection feel that much more meaningful. There's a delicate beauty in how you've written their loneliness, yet they somehow find a home in each other. It’s bittersweet and heartwarming all at once 💙

This comment was amazing to receive as it just filled my heart with yes, this is why I write. To see someone love something I wrote and be content with what I put out as a sequel was absolutely amazing to hear, especially since I was so nervous about the reception of Lonely Harmonies in case it didn’t live up to the expectations of the people. And they read into what I wrote perfectly and saw every theme and message I tried to convey. It’s like I bared my soul and this person saw exactly who I am. I go on a bit about the feeling of being seen in the ATEOH universe and you really cannot compare such a feeling to anything else.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I LOVE COLOUR. I don’t like whittling on about this was this colour and that was that colour but if I mention a colour it's for a reason and the scenes and locations are chosen specifically for the colours they have. In Broken Melodies, we start on a dark beach where Daniel can’t see the true colour of Max’s eyes, his hair, his tail etc. I chose this because Daniel doesn’t quite yet see the opportunity in front of him as what it could be yet. He also does not see a way out of his situation and his world is very dark, as per the horrors of McLaren 2022. Later, Daniel can see how Max not only looks like the ocean itself (which will come in to play later ;)) but also just how their souls seem to speak to each other. The sun sets, and orange from the sky (Daniel in McLaren) bleeds into the blue of the sea (Max) as they kiss - their two colours coming together. Then, when the sun is gone, the orange disappears and Daniel leaves. See? I could go on and on about why I chose what location for a reason for a lot of my fics but it’s just some subtle worldbuilding to help you feel into it.

💖 What made you start writing?

Ah this takes us back to before I even had ao3. I have always written shit as a way to process how I was feeling but also to live in worlds that weren’t this one because I never liked the cards I was dealt so to speak. Escapism was what it was. Even now, there’s always a tidbit of sillystappen projection bleeding into the characters. My imagination helped me cope with my childhood by daydreaming and sometimes it gets maladaptive. I didn’t want to forget about the worlds I would create so I wrote them down. Worlds where I would be with the person I liked, worlds where I could run free and worlds where I could kick ass. Fanfic came when I was a young teen learning all about the wonders of the internet after my parents turned off restricted access. I started writing fanfic for the same reasons I did writing my original stories as a child, but this time I wasn’t in it. I was obsessed with what ifs and also discovering my own inherent gayness and coping with some lovely trauma and well… it spiralled into what we have now. I have been publishing fic on ao3 since 2020 when I was 15, starting on a different ao3 account and my first bunch of works are deleted so don’t go looking for it hehe. Sillystappen is who I am now and I am proud of myself for how far I have come.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Don't ask for any pregnancy, it will never happen. Not even if I ever write omegaverse. Kids will either be preexisting or adopted end of.

[imzsuzsis-blog]

We are here with Loki for a few days, he is not really enjoying it, he says he can hardly breathe and it is too much for him.

"Lando baby? When do we leave here?”

"I don't know, and it's not from here, it's Singapore, better enjoy it."

I showed him the view from the hotel which was beautiful.

"I don't know, I don't take it. It's hot and I can't breathe, I'm suffocating, I'd rather be here."

"Can we cancel the date? Loki…Huh?”

"It depends on where I would go..."

"Surprise"

"Bass, don't play golf. You know I hate golf.”

"Relax, it's not.”

My fingers played a game on him face and when I reached him top I dragged him to the bed with me.

,,So...”

,,Yes, this is the date... A little sex, I know for you, and I was told to wait six months, but I can't wait that long. I want you now, and I want sex.”

But in the end, again what they said there prevailed and I took Loki off me again and sat down on the edge of the bed and started to cry. Why wait so long, right? How much for them? I really want a little baby, but now from a fixed relationship and not from the previous one, from which it turned out that the mother-in-law is a cheater and he was the first to sign the paper because he himself is an irresponsible mother-in-law. I assumed I was pregnant from him, a big dick Ollie.

"Good, good, I won't..."

"I know the fuck!!!"

I got up and locked myself in the bathroom, I didn't care what was written on the sedative, I got three more, I'm so used to it since the girls were adopted and not by my will. Some time ago, I was on the verge of suicide again because of this, I would rather be one of their fathers than to do this to myself.

"Lando? Hello? Are you okay?”

"You're not an idiot, you're a race winner."

"Okay, I'm a race winner, but I'm not stupid."

He started the fight all over again, as he had done in Holland. I went over to him and stroked his hair, but he turned his back on me again, and I saw his fingers beating again.

"Lando, what the hell are you doing?"

"This, this is not that, I just fell on the golf course and the grass injured it."

"Even you don't buy this story, do you?"

"Fuck Oscar if this was once the case. Carlos accidentally pushed me up.”

“Translated, you went to him and got angry again."

"Stop saying it was an accident with this shit!"

I went to Oscar and pushed him against the wall, I didn't dare to hit him. I turned my head to his side and ran my fingertips over his face, then I looked deeply into the brown eyes and didn't notice myself. I kissed his violently and began to roughly strip his of his clothes in the open street.

"Lando!!!! What the hell are you doing!!!!!"

I kicked him in the ass, I know that's not what you should do at this time, but I slapped him afterwards.

"No, I don't know, I swear!!!!"

Burying my face in my hands, I started sobbing. I wasn't drunk or anything like that, just to tell him the truth that Ollie is a scoundrel and cheated on me even while we were together.

"Lando?"

“Yes?"

"Did they want to rape Oscar?"

"Um, I don't remember that I wanted this."

I looked at him in shock after what Bia the eyewitness told me. Before that, Bia, frozen, told Pietra what Lando had done with Oscar.

"Do you know that Bia saw the whole thing?"

"That's your mother!!!! I say that I don't know why I did it!!!!"

"Calm down, okay? You just had a bad day. Just because you can't fuck for six months, don't do this."

"Shut up Max!!! Is it a crappy day? So what? Don't give a shit, you dick!”

He looked at me sobbing and leaned against the wall and slowly sat down, turned him face to him side, and I could see him very tearful eyes.

"I didn't know it was so stupid."

"Then learn what the patience game is."

I sat down next to him and our faces touched, he bit his lower lip and started to cry again.

"Nobody sees the truth."

I knew he was right, they see my showcase life on the internet, as well as him, but he doesn't take it well, he would smash all the tabloid journalists in his heart, and it wouldn't bother him that he would be arrested and go to prison.

"I cheated on you... When, Lando??? Is the rest of your common sense gone??? Bullshit!!!!!!!”

I slapped him. The one who clenched his fists and punched me in the face so hard that my mouth was split open.

"Lando, is that it?"

"You slapped a dick hat."

"Do you think I'm going to fuck you now?"

“Because? What did I say?”

"That I cheated on you."

I held my forehead and shook my head at the Bullshit he was saying again.

"But, but if it's true."

"I'm saying that it didn't even cross my mind."

I hit him in the back and together we watched the heavy rain that caught us very suddenly and almost everyone was stuck here in the pit lane. They didn't let us out, we were all fools here.

"Leave it Ollie, I admitted that you did that. But now it's my fault.”

"Well, at least you admitted that you messed up."

We looked at the ducks that his team floated outside with the same name. We started to laugh at this because they started to make them compete, but both were overwhelmed and ran after them and the poor people were burnt to the skin.