... you know lowkey, i might revive this account for any original works im about to post in the future !! stay tuned~
might have to reorganise and redo most of my formatting on this page though because unfortunately i no longer write fanfiction (moreso i don't have the time) but!! i have been planning a big original project with my co-writer :D
βOscar, donβt.β Logan whispers shakily. He weakly grabs the other boyβs arm, pleading him to not face the Oppressor just to save a half-dead Logan. Instead, the Australian pushes his hand away. "Youβre not going to die first, Logan. I donβt care if youβve lost all hope or not, but life hasnβt treated you right at all, you need this just one last chance to live.β Oscarβs voice cracks as he speaks without turning back.
Word count: 2,972
Warnings: Major character death, tw blood, tw death, angst no comfort, hurt no comfort, apocalyptic au, no smut
Characters: Oscar Piastri, Logan Sargeant, Minor characters: Zhou Guanyu, Frederik Vesti, Liam Lawson
Tsukasa Tenma of Mclaren F1 Team gets his first pole, and he is on task to convert it to a win. His teammate and boyfriend, Rui Kamishiro, tells him if he wins they will go public, and Tsukasa tries his very best.
the worst thing that could possibly happen to ao3 is it being put on the app store so please stop asking for it because you don't understand what would happen if that went through. ao3's whole deal is it archives EVERYTHING, while the apple app store's whole deal is keeping everything clean and safe. so if ao3 were to have an app all of the 'bad' stuff, including nsfw in general, would have to be censored at best or would be purged at worse. the google play store is more lax but who fucking knows what GOOGLE would police if they got their hands on the archive. do not ask for an app. do not use third party apps. it's on mobile browser functioning perfectly, just fucking use that before you ruin everything for everyone please.
βYou donβt really need hair gel to look hot, you know.β
Loganβs smile turned into a smirk, as he got up on his elbows. βSo you think Iβm hot?β
Oscar felt his face heat up, looking away as he pressed his clammy palms on his face, as if they would make the redness disappear. He groaned, muffled and flustered. Logan laughed, leaning closer to Oscar as he sat back up fully, as Oscar mumbled, βI didnβt mean- like-β
βI didnβt know you were that in love with me, Osc,β Logan spoke in between laughters, doubling over.
Oscar knew that Logan was obviously joking, but instead of defending himself and blocking the thought, the blondeβs words wrapped around his heart, clenching it tightly as it triggered butterflies that exploded in his stomach.
β¦ the archive, oh my feisty little website. it is down, so I decided to post a little snippet of Bloodsucker aka my fluff/angst sfw loscar vampire au for the community <3 I hope u like it! full version will be up once AO3 is back again :)
@solitaire-enthusiast didnβt tag people but iβll continue the chain :D
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βI didnβt know you were that in love with me, Osc,β Logan spoke in between laughters, doubling over.
Yeah, maybe I am. Oscar thought. He knew that Logan was obviously joking, but instead of defending himself and blocking the thought, the blondeβs words wrapped around his heart, clenching it tightly as it triggered butterflies that exploded in his stomach.
notes: hey, so this is my first official fic. I hope you enjoy it though! also on ao3
requested: no
βIβm sorry, guys.β
It was just a practice session, yet the remorse from it stung like salt to a wound for Logan.
No, the pain he felt couldnβt even be compared to salt on an open scar. It was like he had been thrown into a deep pool, and he couldnβt swim out.
P20. P20 for qualifying, and he couldnβt even improve his time with another fresh set of softs.
Logan exhaled shakily, letting the mask he put on in public drop as he slammed shut the door to his driverβs room. He wasnβt going to let the media, the fans, the haters know that he was not in his best shape at the moment.
P20. What a disgrace, only in Formula One because of backing money.
Why is he even in this sport? Latifi deserved the seat more than him.
Williams should have taken Nyck de Vries as soon as possible instead of this waste of grid space.
The echoes. Loganβs heart was racing. He inhaled deeply once more, exhaled, but as if he was drowning, the air got knocked out of his lungs immediately, but not like when he was in love.
Logan Sargeant shouldnβt deserve to race at all.
He raised his clammy fists, rubbed them on his face despite his muscles protesting, not even noticing that cold sweat was already beading at his eyebrows. He breathed loudly, fast-paced, savouring every bit of oxygen that was able to enter his lungs, which wasnβt much to him. Once again, he didnβt notice that this time, tears were already flowing down.
He let his brain then wonder to why he canβt be as good as Oscar. Oscar, who went into almost every stage of life with him. Oscar, who was always with him. Oscar, who did wonders this qualifying, being able to drive so fast he got p2 and p1 at points in time. Oscar, who he needed next to him right now, needed his embrace.
James isnβt defending you because he wants you to stay in the team, itβs because he wants to keep his reputation.
A sob tore through Logan. The echoes were getting more and more loud, more overwhelming, so loud he didnβt hear the sound of his driverβs room door clicking open, and when he did, he didnβt even bother looking up.
βBenny,β he muttered, grinning a bit, trying to find that lost mask that he had just dropped minutes ago, but not even bothering to look up.
It wasnβt Benny.
βLoganβ¦β That voice.
A blur of orange emerged, kneeling in front of him. Loganβs cheeks were still wet with tears, tears that couldnβt seem to stop flowing.
βItβs okay, breathe, breatheβ The calming voice muttered, a pair of warm yet strong arms enveloping Loganβs body. Another sob, and another, as Oscar ran his hands through Loganβs hair softly, in a way that did help Logan feel better, but he was still trembling.
βLogan, itβs okay. Itβs okay. James isnβt going to get you replaced, itβs okay.β Oscar whispered into Loganβs ear, pressing a soft kiss to Loganβs temple, in hopes of calming him down. His slate nomex was being stained by Loganβs tears, but he didnβt seem too bothered by it.
Oscarβs warmth was comforting, comforting enough to slow down Loganβs hyperventilation. He held Oscar tighter, burying his face into the brunetteβs neck. His tears lessened, as Oscar pressed his lips onto Loganβs messy blonde hair.
βItβs okayβ Oscar whispered. Logan knew it would be, as long as the two of them were together.
