here is the promised housewife oscar au. i plan to write more in this au but this is what i have so far.
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Logan could be an asshole sometimes. But he was only an asshole in the way Alphas were assholes. He wasn't personally an asshole. And maybe it was hot. Sometimes. Only sometimes. Logan would never find that out though because Oscar would never tell him. However, Logan was an asshole because he knew that. It was driving him crazy. Every time Logan spoke in that tone or when he put his hands on him without a care in the world or when he looked at him with those eyes. He would catch the smirk on Logan's smug expression out of his peripheral, then be struck between the urge to run Logan off a racetrack or sink to his knees.
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It wouldn't be incorrect to say that Oscar had… run away. He couldn't stay. Not after the crash. Not after having to end his contract. Somewhere else in his mind he knew the announcement would be going up soon. He knew his parents were worried and his sisters. He didn't warn them, or tell them. But he supposed Mark would, that felt like something Mark would do.
He just couldn't be there. He couldn't handle interacting with anyone. He couldn't deal with existing in the presence of their worry. It would just make him feel worse. And less like Oscar. It was hard feeling Oscar already. After all, he wasn't Oscar Piastri anymore. He was just someone, just an Oscar. Because Oscar Piastri had loved racing since he was a kid. Oscar Piastri had worked so hard to speed after his dreams. Oscar Piastri was going to retire with at least one WDC under his belt.
Oscar Piastri was not meant to retire because of career ending injury sustained via crash. Oscar Piastri was not meant to retire mid-season. Oscar Piastri was not meant to retire without a championship. Oscar Piastri loved racing, it wasn't supposed to slip away from him without warning. Oscar Piastri, in the end, had failed.
He couldn't be Oscar Piastri, being Oscar Piastri hurt too much. When he tried to be Oscar Piastri he was just an impostor. Oscar Piastri was supposed to be great but he wasn't great anymore. He wasn't anything really.
It's why he was here and not there. Because here he didn't have to be Oscar Piastri, here he was just Oscar. He was Osc, Logan's Osc, in Logan's home. Distantly he knew he should at least tell Logan that he had moved in but that thought was distant, and a nuisance. Logan would find out when he came home. And he would come home, because in the end Logan always came home to Osc and Osc always had a home in Logan.
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After Logan locked the door he slipped his shoes off placing them on the shoe rack. It was when his keys clinked against the bottom of the bowl on the doorway table that he registered the scent in the air as odd. Eucalyptus that singed his nose, notes that should have been fresh were bitter and medicinal, piercing to the point Logan thought he might get a headache. The lavender that used to be overwhelming and inviting was dusty and buried.
He followed the wrongness all the way to the deck. Logan exhaled with relief as Oscar enter his line of sight, he knocked on the sliding door gently then opened it. "Hello, darlin," Logan's face softened instinctively as his lips melted into a soft smile when Oscar craned his head to the side to look at him. His eyes were glossy and Logan didn't need words to understand. He laid down on the chair before adjusting Oscar to lay atop him. He shut his eyes only after Oscar's had fluttered closed from his hand running through his hand. There were at least five conservations that needed to be had. But not right now, right now he would just hold Oscar and relish in knowing he was okay.
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Seven days. It had been seven days since Logan got home and he could not allow this any longer. "Omega," his fingers were gentle as he turned Oscar's chin up towards him. While Logan sat on the couch Oscar was on the floor, in his living room nest. The carpet was extremely soft but didn't flatten under the haphazard structure that Oscar's nests always turned into. The carpet was one of the many surprises to come home to, a small part of the numerous ways Logan's home had changed without his permission. Not that he disliked the new decor or how things had been rearranged but it unexpected and concerning. "Omega, look at me," his Alpha voice flowed out when Oscar's eyes refused to meet his, "we need to talk."
Oscar's eyes rushed to him panicked like he was stuck in rocky rapids. "Breathe. I'm not kicking you out. I love you." He cooed rubbing his thumb over Oscar's cheeck. "But I need to know what's going on in your head darlin."
Oscar's mouth opens and closes before he presses his lips shut. After a while he speaks, his voice croaky and far too small. "I. I- I don't. Know who I am." His words tumbled out like a waterfall. "I can't race again, I can't race ever again but I don't want to be a mechanic or a race engineer or anything," his voice broke, "I want to be a driver."
"Racing was not you, Osc. It was a part of you, not all of you. You not being able to race anymore doesn't diminish you. It just means it's time to find something new. You're still Oscar Jack Piastri." Logan's voice was steady until Oscar flinched. "What's wrong baby? Why did you, flinch at your name?"
"I am not Oscar Piastri!" Oscar's voice rang out high pitched, sticking in the air with distress. It was clear even the thought of Oscar's full name made him want to hide away.
"Do," Logan paused, "do you want to be something else?" Oscar's cheeks were still flushed but the medicinal tone of Eucalyptus flattened out to something more herbal. His head tilted to the side slightly unconcsciously as his irises lightened with confusion. "What if," Logan's thumb rubbed under Oscar's eyes as the corner of his lip upturning into a smile that could've been mistaken for a smirk, "we got married? And you took my last name? Oscar Sargeant, if you're not Oscar Piastri."
Hi @insanedeathwish 💙🧡
Ohhh my god this is so good?? So deliriously, nefariously good?? Oscar getting into a career ending crash and running to seek refuge with Logan? Confident, suave Alpha Logan who's been head over heels for Oscar since he was a kid?? Vulnerable Oscar getting coaxed and manipulated into marrying Logan and becoming his sweet little housewife???
Just picturing Oscar's primary focus shifting as the days go by—his longing to be a racer again, his desire to be back on track even though that's an impossibility...all that begins to melt away as he continues to live with Logan. As he gets attuned to Logan coming and going, as he builds nests that smell like sea salt and bright, fresh oranges—
I imagine that before the crash, Logan and Oscar had a friends with benefits thing? Like Oscar was fully aware that Logan had deeper feelings but never wanted to explore it because he was too focused on the WDC and beating his teammate.
Yeah, maybe Oscar was a little cruel to string Logan along but he didn't think he was hurting anyone: Oscar loved spending time with Logan, he loved being with him and spending their heats and ruts together. He loved cuddling up with Logan and kissing him all over and spending their holidays together.
But Oscar didn't want commitment and he didn't want a relationship. He tells himself that Logan will get over it because Logan is gorgeous and handsome and an F1 driver with legions of fangirls screaming his name. He doesn't need Oscar.
But what Oscar never anticipated was needing Logan. After his crash, his whole world shrunk down to the 4 walls of Logan's apartment. He doesn't go out, doesn't see anyone, and avoids interacting with social media because it's too closely tied to his "before."
To when he was Oscar Piastri, McLaren driver and one-time WDC contender.
Waiting at home for Logan becomes his everyday routine—Oscar begins to love hearing the sound of the door unlocking and scent of orange sea salt filling the air. He begins to love the sound of Logan's measured footsteps on the polished honey wood floor, that gentle, "I'm home darlin" that leaves his lips.
It becomes Oscar's favorite sentence.
He slowly stops wearing the casual outfits he always sported in the paddock because Logan is so sweet and so caring—he buys Oscar soft, pretty clothes that make his inner Omega purr. He supposes it's the one perk of no longer racing:
Oscar doesn't have to hide his "softer" Omega tendencies.
Like walking around in frosted blue silk nightgown that's short and delicate and makes Oscar feel so...pretty. He stops wearing plain dark colored boxers and begins to look forward to the little ribbon-wrapped packages Logan leaves for him at the foot of their bed.
Panties and bras and babydoll dresses that Oscar thought would look so ugly on him but after a while...he begins to look forward to Logan's reactions.
Particularly after the Alpha pounced on him after flying in from Oxfordshire. Logan was jet lagged, tired, and frustrated with car development.
But the moment he saw Oscar standing by the kitchen table, dinner on the table and lingerie on?
Logan forgot all about his sadness and spent the first hour worshipping Oscar with the same intensity he usually reserved for the track. It stunned Oscar because he was never quite sure how to comfort Logan after the Alpha told him about Williams and lack of progress and cost caps. What could Oscar say when McLaren was building rocket ships and rolling in sponorship money?
But now, the Omega only has to spread his thighs and suddenly, Logan was growling and praising him and burying his face in Oscar's soaked pussy.
And he was doing all this even when Oscar wasn't in heat.
It makes the Omega so delirious and scent drunk that after the fourth or fifth time, he cuddles up in Logan's arms and demands he ask him "the question" again.
It takes him a second but soon, his perceptive Alpha is hovering over him, those ocean blue eyes driving Oscar crazy.
"Marry me, Osc." His Alpha commands. "Take my last name and be my wife. Be my Oscar forever."
And unlike the first time, the former McLaren driver only cups Logan's jaw and whispers yes.
