a carcar outsider pov fic where charles and lando are beefing and quite literally tripping over themselves as they compete for carlos’ attention
lando making sure he stands between carlos and charles in the drivers parade and charles riling carlos up to make sure he’s the only carlos is looking at
silly goofy scenarios that result in carlos having to get lunch with charles and oh my god is that lando also walking in? let’s all sit together :) but lando and charles are two seconds away from making a scene
they get so caught up in fighting each other for carlos’ hand that they miss him slipping away during the parades only to pinch the stomach of another man wearing papaya
for some reason carlos is never available for dinner and always declines late night drinks and more intimate settings with a laugh
charles and lando not even realizing the race they’re running doesn’t even have a finish line because carlos is curled up in oscar’s bed snoring into his neck
bonus points if oscar is deeply amused and aware of what’s going on bc both lando (his teammate) and charles (who is aware oscar is lando’s teammate) have confided in him and complained about the other
oscar who keeps encouraging them to keep trying and even giving suggestion on how to ‘woo’ carlos and then laughing when they fail
anyways so Carlos and Oscar run into each other during Baku media day and start chatting when suddenly the Baku paddock cat makes an appearance. It rubs up against Carlos before blinking up at him and just... staring. Oscar is fascinated by how Carlos just decides to stare back for a minute before looking back at him.
anyways so oscar gets so turned on watching carlos get that podium that it triggers his rut but he knows that carlos is flying out with charles (and oscar is a good boyfriend and will not tell the love of his life to stay away from that scheming fucker) so he decides to let carlos just have a fun normal flight with his friend (who absolutely is trying to challenge oscar for carlos’ hand even this he had over four years to make a move) but noooo the universe hates oscar and after he’s gets an update from carlos saying “I’m so sorry muñeco we ran into some issues but I’m driving I’m on the way te amo” oscar opens Instagram to see that carlos reposted that story from charles and suddenly it’s all oscar sees and he feels his blood boiling as the rut takes over and it take absolutely everything in oscar not to be a knot head and call charles to stay the fuck away and anyways eventually when carlos gets back to monaco to oscar’s place he’s hit with the smell of his alpha in rut and boom instant slick dripping down his thighs and oscar runs to him smelling it and shoves his nose in carlos’ neck growling that “i smell him all over you” and carlos gets railed for days and he’s eternally thankful that sinagpore is two weeks away
Carlos finishes up his interview and starts to head back to the Williams garage when he sees it.
The giant screen displaying the sheer joy of McLaren winning the WCC, and Oscar standing in front of it rubbing his eyes.
It's a scene that hits Carlos in the soft underbelly he tried so hard to hide but now embraces. Now he knows his team loves him and will back him up. It wasn't so long ago that Carlos remembers the sting of red, a dream that in hindsight was more of a fantasy than anything else. He understands the feelings and thoughts building inside the championship leader more than most.
Carlos approaches Oscar and gives him a solid pat on the shoulder. The redness in Oscar's eyes when he looks up makes Carlos ache. Remnants of a fury he thought was buried feels like a phantom pain; the memories of heartbreak have been written over and have finally begun to heal. Carlos knows that right know, in this moment, Oscar is understanding for the first time what it means to not be the favorite son. To be the spare.
Positioning himself to block the cameras as best as he can, Carlos whispers, "You know what you do next."
Oscar's mouth does something funny, an odd mix between a smile and a sneer. "Oh yeah? Tell me Carlos. Do I run to the podium? Play nice in front of the cameras? Let your dear friend put me into the wall for the next six races 'cause apparently contact is fine if he does it?"
Red splotches cover Oscar's face. Maybe it's the Singapore heat or the rage of betrayal coming up to the surface. Maybe it's Carlos leaning in even closer to watch Oscar's pupils dilate and lips quiver.
"No, Oscar. You bite." Carlos' gaze is heavy as he gives Oscar's shoulder a squeeze before turning away to leave. A quick glance back as he exits reveals Oscar now looks at the screen with his back straight and arms crossed. Thinly pressed lips and a clenched jaw paint a picture of determination. A man willing to do what it takes. A champion.
Carlos knows McLaren don't understand what they've done. Who they've built. He knows the gloves are finally off.
Carcar headcanon. Everyone (their inner circle) just thinks that they're dating before either of them even try to make a move. (Like, they're spending more and more time together, but "just as friends")
ooh this is a good one. i feel like their respective friends would see what's happening between them very clearly but both carlos and oscar are a bit oblivious to what's going on.
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"You know, Lando said the oddest thing to me the other day," Carlos says lounging on the couch in Oscar's driver room, feet resting on the McLaren driver's lap.
Oscar continues scrolling through Instagram, not bothering to look up. "I feel like that's his baseline, mate."
A socked foot gives Oscar's side a sharp nudge. "Ay, I am being serious Oscar. He asked me what our plans were for summer break."
At this, Oscar looks to Carlos who's looking at him like Lando said something completely deranged. "Like, mine and yours? I mean, you're showing me around Mallorca. What, do you need to reschedule?"
Carlos scoffs. "No you know the plans are set, Mamá would kill be if I messed up her schedule."
"I don't get it. What's the problem?"
"How did he know? Did you mention something to him?" Carlos' eyes are wide and questioning.
Racking his brain Oscar responds, "I don't think so. Yeah, odd that he was able to guess that." Thinking even further back, something clicks in his mind. "Maybe Charles said something?"
Carlos looks confused. "I didn't say anything to Charles."
Now Oscar is bewildered. "Huh. A while back he cornered me at the driver's parade and grilled me about your pancakes. I thought you must have mentioned us meeting up over break as well."
"No nothing about break. I just mentioned I made you breakfast a while ago. He's so bad at cooking, he looked so sad when I showed him how well they came out." Carlos recounts, laughing at the memory of Charles looking like his heart got broken over Oscar eating Carlos' perfectly fluffy pancakes.
Oscar hums, turning back to his phone. He rests a hand on Carlos' ankle, thumb gently stroking the skin peeking out between the socks and joggers. "Weird that Lando knew we had plans. It's whatever though."
Carlos makes a noise of agreement before settling back into couch. There's just enough time to for a quick ten minute nap before needing to return to the Williams garage. He pulls the strings of the black hoodie he borrowed from Oscar tighter, and closes his eyes.
quick carcar as my take on destiel's first meeting inspired by the last drawing in this post by @hyunpon
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"I don't think it's working." Carlos feels like the sigils covering the old and rundown barn are mocking them. Who needs protection when the damn summoning spell is broken? "Are you sure you said the incantation correct? This 'Oscar' should be here by now, no?"
Lando rolls his eyes and huffs out, "Carlos — I swear to god — do you want to say it? Because you can just do it instead of complaining."
"Lando you know my accent is hard for the magic to understand!" Carlos exclaims, eyes wide as he stares down his friend.
"Spanish is literally a romance language you mupp—" Lando's squack of indignation is interrupted by a banging against the roof and walls of the barn. The entire structure shakes as Carlos and Lando scramble to grab their salt-filled shotguns and Daniel's demon-killing knife.
The lights suddenly begin to spark and shatter over them both. The fear Carlos sees in Lando's eyes hasn't been present since Carlos was torn apart by Hellhounds, damning his soul.
A loud noise draws their attention to the front of barn, as the door opens with ease. Whatever this 'Oscar' they're dealing with is powerful and the wards Carlos and Lando put up are beginning to feel like children's drawings.
Carlos sees the shadow first. Its presence makes the hair on the back of his neck stand upright and he adjusts the grip on his shotgun. His eyes trail up to where the shadow connects to the monster who dragged him out of Hell.
Bracing himself, Carlos looks up to see a young man in an ill-fitting suit and tie wearing an oversized trench coat. He looks almost bored as he walks towards them, eyes trained solely on Carlos.
Lando take the first shot, breaking Carlos' inspection of the swoop of the man's hair. He's completely unaffected by the bullet and continues on towards the hunters.
Carlos sends two more salt-filled rounds into the being, into Oscar, but still nothing seems to be working. He reaches down to make sure the knife is still within reach.
Oscar strides up and stands in front of Carlos, still completely ignoring Lando. Carlos is both grateful and terrified to see he has no interest in his friend.
"Who are you?" Carlos asks, more demands, Oscar. A name is not enough to understand how this monster got Carlos out of Hell.
Oscar looks imploringly at Carlos, as the hunter vaguely registers they're the same height.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from down under, mate. A little bit thanks would be nice." The Australian accent and reference to Hell as 'down-under' leaves Carlos completely baffled.
"Right. Mate. Thank you?" Is all that leaves Carlos' mouth before he stabs this Oscar monster right in the heart.
Nothing happens. Lando stares at Carlos in horror while both Carlos and Oscar stare at the knife buried to the hilt in Oscar's chest.
"Really?" Oscar sounds exasperated as he reaches up and pulls one of the most powerful weapons Carlos and Lando have out of himself, and tosses it aside like it's worthless.
Lando moves to reach for the holy water but he's not fast enough. Oscar immediately turns towards him and puts two fingers to his forehead, making Carlos watch in horror as his best friend crumbles to the ground.
Carlos runs towards him yelling, "Lando no! No no no Landito wake up please Lando."
Tears are welling up in Carlos' eyes as Oscar speaks up once again. "Don't worry, he's just passed out. I'll wake him up when we're done here."
Oscar's manner of speaking is really getting on Carlos' nerves. How dare he be bored when Carlos is having one of the most insane days of his life. "What are you?" He asks Oscar, walking back towards him. "What do you want?"
Oscar smirks, the first sign of emotion Carlos has seen from him. "Ah, yes. I'm an Angel of the Lord. It doesn't matter what I want. I'm here to tell you what He wants."
"You are joking. There is no such thing as angels."
The smirk on Oscar's face grows as lightening striking outside. The light coming in from the windows and cracks in the walls shows off the huge shadows of Oscar's wings, spanning the entirety of the barn. Carlos can't distinguish if the feeling churning in his gut is fear or something else, something he refuses to acknowledge.
Standing in front of the angel, the only question worth asking makes its way through Carlos' lips. "Why would an angel rescue me from hell."
Oscar peers at the hunter, his gaze unwavering as he cocks his head, assessing the man in front of him. "You don't think you deserve to be saved, do you?"
Carlos inhales sharply as a lump forms in his throat.
"Oh, don't be like that," Oscar rolls his eyes and moves closer to Carlos, barely a breath between them. "I held your soul, mate. Rebuilt you atom from atom."
"Why?" The single world is desperate, almost broken. Carlos is just a man doing a job, trying to protect the people he loves. He was in Hell so Lando wouldn't be, just another soul to be damned in your average crossroads deal. It doesn't make sense for this angel, for Oscar, to have saved him. In Carlos' experience, good things don't happen.
"Because God commanded it," Oscar says, still staring at Carlos. His eyes feel piercing, like they're looking beyond Carlos' physical body and seeing deep into his soul.
'He might actually be looking at my soul,' is the stray thought whizzing through Carlos' brain as he does everything in his power to stop himself from licking his lips while he stares back at the angel.
