#maxcar fic

[nxlx96]

Bittersweet Budapest

by nxlx_96 on ao3 | 6099 words

Oscar should've thought of this a bit better. He should've known his cat brain has no idea what the layout of the paddock is, how could he trust his cat self to find a building he has never been to before?

or;

Oscar craves comfort after the shitty end to his race in the Hungarian GP. He neglects to think his plan through.

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[hitthatapex]

“Listen,” Oscar whirls around on Max, no doubt he’s wearing a borderline crazed expression as the next few sentences come hurtling out. “Luke cheated on me with some model and so obviously I broke up with him but now he thinks I’m like still hung up on him and came to this party for him, which by the way is absolutely not the truth, but anyway I told him I moved on and have a boyfriend, which I definitely don’t, but then he asked me who and I pointed to you.” Max looks a little lost, a lot taken back — but not angry? So that’s at least a win. “Can you please pretend to be my boyfriend?” Oscar blurts out.

Or; Oscar, desperate to show his cheating ex that he's moved on, asks their uni's heartthrob, Max Verstappen, to pretend to be his boyfriend.

i only threw this party for you - read on ao3!!

30k words | complete | maxcar college au

[azoknemfankok]

no sleeping in

tags: maxcar, fluff, slice of life

word count: ≈400

Oscar wakes up to a sudden weight on his stomach. Well, more like in his stomach. A very small, very deliberate weight there.

He groans and moves to push it away, just blinding reaching towards it. Only for the weight to bite him.

He forces one eye open. Yep, his suspicions were right. Sassy is sitting standing on him, looking at him expectantly.

"Fuck," he hisses as his hand jerks back.

Great.

And he can't even do anything about it, because Max has an arm across Oscar's torso and his head is resting peacefully on his shoulder. Max's breathing is still slow and even, so he's definitely asleep.

Oscar sighs and admits defeat. He will have to lay there, unmoving until someone gets bored of the situation.

Technically, he could wake Max up, and tell him his cat looks like she plans to eat Oscar for breakfast. But Oscar doesn't have the heart to do so.

If there is one thing Oscar doesn't like about sleeping at Max's it's waking up to the cats demanding breakfast. And usually Oscar's the victim of them jumping on the bed, as he's lying on his back so May could cuddle him better... Which gives the cats a perfect opportunity to dig their perfect little paws into Oscar's stomach, bladder and such amazing organs.

Mrow

"Sassy," Oscar whispers. "Don't. We're sleeping."

Mroww

"No... Please.."

Mrow

"Stay quiet."

Oscar can't believe he's having an argument with a cat. It's ridiculous.

Then another meow.

Oscar is seriously considering meowing back, just to try his luck. Maybe that would shut Sassy up.

He doesn't particularly care about a morning hissy fit, but he wants Max to sleep undisturbed. And currently Sassy is making sure that's not happening.

Mrow

Sassy sits down on Oscar's chest, looking at him with big eyes. She's practically staring into his soul.

"Meow?"

"Did you just... meow back at my cat?" Max suddenly mumbles into Oscar's shoulder.

"No?"

He wants to disappear. He can't believe Max chose this moment to wake up.

He can feel his cheeks burning and he desperately wants to hide from Max. This is so stupid.

"You're a terrible liar," Max says, and Oscar can feel that he's smiling.

Great.

"But it was adorable," Max lifts his head, just enough to give Oscar a sleepy smile.

taglist: @lomlcamy

[fabbyf1]

I Came, I Saw, I Conquered (I Saw, I Conquered, I Came)

“Why are you here?” Oscar asked. 

Max grinned at him. “Because I want to come.” 

Oscar looked at him for a long moment, trying to decide if the gin and tonic was making him lose his English, or if his words had come out exactly how he meant them. Max shrugged at him, cocky and suggestive, and Oscar realized it was the latter. 

Leave it to Max Verstappen to show up to Lando Norris’ championship party just to get laid.  OR: Oscar and Max find a way to make a boring party a little bit more... interesting.

Oscar Piastri/Max Verstappen | 6k | Read on AO3

[lealu]

Proof of Contact - written for @miesgaga in the GBB server exchange

max/oscar (maxcar), 8k words, rated E:

“You’re weird,” Oscar tells him. Max looks pleased, which feels like a trap.

Oscar didn’t plan to spend summer break hovering over Max Verstappen’s bruise, but Max keeps insisting it needs repeat attention. It’s not flirting. It’s not weird. And if it is…well, Oscar’s not the one making it weird.

read here

inspired by this prompt i got once from @oscgirlie

[sillygoosemax]

Hello Stranger

CHAPTER FIVE OUT NOW

CH1 | CH2 | CH3 | CH4 | CH5

Max Verstappen/Oscar Piastri | Work in Progress | 18+ |

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Oscar: Well stranger, each week just gets better. Maybe you’re my lucky charm

Max: Lucky me

Oscar: I can’t say I ever expected a response after a month of silence

Max: I didn’t expect to become a random person’s diary. So i guess we are both surprised

OR: A poorly planned April Fools prank turns into intimate texts with a stranger, except Oscar and Max have known each other for years.

Read on AO3

[blndgyupastry]

friction ridges - maxcar / landoscar omegaverse au for @omegaoscarficfest

chapter 1 on ao3

The FIA introduces mandatory collars for the omega drivers in the middle of the 2025 season, citing safety and precaution. Of course, that's what the public knows. In reality, it's all about teams deciding who will the omega drivers mate, a networking of some sort.Oscar, thanks to the collars, was exposed as an omega, and hurled into situations he would rather avoid.

[missblackstar]

brat.

Oscar Piastri/Max Verstappen, rated: E, words: 5,452

Summary: Max Verstappen and the Art of Vexing People.

I… don't really know what to say about this one. It was supposed to be hot and short, and somehow it turned into this absolute monster… with a whole lot of angst, especially toward the end. So, please mind the tags!

Also, I can't write smut for shit… and then I went ahead and made most of this fic exactly that. How presumptuous of me.

Hope you'll still enjoy it! I'm pretty nervous about posting this one, though. I really hope I did Maxcar justice 🥹

Next up: Vertonelli with a choking kink. This one won't be nearly as angsty—or angsty at all—I promise!