#oscalex

[autumn816]

[581ism]

pialbon monaco apology dinner date (a ficlet)

alexander albon/oscar piastri, post canada gp 2026, established relationship, slice of life; not actually the dinner date but what comes before

(864 words)

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Oscar has the decency to look sheepish as he closes the door to Alex's home behind him. The lock clicks resolutely shut. Stuck with the lion now, Alex thinks morbidly. It's only been three weeks since he's given Oscar a copy of his key. Oscar had looked up at him, mid chewing his sandwich while watching the cricket or whatever he put on TV, and smiled so softly at Alex that a whole New Year's sparkler went off in Alex's stomach. Stray salad leaf hanging from the corner of his mouth or whatever. Alex had been ready to give him everything, at that moment. Stuck with the lion for life, if you want.

So now Oscar is using his new key to come grovelling for ramming into Alex and ending his race. No matter that he already apologized right after the race, via text but only for lack of opportunity. By the time Oscar had finished his own Sunday - pointless as well - Alex had already been done with media and barricaded himself in his driver's room, busy leaving Oscar on read.

So, that's how they get here: Monday evening. Oscar, lingering sheepishly in the entry way. Alex, on his back on the couch, staring at the ceiling, feeling all sorts of conflicting things.

“Is it alright that I used the key?” Oscar says.

Alex shrugs. “Sure. I didn't say it was for emergencies only or anything.”

“Feels like an emergency anyways.” Oscar's voice is closer now. Alex can see him moving closer out of the corner of his eye.

“Me being mad at you is an emergency?” Alex says. It's supposed to be a joke, mostly, but-

“Yes,” Oscar says plainly and Alex finally squints against the overhead light to look at him. There's a smile tugging at the corner of Oscar's mouth, but his eyes are serious.

“I'm not actually mad at you. You know that, right?”

Oscar shrugs. “Figured it was worth checking.”

Alex sighs. Honestly, what is he supposed to do with this guy. “Come ‘ere,” he tucks at the corner of Oscar's shirt until Oscar lays down half on top of him, half squished between the couch cushions and Alex's hipbone.

“Ouch,” Oscar huffs and wriggles until he likes his spot, starfished and one leg between Alex's. He's like a dog sometimes, like this.

Alex lets his hand card through Oscar's hair. It's dry and knotted. Airport hair, surely.

“Did you come straight here?”

“Mhm,” Oscar hums in confirmation. He's halfway to dozing already, for sure, switch turned from guarded to cozy. Like a dog.

“You know, I already told Sky that it was an unfortunate mistake. And that I don't blame you. I mean, you could've saved yourself the trip.”

Oscar's breath is tickling Alex's collarbone where he's tucked Oscar into his armpit. Slow and steady. Cool, calm and collected.

“Yeah no, I saw that,” Oscar says. “Still had to- you know. Had to make sure you weren't chatting shit.”

“Do you always check up on someone when you crash into them?” Alex gasps, fake horrified, fully over it now. “Don't tell me you turned up on Lando's doorstep like this last year.”

Oscar lifts his head, disgruntled. The hair on the side of his head that Alex has been teasing is already a mess. One of these days Alex'll get it to stand like a Mohawk, no products.

“Like what?” Oscar says and loses half the sentence in his battle with the Australian accent.

“Looking lost and apologetic and, like. Hm. Submissive and breedable?” Alex tries and gets a whack to the chest for his efforts.

“Rude,” Alex says and catches Oscar's hand in his. “First on track abuse and now, what. Domestic abuse?”

“I like the domestic part of that,” Oscar murmurs and curls his hand inside Alex's. “Sounds kinda nice.”

“He likes the domestic part of domestic abuse,” Alex whispers to the ceiling, incredulous. “Can you believe this guy?”

Oscar shakes in his arms with silent laughter. “Christ, not like that. You know what I mean.” Then he's quiet for a moment and Alex feels Oscar's hand leave his to sneak up his ribs. Splayed, possessive. He gets it. Sometimes those words shake him too, for a second. Domestic, boyfriend, emergency contact, home.

“I wouldn't, by the way. Follow up with anyone else.” Oscar's lips press to Alex's collarbone, dry and light. “For some reason I care more when it's you.”

“Jury's still out on why,” Alex says but Oscar shakes his head.

“Nah. Jury's pretty sure they figured it out.”

It's too much to do this so soon. Christ, they haven't even turned off the big light. Everything is bare and open.

Alex brings his hand back up to Oscar's head and squints against the light. “You owe me dinner,” he whispers. “I'll choose where.” Monaco is always pricey, but if Alex plays his cards right, he can really make Oscar's wallet hurt. Or at least make him pretend it does. He'll know the right moment to ask.

“Okay,” Oscar murmurs and even like this he manages to sound deadpan. “‘s a date.” And then he's asleep, just like that. Big light on and everything.

[lanean]

oscalex fake dating in monaco (1.7k words of bad decisions)

i wrote a short oscalex fake dating fic because monaco makes everyone emotionally incompetent and i needed to document the consequences

alex albon suggests fake dating as a joke it stops being a joke almost immediately oscar piastri stops functioning almost immediately

“Alex Albon, who talked to anyone, charmed everyone, laughed through interviews and pressure and chaos alike--

was nervous.”

includes:

fake dating (obviously)

mutual pining disguised as denial

oscar piastri suffering in real time

alex albon weaponizing proximity and eye contact

george russell allegedly running a betting ring

“you think i’m attractive.” / “this conversation feels unnecessary.” / “you just called me statistically attractive.” / “that’s objective fact.”

it is short. it is chaotic. it escalates exactly as badly as you think it does.

AO3: [LINK]

[geoscarmark]

the important question is what does yesterday’s race do to the pialbon stocks?

[jbbuckybarnes]

may the post-race interviews of Alexander Albon not find me because I cannot handle a Pialbon divorce right now

[zukiez]

okay i think there’s enough of us now we need to come to a consensus

oscalex

pialbon

secret third thing/results

Voting ended onMay 20

[merclando]

pialbon core

[disarmd]

which is the best oscar duo/ship in your opinion?

great question i think it has to be charles and alex because they inspire oscar's passions, but in opposite directions.

charles/oscar: you didn't know oscar was capable of being horny until you see him beside charles, like no one has ever been so thirsty and so unashamed of showing he's thirsty because like IT'S CHARLES LECLERC oscar has to visibly shoot his shot. oscar is so animated around charles, just walking the paddock waving with his hands, more expressive than we've ever seen him. honestly the most expressive oscar has ever been around lando was when they were both making fun of charles. oscar is chilling on the dock just waiting to see if charles happens to be heading to his yacht hoping to catch that invite.

alex/oscar: the same but opposite, alex is the only one who's ever seemed to get under oscar's skin and honestly vice versa. that podcast with oscar where it's revealed that he and logan are actually best best friends, and alex does nawt know what to do with himself. he keeps trying to make fun of them for being codependent and oscar keeps being like, the joke you're making is actually a true thing that happened we're even closer than you think. so alex pivoted and started making fun of oscar's padel skills and he kept that up for the entire rest of the season and oscar looked to be so much fun to tease about it!!! he kept getting visibly frazzled. oscar got in alex's head during that interview somehow, but alex got in oscar's head for the rest of the season. someone would start saying pa-- and oscar would be like WHAT SHIT IS ALEX TALKING ABOUT ME NOW. WHAT HAS ALEX SAID. WHAT DID HE SAY ABOUT ME.

the thing about oscar is that mostly he's a polite cat but then circumstances arise and you realize his main desire is actually to smash. he wants to smash the ball into the hole in fake cricket golf. he wants to smash the tamagochi against the table. he wants to smash charles (sexually). he wants to smash alex (also sexually but first aggressively).