NINI'S SHIT DUMP

From The Outside Looking In

By nxlx_96 on ao3 | 4136 words

Since when are those two this close? Lando can't help but wonder. In the four years he has spent being Oscar's teammate, he has come to know the Aussie doesn't really do touchiness— Lando would know, he's one of the touchiest people alive. He knows first hand you don't just touch Oscar so casually like that, not out of nowhere— he knows, he's been trying to get closer to the guy for four years now. What is going on?

or; everyone thinks those two are in a secret relationship. —written for the Reverse Trope Writing Challenge from the F1 Playlist Exchange server <3

OSCAR'S PASTRIES

Chapter 2: Lamingtons, Hot chocolate, and Whipped Cream

by nxlx_96 on ao3 | 7,583 words | ch 2/?

On the opposite side of the counter, there's the handsome stranger from about a week ago; he's wearing a thick gray crewneck, sunglasses hanging from his collar and a dark ring on his pointer finger.

Surprised, Oscar nods at him. Polite but not smiling yet, he still doesn't know what the issue here is. He doesn't remember what name he decided on last time, so he goes with the one at the top of his mind. "Hello… Lorenzo, right?"

or; Oscar gets a few kisses surprises from a celebrity (not Charles).

so. this is gonna be personal and embarrasing

Apaga la Tele - Macha Y El Bloque Depresivo. [i hear this song and immediately become this one:

Teacher's pet - Melanie Martinez [lets just ignore this one, yeah?]

my playlist of brazlilian funk that is definitely concerning to feminism.

FRNCESCA- HOZIER [I'M SCREAMING BECAUSE YES, IT'S THAT SERIOUS]

Aeropickles - KomeAnime [don't look it up it's gona invade your brain like a computer virus 😭]

HI ANON!!

i am sososo glad you're loving the series as much as i do, i will keep on writing them!

and actually, you've given me a very very good prompt and it comes at a perfect timing because i've got a creative writing event this weekend and i'm 100% using this as the plot for it!!

Cold Closets and Cosy Cuddles

By nxlx_96 on ao3 | 5113 words

The door pushes the thing outside. Oscar realises it had been a stopper. He didn't see it clearly in the low light, but he can recognise the shape. Max must've slipped it under the door to keep it open while he got fresh linen from the closet.

Oscar just removed the stopper.

And the door closed.

While he's still inside.

Fuck.

or; Oscat gets trapped in a small room and Max recreates a famous movie scene to rescue him.

OSCAR'S PASTRIES

Chapter 1: Cappuccinos, Puppccinos and a Six-Piece Pastry Box

by nxlx_96 on ao3 | 3503 words | Chapter 1/?

That's when he comes in.

The first thing Oscar notices is how pretty he is. A chiseled face, piercing green eyes, a light dusting of facial hair and a lazy smile that tells Oscar this man knows exactly how handsome he is. Oscar's first thought is that he's probably a model of some sorts. Which is not an uncommon thing, this is Monaco after all, you trip over a stone and find three celebrities on the other side.

But the face doesn't ring a name bell at all.

or; Oscar owns a bakery, Charles stumbles into it. Shenanigans ensue. Logan really wants to quit.

we need more choscar (in my biased opinion lol) so i am very much interested in your au and i think other people would be too !

now whether to make it a chaptered fic or series i honestly don't know, i usually like multi chapter fics but really go with whichever choice feels right

thank you nini <333

hi nemo!

we do need more choscar, i do agree. they have so much potential and i'm glad more people are starting to realise.

i feel like this could easily fit both, but i think i'll go with multi chaptered fic, that way people will only have to save/bookmark/suscribe to one thing.

i'll probably make the choscar HP au a series thing though, because that one i can divide into parts according to the year 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

i was actually working on oscar's pastries earlier today before i got sidetracked by maxcat again (damn cat fluff its like crack to me, i can't stop writing it), and i've filled the holes in most of the scenes. i only need to do some more dialogues and fillers before i can push it out. it'll probably be during this week <3

Mismatched Fluffy Socks

by nxlx_96 on ao3 | 4787 words

He had been here, physically, as a cat not even three seconds ago; he has been conscious at all times, but despite that it's almost like someone took his soul from back in his own apartment yesterday morning and plopped him here out of nowhere. Yes, he's in his same black joggers, the same worn-soft hoodie he slept in two nights ago, but he's not home anymore. He's in Max's apartment — Oscar is in four-time-world-champion-Max-Verstappen's flat.

Just up to a couple of minutes ago, he was running around and playing with his pets like another ordinary cat. He ate from one of Max's cat bowls, his cats' expensive food. He slept the whole night in the older driver's bed, for fuck's sake.

And now he doesn't even have fucking shoes on! or; The morning after Max catnaps Oscat from his adventures.