#8731

black and white(and red)Chef

Sending you an ask for an Esteban fic. It could be with anyone and as sfw/nsfw as you want. I am not equipped enough to come up with a promt, so please feel free to use any you have thought of but weren't able to use before.

P.S. (if you write a.b.o), one with an alpha Ollie and omega Este would be perfect!.

Omg i’ve been pretty obsessed with Bearcon recently so imma try to cook smth up!

Bearcon, omega esteban x alpha ollie, fluff, teen and up

Also read on ao3

Whispered candy

Esteban tries to live his life without holding any extreme prejudices, but even upholding his values as best as he can, he can’t name a single experience with an alpha teammate that has gone well for him. Checo, Fernando, Pierre…there’s some sort of curse between the alphas on the grid and Esteban. The only teammate he got along with consistently had been Daniel, but he’s a beta and he gets along with everyone.

Esteban had been ecstatic to finally be free of the cursed tethers of Alpine, but upon finding out he’d be teammates with yet another alpha, he couldn’t be completely satisfied.

Despite his reservations, he’d made up his mind to be as friendly and accommodating to Ollie as possible. For one, Ollie is a lot younger than him. And anyway, their few short meetings have gone pleasantly well. Ollie seems nice enough, all wide-eyed and innocent and eager to race. There’s a respect towards Esteban that’s clear in how he looks at him that flusters Esteban a bit; he’s more used to being approached with snark and caution from teammates.

So, really, it’s a bit too easy to build up somewhat of a friendship with Ollie who’s so sweet and charming and quick to banter and even quicker to blush.

It’s dangerously easier for the friendship to escalate from casual banter and forced proximity hang outs to finding Ollie in his driver’s room, Esteban’s back against the wall and Ollie caging him against it.

He doesn’t know exactly how he got here—the stolen glances from a wide-eyed alpha, the red dusting Ollie’s cheeks whenever Esteban stood a bit too close to him, breath wafting against his ear as whispered words and silly jokes, the way Esteban couldn’t stop his heart from doing somersaults whenever Ollie grinned up at him and did that shy giggle of his—okay, maybe he does know how he got here.

That doesn’t mean he’s mentally prepared for it, though. But then, Ollie’s trembling hand is lightly resting on his cheek, nerves clear in the widening of his eyes, gleaming with something Esteban tries not to read into. His usually soothing sandalwood musk is sharper, headier, making Esteban a little dizzy from it.

Gender swap 0.1