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the touch of a hand lit the fuse (of a chain reaction of countermoves) by mscppy
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
27 Jun 2026
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What is a better headline than "Home hero Oscar Piastri bottles the race before it begins"?
Well, probably a front page picture of him kissing his rival.
Or: Max decides it's a great idea to fake date their way out of annoying racing questions. Oscar isn't too sure - though he doesn't mind all the kissing.
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- Part 12 of my midnights
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04 Jul 2026
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Desperately, as much as he can with Charles’ digits between his lips, Oscar shakes his head.
“So sweet,” Charles praises, pinching Oscar’s tongue like it belongs to him. “I’d make you beg for it if I didn’t know it was no use.”
“Our shy baby,” Max follows up, fond and lovely even as his fingers spread out, stretching Oscar’s rim to its limit. “Always tongue-tied. Or maybe you’d rather use your tongue for nicer things?”
sometimes, oscar wonders why he keeps coming back to them. but then they remind him.
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- Part 11 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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29 Jun 2026
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The season didn’t live up to its promises. They hope tonight will.
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29 Jun 2026
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“Want to fuck him?” he smirks, relaxing his back muscles.
Kimi swallows the thick saliva coating his mouth.
Yes, he does.
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In Miami, Kimi takes another victory. In 2026, the rules change: instead of being optional, the Winner’s Room becomes almost mandatory for all three participants. When Kimi realizes he'll have to share a bed with Lando and Oscar, his stomach starts to hurt.
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29 Jun 2026
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Oscar was bored. He wasn't feeling the hands on his hips anymore, not really, and he'd stopped feeling the music three songs ago.
"Not judging," the man said, leaning in, "but there's two guys staring at you like they're about to fight someone. You part of a throuple or something?"
Oscar turned around.
Max and Charles weren't talking. They were watching him. Both of them, and neither one had the decency to look away when he caught them at it.
Heat climbed up the back of Oscar's neck, fast and unhelpful. He didn't turn back. He found the beat again, facing them now, slower, deliberate, giving them something to look at, just to see what happened.
Neither of them looked away.
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23 Jun 2026