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“I guess we should just pretend to date, then?” Lando says easily.
“What?” Oscar asks. “You’re not serious?”
“Um, yeah I am, mate,” Lando says. “C’mon. It’s not like we can erase the kiss from anyone’s mind or socials. And I don’t want Zak to think you’re like playing mind games with me. I mean, you’re not right?”
“No,” Oscar exclaims, shaking his head. “Of course not.”
“Then, we might as well just lean in, right?” Lando says. “You’d look crazy if we just pretended it was some weird accident.”
Well, Oscar probably is for kissing his teammate like that.
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Oscar kisses Lando on the podium in front of the whole world. Which might be ok if they were dating. But they're not. Not even close. So now, they have to pretend to date to save both of their careers from Oscar's lapse in judgment. This means cute insta posts, joint interviews, the occasional public date, and shared hotel room.
It certainly doesn't mean exploring his newfound sexuality with his teammate. Or getting to know him on a deeper level. Or falling in love with him. All while leading the championship. Again.
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09 Jul 2026
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rays on the waves by sincehewaseighteen, softosc (sincehewaseighteen)
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
06 Jul 2026
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the chatfic surrounding a meet cute in australia's sunshine coast — where oscar piastri is a snorkel guide/diver (almost diver, once he gets his shit together and completes his course) and lando norris is a world class spicy hot UK tourist that oscar... totally didn't expect to be that.
includes lots of stupid slang and banter in between long distance yearning, a croissant and muffin obsession, and daniel ricciardo being oscar's every reason to quit his job (but also every reason as to why he shows up).
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06 Jul 2026
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Lando attaches the blushy, pouty photo and sends it, then locks his phone and drops it onto the carpet beside him, staring up at the ceiling.
There’s a pause, stretching suspiciously long.
A faint click echoes through the call. Mute. Then unmute again.
“Sorry,” OP says when he comes back, his voice rougher now. “Thought someone was at the door.”
Or: Lando loses an F1 championship and signs up for a charity Minecraft speedrunning tournament to cope with his existential crisis. Turns out his coach, faceless speedrunning champion OP81, might be a bit of a fanboy.
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05 Jul 2026
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He makes it to Lando’s room, and the door’s open, with Lando on his knees on the floor, back arched, looking for something under his bed.
“Nope,” Oscar says, turning around and facing the opposite door. “Absolutely not.”
“Oscar?” Lando laughs, peering up from his position. “It really can’t be that bad.”
“I can see your ass,” Oscar whisper-hisses, so sick of his stupid dick. He’s already filling out his fucking Simon (Chipmunks) pants.
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- Part 7 of loverboy6969 landoscar works
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09 Jun 2026
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Lando’s been using phantom touch on his soulmate for ages—small things, harmless things, just enough to keep himself entertained. A tap here, a brush there. Nothing serious.
Until one painfully boring debrief, he decides to tickle them.
Across the room, Oscar Piastri chokes, jerks, and falls clean out of his chair.Lando suddenly isn’t bored anymore.
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05 Jun 2026