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Oscar is still a photographer who travels around the world taking photos at Formula One races, and his camera roll is still suspiciously full of pictures of his boyfriend, Lando Norris. Only now Lando has a McLaren-approved fake girlfriend, and this whole secretly dating thing isn't really all it's cracked up to be.
Part 2 of @OP81photography loves @LandoNorris - AKA that fic where Oscar is a photographer and Formula 1 driver Lando is his muse
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- Part 2 of @OP81photography loves @LandoNorris
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26 Nov 2025
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maxverstappen1 My British Shorthair Donut (Donatello) has been missing since Monday. He’s six months old. If you have any information about his whereabouts, please fill out the form that’s linked in this post and my team will get in contact with you as quickly as possible.
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Charles stares at the photo on the screen, then at the cat that’s dozing on his lap. Holy shit, it’s- “Donut?”
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25 Nov 2025
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Oscar is the feared Aussie Assassin that kills people who, in a twisted way, deserve to die for what they've done.
Lando meanwhile is a spy that's supposed to stop Oscar from killing.
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- Part 1 of Twisted morals
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09 Nov 2025
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At nineteen, Oscar Piastri finds himself always waiting, for a chance, for a seat, for someone to see him. Two years in formula one's reserve shadow has left him questioning if he belongs at all. Every smile feels forced, every test session a reminder that he's replaceable.
Then he meets Lando Norris. McLaren's four time World Driver's Champion, brilliant, reckless and nine years older. Lando's used to winning. Used to being the one people chase. But when he mistakes Oscar for a fan during a paddock signing, something about the quiet resignation in Oscar's eyes lodges under his skin and refuses to leave.
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07 Nov 2025
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The silence in their Monaco apartment was no longer empty. It was filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of a baby’s breath, a sound that had rewritten their world in the space of a single, devastating phone call. The grief for their friends, Sarah and Leo, was a cold, heavy stone in their chests, but it was now shared with a terrifying, profound responsibility: four-month-old James, their godson, now their son.
Or: Lando and Oscar are suddenly left responsible for the care of a four-month-old baby
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01 Nov 2025