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Nico peered at the screen closely, as if that would help him make sense of what he was seeing. It was a schematic of an F1 car, that much was obvious. He knew the parts of an F1 car back to front, every individual component of the engine. But there was something in the diagram on screen that didn’t belong; an oddly-shaped blob, highlighted red, nestled right in the centre of the engine.
“I have no clue,” Nico admitted.
“It looks kind of like a heart, don’t you think?”
Gabi was right. The unidentified machine was heart-shaped, and as he watched, its edges even pulsed slightly.
“We’ll have to tell them about it soon,” came a voice from the corridor, thick with an Italian accent. “It’s experimental tech, and with the nature of how it works, we need to get their consent first before installing it.”---
In the mid-season upgrades, Sauber tries a new experimental technology to gain an edge over their competition.
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"Max’s nose scrunches a little between his eyes, his guffaw squeaky and high yet gravelly all at the same time, like a weird sort of paradox. Charles is, as always, elegant about it: his eyes meet Oscar’s gaze, warm with the way the apples of his cheeks push against the corners.
They’re so utterly beautiful.
They’re so utterly out of reach.
And, Oscar realises with a start, maybe that’s just it."
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Or: there's only so much that Oscar can tolerate before he breaks.
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- Part 1 of unrequited love (& other cliches)
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“Oscar, please. Tell me what happened.”
Oscar takes a deep breath, settling into a normal rhythm. He flexes his hands slightly, digits curling in and out under Charles’s—grounding.
“I fucked up”
Charles doesn’t know enough about what’s going on to disagree with him yet, so he stays silent.
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a post bahrain/jeddah lestapiastri fic
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- Part 4 of Triangulum (Deltoton)
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Oscar doesn’t remember the exact moment it started to slip — the space between kisses getting longer, the silences going unchecked, the scent of love fading from the walls. All he knows is that somewhere between race weekends and routines, he stopped feeling like someone they wanted to hold.
After an incident leaves him shaken and raw, Oscar finally stops trying to be easy to love — and begins to ask what he actually needs.
Now Max and Charles have to face the ache they ignored too long, and Oscar has to decide if healing means returning to what they had... or building something new from what remains. -
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After a harsh penalty costs him the win, Oscar distances himself from those closest to him. Wrestling with guilt, jealousy, and self-doubt, he begins to relearn how to communicate and how to let go.
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Max, Charles and Oscar are all sad and disappointed about their respective races, but Oscar is the sad boy president in this fic. The MSP (Most Sad Player) of the race, if you will.