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There's a heavy feeling in his chest, almost like panic but not really there. It's more like he's bracing for something bad to happen, but for the life of him, he cant figure out why.
Somewhere along the never-ending lines of telemetry and Zak's disappointed sighs getting more frequent, a rock the size of his fist has been deposited in his chest. There's a numb feeling that starts in his hands and travels all over and it's almost reached Lando's fucking head.
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20 Apr 2026
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“Not a big deal?” Lando says, as if Oscar has personally insulted his mother. “Don’t you know what this means?”
“No?”
“It means you’re single for the first time since I’ve known you,” Lando points out. “And like in your life.”
“I’ve been single before,” Oscar argues.
“No, you’ve been a child before,” Lando says, exasperated. “You’ve never been single like this. Like, mate, you’re an F1 driver and you’re rich and shit. It’s awesome.”
“I’m not much for clubs or hookups,” Oscar admits, making Lando tsk.
“You weren’t much for clubs and hookups,” Lando corrects. “You will be. It’s a whole new world out there, Oscar. And it’s fucking awesome. I’m gonna show you. You won’t find a better guide to the single life than me.”
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Fresh off a breakup, Oscar is learning to navigate being single for the first time as an adult. A famous, rich adult. Lando generously offers to show him how to make the most of being a single, famous F1 driver.
AKA Lando's guide to being single and trying not to fall in love with your teammate as you do it.
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14 Apr 2026
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"Cheers for the crisps," Lando added, a bit quieter. "Dunno why you hate them. Your taste buds are broken."
"Only thing that's broken here is you, mate," Oscar replied, exhaling out an amused huff of air.
"Anything I can do? Dump a bucket of cold water over you?" His tone made it obvious that he was just teasing, but after a moment of considering whether it would be crossing a line, he added, "or, you want a massage?"
Oscar took another drink of water before setting it back down on the TV stand next to him, still watching Lando carefully even though his face hadn't moved from where it was buried into the pillow. He kept his expression carefully neutral, not wanting to make the offer seem weirder than it probably - definitely - already was.
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Oscar gives Lando a handjob and it almost ruins everything
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10 Apr 2026
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Lando tilted his head. “So tell me,” he said, tone light, the grin already forming. “On a scale from one to ten, how much are you enjoying this?”
Oscar didn’t look at him. “Currently? A strong three.”
“Three?” Lando gasped. “You’re sitting across from me on a private jet, drinking champagne. That’s at least an eight.”
Oscar finally turned to him, eyes glinting under the cabin lights, the corner of his mouth curving up. “You’ll have to try harder.”
Or: the one where Lando tries to make Oscar’s pretty cheeks blush (and succeeds).
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16 Nov 2025
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It’s the profound tragedy of Lando’s life, he thinks, to realise he’s in love with his teammate – just as Oscar Piastri makes a habit of standing one step higher on the podium, forcing Lando to crane his neck to look at him.
Oscar hates watching the light fade from Lando’s eyes with every victory he takes from him. He accepted the inconvenient truth long ago: he loves Lando. But he loves winning more.
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