ghost_the_reaper
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- Formula 1 RPF (8)
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“Took your time.” The sharp voice cut through the cold: a silhouette stood facing into the dark. Max snorted, leaning back against the shed.
“The counsellors are like hawks. You think I wanted to be late?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. He was newer than Charles here, so the guards kept a closer eye on him, learning his mannerisms and silently cataloguing his actions.
“I thought you’d left me behind.” Charles’ voice softened — a rare crack of vulnerability.
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- Part 1 of Em's Lestappen Fics
- Part 6 of Em's Landoscar Fics
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Then fatigue crept in. My guard dropped—just for a moment.
Lando seized it. His boot connected sharply with my ribs, knocking the air from my lungs. Pain exploded through my side as I collapsed, curling instinctively around the ache.
Cold steel pressed beneath my chin, tilting my head upward. Lando’s grin hovered above me, triumphant.
“Aww,” he crooned mockingly, “and so the mighty prince falls again. Aren’t you adorable, kneeling like that?” He laughed—a sharp, cruel sound that carried across the training yard.
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Landoscar fantasy AU. Like all RPFs, please keep this in fandom spaces.
There will not be trigger warnings, so mind the tags
Note that Lando is taller than Oscar in this, and they are both the same age.(edit: I am currently re-writing this and publishing as I go. The plot line is the same, but the chapters will vary in quality from the updates to the original ones)
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- Part 1 of Em's Landoscar Fics
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The world knew Lando Norris as the smiling, quick-witted driver who lived for speed, the golden boy behind the wheel of a steel horse that tore through cities and circuits alike. But beneath the cheers and camera flashes, the endless travel and sleepless nights began to blur together, a never-ending loop of circuits, interviews, and social obligations. Every hotel room looked the same — sterile, impersonal, and smelling faintly of disinfectant. Every podium felt emptier than the last, the applause echoing like a hollow drum in a cavern that had long since swallowed him whole. The roar of the engine, once a symphony of freedom, now only amplified the turmoil inside, echoing the disquiet he could never quite silence. He missed home — though the idea of "home" had become a ghost, a memory softened and warped by absence — and the version of himself that didn’t need to perform, that could just exist without expectation. Out there, he was wanted; here, in the small spaces between hotel walls and his own thoughts, he wasn’t sure by whom.
Most drivers were Doms; the remaining were designationless.
He was the first driver to be neither: he was Submissive.
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- Part 5 of Em's Landoscar Fics
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You Know I've Had Shitty Exes, But You're In The Hall of Fame by ghost_the_reaper
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
20 Oct 2025
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Bitterly he thought that was true. Not about him, of course.
No, the lyrics were true about his ex.
Oscar Piastri.
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- Part 4 of Em's Landoscar Fics
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His mum returned, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Everything okay?”
Oscar turned the phone around to show her. “Vogue wants me to do a photoshoot. With a singer. Lando Norris.”
She blinked. “The one with the curly hair? Always on TikTok?”
Oscar laughed. “That’s the one.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You’re doing fashion shoots now?”
“Apparently.”
She smiled knowingly, ruffling his hair like she used to when he was a kid. “Well, better pack your nice shoes.”Inspired by the Lando Norris British Vogue photoshoot
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- Part 3 of Em's Landoscar Fics
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