mr_morale
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Oscar Piastri had moved 10,516 miles away from home to chase a dream, he wanted to own his own restaurant someday. He had a checklist, and he lived by it religiously—finish culinary school, work in a professional kitchen, learn everything there was to know about running a restaurant, and eventually open one of his own.
Romance? Dating? Not on the list.
At least, that was the plan… until a stranger quite literally crashed into his life one morning. Oscar meant that literally— face flat on the pavement with a flustered stranger kneeling over him, stammering apologies. And that was how everything began to go deliciously off-script..
Oscar has always followed his rules, rules he built and followed his whole life. He had never believed in soulmates until he met Lando.
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“Oh—shit! Carlos, I told you to wait till I was ready! You fucking muppet!”
Oscar barely had time to register what had happened before the stranger, now holding the ball and looking like a human tomato, groaned. His confident demeanor instantly crumbled as his ears burned red, and he turned to glare at his friends down the hall.
Finally, he sighed, rubbing his temple before looking back at Oscar.
“Sorry about that,” he muttered, his accent unmistakably English. “Wasn't exactly how I planned to introduce myself.”
Or Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris meet in college whether it was fate or Lando’s meddling?
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The first time is an accident. The second, a mistake. The third, a choice you made.
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Oscar joins McLaren, stepping into the spotlight as the teammate of two-time world champion Lando Norris; but his rookie season turns out to be far from what he had imagined.
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- Part 1 of just pretend
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Oscar arrives in North London with nothing and no one. A broken past, a pull-out mattress, and a name that gets him in more trouble than it’s worth.
He wasn’t supposed to stay. He wasn’t supposed to race. And he definitely wasn’t supposed to fall for the boy who sees everything but never lets anyone in.
But the streets don’t care what you’re supposed to do. And neither does Lando. -
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They handed him an Omega with ash still in his hair.
Lando stood barefoot on the marble floor of a city that had swallowed his name, his future, and the scent of the man he was promised to. He said nothing. He didn’t bow. He only stared — jaw tight, eyes brighter than any fire that took his home.
Oscar Piastri was a commander, not a keeper of hearts. The boy was a war spoil, nothing more. He told himself that, again and again, as days passed and silence turned into glances, glances into questions, and questions into something dangerously close to care.
The rules of war are simple: Victors take. The conquered yield.
But Lando has never followed rules.
And Oscar? He's starting to forget them.
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His mind raced, confusion flooding him as he processed the words. Red flag? “Why? What happened?”
The answer came immediately. sounding more urgent. "We’ll explain in a minute."
"Who’s the driver?" His chest felt tight, his breath shallow as dread began to settle in. Something wasn’t right and he knew that deep inside of him.
There was a long pause before the reply came, short. "Just bring the car back, Oscar."
or Lando has a crash and Oscar isn't coping very well