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“Hey, Oscar?” Lando’s voice comes from across the pool, and Oscar snaps his head up, almost embarrassingly quickly, to look towards him. He's sitting up now, lifting his sunglasses off of his nose.
“Yeah?” Oscar calls.
“Can you do my back?” Lando asks.
Oscar freezes. “What?”
“Suncream?” Lando grins.
“Oh, uh-” Oscar stammers. “Yeah, sure. No problem.” -
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the condominium community - 2:36pm
Oscar and Logan have been added to the chat
George
Hello, welcome to a group chat we have for the Formula apartment building! There are only 18 (20 now) of us so we like to keep in contact about the building maintenance and other neighbourly orders of business. I’m George, and I liaise with the building manager on behalf of all of us when there is a building specific issue rather than an apartment issue. Welcome to the building!Lando
do u copy and paste that from ur notes every timeAlex
I bet he has it memorised~
or, the ridiculous chat fic where the f1 grid all live in the same apartment building
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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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"I'm saying," Oscar replied smoothly, not leaning back, "that you're a very loud addition to a very quiet sport."
Oscar Piastri is the Golden Boy of Tennis — calm, focused, and fiercely protective of his perfectly quiet life.
Lando Norris is a Formula 1 World Champion — chaotic, loud, and constantly living under the blinding lights of the paparazzi.When a chance encounter in Melbourne sparks an unlikely friendship, Lando decides the Prince of the Court needs a little chaos in his life. From the red clay of Paris to the deafening roar of the Silverstone paddock, keeping their distance quickly becomes the hardest game either of them has ever played.
Especially when the whole world is watching.
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It all started with a stolen wallet from some sort of Dutch mafia man at the club. He'd entertained the man, slipped his hand into his suit jacket, and plucked the debit card from inside with the intention of buying something nice. It wasn't like Charles really understood that his tattooed stranger was Max Verstappen, the Penoze boss of Amsterdam. Besides, how were either of them supposed to anticipate the wild sex that followed, a turf war with Italian mafia for the exotic dancer, and falling into an unconventional relationship? The things one does for love...
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01 May 2026