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When Lando Norris first met Oscar Piastri, he knew he was doomed. The young Aussie was in most ways his opposite. An alpha, for one. He was also tall, and somewhat broad. Bigger than you’d expect- as he said watching the Aussie do his first photoshoot (Netflix caught that). Oscar was also calm. Quiet and patient- the new iceman, some said.
Oscar was also incredibly pretty. Swoopy brown hair (princelike), moles dotted around his pale skin. Lando had ducked into an empty room to slap on some scent blockers (his scent never hid anything. It was as emotional as he was) when he first caught a glimpse of the man.
Now, over a year later, he was absolutely fully gone for the young Australian. And absolutely everyone knew.
“So,” George turned to him. “Spill,”
Lando scrunched up his nose. “Spill what?”
The older Brit surveyed him with a blank look. “Your crush on Oscar, you dimwit,”
“What!” He screeched, immediately garnering looks from the entire Mercedes hospitality.
George sniggered. “Come on, Lando. I promised Charles I’d get all the gossip,”
“There is nothing about me to gossip about,” Lando complained. “Don’t do it,” He crossed his arms and pouted across the table. His friend only rolled his eyes and grinned widely.
“Come on, Lando,” He wheedled. “Everyone knows. You get so clingy and blushy when he’s around. And you always talk about him. It’s always ‘oh I should ask Oscar’ or, ‘I wonder if Oscar would like that’. It’s really ridiculous,”
Lando sunk down into his chair, pout still at full force.
“No idea how he feels though,” George said absent mindedly. “I mean, he looks at you like he’s in love with you. But he doesn’t talk to any of us, and we have no idea what he’s really like. Alex can’t get anything from Logan,”
“Shut up, George,” Lando grumbled. “I know I have no chance,”
“I didn’t say that,” The taller frowned. “He’d be lucky to have you, mate,”
Lando raised an eyebrow. “You love calling me an idiot,”
“Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be lucky to have you,” George shrugged. “Though I don’t know if he deserves you,” He made a face. “We’re all a bit wary, truth be told,”
“Why?” Lando blinked.
“Because, Lando, you love attention and are very clingy. Oscar doesn’t seem the kind who’d be good at that,” George confessed. “It’s not a bad thing, mate, don’t be embarrassed. We just all want you to be as happy as you can be,”
“Oscar’s the best guy I’ve ever met,” Lando furrowed his brow, looking like an annoyed cat.
George’s lips quirked at the sight.
“I’m serious!” The younger omega defended. “He’s kind, and patient, and lovely,” His scent was seeping through the blockers, a sour smell permeating the Mercedes hospitality.
“Lando, calm down,” George tried. “You’re going to annoy all of my co-workers, and we won’t be able to have lunch here again,”
Lando scowled.
“Lando? You here?”
“Oh, hey Oscar,” George smiled tightly. “Lando’s annoying everyone,”
The alpha shuffled over to the table, hands in his pockets. “Andrea wants us,” He informed. Then frowned. “Are you okay?”
“George was bullying me,” Lando wrinkled his nose. “So I’m happy to leave,”
Oscar sent a wary look to the other man, brown eyes cold. George managed not to shiver. “Let’s go then,” He offered his hand.
Lando took it cheerfully, scent now bright. “Thanks, Osc,” He beamed. Oscar nodded in response, heaving Lando to his feet with ease.
George watched, somewhat amused and somewhat cautious, as the two walked away. Lando chatting happily to Oscar, as the taller listened quietly. Lando’s hand was still clutching Oscar’s, and neither made a movement to pull away. Once the McLaren duo were out of sight, he pulled out his phone.
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w/o lando
George, Charles, Alex, Max, & Carlos
2:34pm
George: maybe Oscar is a good fit for our lil lando
Charles: really?
Alex: ooooh what happened
George: lando told him I was bullying him
George: the guy’s eyes were ice cold
George: I got kind of scared for a second
Charles: arthur has told me he has his moments of scary alpha-ness
Charles: i guess i didn’t believe him
Max: why does this mean Oscar is good for Lando
George: well Oscar’s always on Lando’s side
George: and he seems to genuinely listen when he’s yapping
Alex: I guess we’ll see
Alex: i’ll ask Logan again
Charles: it would be romantic if they were together no
Charles: teammates. Opposites attract
Carlos: we will see. I still do not like him
Alex: you’re just overly protective of Lando
Carlos: he is my little brother
Max: Oscar has shown no evidence that he’s a good fit for Lando. I will believe it when I see it
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After the cameras were cut, and the crew started milling around them, Alex turned to Logan.
“What?” The American asked suspiciously.
“Is Oscar playing with Lando?” Alex said quietly, looking around the room. No one was paying attention to them, so he focused back on the blonde.
“Playing with…” Logan raised an eyebrow.
The beta groaned. “Come on, you know what I mean,”
“Oscar’s not good at talking about his feelings,” Logan said instead, smiling faintly. “The way you can tell how he feels is both the acts of service he does, and his eyes. If that doesn’t give you your answer, I don’t know what would,”
Alex hummed. “I see. Do you think they’d be a good match?”
The beta beside him narrowed his eyes. “Oscar’s calm with Lando’s emotions? I fear they’d be the best match we’d ever see. They’re already proving that as teammates, aren’t they?”
“Point,” Alex conceded. “We don’t know enough about Oscar to discern whether he’s good for Lando or not,”
“I don’t think that’s your thing to decide,” Logan pointed out. “Anything that happens between them is their business,”
“Lando’s been hurt lots of times before. Broken up with because of his emotions and his clinginess. Oscar doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who deals with either of those things well,” The Thai-Brit said softly. “We don’t have anything against Oscar, we’re just worried about Lando,”
Logan softened. “I think you should all start understanding that Oscar would never do anything to make Lando upset. The man is so pathetically gone it’s funny,”
“Really?” Alex brightened.
“Not that he talks about it,” Logan conceded. “But the eyes are enough to make me wretch,”
Both betas started giggling.
“Say,” Logan said suddenly. “Why don’t I invite Oscar and Lando to my hotel room later? We can play Mario kart,”
“Sounds like good Williams-McLaren bonding,” Alex grinned. “I’m definitely up for it,”
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“Stop fidgeting,”
“I don’t want to make a bad impression on Logan,” Lando pouted, Oscar rolled his eyes and grabbed his hand.
“Lan, you know him already. Pretty sure if he didn’t like you he wouldn’t invite you to his hotel room,”
The Brit wasn’t paying attention, in favour of focusing on Oscar’s hand. Slim compared to his, but longer. He liked how they fit.
Oscar smiled softly down at him before knocking on the door. Logan opened it, a wide grin splayed across his features.
“Welcome!” The American greeted. “Alex is already here. He’s getting mario kart set up for us,”
“Useless as ever then,” Oscar teased. Logan rolled his eyes, swatting at his friend’s shoulder.
“Thanks for inviting us,” Lando piped up. “And I cannot wait to demolish you all,”
Logan grinned. “Big words for a short guy!” He patted Lando’s head. “Bring it on,”
“I am not short!” Lando squawked. “I am going to destroy you, Sargent,”
He did not destroy him. Oscar was oblitering them all anyway, calm expression on his features.
“You’re evil, Piastri,” Alex groaned as he knocked into a banana skin. “Evil,”
“Just playing the game,” The Aussie shrugged. “Sorry,”
Lando cackled, leaning into Oscar’s side. “Don’t apologise for things you don’t mean,” He nudged him.
Oscar looked down at him as he passed the finish line, another soft smile on his lips. “No idea what you’re talking about,”
“Sure,” Lando teased. “You gonna let me win next time?”
“If you want to,”
Alex looked over at Logan, eyes wide. He mimed gagging. The younger beta let out a snort, disguising it with a cough. The two McLaren drivers didn’t look over, still looking at each other and talking in soft tones.
“He really is good with him,” Alex said quietly. “I’m all up for them,”
“Lando’s good for him, too,” Logan whispered back. “They are pathetic though,”
The Thai-Brit nodded his head solemnly. “Absolutely pathetic,”
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w/o lando
George, Charles, Alex, Max, & Carlos
11:52pm
Alex: i am team landoscar now
Alex: logan and i played Mario kart with them for like four hours and they were absolutely revolting to watch
George: still annoyed i couldn’t come
Alex: hey williams-mclaren bonding is sacred now
Charles: i am looking forward to watching them now
Carlos: im still wary
Alex: mate you shouldve seen them
Alex: came in holding hands, and the soft smiles Oscar gives lando genuinely make me gag
Alex: lando wasn’t even annoyed he was losing any of the games bc Oscar was winning them and absolutely terrorising me and logan
Max: wow he is pathetic
Alex: theyre good for each other
George: i agree. Even if Oscar scares me
Max: ill believe it when i see it
Carlos: same
Charles: i for one am looking forward to it
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“Are you sure about Oscar?”
Lando whipped around, eyes wide. Carlos stared at him, head cocked and arms folded.
“Wh- Oscar’s my friend,” Lando said slowly. “He’s great!”
Carlos sighed long-sufferingly. “I mean about the fact that you’re in love with him,”
The omega’s scent spiked, and his cheeks flamed.
“I don’t think he’s right for you,” Carlos said gently. “You’re too good for him,”
The Brit pursed his lips. “I think you’re wrong,” He decided. “Oscar’s too good for me. He’s the kindest alpha i’ve ever met, and if I ever find someone who treats me half the way he treats me I’d be lucky,”
Carlos narrowed his eyes. “He’s an unemotional alpha, Lando. You don’t know what he thinks about,”
“I do,” He protested. “I’m fluent in Oscar facial language,”
The Spaniard gave him a deadpan look. “Are you?”
Lando nodded proudly. “He’s never mad at me, you know? And I know i’m a pain in the arse, and incredibly annoying. But he just puts up with it. Puts up with me. You know, he’s started giving me his clothes! My nests are the best they’ve ever been now,”
“Lando,” Carlos put his hands on the younger man’s shoulders. “I love you like a brother, and I don’t want to see you get hurt,”
“Carlos,” Lando responded. “Oscar would never hurt me. Not on purpose,”
“I want to believe that,”
The omega frowned. “Well, it’s not any of your business anyway. I’m an adult, Carlos. Contrary to popular belief,”
“I’m not saying you’re not,” Carlos argued. “I’m just-,”
A very dark chocolate scent was curling closer. It was bitter, and made both Carlos and Lando cringe and pause their disagreement.
“You smell sour,” Oscar said in greeting, frowning slightly. “Are you okay?” He put a hand on Lando’s shoulder, scent-marking him subtly. Carlos choked.
“Just a slight disagreement,” Lando said, eyes fluttering. “Sorry if my scent bothered you,”
“Never,” The Aussie responded. He turned to look at Carlos, eyes cold. The Spaniard resisted the urge to shiver, now understanding why George said his look could be terrifying. Lando made no notice, inching closer to Oscar's side and grinning up at him.
“Awfully sweet of you,” The Brit said.
Oscar shrugged. “My scent is chocolate,” his gaze had fully softened as he took Lando in, and Carlos watched with both annoyance and amusement at the heart-eyes. “I came to find you for free practice,” He added. “Starts in an hour,”
“Let’s be on our way then,” Lando declared. He turned back to Carlos, faltering slightly. “I’ll see you later,” He said, almost hesitantly. “Be prepared to grovel,”
“I will do no such thing,” The Spaniard snorted. “Make sure he doesn’t get lost, Oscar,” He added.
The younger alpha blinked. “Right. See you, Carlos. Good luck for practice,”
Lando grabbed onto his sleeve and tugged him away from the Ferrari driver. Said man stared after them, begrudgingly amused.
“What were you arguing with Carlos about?” Oscar queried.
“My choices,” Lando replied vaguely. “He’ll apologise later. If he doesn’t, I’ll tell Charles on him,”
The Aussie snorted. “Checks out,”
“I thought so,” The omega grinned. “What you doing during the break?”
Oscar hummed. “My rut. So,”
“Oh. well. Have fun?”
The younger man looked down at him, eyebrows raised. “Have fun?”
“Yes?”
“Sure,” He snorted. “Fun. Come on, Lan,”
His scent was still a steady dark chocolate, so Lando hadn’t actually upset him, but he moved his arm around his neck to scent him just in case.
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w/o lando
George, Charles, Alex, Max, & Carlos
4:59pm
Carlos: so i pissed lando off
George: blimey did you really
Charles: what did you say to him???
Carlos: I annoyed him about Oscar
Alex: that would do it yes
Alex: did Oscar appear out of nowhere with a steely glare
Carlos: yes, actually he did
Carlos: the man can be scary, i have learnt
George: i know
Charles: have you apologised to lando yet
Carlos: i’m going to ask if he wants dinner then pay for whatever he wants
Carlos: i do feel bad, I really shouldn’t of asked him about it
Charles: no. especially because you were probably rude about Oscar
Charles: don’t let this be the thing that breaks your friendship, mon ami
Charles: Oscar is a great alpha from everything i’ve heard and seen
Carlos: i am becoming aware they are probably meant to be together
Carlos: they just invade each other’s space with no care or worry at all
Carlos: its like Oscar has a sense when lando’s upset and just appears to help him smile again
Alex: well mating is like that
Alex: i can feel george’s extreme emotions n stuff
George: yeah but lando and Oscar aren’t even together
Max: i swear whenever i open this chat it’s someone after having a run in with them talking about how they’re definitely perfect together
Carlos: oh. Haha i didn’t even realise
Charles: why can’t i be next??? I want to see heart eyes in person please
George: who knows you might regret it
George: as in bump into them making out or something
Max: they’re not even together yet don’t start
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When Lando won in Miami, most of the grid flocked to the parc ferme in order to congratulate him.
“There we go!” George cheered. “So proud, mate,”
“About time,” Alex chimed in, clapping the younger Brit on the back.
He couldn’t stop grinning, scent bright and overjoyed.
“Well done, Lando,” Lewis hugged him. “We’re all chuffed for you,”
He may have teared up as he hugged the alpha back. This was it. The moment.
Carlos, Charles, and Max found him next, each hugging him tightly.
“Where did Oscar place?” He asked Alex, almost breathlessly.
“Oh, thirteenth,” The beta answered. “Probably back at the garage, now,”
Those present pretended to ignore the slight fluctuation to the omega’s scent as he pouted slightly. Max shot a look at George and Alex, who rolled their eyes.
“I’ll find him later,” Lando decided. “But holy shit! I won! My first ever!”
Charles laughed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “And we’re all very happy for you, mon ami,”
Lando fluttered back into the garage, grinning widely. Oscar was waiting beside Tom, arms folded and leaning against the wall as they talked quietly. The alpha paused, looking up and meeting his teammate’s eyes. Both their scents spiked, and Lando launched himself into Oscar’s arms.
“Whoa!” The Aussie laughed, catching him round the waist. “You did it, Lan,” He twirled him around for a few moments before setting him back down onto his feet. “I’m so proud of you,”
“I’m sorry about your race,” Lando said, not sounding that sorry as he started scenting the younger man.
“No worries, you won,” He shrugged. “Speaking of, shouldn’t you be getting to the podium?”
The omega blinked. “I wanted to see you,”
Oscar softened immediately. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you got out,”
“I get why you weren’t,” Lando assured.
“Next time,” He promised. “Next time you win,”
Lando couldn’t help it. He dived back into his arms, nose nuzzling against the man’s neck.
“You did amazing, darling,” Oscar said quietly. “I’ll be waiting for you later, yeah?”
“I’ll find you,” Lando swore.
The Aussie smiled. “You always do,”
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“Why didn’t Oscar come and congratulate you on parc ferme?”
Lando looked up from his drink, blinking slowly. Max had his arms crossed, expression stern.
“Uh, cause Tom had to talk to him?” The omega responded. “Why do you care anyway? I went and saw him after,”
Max narrowed his eyes. “Why aren’t you more upset about it?”
The Brit cocked his head to the side. “Because I knew he had other things to do?”
His friend continued to stare at him. “He’s courting you, isn’t he?”
That made Lando choke. “Wh- I don’t-,”
“I see,” The Dutchman hummed. “You don’t want to make it public, so you’re trying to keep distance,”
“It’s really new,” Lando muttered. “We’re both learning. He’s not really done this before, and I haven’t had anyone try and genuinely get to know me for me before,”
“Does he treat you well?” Max queried, taking a sip of his g&t.
Lando’s face exploded with his heart shaped grin. “He’s the best, Max,” He gushed. “He has this second sense for anything I’m feeling, and he texts me good morning and night if we aren’t together and I feel like I’m being spoiled most days,”
“Oscar Piastri?” Max raised an eyebrow. “We talking about the same guy, Lando? The guy doesn’t show any emotion,”
The omega rolled his eyes. “Well, he does with me. He treats me great, Max. don’t worry,” He finished his drink. “I’m gonna go in a bit, Osc said he’d wait up for me,”
“I’ll walk back with you,” Max said. “Got a flight in a few hours, so,”
Oscar was waiting on one of the sofas in the Hilton atrium when the two European drivers stumbled inside, Lando giggling and leaning against Max as the Dutchman heaved him along.
“Too much to drink?” He asked, walking over and pocketing his phone. “You look a mess, Lan,”
The Brit grinned. “Hi Osco!” He let himself fall into Oscar, scenting him quietly as the Aussie looked over at Max, who’s face was unreadable.
“Did you have a good night?” Oscar said politely as Lando continued to shove into his personal space, nose diving into the taller’s neck like it belonged there. And maybe it did.
Watching Oscar let Lando into his space without a bat of an eye made something in Max soften. They were just pups, really. Still learning how to be in a relationship.
“We did,” He assured the younger alpha. “Lando may have had a few too many drinks. In his defense, most of the Grid wanted to buy him one,”
“Well, it’s what he deserves,” Oscar smiled, stroking the omega’s back. “Want to go to bed, darling?” He added quietly.
“If you carry me,” Lando demanded.
“How about we walk to the lifts, and I carry you from there?”
Lando considered it before nodding. “Bye bye Max! Thank you for walking me back!” He waved cheerfully at the other driver before dragging Oscar away.
Max watched them, a small smile on his face. He could see what everyone meant now.
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w/o lando
George, Charles, Alex, Max, & Carlos
01:39am
Max: Oscar is perfect for him
10:23am
George: WHOA admitting the truth are you
Alex: you saw them being gross didn’t you
Max: i can’t remember sending that message
Carlos: you see it now though, no?
Max: i do, yes
Max: i got lando back to his hotel and Oscar was waiting for him in the atrium
Max: and lando just dived into him straight away, started scenting him
Max: the kid didn’t even blink an eye, just started chatting to me as lando got comfortable
Max: so, i see Oscar as perfect for lando
Carlos: it’s begrudging to admit isn’t it
Max: yep
Charles: man i have yet to view a landoscar moment
George: i think thats a good thing
Max: also they’ve started courting
Max: im gonna go wash the drink off me bye everyone
Alex: THEYVE WHAT
George: oh my fucking god
Charles: adorable
Alex: should i give Oscar the talk
George: lex, if you try and threaten him he’ll just blink and shrug and you’ll feel scared
Carlos: i would say i could but i am still on thin ice and do not want to anger lando even more
Charles: who says we even need to???
Alex: fun
Charles: merde
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“So… you and Lando, huh?”
Oscar looked up from his phone. Alex grinned at him.
“He seems a lot happier,” The beta continued. “You’re good for each other,”
The alpha inclined his head. “I know you were unsure,” He said. “I think I can understand why,”
“If you do hurt him in any way, I will end you,” Alex said abruptly. “He’s my little brother,”
“Noted,” Oscar said dryly, not sounding or looking as scared as Alex hoped he would. In fact, he looked rather amused.
“You should be scared,” The Williams driver looked put out. “I’ve always wanted to threaten someone,”
“Stick to your day job,” Oscar advised. “I know what’s best for Lando, so I don’t think it’s your business,” His eyes went cold, and the older man shivered.
Alex screeched. Oscar only grinned.
“Hey, you two, we have media to get to,” Lando appeared. Then narrowed his eyes. “Alex, you stink,”
Oscar patted the Beta’s shoulder. He flinched.
“Tried to threaten me,” Oscar informed his partner cheerfully. “He’s fine,”
Lando’s eyes lit up. “Didn’t think you cared that much, Alex! I’m honoured,” He fluttered his eyelashes.
“You’re scary,” Alex poked Oscar’s chest. “Lando, you’re in good hands,”
“I think so too,” The omega curled a hand around the Aussie’s bicep.
“I think Alex is scared of you,” Lando noted after media.
Oscar only shrugged. “I know George is. Carlos steers clear of me too,”
“What do you say to people?”
His alpha grinned. “Nothing. They don’t like my eyes,”
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Charles, begrudgingly enough, was the pack omega. This meant comforting his pseudo-pups when they were in distress.
This was one of those times.
He found Lando in the pack room, curled up in the nest and positively drenched in items of Oscar’s wardrobe.
His heart broke slightly for the younger omega as he cried.
“Lando, what do you need?” The Monegasque kneeled just outside of the nest. “I made everyone leave,”
“Osc,” He whined. “Is- is he angry?”
Charles ran a hand through his sweaty curls. “Not at you,” He said. “Lewis told me he had to stand by whilst he tore your strategists a new one in case he lost control,”
Lando looked up at that, blinking slowly. “Then why isn’t he here?” He complained.
“He’ll be here soon,” Charles assured. “I may not have seen any of your moments, but I know there is no one who loves you more than that boy. He’d do anything for you, and now everyone in the paddock is aware,”
The Brit sniffled. “I fucked up so bad,”
“We all do things we regret on track,” Charles soothed. “It’s okay, Lando,”
Then, the door opened slowly.
Lando immediately sat up, eyes wide. Oscar shuffled in, face neutral. Lewis followed him, looking mildly amused.
“See, I told you he’d be here,” Charles tutted. The other omega ignored him in favour of watching the two alphas slowly approach.
“I’m sorry, Lan,” Oscar said quietly.
“Not your fault,” His partner replied. “I’m sorry. I was an arse,”
Oscar softened. “Can I join you?”
A nod and the Aussie was settling down amongst the blankets and pillows, letting Lando climb into his lap and stick his face into his neck.
“I shouted at Zak and Andrea,” Oscar admitted. “I lost control slightly,”
“You did?” Charles raised his eyebrows. “Lewis, what happened?” He turned to look up at the alpha.
Lewis grinned. “It was entertaining. Shouted at a few officials too,”
Charles stared at Oscar as if discovering him in a new light. “Are you going to get a fine?”
“No,” Oscar replied absent mindedly, scenting the omega on his lap. “Pulled the whole alpha courting an omega shtick. It worked, and now I think a few people are scared of me,”
“You are my hero,” Charles proclaimed. “I can’t wait to tell Max. He’s gonna come to you for tips,”
“My alpha,” Lando said proudly. “I told everyone he was perfect,”
Oscar rumbled from behind him, smiling into his partner’s dark curls.
“You two okay then?” Lewis folded his arms. “Can we let the rest of the pack in the pack room now?”
“We’ll go,” Oscar said instead. “Cmon, Lan,”
Lando nodded. “Sounds good,” He said, slumping slightly. “Will you carry me? I’m tired,”
“Alright then you lump,” The Aussie teased, getting to his feet slowly as the omega latched onto him with all four limbs.
Charles and Lewis met each other’s gaze, eyebrows raised.
Then Oscar walked out of the room, Lando still comfortable in his arms.
“Whoa,” Charles said. “I feel jealous of their love,”
“I think all of this triggered their cycles,” Lewis mused. “I say avoid talking to either of them till they text first,”
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w/o lando
George, Charles, Alex, Max, & Carlos
5:12pm
Max: so @Charles how are our landoscar faring
Charles: lando was kind of inconsolable till Oscar turned up
Charles: i finally know what you mean when you say lando just goes into oscar’s space and Oscar looks like its a normal Tuesday
Charles: also Lewis thinks their cycles were trigged by all the drama
Carlos: well that explains why oscar growled me when i approached them in the paddock earlier
Carlos: do they not care about showing off their relationship now? Lando stinks of preheat and Oscar was carrying him
Carlos: didn’t know Oscar was that strong actually
George: ive heard Oscar scared a few fia officials and also his own bosses
George: Charles please tell me this is a lie
Charles: it is true
Charles: isn’t it cute
Alex: theyre so fucking gone for each other its almost pathetic
Max: they do fit though
Carlos: annoyingly for us they do indeed
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oscarpiastri
[image #1 description: Oscar on the podium with Lando and Lewis]
[image #2 description: Lando asleep in bed, a fresh mating mark visible on his neck]
[image #3 description: a pap shot of Oscar carrying Lando through the paddock]
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oscarpiastri first gp win. Mixed feelings, but alls well that ends well. I got a medal and a mate out of it, so I think I’m a double winner
24th July 2024
logansargent u are so pathetic
nicolepiastri proud of you both
landonorris come bck 2 bed osco