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When Oscar Piastri has his first DNS ever in his career in Formula one, he spends the entire race in his drivers room trying to keep a breakdown away. Unshed tears cling to his lashes, a desperate scream stuck in his throat.
But then his boyfriend Lando Norris comes to find him and threatens to break the door down if he doesn't open it. So Oscar does. And then he asks Lando to help him forget.---
A moan spills from his mouth into Lando’s.
“Oh my god, Lando!”
“Osc-” Lando pressed down firmer and rocks against Oscar’s body. The friction clouds Oscar’s mind until there’s nothing to think about but the heat and desire that rushes like wildfire through him. “M-more,” he stutters with tears in his eyes. Lando obeys. -
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He hadn’t been meaning to find Lando. Hadn’t been searching, hadn’t even been thinking about the man. Well, maybe a little, but no more than one usually would think about a teammate. And still, Oscar ends up in his room.
How, you may ask?
The way Oscar always enters rooms. In the night, with the shadows.
Because Lando is not the only one with a job on the side of being a formula 1 driver.
Though streaming might be a little less odd than being a bogeyman. -
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“He’s out! Lando Norris is out of the car! And not a second too late, the McLaren has caught fire! Does anyone know where the medics are?
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Wait, what is Norris- He’s running towards his teammate Oscar Piastri’s car! What is he doing? He’s- I don’t know if he’s allowed to do tha-The car is on fire! Oscar Piastri’s car is on fire! Oh, oh dear. Both drivers are too close to the fire-we can’t-”
The camera’s turn away.Soulmate AU
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Oscar books a beautiful Cottage in the middle of nowhere to escape the busy F1 world and celebrate Christmas with his boyfriend Lando.
Lando thinks it’s the perfect opportunity for their first time.---
“I want you to take me, right here and now.”
The mug of hot chocolate wobbles threateningly in Oscar’s hands. “What?” he repeats, but his Australian accent is so heavy with shock that it sounds more like; ‘Whot?’.
Lando dares to smirk at him. “You heard what I said. Take me.” -
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Lando has a secret. While others presented early in life, he has not. Everyone assumes he’s a beta. A dramatic beta. A fighting-for-the-championship beta. An insecure beta.
And that’s good, because Alphas are usually assholes and omegas just don’t make in in formula one. They just don’t.
But then he finishes another race, wins it in fact, and something is different. When he gets out of the car, he first thinks he might have accidentally peed himself. It happens.
He hasn’t. He has presented.
“Oscar, what are you doing?” He forces a stern tone in his voice, while all he wants to do is press into Oscar’s touch and sigh with relief.
“Sorry.” Oscar stays right where he is. “I had to check.”
“Check what?”
It’s then that Oscar takes a step back. He looks dazed, overwhelmed. “Lands. I think you’re in heat?”
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The hitman was staring at him. The two locked eyes. 81’s face changed imperceptibly, his eyebrow lifting in what felt like a challenge. Lando looked away quickly.
“Fuck.” He muttered, staring down at his rum and coke, hands gripping the glass. From his periphery he saw a figure approach, agonisingly slow.
“Lan? What’s wrong?” Alex called worriedly in his ear.
The hitman sat down beside him. Facing forward, his knee came to rest against Lando’s. The touch sent a jolt through Lando, who bit his lip in an attempt to calm himself.
“Whisky.” The hitman said to the worker. He was Australian? That was certainly valuable information. If he could leave this bar alive to tell it.
Or, Oscar is a powerful and thus far anonymous hitman working for a corrupt government. Lando is a political vigilante trying to stop him. All Oscar sees is a pretty boy sitting alone at the bar.
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“Umm,” despite the poor quality of the line, Max can discern the wobble over the tinnyness. “My mummy needs help.”
“I think you got the wrong number,” Max barks.
“No— no,” the pup says hurriedly, and god help Max— he can hear a little hitch in his voice. “No. You’re the Lion. You help people. You need to help my mummy.”
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Kimi calls an assassin. George and Max kill Toto.Series
- Part 1 of gr has a bad time
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16 Sep 2026
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So good!! Wouldnt mind more stories in this universum!
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"I am the older driver, Oscar!" Lando repeated, his voice cracking, trembling with a mix of fury and intense shame. "I’ve been in this team for six years! I should be acting like it! I should be helping *you*, guiding *you*, holding this team together, not... not getting pulled out of the media pen by my fucking shirt like a helpless child because I can't keep my eyes open!"
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After a punishing race at Monza, the overwhelming heat and pressure threaten to pull Lando under right in front of the cameras. Spotting his teammate in trouble, Oscar steps in to pull him away from the noise and chaos, leading to a quiet, unexpectedly tender moment behind closed doors that redefines what they mean to each other.
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09 Sep 2026
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When Lando accidentally wanders into an upper-level astrophysics group chat meant for a completely different L. Norris, he refuses to leave quietly. Instead, he starts trolling the class with unhinged theories about handbrake turns and black holes, prompting Oscar, the deadpan group leader and teaching assistant, to step in and put a stop to it.
What starts as a desperate text intervention quickly spirals into late-night banter, secret constellation maps, and an accidental fall.Series
- Part 2 of College AUs
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01 Sep 2026
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There's a distinct pink tinting Lando's cheeks now as he puts on a show of being dismissive. “You know who could be a Jack? Valtteri.”
“Valtteri?!!” Oscar’s going to have a stroke. He can see tomorrow's headlines: Formula 1 driver Oscar Piastri exasperated to death by teammate.
Lando pauses to suck at his straw, and says through his teeth, “Mmhmm, with that mustache and all.” His eyes lock on Oscar’s, something sly and impish glinting in them. “Or you know, Carlos, I think could probably pick—”
Oscar's had enough. He stands up and moves toward the bed in one motion, and before Lando finishes his sentence, he's got an arm around him, hauling him up over his shoulder.
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Lando claims the name Jack doesn't fit Oscar bcs Jack sounds like a guy who could throw you over his shoulder and rough you up and Oscar decides to take him up on it.
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29 Aug 2026