piastry (loveindefinitely)
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“Y’know how it is,” he jerks his head to the side, and Oscar realises that he hasn’t looked him in the eyes once during this entire conversation. Avoiding. “Doesn’t exactly look good for me.”
“What doesn’t?” Oscar’s brows pull together, the back of his neck heating up. Swallowing, he goes to take a small step forward, to bridge the miles of distance between them, but he stops himself at the last second. Instead, runs his thumb nail over the pad of his pointer finger. Lets it carve into the pink skin.
Raising his hand, Lando flings it to the side, as if swatting away a particularly insistent fly.
“That you’re so, like. Beta.”
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Or: The entirely too self-indulgent WAG Omega Osc-fic of my dreams.
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The worst part about it all is this: Max had been rebuilding his friendship with Lando over the course of the last two seasons. They’d been better, had gotten closer, again – had maybe moved on from what they once were. Lando had told him how he felt about Oscar, for fuck’s sake.
And then – and then Miami. The club. Lando’s stupidity. Max’s wanting. Charles’ carelessness.
Oscar.
Always, it seemed; always, it came back to Oscar.
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Or: All things must come to an end.
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- Part 4 of unrequited love (& other cliches)
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Charles thinks of most relationships in his life as a part of his own makeshift universe. Himself as Mercury – warm and alight and a direct embodiment of the character of the Sun, of Ferrari, of his legacy. He has so much to prove. So much to do. Too small a mind, a body, a soul, to be able to truly exude the mass of such a team and future and past.
He wonders, sometimes, about how the first planet to be decimated, go entirely frozen, should the Sun die, is Mercury.
He knows his hands are cold.
He wonders if he’s already half-way there.
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Or: the before, the after, and the everything in-between.
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- Part 3 of unrequited love (& other cliches)
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Noah is blond. Shaggy and shorn too close to the scalp – nothing like Oscar’s soft, gentle brunette waves.
But he has a few moles that decorate his face, and deep brown eyes. Not really like Oscar’s (he doesn’t have the doe eyes that make Oscar’s so breath-taking, and the placement of his moles aren’t quite right), but just enough.
Just the right amount of Oscarisms for Lando to close his eyes, and imagine.
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Or: Lando Norris sees the text.
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- Part 2 of unrequited love (& other cliches)
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"Max’s nose scrunches a little between his eyes, his guffaw squeaky and high yet gravelly all at the same time, like a weird sort of paradox. Charles is, as always, elegant about it: his eyes meet Oscar’s gaze, warm with the way the apples of his cheeks push against the corners.
They’re so utterly beautiful.
They’re so utterly out of reach.
And, Oscar realises with a start, maybe that’s just it."
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Or: there's only so much that Oscar can tolerate before he breaks.
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- Part 1 of unrequited love (& other cliches)
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CHRONOLOGICAL READING ORDER:
1. the edge of the cliff - chapter one
2. double take (triple take)
3. supernova (here we come)
4. the edge of the cliff - chapter two
5. strangers by the bedside- Words:
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Lando shivers, gasping with every inch that Oscar’s thumb moves. “Nah, fuck I wanna come, I wanna come, please.’ He licks his lips, hips bucking up. “Let me come, come on. Let me come, yeah? Next time, I’ll be good. I’ll be good, I promise.”
Oscar’s almost tempted to let him finish, just to see what the sweet euphoria of release looks like on his face. “Show me you’ve got it in you, and I’ll think about it,” Oscar tells him.
Lando fights the restraints. “Fuckin’ wish I had something in me right now, Jeeeesus.”
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Lando needs to win the remaining 12 races of the 2026 season to secure his second championship so he solicits the help of Oscar, a professional dom, to get his head in the game and gets a little more than he bargained for.
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07 Sep 2026
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"Lando." Oscar sighed. He took one tentative step closer to Lando, trapping him between the fence and a hard gaze. "You're a sweet kid, really. You're bright and funny and charming. Undeniably good-looking, of course, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't noticed that."
That smile from earlier etched its way back onto his face, and Lando reached out to touch Oscar. Fingertips brushing over bare forearms, and oh, Oscar's skin was so warm. "I'd be lying if I said I don't like hearing that," he replied cheekily, tilting his head back against the fence to look up at Oscar.
"But."
"No buts." Desperately, Lando's hands reached further up, clawing into Oscar's shirt and pulling him closer. "We don't need buts. You fancy me, I fancy you, this is perfect!"
Oscar resisted the pull. Grabbed Lando's wrists in two gentle but firm holds and pulled the hands away from his shoulders. "Unfortunately, there are buts whether you need them or not, Lando. You're very sweet, and I really appreciate this, but I'm 38 years old, kid. And how old are you again?"
"22, but what does that matter?"
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- Part 8 of julie's landoscar fics
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Bookmarked by piastry (loveindefinitely)
04 Aug 2026
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“It’s probably not the best idea for us to do this,” Oscar says, looking away. “We’re living together, and the contract—”
“Fuck the contract,” Lando interrupts, exasperated. “We can add a clause to it or something, I dunno. It can be like those stupid rom-coms where they agree not to fall in love with each other.”
Or: Oscar Piastri is a lonely, closeted F1 driver who's one mistaken hook-up away from certain ruin. Lando is a down-on-his-luck photographer facing down eviction. When Lando tries (and fails) to mug Oscar in a desperate attempt to keep his housing, Oscar proposes a mutually beneficial arrangement: Lando lives with Oscar as his companion for one year. After that, they're free to go their separate ways. A rock-solid NDA and no hard feelings. What could go wrong?
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Bookmarked by piastry (loveindefinitely)
01 Jun 2026
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“Cut it out, Lando,” Oscar hisses quietly, eyes hard as he shakes Lando’s hand off of him.
It’s a completely understandable reaction from him. If Lando was being used as a human fidget toy without his consent, he would feel the exact same way.
What isn’t understandable, however, is Lando’s own reaction over being scolded by Oscar. He can feel the embarrassed blush spreading on his skin from head to toe. There’s this weird tingling sensation that blooms from the back of his neck, coursing through his veins.
He doesn’t need a mirror to know what he must look like staring back at Oscar’s stern expression.
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Lando discovers he has a propensity for slipping into subspace when Oscar yells at him.
Bookmarked by piastry (loveindefinitely)
25 Apr 2026
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“Are you sniffing my clothes, mate?” Lando’s voice violently rips Oscar back to reality.
Oscar drops the hoodie like it’s turned into a venomous snake, recoiling in shock. Lando’s standing in the doorway, motionless, one hand still on the doorknob. Oscar can’t quite read the expression on his face, but he doesn’t need to in order to hear the incredulity ringing out in Lando’s voice.
“Um,” Oscar stammers, panic setting in. This looks so bad.
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Oscar's been obsessed with Lando since he was 14. Now they’re teammates at McLaren, and he's struggling to keep it together. Lando's not a better man.
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Bookmarked by piastry (loveindefinitely)
20 Apr 2026