MoonAsAnEnd
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Oscar’s well aware that he’s got that tight clench in his chest again. That selfish, greedy clench that he knows is a bad, bad idea. A way to get his feelings hurt all over because Lando’s going to leave him like he always does, and Oscar will have to act normal in the next interview as if he didn’t just see Lando like this, as if Lando hasn’t fucked him up irreparably for anyone else.
And God knows what the future holds for Oscar, but nothing’s ever going to compare to Lando. Nothing. No one will ever come close.
He knows this with absolute certainty.
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29 Jun 2026
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Sweet Lord. Lando probably won’t survive this boy, anyway. If he doesn’t meet his end going 250 miles an hour around a bend, it’ll be because Oscar Piastri smiled at him, looking like an actual Greek god. Achilles himself, Lando thinks.
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24 Jun 2026
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Rumor in the paddock is that Piastri got a tattoo.
Lando won’t lie and say he’s not curious about it; he’s curious as hell about anything to do with Oscar. He’s a little fucked up about it, to be honest, and that’s exactly why he’s trying to be so very cool about Oscar apparently getting a tattoo.
Except Lando’s never been cool about a single thing in his life.
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24 Jun 2026
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“I didn’t say we’re friends because we’re not, hm?” Oscar tells him, then drags his tongue along the thick muscle on the side of Lando’s neck, and kisses the soft spot beneath his ear once he reaches it. “Do friends do that?” Oscar then slowly slides the waistband of Lando’s sweats over the curve of his ass until it’s just smooth, warm skin in the palms of his hands, and then he squeezes. “Or this?”
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24 Jun 2026
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effortlessly, i feel everything by sincehewaseighteen, softosc (sincehewaseighteen)
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
28 Apr 2026
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“Miami?” Lando asks abruptly, half puzzled, half amused. He lifts his head up from Oscar’s shoulder, coming eye to eye with the boy who definitely looks like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
The thing is, the back traces have always been absentminded. Oscar does it without thinking, and Lando receives it the same way—welcomes it, without question.
“Yes,” Oscar says simply. “It’s Miami."
Lando breaks out in a laugh. “Jesus, you’re desperate for a race, aren’t you.”
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or the one where lando realises oscar's soothing back traces are actually just him drawing out f1 track circuits. until it isn't.
or even better simplified as — their first i love you story
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23 Jun 2026