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But he hasn’t gotten laid in a while, and the frustration is beginning to get to him. He just needs a girl who’s good looking enough to get him hard and who will sign the stupid NDA so he can finally clear the mental fog that comes with any dry spell, no matter how short. Maybe he should just fuck this girl. She’s pretty, he supposes.
What he really wants, and what gets pushed to the forefront of his mind the longer he goes without hooking up with someone, an evil reminder of what he’s missing, is Oscar.
or: a landoscar happy ending to Lando's Monaco GP 2026 bender
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16 Jun 2026
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Max had just — Max had been Max about it, which meant he'd wanted something and then pursued it with the exact same focus and total disregard for obstacles that he brought to everything else in his life. Max wanted a championship, so he drove like a man possessed and fought for every tenth of a second. Max wanted Daniel, apparently, so he'd shown up at Daniel's hotel door.
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16 Jun 2026
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Max is staring. Daniel is tired of constantly trying to make the right decisions.
Monaco Grand Prix 2023
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15 Jun 2026
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Max brings it up the way he brings up most things that matter to him: sideways, without looking at Daniel, in the middle of something else entirely.
They're in Max's kitchen in Monaco — the good one, the one with the window that looks out over the harbour, where Daniel has spent approximately forty percent of the last two years either eating Max's food or stealing Max's tea and pretending it was his — and Daniel is talking. He's been talking for a while. That's not unusual. Daniel fills silences like water fills a container, and Max has always let him.
"I think I just need to not think for a while," Daniel is saying. "Not about racing, not about lap times, not about any of it. I said to — I said to someone the other day, I never want to think about racing again. Not for a long time. Maybe not ever."
He laughs when he says it. A relieved laugh. A can you believe I made it laugh.
Max says, almost into the sink: "You don't have to stay. Now that you're done."
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15 Jun 2026
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World champion.
It slams into Lando's chest so hard his heart does an actual stutter. He sucks in a breath, blinking at the hotel ceiling, and memory flashes back in jump cuts — chequered flag, radio screaming, “You’re world champion, mate!”, orange smoke, McLaren crew on the fence, his own voice cracking in parc fermé, while the tears stream down uncontrollably.
His face warms before his body has even caught up. God, he really did that on live TV, didn’t he? Like, repeatedly. They’re gonna meme him to death.
He shifts to roll onto his side and something moves next to him.
Warmth. Weight. The tug of the duvet.
Lando freezes.
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Lando Norris wins the WDC and discovers the real post-race debrief is explaining why he “just wanted to give him a hug.”
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01 Jun 2026