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    Lando attaches the blushy, pouty photo and sends it, then locks his phone and drops it onto the carpet beside him, staring up at the ceiling.

    There’s a pause, stretching suspiciously long.

    A faint click echoes through the call. Mute. Then unmute again.

    “Sorry,” OP says when he comes back, his voice rougher now. “Thought someone was at the door.”

    Or: Lando loses an F1 championship and signs up for a charity Minecraft speedrunning tournament to cope with his existential crisis. Turns out his coach, faceless speedrunning champion OP81, might be a bit of a fanboy.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    “It happened because of who we are. The adrenaline, the competition. You beat them, they beat you, and suddenly it feels like something else. Like you need them in ways that don’t make sense off-track. Call it desire, call it whatever. It’s the same rush.”

    Lando stared at Max, wide-eyed. He wanted to crack a joke but nothing came out.

    “But Charles… he’s not wired like me. He felt more. Took it seriously when I thought I could keep it light.”

    Lando’s chest tightened. He could feel it, the truth under the shrug.

    “Oscar’s the same. More like Charles than like me. Than like you. He’ll feel it heavier. Carry it longer. You mess him around, you won’t just hurt him, you’ll regret it yourself.”

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    Or, the one where Lando realizes he might be losing to Oscar on and off the track.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    Lando’s been using phantom touch on his soulmate for ages—small things, harmless things, just enough to keep himself entertained. A tap here, a brush there. Nothing serious.
    Until one painfully boring debrief, he decides to tickle them.
    Across the room, Oscar Piastri chokes, jerks, and falls clean out of his chair.

    Lando suddenly isn’t bored anymore.

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    08 May 2026

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    Oscar gives Lando a compass for his fifteenth birthday. The needle always finds North. Oscar spends the next decade pretending he doesn't know what that means.

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    24 Apr 2026

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    “Jesus Christ,” Lando whispered. “I just told Max Verstappen to fuck off. On camera. In a wedding skirt. To protect my—” He froze, gesturing helplessly at the Aussie still watching him with infuriating calm. “—my husband.”

    Oscar raised a single eyebrow. He looked about as hungover as Lando felt, but there was a wry tilt to his mouth.

    “Well,” he said flatly. “At least you were committed.”

     

    Alternatively:
    Lando Norris went to Vegas to celebrate taking the lead in the WDC. He left with a hangover, a husband, and a skirt.
    It's not a PR nightmare if you never sober up.

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    07 Apr 2026