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Oscar has always been good at noticing things, especially when they involve Lando. So when the new rookie starts shadowing Lando in the paddock, Oscar can’t help but feel that familiar twist of jealousy stirring in his chest. He remembers feeling and acting the same way once, but unlike Arvid, Oscar knows the truth. And that is that Lando is his, and he has already won.
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14 Jul 2026
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in need of more Arvid Lando interactions in focus please
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Oscar has spent four years orbiting Lando Norris until he finally decides to move on. That's when Lando realizes he is all too late.
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08 Jul 2026
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There was no shame in having loved Lando, the shame had come from accepting so little and calling it enough.
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The 2025 season has come to an end, and a new name has been carved into the trophy every driver spends their life chasing. As the outcome lingers over Oscar after a turbulent second half of the championship, Lando finds himself facing a different battle: keeping his nature under control might no longer be possible.
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07 Jul 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.”
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Lando Norris went to Vegas to celebrate taking the lead in the WDC. He left with a hangover, a husband, and a skirt.
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06 Jul 2026
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Jazz spilled into the kitchen like smoke. Something low and velvet-smooth, with a lazy trumpet and soft piano chords.
Lando shifted, trying to initiate movement, but Oscar was still fully draped on him, unmoving. Just this warm, sleepy wall of sleepy boy.
“You’re supposed to be dancing with me,” Lando said, wiggling slightly.
“I am dancing,” Oscar mumbled. “Inside.”
“You’re crushing me.”
“That’s because you're comfortable. I like you.”
“You don’t even remember marrying me.”
“Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do it again.”
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brother. this is unlike anything. it's written like an actual book. no rushing for sex, but still an underlying tension.
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Holy shit.
Oscar simply runs his tongue over his lips one last time - as though savouring whatever trace of Lando is still there - before turning and directing his attention toward the influencer.
"We can take it now, right?"
Christ, Lando had forgotten that the whole point of this was the bloody TV at their feet.
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01 Jul 2026