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Fatherhood wasn’t on Oscar’s calendar this season. Neither was falling in love with his teammate. Yet here we are.
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10 Oct 2025
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Up until Oscar Jack Piastri was eight years old, his skin was unmarked, and he wondered if maybe he didn’t have a soulmate.
Or: A Soulmark AU where the scars of your soulmate appear on your own skin. Featuring heavy landoscar angst and Mark Webber's questionable moral reasoning.
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I swear to GOD if Twitter takes this out of context I’ll kill Elon Musk. by miDolle
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
14 Jun 2025
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Lando can’t seem to keep his mouth shut.
He may or may not have cancelled Oscar on Twitter. Or X. Whatever the fuck it’s called.
Oops?
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20 Jun 2025
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Break your heart and put it back together
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“Am I really that boring?” The question floats in the air. A mixture of genuine concern and cheekiness.
Lando wants to tell Oscar he’s never boring. He wants to say he’s one of the most interesting and intriguing people he has ever met. He wants to hear all of Oscar’s stories and thoughts. Instead he settles with a coward: “That's what makes you special.” Because teasing and joking are his coping mechanisms when his feelings get in the way. Something about trying to not be too vulnerable in front of people.
Or the one in which Lando can't sleep at night and finds Oscar has the key to solve his problem.
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14 Oct 2024
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There’s a beat of silence, and Lando just has to know, he needs to know, so he asks: “Do you remember anything?”
Oscar shakes his head slowly. He lifts a hand, then starts enumerating: “I remember the podium, debrief, hotel, taxi, club, Max, some horrible dancing, tequila –”
“That’s what I—,” Lando starts to say, relieved and disappointed at the same time, and then there’s a glint of something on Oscar’s hand, and instead he says, “fucking hell, what the fuck.”
Oscar splutters, his eyes darting around the room and across Lando’s body quickly in search of damage. “Wha—?”
“We’re both wearing rings,” and Lando’s head is spinning, but something tells him he’s right. “We’re in Vegas. We’re both wearing rings in Vegas, Oscar.”
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28 Sep 2024