#when this was always how it was going to be if lando didn’t bottle pole

[heavenorsilverstone]

carlos slander is dumb af always but esp today like. what did you want him to do. when was he ever not 2+ seconds off lando in inferior machinery. ferrari weren’t in wcc contention without a mistake from lando or mclaren and they drove perfectly. and comparing his performance to charles’s is also stupid like oh charles gained sixteen places bc he qualied P19 with penalties. yes and carlos only gained one bc he qualied P3 lol you dolts

[heyits481]

I haven’t been on tumblr in yeaaars, but here’s my landoscar rpf masterlist :)

Also, my thoughts about rpf are this- it’s fun to write/read and a great opportunity to be creative and imaginative, but also in no way do I think Lando and Oscar are really together/any sexuality other than what they’ve explicitly shared with us!

So as always don’t share these outside of these spaces and remember that these are real people in the real world, the stories are just for fun!!

Works and descriptions below the cut! Happy reading :)

You Were the Best, You Were the Worst

Three part series featuring Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris/Max Verstappen, navigates Lando working through his, what could be described as toxic, relationship with Max and developing relationship with Oscar.

Plane Conversations

Ongoing Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri series that I add to when needing to process a particularly traumatic race weekend lol

Individual Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri works

when we all fall asleep, where do we go?

“I feel like you’ve told me that you don’t dream.” Lando lets out a watery laugh. “I don’t, I mean, I didn’t. They started happening recently.” He feels Oscar’s fingers freeze against his head and Lando’s stomach drops- panicky at the thought he’s said something wrong.

“They?” Oscar’s voice is cautious. “Does this happen a lot?” Lando pauses before responding, tries to think of how to save this before Oscar starts to see him as even more of a freak than he probably already does

Make it Obvious

His silence prompts Lando to lick his lips nervously, to speak and fill up the empty air. “I guess I’ve just noticed you’ve been more confident with filming and stuff this year, haven’t needed me as much during media.” He adds a light punch to Oscar’s shoulder and it’s like the contact jostles his brain back into working order.

It clicks. Lando is disappointed Oscar hasn’t needed him, craves Oscar’s reliance on him. Oscar never thought about his growth in confidence impacting Lando, if anything he thought Lando would prefer it this way. Oscar being less of a bother, more self sufficient, more like Lando’s previous teammates.

Good Enough

Not that they need to say it- his own head is worse than any of the critics online, his thoughts only becoming harsher after getting his first win. Now that he knows what’s possible to achieve at each race. What he’s missed out on.

Shoulda, coulda, woulda.

Another win bottled.

Close but not quite good enough.

Not quite good enough, not quite good enough, not quite-

It's Freaky Friday. Then Saturday, Sunday, what?

“Well then Lando, what would you do? How would you get him back?” Lando pulls a face and pretends to think it over, notes the way the crowd quiets down as they wait for his response.

“Oh that’s easy.” He says smirking softly. “We’re assuming this is taking place on a Sunday right? I’ll have obviously qualified on pole the day before-“ he’s interrupted by a cheer from the crowd and a laugh from Oscar next to him. “-I’ll have qualified on pole as myself, so when I wake up Sunday as Oscar I’ll just get in front of the rest of the cars and back them up. Maybe run into Max if I’m feeling generous. Easy victory for myself there!”

[sweetmusingss]

Oscar continued to sip his wine as he heard what you said, trying hard to not just focus on the image of you naked in the shower. “Mm-hm,” he said, not knowing how to respond to that normally so he just decided to keep quiet for the most part. He swallowed thickly when you took a sip of his wine. He smiled at you when you walked away, quickly downing the glass of wine and trying to ignore that your lips were just right there. He noticed your door wasn’t fully closed and he could watch you if he wanted to. He really wanted to but he also prided himself on being a gentleman and not a creep so he trained his eyes forward even though he had caught a glimpse and now his whole body felt hot.

I emerge once I was dressed, wearing just a big t-shirt that was probably Lando’s and some shorts, sitting on the couch next to Oscar before grabbing my wine glass off the table. “Wow, you’ve already downed half the bottle... proud of you, Osc.” I smile up at him, turning on the couch so I was facing him rather than the tv. “Really though, thank you for letting me in. I did not want to sit in the hallway for the next couple of hours until someone came home.” I stretch out my legs, laying them over Oscar’s lap. These were the moments I lived for - spending time with Oscar alone. Lando and Pierre were so loud and always spoke over Oscar who was far more soft spoken. I loved having him all to myself without any interruptions. I noticed that it was quite domestic, sitting with someone after a long day and sharing a bottle of wine while relaxing... this is something I should be doing with Charles but he was back to ghosting me for the past 12 hours so... that was that. “How was your day, babe?” 

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“Yeah, I gotta support my friend over there or otherwise they might just kick me out of their house,” I smile softly, staying with Renee and Charles for the weekend. “I guess I will have to come to the next race then in something Red Bull related. That’s a lot of pressure though but I will feel really good about myself if you win,” I tease you, my gaze traveling up and down your body. It was only for a brief second but it was there. I hadn’t felt attracted to anyone in a very long time but right now, I practically felt weak in the knees.

Charles watched the two of you flirt with an amused expression on his face. He was always telling you that you needed a girlfriend and he had known Katie for a few years now. She had dated her fair share of losers and he found it amusing that he was seeing her flirting with his friend right now. He met Renee’s eyes, smirking slightly. “Max, would you like to join the three of us for dinner? We were just going to celebrate my pole but if you want to go home and mope, I would understand,” he teased you.

“Oh, they can kick you out... I live here too, you know. I’ve got plenty of space for you.” Max laughed as he spoke, there being a flirty tone to his voice as he kept intense eye contact with you. “Consider this your formal invite from RedBull... I can put your name on the list for the next race if you want.” He smirked, loving that you were giving back to him what he was giving you. Usually he didn’t bother flirting with girls, assuming they were all there for his money, but you were friends with Renee and that meant something to him. He trusted Renee, knowing that she was not around for Charles’ money. He also couldn't help but think to himself that you looked so familiar, trying to place where he’s seen you before. His gaze slides over to Charles, laughing at his friend’s teasing. “Yeah, sure, I’d love to go. Let me just go get changed.”