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Oscar Piastri is very good at pretending that he’s fine but Lando Norris has never been very good at ignoring things that are not fine
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oscar keeps spiralling and lando refuses to let oscar go through his shit aloneBookmarked by Citronstrossel
29 May 2026
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“Our time’s up,” Yuki says, glancing at his watch. “Figure skating practice starts now.”
Max waves him off without taking his eyes off the ice.
“I think the figure skaters won’t mind if we run a little late.”
“Oh, we very much will,” a voice says behind him.
After an injury put an end to his career, Max returns to the academy he once called home – no longer as a player, but as the coach of a junior ice hockey team.
It took George years to stop thinking about how everything could have turned out differently. Until Max is standing on the other side of the rink again.
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Everyone knew Oscar Piastri had siblings.
No one ever met his twin.
Until the night McLaren celebrated a championship and Lando Norris met August.
Quiet. Observant. Impossible to ignore.
August doesn’t speak.
But somehow, Lando finds himself listening anyway.Series
- Part 1 of August
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Max really regretted not taking his lunch break earlier. Or sending Lando at twelve, so it would have been his turn now. Then he wouldn’t have had to deal with seeing his childhood rival again, whom he loathed and hated like the pest, but also found really pretty and funny back in the day, or with the emotions that set free in him.
Or with the fact that Charles didn’t even seem to know who he was anymore…
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21 Mar 2026
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Frickin amazin’ library shop - chapter 25
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Lando inwardly flinches at the dry, uninterested tone. “Oh, right..” He put his arms on his hips. What was he supposed to do in this type of situation? He’s talking to a goddamn statue! Lando awkwardly cleared his throat.
“Is there something you need?” Piastri’s face contorted into one of pure perplexity. He took a small step back, distancing himself away from Lando.
Noticing the gesture, Lando smiled at him. His fists tightened behind his back, knuckles turning a horrifying shade of white. “I wanted to welcome you to the team. Hopefully, we can work together when the time comes.”
“Thanks.” With that, Piastri moved past him, heading to the water’s edge.
What the fuck.
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Lando is a second year in College, and a member of the swim team. Most people loved him, however, that line was drawn when it came to Oscar Piastri; the new, dangerously talented freshman who met him with nothing but cold hostility.