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In his defense, Charles is at a point where he genuinely doesn't know which clothes belong to him, and which belong to Carlos. So similar are they in both size and taste, that after a few months of hotel rooms shared in secret, he’s honestly lost track.
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5 times the drivers noticed charlos sharing clothes, and 1 time the world noticed.
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25 Jun 2026
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It has to be Love.
He's in Love with Lando Norris.
Which can only me that he, Mundane Oscar Piastri, debuted as a Love Witch a decade after it was meant to happen.
Christ, he's going to be fucking sick.
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25 Jun 2026
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Their faces are separated by a few centimeters when they come to a halt. A glance to his left tells George that the door is not entirely closed. Someone could walk in on them. Unlikely, though not impossible if someone of the mechanics, or worse the demon on Max's shoulder, were to notice their golden boy's absence.
“Come now,” George probes further. “Tell me, what do you want? I promise, you'll get it just this once. Your championship reward.”
or: Max wins his fifth title. George is mostly nice about it.
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24 Jun 2026
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Oscar should have known better.
Fourth year as teammates. Two years into dating Lando. Hell, he definitely should have known better than to bait him.
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Or, Oscar claims he's not jealous. Lando decides to prove him wrong.
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24 Jun 2026
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"Lando?" He asks, shocked, because standing in the doorway is technically Lando, but not his Lando. This one is much younger, plucked straight from his rookie year or somewhere thereabouts, almost like someone had taken a look through Oscar's old social media footprint and plucked out the very version of Lando that Oscar had obsessed over, hidden under the guise of looking up to his racecraft.
Well, Oscar did admire his racing, but it wasn't exactly Lando's car that had him jerking off under the covers in shitty hotels between F2 races, fist almost stuffed into his own mouth to evade the scrutiny that came with the paper thin walls.
...mostly
This Lando is also shirtless, waistband of his pants twisted slightly as if he'd pulled them on in a hurry, tripping over himself as he hurried to the main room. Clearly Oscar had interrupted something.
"Who are you?"
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22 Jun 2026