Formula One-Shots
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Formula 1 One-shot fanfiction (DriverxDriver)
Landoscar, Lestappen, Galex, Yukierre, Bearnelli, and many more...
by : smooth_opewation55
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tell me, you felt it. | landoscar
Oscar Piastri was never supposed to matter. Quiet. Precise. Sharp. He moved through the world like a straight line-disciplined, steady, predictable. He didn't chase anyone. He didn't flirt. He didn't smile unless necessary. And yet, he kept finding Lando. A chocolate bar left on a desk. A sticky note in looping handwriting. A soft voice beside Lando's ear. "This is for you. Eat, please." Lando hated it. Hated the way Oscar seemed to anticipate his next move. Hated the hand that appeared just to shield him from bumping into corners. Hated the look in Oscar's eyes-slow, deliberate, almost gentle. One afternoon, under a sunlit tree, Oscar said, "Your star hairclip suits you. You look cute today." No one had ever watched Lando that closely. No one had seen past the showmanship, past the bravado. He pulled away. Snapped. Ran. Heart pounding, throat tight. And Oscar? He stayed. Patient. Quiet. Collecting the pieces of Lando's chaos like it was natural. The strangest thing, when others got too close to Oscar, Lando stiffened. His tone sharpened. "Why him? He doesn't even look at you properly." Oscar's voice was soft, patient. "Lando, why do you care?" "I... I don't. Just forget it," Lando muttered, looking away. He didn't care. But Oscar kept choosing him. In small ways, unnoticed ways, the kind that made Lando's chest tighten. If Oscar was pretending, Lando's heart might not survive. But if he wasn't, then maybe Lando was already falling. Hard. And he wasn't sure he wanted to stop.Complete
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stay, idiot. | landoscar
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Part Time Lovers
Because somewhere between the jokes and the late-night whispers, he'd started to fall. Hard. For the laugh that cracked through the static. For the soft way Oscar said his name. For all of it. He was absolutely, royally screwed. And it certainly didn't help that Oscar kept calling him sweetheart like it was a perfectly normal thing to do. Like it didn't set his chest on fire every single time. ------------ Alternatively: wrong number ficComplete
McLaren's Australian driver, πππππ πππππππ, is struggling with the fact that he is a number 2 driver, and when Christian Horner takes advantage of Oscar's anger, he manipulates him into driving for Redbull where Max Verstappen is presumably retiring. He never tells his teammate and best friend that he's leaving, and when Lando finds out, the cracks in their relationship begin to form. And πππππ ππππππ, McLaren's golden boy, is struggling even more. He thinks that pushing his emotions down will work out in the end; he's been doing it since he was ten, so why wouldn't it work now? What happens now is that he breaks down in panic in his driver's room while Oscar tries to help him. He only realizes he can't go on like that when he's stuck in a burning car, not wanting to get out, and realizes he needs to do something about his feelings, not just bottle them up as he has been for the past year. In πππ ππ ππππ, Lando and Oscar find a rivalry that's tied to Lando's mental health problems and Oscar's manipulation by Christian Horner, and how much they're in love with each other and don't even know it. As the season goes on and on, they drift farther and farther apart from friends, and closer and closer to what some would call enemies, through knowing each other so well that they know how to make it hurt.
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