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Unlike most drivers who had just won their first driver’s championship, Oscar didn’t really celebrate. He went home, enjoyed being surrounded by his family, and then went back to the UK. Max- Fewtrell, that is- had invited him to Brighton for a few days of filming. 

Max Fewtrell was a former McLaren driver, the one Oscar had replaced in 2023. They were friends, though. And while Oscar wasn’t exactly a media personality, he did say yes to appearing in one of Max’s YouTube videos. 

Today, however, he was on a jog across the South Downs. It was mid-morning on a Tuesday in early January, so he was pretty much on his own. 

And then he heard loud shrieking. 

This would be the first introduction he’d have with Lando Norris, the omega who would end up being his husband a few years later. 

Now, though, he was just a screechy boy whose cat had run up a tree. 

“BRUCE GET DOWN!” 

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His cat- his child, rather- had a habit of being… well… like him. Slightly chaotic and doing whatever he wanted to do in that moment. 

That’s how they got here. Lando wanted to go on a walk, take some nice photos for his Instagram, then go back to bed and eat discounted New Year's chocolate (like any sane person in January). Naturally, Bruce came with him. Bruce, being his emotional support feline, whom he took everywhere, be that to the local corner shop, or to South America. 

His mum had got him for him when he was seventeen, when he had his first properly bad panic attack. He’d had them for years before hand, but that was the one that immobilised him for a month. Bruce helped him immensely- be that demanding cuddles, or making him take him outside for fresh air. When Lando had gone to university two years later, Bruce had come with him. And last year, when he had a gap between his second and third years, Bruce came with him on the road. He was very well behaved and a perfect little heat pad for when his heat caused debilitating cramps. 

Bruce was still his child, though. That meant a love for the spontaneity. He knew when to do it and usually did it only when he knew Lando was in a somewhat relaxed environment. 

Again, this is what found the orange cat up a tree as his owner shrieked up at him. It was very easy to tug his lead out of Lando’s hand. The omega was not the most observant of people when he was focused on photography. 

“BRUCE GET DOWN!” He yelled. “PLEASE,” 

The cat only stared down at him and blinked once. Lando wanted to cry. 

“I will climb the tree,” He threatened, voice wobbly. He probably shouldn’t climb the tree, because there was a 90% chance he would fall out of it. 

“Hello?” 

The new voice made him jump. He whirled around, eyes wide as he brandished his phone like a weapon. It was the most beautiful alpha he had ever seen. He dropped the phone. 

“Oscar Piastri?” He spluttered. 

The alpha blinked. “That’s me,” 

“Wh- why are you in Brighton?” 

“It’s the winter break,” he replied with a shrug. “Max invited me over for a couple of days.”

Lando nodded slowly. “Max probably said something, but I forgot,” 

“You know him?” Oscar asked, tilting his head. “I would have remembered if he’d said something about you,”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Oscar offered an easy smile. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,”

In response, Lando hid his face in his hands. Oscar let out a soft laugh. Lando peeked at him through his fingers. He was very handsome when he smiled. Dangerously so. 

“I’m Lando Norris,” Lando eventually said. “Sorry, my cat decided to climb a tree.” 

Oscar looked up. “So he has,” He said. “Need help?” 

“I- yes, please,” 

The alpha pocketed his earphones and walked straight past him. Lando eyed his shoulders as he touched the tree and looked up. 

“Seems relatively easy to climb up,” he said. “Do you want to? I can give you a boost.” 

“What if I fall?” Lando worried his lip between his teeth. 

Oscar shrugged. “I can catch you,”

Lando was definitely going to climb up this tree, not just for Bruce, but also for his own well-being. 

“Come on,” Oscar said. “Can I lift you?” 

“Definitely,” Lando said, voice almost breathy. Oscar grinned and closed his hands around his waist. Lando wanted to only live like this forever. He was thinking dirty and wholesome things. How Oscar would hold him if they danced, how Oscar would hold him as he fucked him- normal people things, really. He was probably very lucky for his scent blockers, because otherwise he’d be scared of making the alpha in front of him uncomfortable. 

In one movement, he was hoisted into the air. Flailing limbs, he managed to latch onto the branch Bruce was perched on. 

“You steady?” Oscar called. 

“Yes!” Lando replied, voice slightly muffled. 

Oscar let go of his waist and moved his hands to his legs. 

With the added help of Oscar, Lando managed to get himself straddling the branch. 

“Brucey, baby,” He cooed. Bruce meowed. “I know, trees are fun, but it’s time to come down now, dear.” 

“If you slowly lower him to me, I can take him,” Oscar offered. 

“Can’t you help me down, too?” Lando blurted. 

Oscar grinned. “Of course, Lando. I’ll wrap Bruce’s lead around the tree so he can’t climb up any more,”

Lando nodded slowly. “Okay. That’s a good idea. Thank you. Honestly, I don’t know how I’m going to repay you for this.” 

“I have an idea,” Oscar murmured. “Hand me the cat first, though,” 

In one swift movement, Lando grabbed Bruce around the middle. He meowed loudly in complaint, but made no move to escape. He then slowly lowered his arms, Bruce wriggling in mid-air. Oscar grabbed him halfway, hands wrapping round Lando’s. Lando went red and released the cat immediately. The alpha snorted and tucked Bruce to his chest. 

“He’s okay, Lando,” he assured. “I’ll just tie him round a branch, then I can help you down, yeah?” 

Lando nodded slowly, cheeks pink. 

The Aussie smiled up at him again before crouching down and looping the bright green lead around the base of the tree. Once he was confident that Bruce wouldn’t run away and go up another tree, he stood up again and went back under where Lando was perched. 

“Fall,” he said. 

“Are you insane?” Lando hissed. “I will die!”

Oscar rolled his eyes, amused. “I’ll catch you,” 

“Will you really?” Lando narrowed his eyes. 

“Yes,” Oscar said simply. “Trust me,” 

The omega squinted down at him for a few minutes more before sighing. “Fine,” he tugged one leg over the branch until he was sitting sideways. Oscar stared up at him, patient and ready. 

“If you do not catch me, I will sue you,” Lando informed, before jumping. 

Oscar caught him by the waist easily, holding him up by his thighs. Lando’s hands slammed down on the taller man’s shoulders, and he stared down at him with wide eyes. 

“Did I not say I’d catch you?” Oscar readjusted his grip. “You’re very light. Do you eat enough?” 

Lando swatted him over the head. “I eat enough,” he complained, voice slightly breathless. 

Oscar only grinned before slowly placing the Brit on solid ground. Lando stumbled immediately, latching onto one of the alpha’s arms. Oscar stood still, ready to catch in case the omega’s legs decided to buckle. 

Bruce broke the moment, meowing loudly. Lando glared at him. “This is your fault, mister!” he complained loudly, still not letting go of Oscar. “I just wanted a nice walk, maybe some cute pictures, but nooo!” 

The fluffy moggy meowed, eyes wide and pitiful. Lando immediately relented, letting go of Oscar and moving to release the cat from his ‘prison’. 

“Thank you, Oscar,” Lando said once Bruce was in his arms, head tucked under the omega’s chin. “How can we repay you?” 

Oscar leaned over to scratch Bruce between the ears. He purred. “Can I take you out for dinner?” 

“Me?” Lando repeated stupidly. 

“Yes,” Oscar said calmly. “You are very pretty, and I would like to get to know you better, if that’s okay. I’d like it to be a date, but no pressure if you don’t.”

“I- I’d love that,” Lando blurted. “Go on a date with you, I mean,” 

Oscar grinned. “Great. Can I get your number?” 

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A day after their spontaneous meeting, they met again on set. Max Fewtrell and Will Lenney were there, too. Two drivers and two non-drivers in a driving challenge- the drivers (Max and Oscar) would help a blindfolded non-driver (Will and Lando) through a track on the latest F1 game. 

“Who wants to go with whom?” Max clapped his hands together. “I know Will has a little experience-,”

“I’ll go with Osc,” Lando blurted. Oscar smiled over at him, eyes soft. 

Max and Will exchanged ‘what the fuck’ looks. 

“Do you two know each other?” Will asked. 

“Met yesterday,” Oscar said smoothly. “I had to help him and his cat out of a tree.” 

Max snorted. “How’d you manage that, mate?”

“Bruce went up first!” Lando argued. “And Osc put me in the tree!”

Will raised his eyebrows. “Bet you enjoyed that,” 

“I don’t need to answer that,” Lando said immediately, cheeks pink. Oscar only grinned wider. 

“Is this a thing?” Max gestured. “If so, are you sure you want it to be broadcast to the public?” 

Lando and Oscar looked at each other. 

“I haven’t taken you on a date yet,” Oscar said carefully. “And I still very much want to,”

“You’re just worried about the media, right?” Lando said gently. 

Oscar inclined his head. “I don’t want them stressing you out,” he said honestly. “And I can’t act as if you’re not absolutely endearing,” 

Lando preened at that, making Will faux-gag beside him. “I don’t mind,” he grabbed hold of Oscar’s shirt. “What we have is between us. And I really want to go on a date with you,” 

“Okay. If anyone bothers you or says something horrible, I will find a way to destroy them,” Oscar promised. 

“I cannot fucking wait to go on that date,” Lando grinned. Oscar tilted his head and smiled down at him. 

“Are Jim and I ever this bad?” Will murmured to Max. 

The beta scrunched up his nose. “Seeing as you guys are mated, you’re worse. Trust me,” 

“It’s not my fault he’s so affectionate,” Will complained with absolutely no heat. It was public knowledge that he delighted in the attention he got from his alpha, even if he’d made his career out of pushing him away (James had always found it endearing, so lucky them). 

“Do you want to start the video now?” the cameraman called. 

The four men froze and grinned sheepishly. 

“On it!” Max saluted. “Okay, ready to have your interactions overanalysed by fangirls on Twitter?” he looked over at Lando and Oscar. 

“Welcome to my life,” the alpha said dryly, as Lando nodded. 

“Right. Let’s go,” Will clapped his hands together. “I have a date tonight,” 

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DRIVERS & CONTENT CREATORS TRY THE F125 GAME (ft. Oscar Piastri!!)

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[video starts with a small montage of what’s to come: Lando and Will sat down in front of computers, blindfolds on, with Oscar and Max respectively behind them. The Quadrant intro plays, and the video then cuts to the four standing in front of two gaming setups]

WILL: Hello, lads! Welcome to today’s video. 

MAX: I’m Max, he’s Will, there’s Lando. We have a new guest today, though! Welcome, my replacement and current World Champ, Oscar Piastri!

OSCAR: Thanks for having me. 

LANDO: Long time no see, guys! I’ve been out and about with Bruce- if you wanna see what we were up to, you gotta subscribe to my channel, and follow me on Insta! Sorry for the early plug, everyone. 

MAX: No worries, mate, you just got me ten quid from Will. 

WILL: I should never have faith in you, Lando. 

LANDO: I hate you both [is smiling widely]

OSCAR: Ah, so he plugs himself a lot, eh? 

LANDO: Hey, not all of us are famous racecar drivers who can use their name to get by! 

OSCAR: You say it as if I enjoy it. Just a job, Lan. 

[Lando visibly brightens at the use of the nickname. He and Oscar stare affectionately at each other for a few moments, as Max and Will explain the video]

WILL: So, I’m with Max, and Lando has Oscar. 

LANDO: We’ll definitely win! 

OSCAR: We will do our best. 

MAX: Alright, let’s get ready. 

[The screen changes to the two omegas sitting in front of computers, Max and Oscar stood beside them]

MAX: We're all good for blindfolds now, boys?

WILL: Yep.

LANDO: Yes! 

[Oscar moves to gently tie the mask around Lando’s eyes. The camera catches Lando’s breath hitching, and the gentle caress of his cheeks by Oscar’s hands. Meanwhile, Max hands Will his blindfold, and he ties it on himself]

OSCAR: Definitely can’t see, can you? 

LANDO: Absolutely nothing. Putting my trust in you here, Osc. 

WILL: Can’t see shit, mate. 

MAX: Perfect! 

[They go into the video. Oscar and Lando lose the first race, as Lando is being jumpy while Oscar gently tells him what to do. They get into their groove by the second race, and win the next two, resulting in their overall win for the video]

MAX: Moral of the story. Don’t go against a world champ in a race.

[Will snorts at that, but doesn’t say anything]

LANDO: I said we would win! Thanks, Osc!

OSCAR: You did very well, Lan. 

[Lando beams up at him. Max and Will exchange looks before turning back to the camera]

MAX: As always, we hope you enjoyed the video. Lando’s already plugged his channel, but we’ll pop it up on the screen alongside Will’s, then all four of our Instagrams. 

[said text appears on screen, accompanied by their respective profile images]

WILL: Thanks to Oscar for joining us, and welcome back to Lando! 

LANDO: A great video back! Osc will have to come join us again.

OSCAR: It would be my pleasure. 

MAX: We’ll hold you to that, mate. 

WILL: Alright, let’s be off.

[video ends]

TOP COMMENTS ⬇️

@op81isno1 IM SORRY osc is looking at this omega like he’s the love of his life??? Have they ever met before???

@lnandbruceeee wdym my goat is in love with the f1 champion?? What chapter did we miss??

@willnjim01 max and will going thru it lmfao 

@p1astriiii heart eyes on form today i love it who is this omega??? 

>  @lnfan4eva lando norris! He’s a photographer and vlogger! U have to check him out

     > @p1astriii babe imma have to he’s so cute 

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January 12th, 11:03am 

Osc: So, not scared off from going on that date yet? 

Lando: osc it wll take much more 2 make me scared 

Osc: that’s what I like to hear 🙂

Osc: Okay if I pick you up and we can go for dinner?

Lando: yes wine and dine me pls 

Lando: whats the dress code??? 

Osc: Smart casual? It’s not a posh place. Thought that’d be too much for a first date

Lando: prfect!! 

Lando: wht time??

Osc: 7pm tonight ok with you?

Lando: yiss

Lando: here is my flat: 📍location

Osc: see you then, darling

Lando: cnt wait!!! 

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“Then he called me darling, Will! I am going to cry,” 

“I am going to bash your head in,” Will muttered. “Why didn’t you call Max?” 

Lando pouted. “He’s not an omega. He doesn’t understand. I thought you would.” 

“Maybe I do,” Will conceded. “Alright, while I have ya, I need help,”

“You do?” Lando sat up immediately, hand stopping over Bruce’s fur. 

Will let out a sharp breath. “Jim’s going on tour again next month,”

“I know, he’s doing amazing,” Lando said brightly. 

“I think I’m pregnant,” Will blurted. 

Lando let out a screech. “What?” 

“I know- I haven’t had a test yet. Putting it off, really. Feels young to have a kid, innit? I’m twenty-six, and so’s Jim.” 

“Hey, that’s old to me,” Lando chirped. 

“Oh fuck off, that’s four years. Only a year older than your precious driver,” 

“Whatever,” Lando dismissed. “Do you want me to come round tomorrow and be there while you take a test?” 

“Would ya?” Will said, voice quiet. 

“Course, mate,” Lando said. “I’ll bring Bruce for comfort. I’m sure Otto has missed him,”

They both laughed at that. 

“Aight, thanks, mate. Jim’s going out for rehearsals after lunch, so I’ll text you then.” 

“Roger that,” the younger omega said cheerfully. “Don’t think about it too hard till then, yeah? You know, James can smell you from a mile off if you’re not well.” 

“I know. Sorry for springing this on you, mate. I know yer excited for your date,” 

“I’m your friend, Will. If you want to talk, I’m always here, even if I am going on a date.” 

Will sniffled slightly. “Thanks, man. So, what were you saying?”

“He called me darling, and now I’m scared what my face might do if he calls me that in public. I’ve already put my strongest scent blockers on.” 

Will snickered. “My first date with Jim was a bit different to yous, admittedly. Happened two years ago, and he was so awkward. Spilled coffee all over himself. I found it endearing, though I have mocked him for it almost every day since. It’ll be awkward at first, but you just gotta power through it. Whaddya want to know about him? Do you see your dynamic having a future? But also don’t pressure yerself into anything, yeah? This is about what you want.” 

“That was really helpful, and surprisingly philosophical. Thanks, mate. I should go. I will be round tomorrow, I promise!” 

“Thanks, Lando,” 

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“You look lovely,” Oscar said softly, holding out a bouquet of orange flowers. 

Lando beamed, taking them. As promised, Oscar had rung the bell at exactly 7 pm. 

“You look good too,” he said. “Can you wait here while I find somewhere to put these? They’re beautiful, by the way. Thank you,” 

Oscar nodded, watching the younger boy as he pattered back into his flat, fighting a furious blush. An indignant noise from below made the Aussie look down. Bruce was there, head tilted. 

“Hey, little man,” he crouched, scratching the orange cat behind the ears. Bruce purred, nuzzling into his hand. “No more tree escapades, eh?” 

Bruce only purred louder, pushing his head against Oscar’s hand. 

“Is he your favourite, or am I?” Lando complained once he returned five minutes later, finding his date crossed-legged on the floor, his cat curled up on his lap, basking in the attention Oscar was showering him with. 

“I wouldn’t have met you if it weren’t for him,” Oscar said serenely. “We all ready to go?” he looked up. 

“Yep!” Lando chirped, picking up his shoulder bag. “After you, handsome,” 

Oscar cracked a grin, gently removing Bruce from his lap with a gentle pat before getting to his feet. “Let’s go out for dinner then, darling,” He offered his hand. Lando took it immediately, lacing their hands together. They beamed at each other. 

Bruce meowed, but after he only got a head pat as a goodbye, he slunk back into the flat in search of his food bowl. 

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“So, what is it exactly that you do?” Oscar asked once they’d sat down and ordered drinks. 

“Well, technically, I’m a student,” Lando said honestly. “I go back next September, though.” 

Oscar nodded slowly. “So, a gap year?” 

“It’s my second,” Lando said. “I went to uni in 2023, did my first two years before I started to get restless, so last July I decided to go on a gap year and do my third year this September.” 

“I’m in awe of anyone who can do university,” Oscar said honestly. “Maybe when I’m done with driving, I’ll get a degree of my own,” 

“You’ll have more than enough money,” Lando’s eyes sparkled. 

Oscar snorted. “What do you study, anyway?” 

“Photography,” the Brit said cheerfully. “I met Max in my first year- he had just started a media degree. Then, we founded Quadrant together. I took a bit of a back on it, though, only really helped with admin and stuff. Will’s really good for it, honestly. We needed someone with years in the YouTube game.” 

“Makes sense,” Oscar said. “It’s really impressive that you guys founded it while in uni, though. It’s a pretty recognisable brand nowadays.” 

“Helps with Max’s F1 connections,” Lando grinned. “And people seem to enjoy my photography and designs. Having a cat always helps, too.” 

“Your cat who goes on walks with you,” 

“He’s for emotional support,” Lando said, fiddling with his napkin. “My mum got him for me five years ago to help with my anxiety. He’s really helpful in noticing when I’m overwhelmed n shit, you know? My demanding, fluffy roommate. With him, I don’t forget to look after myself, because I have to look after him too,” 

Oscar’s gaze softened, and he leaned over to place a hand over Lando’s. “You’re doing great,” he said softly. “And I will forever thank that cat for helping me ask you out,” 

Lando grinned. “Well, rich F1 drivers have game. Helps that you’re hot, too.” 

They both laughed. 

“So, what did Max promise you for appearing in one of the videos?” Lando queried, fiddling with his straw. 

“He just asked, and I was free,” Oscar shrugged. “The championship last year took a lot out of me, so I’m just kind of chilling before preseason starts up again next month,”

“You’re gonna have to come back for more videos,” Lando said, grin mischievous. “You basically promised in the vid!”

Oscar rolled his eyes. “Yes, dear. Only if you’re there too,” 

“Give Twitter more of landoscar?” the omega said innocently. 

He was awarded with a confused look. Lando immediately took his phone out and tapped on Instagram, where most of his fyp were either edits of him and Oscar from Quadrant’s video, Oscar himself, and cats. Oscar looked hopelessly endeared when he looked back at the man himself. 

“Seeing as I’m hoping landoscar sticks through, I’m fine with it.” 

Lando beamed. 

“Just tell me if anyone starts being mean,” Oscar said, sobering slightly. “I don’t want you suffering at the hands of people who claim to care about me,”

“Of course, Osc,” Lando said softly. “Thank you for caring about that.” 

Oscar nodded stiffly. “I want you to be my boyfriend, I think, so of course I do,”

They grinned at each other over the appetisers. 

“Do you like travelling?” Lando queried, just after their mains arrived. 

Oscar shrugged. Lando raised an eyebrow. “You don’t?”

“It’s just part of the job, really,” the alpha said. “I don’t really see much of the countries, anyway. It’s mostly just the track and the fans,” 

“That makes sense,” Lando hummed. “Would you ever want to travel not for racing?” 

Oscar tilted his head. “Don’t know. I’m on a plane a lot, but also the idea of travelling for culture sounds great. Do you travel?”

“My YouTube channel is literally called Lando’s travel diaries,” Lando grinned. “I started travelling just after I finished my second year, last June,” 

“Ah,” Oscar nodded slowly. “Sorry, I didn’t want to look you up. Wanted to hear about you from you,” 

Was it weird that that made Lando’s heart flutter? Hopefully not. 

“You’re so cute,” Lando cooed. “Anyway, yeah. I vlog my travels. I was in South America, but I have a trip planned for Thailand soon.” 

“When are you going?” Oscar asked. “If you were nearby one of the Asian races, you could come by. I’d sort the tickets out,” 

Lando’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Well, seeing as I think this date is going well, I would like to see you, even if I am at work,” Oscar said dryly. 

“I’d love that,” the omega said honestly. “I’m going in March,” 

“Could stop by where you are on my way from Aus? We’re going to China afterwards, but a layover wherever you are is fine with me.”

Lando started vibrating, grin wide. “I’d love that so fucking much, Osc. I will make my plans work out. Oh my god, you’re already the best boyfriend ever, and you haven’t even asked me yet,” 

Oscar laughed. “First date is going great, then,” 

“Best one I’ve been on,” Lando winked. 

“Birthday is the thirteenth of November. 2003,” Lando said. “You’re 2001, right? I’m a Scorpio,”

“Astrology?” Oscar said, face blank. “I don’t know what I am. Sixth of April for me, though,”

Lando grinned. “I don’t really believe in it, not really. Sometimes look up my horoscope for fun, though. Then I get scared when it’s accurate,”

Oscar snorted. “Aren’t those things purposefully vague?” 

“Tomayto tomahto,” Lando dismissed. “What’s your favourite colour? Please do not say papaya,”

“It’s blue, actually,” Oscar said. “Navy,” 

Lando raised his eyebrows. “Well, that explains the quarter zip,” he said, looking down at Oscar’s navy quarter zip. It hugged his shoulders very nicely.

“Assuming yours is green?” Oscar queried, leaning his chin on his hands. 

“Bright green,” Lando said, mock serious. “Like, criminally bright,”  

Oscar nodded sagely. “Like Bruce’s lead,”

“Exactly!” the Brit snapped his fingers. 

“Do you want to continue travelling, being a vlogger and photographer?” 

Lando scrunched up his nose and speared a piece of cake on his fork. 

“I don’t know,” he said honestly, through said cake. “Um,” he swallowed, and looked off in the distance. Oscar waited patiently. “I mean, I enjoy it? I like sharing things with people. I love showing off my photography, you know? I don’t think it’s something I can do for the rest of my life, though.” 

Oscar hummed. “You could always apply for a photography position at F1. That’ll have travel included.” 

“This is true,” Lando leaned back in his chair. “But I want to explore, you know? As much as I love cars, I like taking pictures of everything,” 

“Well, you’ll only be working for, what, four days of the week? You have three other days to do whatever you want,” Oscar pointed out. “That said, I know how much work it is. Even if all I do is drive. Selfishly, I kind of want you close at all times. I am honestly trying to help you figure out what you want, though. Just showing that it’s an option,”

“Thanks, Osc,” Lando smiled. “Maybe I could do it part-time? I love racing. Just don’t want my whole life to be it, you know?”

“Fair enough,” Oscar said. “We’re talking a lot about the future for a first date,” 

Lando shrugged. “I quite like it. You’re being honest about what you want and how your schedule is. I appreciate it.”

“I’m going away in early February, and I’ll be going back to Monaco in a few days,” Oscar informed. “What do you want to do?” 

Lando tilted his head to the side. “I want to continue this.” 

“Want to come to Monaco with me?” 

That awarded him a shocked look. “What?” 

“Well, I’m going to be there for a couple of weeks for training. If you want to come with, it’ll be like a free holiday? I can take you and Bruce to some nice places for photos,” 

“What about when you’re busy?” Lando leaned forward. 

“Well, you can use my cars if you want to go out anywhere,” Oscar said. “Well, actually, I don’t know how good a driver you are.” 

“I am terrible at parking,” Lando said seriously. 

Oscar snorted. “Okay, you can borrow my undercover car.” 

“Undercover?” Lando repeated incredulously. 

The alpha shrugged. “I’m a famous driver, Lando. It’s just a slightly old Audi. If I want to go somewhere and not want people looking for me, that’s what I take,” 

“Fair,” The Brit conceded. “Okay. Just um. My heat is due? In like two weeks?” 

Oscar’s eyes immediately darkened, and he straightened. “Ah,” He inhaled. “Right. Okay,” 

“I’ve never spent my heat with anyone,” Lando blurted. 

Oscar stared at him. 

“Well, it might be way too early for us to like, actually share it, but maybe if we get used to each other? Like, don’t touch me, but also help me?” Lando babbled. 

“I can do that,” Oscar said hoarsely. “Wow, I was not expecting this conversation today.”

Lando snickered into his napkin. 

“I had a great time,” Oscar said honestly as they walked towards Lando’s flat door. Lando grinned, nudging him with his shoulder. 

“It was wonderful,” he agreed. “Have to do it again sometime,”

Oscar cracked a grin. “It would be my pleasure, darling.”

“Want to go on a walk or something the day after tomorrow?” Lando latched onto the zip of Oscar’s jumper. 

“I would enjoy that very much. Can do lunch?” Oscar placed a hand on the omega’s waist. 

“Come over, we can do sandwiches or something,” Lando suggested. 

Oscar nodded. “Text me if you want me to pick up anything on the way.”

“I will,” Lando promised. “Two days, then? Come over at half twelve?” 

“I’ll be there,” Oscar promised. He made no move to leave, only hesitated slightly. Lando tilted his head, waiting. 

Oscar pressed a kiss to his cheek. “See you then, dear,” he said against skin. 

“See you then, Osc,” Lando murmured, eyelashes fluttering. “You’ll have to give me more kisses,”

“That can be arranged.” 

They grinned at each other. 

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“Do you want to wait to take it, or what?” Lando asked, stroking Bruce’s head. He currently had two cats on his lap, all three of them watching Will pace in front of the sofa. A pregnancy test box was perched innocently on the coffee table. Unopened. 

“Shush,” Will said. “I’m in a crisis,” 

Lando stared at him. “Evidently,” 

The older omega shot him a dark look, but continued pacing the length of the living room. 

“My date last night went really well, by the way,” Lando said, attempting to break the ice. Will hadn’t talked to him in the ten minutes he’d been in the flat. He’d opened the door, then went to pacing. Lando had shut the door and moved to the sofa on his own, Bruce in his arms. Otto was now alongside the orange cat on his lap, both enjoying pets and watching Will’s crisis. 

“Great,” Will grunted. 

“When’s James coming back?” Lando asked sweetly. 

Will stopped pacing at that and let himself fall into an armchair. “He said he’ll be back for tea. Sevenish,” 

“Well, it’s two now,” Lando said diplomatically. “Why don’t you take the test, and then we can see what to do afterwards?” 

Will only let out a groan. His caramel and coffee scent was going haywire, and making Lando mildly nauseous (it was very strong, and very sour). 

“I can call Max to get you to do it,” Lando suggested. 

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” Will hissed. “Not even your F1 driver boyfriend, okay?” 

Lando only nodded, face purposefully innocent. “Go on, then. Take it,”

With one last glare, Will snatched the box from the table and stalked towards the bathroom. Otto immediately jumped off Lando’s lap to follow him down the corridor. 

Minutes later, the omega and his cat came back. Will had two tests in hand, both capped. 

“I’ll set a timer,” Lando said, already tapping into the clock app on his phone. 

Will ignored him, dropping the tests back on the coffee table and curling up into his armchair. 

“Do you want to nest?” Lando said softly. 

He was ignored, though Will did grab hold of Otto and wrap a blanket around them both. 

When Lando’s phone went off, Will was slowly integrating himself amongst the chair cushions.

“Can you look?” he muttered, face buried in Otto’s fur. 

 Lando stopped the alarm and leaned over. Two lines. He looked up to Will. 

“They’re both positive,” he said softly. “You’re having a baby, Will,” 

“Fuck,” He grunted. “Fuck!” he jumped to his feet, still cradling Otto to his chest. The cat meowed loudly, headbutting his human’s chin. 

“Can’t James feel that you’re upset?” Lando said helpfully. Will glared at him again. 

“I’m always upset about something; he’s used to it,” the older man grumbled. “This is fucking insane,” 

Lando gently put Bruce on the cushion beside him and got to his feet. “Do you want a hug?” he said gently. Will only nodded, letting Otto jump down and join Bruce on the sofa. Lando wrapped his arms around the taller’s shoulders, tugging him to cry into his shoulder. 

“It’s going to be ok,” he said, rubbing his friend’s back. “It’s going to be ok,” 

“What am I going to do with a bairn?” Will said helplessly. He’d been pregnant officially for thirty minutes, and this was the first time he’d talked. Lando had ushered him onto the sofa, given him both cats, then gone to make tea. 

“You’ll be a mother,” Lando said carefully. “Do you want that?” 

Will didn’t respond, only lifted his mug to his lips. 

“Will,” Lando said gently. “You have to think about what you want to do. You have to tell James,” 

The older omega only groaned. “Do I?” 

“Well, unless you don’t want to tell him why you’re getting bigger, before a baby appears,” Lando raised his eyebrows. 

Will grumbled into his tea. 

“Look,” Lando said gently. “You don’t need to tell him today. But you should tell him this week. This is his baby too, mate.”

“I know,” Will said miserably. “We’re filming tomorrow, and I fuckin’ woke up feeling sick today,”

“Oh, morning sickness,” Lando said brightly. “Is that the first time you’ve gotten it?” 

Will nodded, drinking more tea. “Lucky when I woke up, Jim was already gone,” he mumbled. 

“Want to book a doctor’s appointment?” Lando said gently. “It’s good to know how far along you are, right?” 

“I suppose,” he muttered. 

“Why did you think you were pregnant anyway, if you hadn’t had morning sickness yet?” Lando pondered. 

“My heat was due three weeks ago,” Will replied. “I gaslighted Jim into thinking it was next month. Last heat he wasn’t here, so it wasn’t that hard,” 

“Do you want a baby?” 

Will leaned against his chair. “I mean, in theory, yeah. Always wanted to be a ma, you know? But now it’s my reality, and with James on tour half the year now, with his career starting off… it feels like shit timing. I don’t want him to stop performing, but I know he would if he knew he was leaving me, a baby, and Otto on our own,” 

“You still need to tell him before he goes,” Lando said gently. “And for the record, I think you and Jim will be great parents,”

“Thanks, lad,”

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“I told him I wouldn’t tell you,”

Oscar raised his eyebrows. 

“My curiosity is piqued,” he deadpanned. “What’s up, babe?” 

Lando ushered him inside before closing the door. 

“I got you these, by the way,” Oscar said offhandedly, holding up a pack of Kinder chocolate. “Max texted me and said they were your favourite.”

Lando beamed. “They are! Thank you! My flowers are still alive, by the way. They’re in a jug on the kitchen counter.”

“I would’ve gotten you flowers, but I did think they’d still be alive,” Oscar said. “Alright, what is it that you said you wouldn’t tell me?” 

“Come and sit, then I’ll tell you. I need to tell someone, I’m almost bursting,”

“I was at Will’s yesterday,” Lando said dramatically, sitting at the kitchen counter as Oscar cut cheese for sandwiches. 

“Right,” Oscar said. 

Lando nodded sagely. “Anyway, I went over to be moral support for him so he could take a pregnancy test,” 

Oscar set down the knife. “That’s a big deal,”

“I know,” the omega said. “It was positive. He cried on my shoulder for twenty minutes, and then I made him tea,”

“What’s he going to do?” 

Lando shrugged. “I made him book a doctor’s appointment. I also said he should tell his mate this week, but fuck knows with Will. he gets in his head easily. I reckon James will notice, though. He’s pretty perceptive,”

“This is James Marriot, the musician?” Oscar said. 

“Yep,” Lando popped the p. “They’ve known each other for ages. James is catastrophically down bad, and Will pretends he isn’t. They’re quite sweet, but also very entertaining,”

“That’s nice,” the alpha mused. “So, what are you feeling about all of it?” 

Lando pursed his lips. “Is it selfish if I say I want him to keep it and be a mum? I want to babysit, and I think he and James will be great parents, even if they’re both busy.”

“Do you like kids, then?” Oscar asked. 

“Oh, yeah. I’ve always wanted to be a mum,” Lando smiled, soft and wistful. “Obviously, I’m still way too young for that. Gotta finish my degree first, but… yeah, one day. I love kids,”

“I like them too,” Oscar murmured. “One day,” 

They looked at each other, eyes gentle. A steady silence fell, one which wasn’t uncomfortable, but more of two people who knew what they wanted and knew the other wanted it too, so there was no need for conversation. Only affectionate glances. 

“These sandwiches are great!” Lando gasped. “I’m really going to need to lock you down, Osc. you’re like, the whole package,” 

“Really?” Oscar grinned. “That’s good. I have been hoping to impress you.”

Lando beamed, cheeks pink. “It’s very much working,” 

“So,” Oscar leaned forward. “Do you want to be my boyfriend? Officially? My MAP?” 

“MAP?” Lando repeated. 

“Mates and Partners,” Oscar explained. 

Lando brightened. “Oh! I’d love to,” 

“Great,” Oscar said. “Can I kiss you now?” 

“Duh, Osc,” 

The older man slid away from the counter and over to where Lando was perched on a stool. The omega spun around on his chair and raised his arms to go over Oscar’s shoulders. 

“You’re distractingly beautiful,” Oscar informed him. “And you’re my boyfriend now,” he said, putting his hands on the boy’s waist. Their scents both deepened, a deep, dark chocolate and sweet strawberries. 

“Kiss me then, Osc,” Lando teased. 

Oscar kissed him. 

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January 14th, 7:54pm 

Will: after much consideration

Will: i told Jim 

Lando: WAIT U DID???

Lando: im so proud

Lando: what did he say

Will: he said he’d come to the doctors w/ me

Will: also as expected he said he’d cancel his tour

Will: and i, as expected, told him to fuck off 

Lando: so are u gonna b parents???

Will: yes, lando. You can be excited now. I know you want to be

Lando: im so hpy 4 u guys!!! U wll do great!!! 

Lando: also sry i lied n told osc (ps hes my bf now)

Will: nice, lad. Rich, handsome, smart. Whole package

Lando: he can also make rlly good sandwiches 

Lando: b jealous 

Will: piastri aint my type mate

Will: i am deadass having my alpha’s baby rn

Lando: u areeee im so happy for you

Will: so you have said

Will: thanks for being there yesterday, mate

Will: James wants to thank you

Will: dunno for what

Will: n e way

Will: our newest map eh

Will: when u going public

Lando: hvnt had that convo yet

Lando: he is still here tho!! He’s beating me real bad at Mario kart :(

Will: lmfao you are famously shit at that game

Lando: oh fuck off 

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“Evil, evil boy!” Lando whined. “Bruce, get him.”

Bruce ignored him and continued licking his paw delicately. Oscar laughed, dropping the controller as he crossed the finish line first. 

“Sucks to suck,” he teased. 

“You are the absolute worst,” Lando sniffed petulantly, falling against the sofa cushions in a huff. 

“I am a professional racing driver, Lando. Why are you acting like you’re surprised that I’m good at this game?” Oscar poked his cheek.

Lando pouted. “I thought maybe you’d let me win,”

“You’d hate it if I did that,” Oscar pointed out. “I’m being fair, love,” 

The omega perked up at the new nickname. Oscar hid a snicker in his fist. 

“So easily pleased,” he teased. “My lovely little boy,”

“You are on thin ice, Piastri,” Lando threatened, fighting a smile. 

Oscar only grinned. 

“It’s getting late. I should head home,” Oscar sighed. 

Lando frowned and grabbed his wrist. 

“No,” he denied. 

“Lando, I have to be somewhere tomorrow,” Oscar said gently. 

He was awarded with another pout. “Where?” 

“Gym, for starters,” the alpha replied. “I started boxing last year when I was getting stressed, and found it quite fun,”

“You find punching fun?” Lando squinted. 

“Do you find trying to rescue cats from trees fun?” Oscar said innocently. 

Lando threw a pillow at his face. Oscar caught it with a laugh. 

“You can stay here,” Lando bargained. “Then go out in the morning,” 

“Okay,” Oscar agreed easily. “Do you have a spare toothbrush?” 

Lando shrugged. “Probably. My mum stocked the flat for me.” 

The Aussie raised his brows. “Your mum did?” 

“I was in Peru!” Lando argued.

Lando put his hands on his hips. Oscar looked over at him, toothbrush in his mouth. 

“I like sleeping on the left side,” Lando said. 

Oscar spat out the toothpaste and washed out his mouth. 

“I sleep on the right,” he said through a towel. Lando lit up. 

“We’re soulmates,” he decided. “Do you like cuddling?” 

The alpha shrugged. “When I have a bedmate, yeah?” 

“I will be your only bedmate for the foreseeable future,” Lando said strictly. 

Oscar gazed at him, a soft look in his eyes. “Sounds perfect,”

Somewhere in the flat, Bruce meowed. 

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When he woke up, it was very warm and smelled of dark chocolate. Lando wanted to wake up like that every day. 

“Stop wriggling,” Oscar grumbled in his ear. “M comfy,” 

Oh yes. Oscar was there. His new boyfriend. Lando grinned into his chest. 

“Can feel you smilin’,” the alpha grunted. “Sap,” 

“You’re warm and smell good,” Lando said unashamedly. “I want to wake up like this every day. I don’t care if we’re going too quickly,”

Oscar snorted. 

“Unless you’ll suddenly be okay following me around the world,” he muttered. 

“You’re ruining my dreams,” Lando complained without heat. 

Oscar stroked down his back in response. The omega narrowed his eyes. 

“You’re trying to pet me back to sleep,”

“Yes. It’s early,” 

Lando snorted. “I thought you had to go to the gym today.”

His boyfriend (boyfriend!!) let out an undignified groan and lifted his head to peer at the alarm clock. “It’s only eight. Another hour of sleep sounds great,”

“Okay, dear,” Lando snickered. 

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January 20th, 12:03pm

Lando (nuisance): btw im going to Monaco 2day

Lando (nuisance): osc invited me! 

Lando (nuisance): sorry xoxo

Max: don’t get stuck in any more trees, loser 

Max: persuade your iceman bf to be in more vids 

Lando (nuisance): sir yes sir 

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MONACO BABY (ft. Osc Pastry)

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[video begins shakily, Lando holding up a camera to film himself. He has Bruce in a baby carrier on his front, and he looks very concentrated as he spins the camera around to capture his surroundings. Video changes to him sitting cross-legged in front of a bad. Bruce’s orange fur is visible from the top left of the screen]

LANDO: Hi! I’m off on my holybobs again. 

LANDO: Bruce is absolutely not helping me pack- I think you can see him? He’s either sleeping or licking his arse. 

LANDO: Anyway! I made friends with a world champ, and now he’s taking me to Monaco! Doubt I’ll see him lots, since he’s working, but it’s a free holiday, so who can say no, eh? [winks at camera]

[A foot comes into view. Lando looks up, and immediately grins]

OSCAR [offscreen]: Don’t make it sound like I’m kidnapping you, please. You chose this willingly. You’re just a nuisance. 

LANDO: You’re so rude, Pastry. I thought we were friends? 

OSCAR [offscreen]: Only if you don’t call me Pastry, Norris. Don’t you need to pack, anyway? 

[Lando lets out a dramatic and long-suffering sigh] 

LANDO: This is why we’re never going to be best friends, Osc. 

OSCAR [offscreen]: I wouldn’t want to take Max’s title. Finish packing, Lando. 

LANDO: Yessir. 

[video changes to a montage of the journey. Lando takes a short video of Bruce asleep in the back of a car, before turning the camera to a very tired Oscar Piastri, who immediately shoots it a disapproving look. It then changes to a backshot of Oscar, who’s pushing a trolley with two suitcases on. The camera pans down to get Bruce in frame, as he’s wrapped in a sling attached to Lando’s front. Then, it moves to a shaky video of the plane on the runway before moving to another car shot, with Oscar again in the driver’s seat and Bruce lounging on the back]

LANDO [offscreen]: We’ve landed! Osc said he’d show us around Monaco a lil bit, but no house tour, which is fair. Private Pastry, eh? 

[Oscar shoots him a look that can be described as both absolutely done with his shit and purely fond]

OSCAR: I still don’t know why I offered this. 

LANDO [offscreen]: You cannot say no to Bruce! 

OSCAR: Sure, let’s say that. 

[video changes, showing Lando lying on a white bedspread with Bruce doing biscuits by his head. Then it moves to some pretty shots of a beach, and then to shots of the sea from up high. Lando narrates through the footage offscreen. It then opens to Lando, sitting curled up on a desk chair, helmets stacked on shelves behind him. He’s wearing an oversized light blue hoodie]

LANDO: So, this is Monaco! I will come again, I think. I’m recording this before I go back home tomorrow. Osc was nice enough to let me use his office! [beams at camera]

LANDO: It’s a lovely place. Terrifyingly expensive, and boy, do I not have that money. Maybe if you like and subscribe, yeah? 

LANDO: aight, time for me to go! Thanks for watching the video! Bye, my babies!

[video ends] 

TOP COMMENTS ⬇️

@op81isno1 wow osc is besties with this kid now???? Wild 😭

@lnandbruceeee bruceeeee ilsm (and lando too ig)

@p1astriiii my goat is so gone for this boy omg

@lnfan4eva gang what do we think? Dating or genuinely just friends??? 

> @op81isno1 they have 2 be dating tho, seriously. Heart eyes???

@hearteyespastry lando’s so cute with the nicknames lolll 😭my two little gays <3

@raceracerace wow Oscar really is sugar daddying this kid. Hope he doesn’t distract him for the season to come 💪

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“You done with editing then?” Oscar leaned against the doorframe. “Reckon we were too obvious?”

Lando shrugged, spinning around in the chair.

“I don’t mind, really,” he said honestly. “We just won’t confirm anything, right?” 

Oscar smiled. “Private, but not secret?”

“Yep!” Lando clicked his fingers. “That's okay, yeah?” 

“Yes, darling,” 

The omega grinned, cheeks pink. “I really like you, Osc,”

“I really like you too, sweetheart,” 

They stared at each other for a few moments, gazes, as always, soft and affectionate. 

“Do you know when your preheat will set in?” Oscar said gently. 

Lando scrunched up his nose. “I’m already feeling it, I think,” he admitted. “Kind of want to lie down and make a nest,”

“Do you want to do that in my room or the lounge?” Oscar’s brown eyes were searching as he watched his boyfriend. 

“Your room,” he said quietly. “Is that ok?”

The alpha grinned. “Was hoping you’d say that, truth be told. I’ve gotten very used to you as a bedmate,” 

“Gimme,” Lando made grabby hands. 

Oscar tilted his head. 

“You just gestured to all of me,” he deadpanned.

“Yes, and?” the Brit raised his eyebrows. “Get in, Osc,”

The driver complied, tugging off his socks and throwing them in the direction of his laundry basket. Lando rolled his eyes. 

“Don’t need to be anywhere for a couple of days?” Lando said, tugging at the hem of his boyfriend’s shirt. 

“I’ve let them know I’m otherwise occupied,” Oscar took off the t-shirt. Lando ogled him unashamedly, moving his hands to rest on his chest. His strawberry scent was getting heavier, deeper into his heat with more whiffs of arousal. Both of their eyes were dilated, taking in the other. They wouldn’t go all the way, but the idea of becoming more and more comfortable around each other so that one day they could… the future was the most beautiful thing for them. 

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January 31st, 3:45pm 

Max (Verstappen): so what’s all this about you and that omega?

Max (Verstappen): other max’s bsf right

Max (Verstappen): you are literally undressing each other with your eyes

Oscar: thanks for the insight, Max. It’s appreciated 

Oscar: I thought you didn’t care about anything other than racing or cats 

Max (Verstappen): well he has a cat doesn’t he

Max (Verstappen): also apparently i’m the only one not afraid to ask you about it

Oscar: wow you really are a gossip 

Max (Verstappen): hey answer the question mate

Oscar: I met him, like, three weeks ago 

Max (Verstappen): so you just have a crush on him

Oscar: I suppose you could make that assumption

Max (Verstappen): lock him down, piastri. He has a cat I want to meet

Oscar: [selfie taken by Oscar, Lando doing a peace sign at the camera from where he is resting against the alpha’s chest]

Max (Verstappen): good on you mate

Max (Verstappen): didn’t know you had it in you

Oscar: thanks. We’re keeping it not secret, but public

Oscar: not going to confirm anything, but not deny either

Max (Verstappen): good lad. I approve

Max (Verstappen): Charles is texting me. He wants to meet him

Max (Verstappen): tell him he can meet your bf soon will you

Oscar: he’s coming to China 

Max (Verstappen): perfect

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“Why does Charles care so much about you?” Lando scrunched up his nose. 

“He’s the pack mum of the grid,” Oscar replied smoothly, putting his phone aside. “He’s been worried ever since Lily and I broke up last year.”

Lando cocked his head to the side. “Your girlfriend?” 

“Lovely lady,” Oscar said honestly. “We’re still friends, but it got too much for us. Reckon she’d like you,”

“Really?” Lando blinked. “Your ex-girlfriend?”

“I like her boyfriend,” the Aussie shrugged. “He’s a swim teacher,”

Lando nodded slowly. “I can’t swim,”

“Really?” Oscar said curiously. 

“Well, I can doggy paddle,” Lando amended. “Never learnt more than that, though. Don’t like fish,”

Oscar stared at him. “Your parents taught you to swim in the sea?”

“No,” Lando said sheepishly. “I heard at school that fish lived in water, so I always refused,”

Oscar snorted. “You’re adorable,” 

“Don’t you forget it,” the Brit teased. 

His boyfriend only hummed, running a hand down the younger man’s back. Lando practically melted into his embrace. 

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“How many hoodies do you need to take?” Will said from where he was lying back against Lando’s headboard. Beside him, Max grinned through a mouthful of crisps. 

“You can never be too prepared,” Lando said seriously from his wardrobe. 

“Can’t you take Osc’s hoodies, anyway?” Max said, picking up another crisp. 

Lando spun around. “Don’t call him Osc,” he said strictly. “That’s my name,” 

“Sorry, my lord,” the beta muttered. Will snickered. 

Lando had returned to Brighton a few weeks before, just as Oscar was heading off for preseason. The alpha had left him with a kiss and several of his hoodies when they’d parted at Nice airport. Now, Lando was off again, to Thailand. And in a week, he’d be able to see his boyfriend again. In person, that is. They video called whenever they got the chance. 

“And these are his hoodies,” Lando added. “I’m taking them to get re-scented, obviously. I have one more that still smells like him, so I’m gonna wear it on my flight so I can actually nap,”

“You are disgusting,” Will said bluntly. His mate had left on his tour about a week ago, so he’d been practically living at Lando’s since (Otto too). 

“You’re the one who still can’t sleep if he’s not hugging something smelling like his husband,” Lando retorted. 

“And you’re the same, and yet you’ve only been dating Piastri for, like, two months,”

“When you know, you know,” Lando said cheerfully, dropping an armful of hoodies in his biggest (neon green) suitcase. 

“I knew James for years before we went out,” Will sniffed. 

“Because you both needed to go through glow-ups,” Max said, shoving more crisps into his mouth. He was hit in the face with a pillow. 

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Lando hugged Will fiercely. “Take care of yourself, yeah? You, the baby, and Otto,”

“Otto won’t be pleased he’s moved down the list,” Will muttered, but reciprocated the embrace. 

“Still can’t believe I’m going to be an uncle,” Max said under his breath. 

Will rolled his eyes. “Well, you got eight months ta figure it out. Jim’s already reading everything he can. Ridiculous, I reckon,” 

“It’s good to be cautious,” Lando said sagely. “Alright, I’ll see you twats later,”

“Tell us when you land,” Max said, slapping him on the shoulder. “And if you get stressed out at the paddock-,”

“Osc’s already told me I can go into his driver's room and hug Bruce in the quiet,” Lando reassured him. 

“Good lad, that alpha,” Max said approvingly. “Don’t be bullied by any of the other drivers, yeah? They’re all sofites. They’ll love you, I’m sure,”

“Thanks, Max,” the omega beamed. “I’ll miss you too!” 

“Get out of here,” Will said. “Before you miss your flight, you dunderhead,”

Lando threw his arms around both of them one more time before shouldering Bruce’s carry bag, picking up his suitcase, and running through Gatwick. 

“And he’s off again,” Max mused. 

“Never stops,” Will agreed. “He’ll be fine. Always is,”

Max nodded, blinking heavily. Will rolled his eyes. 

“And I’m the pregnant one,” he teased. “Let’s go get you a coffee, eh?” 

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[slide #1 description: Lando sat cross-legged in a small room, Piastri hoodie and cap on, with Bruce sitting on his lap]

[slide #2 description: Lando taking a selfie with Kimi Antonelli and Ollie Bearman, all doing peace signs]

[slide #3 description: a blurry video of Oscar on the podium]

[slide #4 description: a photo of Lando and Charles Leclerc playing chess. Bruce is staring over the board, straight into the camera]

[slide #5 description: a selfie taken by Oscar Piastri, arm around Lando’s shoulders as the omega holds up Bruce. Oscar’s still in his driver's suit, still damp from champagne]

[slide #6 description: a video zooming in slowly, focusing on Oscar and Max Verstappen, who are chatting in between their garages, both in their driver suits. Their faces and hand movements get increasingly dramatic]

[slide #7 description: a picture of Carlos Sainz fast asleep, Ollie holding up two fingers behind his head with a wide grin]

[slide #8 description: Alex Albon cradling Bruce like a newborn child while George Russell looks disapproving in the background. Bruce looks incredibly fed up]

[slide #9 description: a beautifully shot picture of Oscar in his race suit, looking to the side. Bruce is sitting around his neck like a dramatic scarf]

[slide #10 description: Lewis Hamilton putting a hand on Lando’s shoulder, leaning over to look at Bruce, who is in a carrier attached to the omega’s chest]

[slide #11 description: Lando with Isack Hadjar, Liam Lawson, Gabriel Bortoleto, Arvid Lindblad, Ollie, and Kimi. They’re all sat on the floor, Bruce sprawled out in the middle like a king. Arvid is offering a stick for the cat to play with]

[slide #12 description: Lando taking a selfie with Valtteri Bottas, who has his cycling helmet on]

[slide #13 description: Nico Hulkenberg looking at Bruce with wide eyes as he’s held by Oscar]

[slide #14 description: Daniel Ricciardo with an arm around Lando, both grinning widely at the camera]

[slide #15 description: Fernando Alonso slowly petting Bruce’s head. They both look confused]

[slide #16 description: A picture of all the drivers from the back during the national anthem]

[slide #17 description: Lando from the back, arms raised high and showing off the large PIASTRI emblazoned across his back]

[slide #18 description: Lando sat next to Oscar’s trophy. He’s eating TimTams while Bruce is poking the trophy with a confused expression]

[slide #19 description: a video of Lando talking to George and Charles, making exaggerated movements with his arms. In the background, you can just about make out Alex holding Bruce out for Kimi to stroke]

[slide #20 description: a shaky video of Oscar twirling Lando around outside the McLaren garage, he’s still clad in his race suit and covered in champagne. They’re both laughing]

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lando_and_bruce in the paddock!! Met a few drivers 😝

15th March 2026

charlesleclerc you must join us more often, mon cheri 

kimiantonelli :D great to meet you!!! 

alexalbon I think I would die for Bruce 

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“The entire grid is in love with you now,” Oscar complained on the drive back to the hotel. Lando grinned impishly. 

“That was the plan,” he said proudly. “Now they can’t give me a scary talk about what happens if I break your heart!”

“No, but they will do it to me,” Oscar countered with a smile. 

“Don’t, then,” the omega said sweetly. 

His boyfriend snorted. “I wouldn’t ever want to, love,” 

“That’s what I like to hear,” Lando said approvingly. “Now, why aren’t you holding my hand?”

Oscar rolled his eyes, but held out the hand not holding the steering wheel. Lando laced their fingers together. 

“Perfect,” the alpha murmured. “I’m happy you’re here, darling,”

“Thanks for inviting me,” Lando replied. “I’ve had the best time,”

Oscar picked up their hands so he could kiss the back of Lando’s. 

“You’re not real,” the Brit murmured. “How did I get this lucky?”

“Because you screeched about your cat climbing a tree,” Oscar said. “Though I would have met you a few days later at the shoot,”

“I prefer our original meet-cute,” Lando decided. 

“Meet-cat,” Oscar snorted. 

Lando snickered. 

“Do you think it’s too much if I ask you to come to Japan?” Oscar asked. They were sprawled across their hotel bed, now. Both clad in hoodies and joggers. Bruce was perched on top of Lando’s open suitcase. 

“I want to,” Lando admitted. “I’m scared of getting codependent, though,”

Oscar hummed. “I don’t know if it’s like that, necessarily. It’s just us taking advantage of the time we can spend together. Also, selfishly, I want to see you for my birthday.” 

“Oh yeah,” the omega gasped. “That’s next month! I have to stay now,”

“Good,” Oscar said. “Can we sleep now? I’m tired,”

Lando let his head fall onto his boyfriend’s chest. “When you win a race, I think I’d like us to have our first time,” he said. 

“Well, now I have to win,” Oscar raked a hand through the younger’s curls. Lando purred at the action, nestling closer. 

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“Bruce!” Ollie gasped. 

The cat was prowling just in front of Lando, lead pulled tight. 

“Hey, Ollie,” Lando waved. “He’s always up for a head scratch.”

The beta dropped down into a crouch to cup the cat’s face. Bruce purred, pushing his head into his hands. 

“He’s going to get increasingly more spoiled the more time he spends here,” Oscar deadpanned from beside Lando. They were dressed in contrast- a white t-shirt and black shorts for the alpha, and a papaya sweatshirt, baggy dark jeans, and a black denim jacket for his boyfriend. 

“I thought you wanted us around, Osco,” Lando batted his lashes. Oscar rolled his eyes, and Ollie snickered. 

“You’re painfully obvious,” the younger man informed them cheerfully. “When are you going to confirm the rumours?” 

“Maybe when we get married,” Lando said breezily. “Or when we mate. Or, maybe we should just be quiet forever. Even if I turn up with a Piastri double on my hip,” 

Oscar choked. 

“Well, looks like someone has been thinking of the future,” Ollie joked, eyebrows raised. 

Lando went red. “We admitted we both wanted kids!” He argued. “Why is it so surprising?”

“I’m happy you see a future with me,” Oscar said honestly. “I’d kiss you if we weren’t in the paddock,”

“Well then, Mr Piastri, let’s get to the motorhome,” Lando squeezed his bicep. Ollie fake gagged and got back to his feet. 

“That’s my cue to go find Kimi,” he muttered, before jogging off.

“Lando! Bruce!” Daniel boomed from across the garage. “Always a pleasure!”

“Hi, Dan!” Lando waved. “Osc has persuaded me again,” he grinned. “I think Bruce enjoys all the attention he gets when we’re here,”

True to form, the cat had been unhooked from his lead and was now enjoying pets from Andrea, perched on the team principal’s lap. 

“Good for branding,” Andrea said semi-seriously. Bruce purred. 

Oscar silently nudged Lando away with a hand on his back. Daniel waggled his eyebrows at their backs before turning back to his engineers. 

“You’re not subtle,” Lando said cheekily as he was tugged onto his boyfriend’s lap. 

“Do I look like I care?” Oscar raised his eyebrows. “I’m going to enjoy my boyfriend as much as I can, thank you very much,” 

“That’s allowed,” the omega said, wrapping his arms around the Aussie’s shoulders. “I want to enjoy my boyfriend too,” 

Oscar smiled and leaned forward, coaxing him into a gentle kiss. Lando opened his mouth, allowing the other’s tongue to enter and make the kiss more dirty, more desperate. Oscar’s hands tightened at the omega’s thighs, making Lando gasp and open his mouth even wider. He clutched at Oscar’s hair, making the alpha moan into his mouth. Oscar swiftly moved away from Lando’s mouth to trail kisses down his jaw and to his neck, nipping slightly at the tanned skin. It only made the Brit whine louder, clutching at Oscar’s hair more fiercely. In turn, the alpha began sucking and biting, leaving red marks in his wake. 

They were interrupted minutes later by a sharp knock. 

“I don’t want to know what you’re doing!” Daniel said loudly. “But we have media, Oscar,” 

Oscar groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall. Lando blinked, eyes wide and cheeks bright red. They both look thoroughly kissed, lips red and swollen. Lando had love bites trailing down his neck, difficult to cover. 

“Well then,” Lando managed. “You need to go?” 

“Annoyingly so,” Oscar muttered. “Sorry about the marks,”

Lando raised an eyebrow. “Don’t lie to me,”

“Fine,” the alpha said, grin turning smug. “You look even more beautiful with my bites on you, and I didn’t think you could look any more radiant.”

“Oh, you’re such an alpha,” Lando shoved his chest, looking pleased. 

“Oscar!” Daniel said again, louder this time. 

Lando sighed and slipped off his boyfriend’s lap. “Have fun,” he said, eyes flicking down to Oscar’s shorts before back to his face. 

“I need to change into my team shirt, anyway,” Oscar muttered. “Maybe it’ll go down,”

“Have fun with that,” Lando kissed his cheek. “I’ll stay here. Was going to call my mum today, anyway,”

Oscar nodded absent-mindedly, sliding off his shirt. “Tell her I said hi,”

“Will do,” Lando said, ogling his boyfriend’s back and shoulders as he found a team shirt in one of the clothes piles. Oscar had many virtues, but cleanliness was not one of them. It’s okay, Lando liked (loved?) him anyway. 

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Three days later, on Sunday, Oscar won the Japanese Grand Prix. 

Lando screamed once he’d crossed the line, holding onto Bruce like a lifeline. The cat wasn’t impressed, ears flat and face profoundly irritated as his human screeched. 

“He did it!” Lando said brightly, looking around at the mechanics. 

“He’s a champ, Lando,” one of them reminded him, grin wide. “Don’t doubt Piasti,”

Lando beamed. “I would never,”

At Parc Ferme, Oscar immediately jogged over to Lando. Andrea had Bruce curled around his shoulders, so that the Aussie could hug his boyfriend without crushing the feline. 

“You did it!” Lando said, hands going to cup the helmet. 

Oscar nodded thoroughly, his hands moving to cup Lando’s face. 

“You’re doing great, champ,” the Brit patted him. “I love you,” 

“Love you too, Lan,” Oscar said, voice muffled. “I- I need to go, but I’ll see you later,”

Lando nodded. “You will, I promise. Go get that trophy, Osc,”

“I can think of something else I want to claim later, too,” Oscar said under his breath, but complied and went to the scales. Lando went a bright red and grabbed Bruce from Andrea so he could hide his face in the cat’s orange fur. 

The cameras caught the affectionate glances between the couple when Oscar was on the podium. Lando had his arms curled around Bruce, who was blinking sleepily. Both omega and his cat were watching the alpha accept his trophy and raise it in the air. Oscar met his eyes and gave a short nod before setting down the trophy and picking up the bottle of champagne. On either side of him, Alex and Max immediately went to drench him in the sparkling alcohol. 

“We found a good one, baby,” Lando said to his cat, who let out a sleepy purr in response. 

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Lando fell back against the bed with a laugh, grinning up at his boyfriend. He’d done the team picture, thoroughly kissed the omega behind the McLaren motorhome, before they got driven back to the hotel. As soon as the door had closed, Oscar was gently pushing Lando back against the bed. 

“You’re beautiful,” the alpha murmured, crawling over the younger man. “The most ethereally pretty thing in the world,”

“Flatterer,” Lando managed out, cheeks pink and scent thoroughly pleased. 

“I love you,” Oscar said sappily.  

Their scents bloomed, dark chocolate and strawberries combining in a perfect marriage. Max had agreed to look after Bruce for the night after they’d all come down from the podium, so it was truly just the two of them in a too-big hotel room.

“I love you,” Lando replied, mouth in a wide heart shape. “Come on, Osc. Get on with it,” 

And with those words, Oscar kneeled on either side of Lando’s waist and gently edged up his t-shirt and sweatshirt in one go. He threw it somewhere across the room and let his hands skim down the omega’s sides. Lando’s breath hitched, and he let his back arch into his boyfriend’s touch. 

“Beautiful,” Oscar said again, lips moving over Lando’s chest. Lando’s hands immediately moved to bury in the other man’s hair. 

“Okay to leave marks, darling?” Oscar’s eyes flicked up to meet Lando’s. Lando nodded furiously, tugging Oscar’s head closer to his skin. The alpha smiled into flesh before biting down into the younger man’s chest. Lando whined, loudly, eyes fluttering at the sensation. Oscar moved down, scattering marks across his boyfriend’s shoulders and chest, before closing his lips around a nipple. Lando keened again, gasping. His eyes were lidded and almost completely black. Oscar hummed around the nipple, moving a hand over to play with the other one. 

He then let go and moved down to marking his boyfriend’s stomach. 

“Tease,” Lando huffed. “Touch me,”

Oscar rolled his eyes, but sat upright. “I can smell the slick,” he said, tone heavy. “You’re so squirmy, my love,”

“Get on with it,” the omega only whined. “Please, Osc. Please,” 

Oscar did, ripping off his jeans and boxers in one go, leaving Lando completely bare on the bed. His small omegan cock was erect and leaking onto his thigh. Slick was drenching the sheets under him. To Oscar, he had never looked so beautiful. 

“I could get used to this,” he said, voice low. “You’re lovely, sweetheart,” 

Lando whined, wriggling. “Fuckin’- touch me, Osc. Please?” his eyes were wide and glassy. Oscar swore, and immediately shucked his shirt and tore off his shorts and boxers. His cock looked painfully hard, red and leaking. Lando’s eyes went even wider at the sight of it. 

“Will it fit?” he murmured. 

Oscar rolled his eyes. “Say that to everyone, do you?”

“No!” Lando protested. “You’re fuckin- you’re huge, Osc,”

“I guess so,” The alpha said. “It’ll be bigger with my knot- if you want-,”

“Oh, yes,” Lando moaned. “Condom?” 

Oscar nodded. “I’ll go grab one,” he kissed Lando quickly on the lips, before rushing off the bed and crouching by his suitcase. 

“Hurry up!” Lando whimpered. “I’m cold,”

“Yes, yes, dear,” Oscar said, immediately crowing back over him as he ripped the packet open with his teeth. He then stuck his tongue out in concentration as he rolled it over his dick, breath hitching as he touched the skin. 

“Need to open you up, baby,” Oscar said gently. “As much as I’d love to eat you out, we should do that another time. I want to get in you quickly,”

“Sounds good,” Lando slurred. 

Oscar circled one finger around the omega’s cunt, eyes darkening as more slick oozed out. “Everything about you is beautiful,” he murmured, hooking open the folds. Lando whined. Oscar only grinned, gently pumping his finger inside his boyfriend’s entrance. “Such a beautiful cunt,” the alpha cooed. “So pretty and red. You’re leaking so much, angel.”

“Osc,” Lando groaned. “Nother,” 

Oscar complied, scissoring his fingers open into the entrance. “Wonder if I can find- ah,” he nodded to himself as Lando let out one of the loudest whines yet. “There we are,” he moved his thumb to flick at Lando’s cocklet. “Pretty little dick, too,” he cooed. “However did I get so lucky?” Without warning, he shoved a third finger inside Lando’s cunt. Lando almost screamed. Three fingers inside his swollen folds, now, in and out, in and out. Scissoring the entrance open wider. 

“Get your cock in me,” Lando bit out. 

Oscar’s eyes flicked up. “You think you’re ready? I normally do four fingers, to be safe,”

“And he’s surprised when I say he’s huge,” Lando muttered, making the alpha snort. “Jus- just get  in me, Osc, please, I am going to cry,”

Oscar’s scent darkened at that, and he shoved a fourth finger inside. The noise it was making was obscene, a squelching that only made Lando moan louder, tears now slowly leaving his eyes. 

“So so pretty,” Oscar murmured. “I think you’re ready now, darling,”

“Ready,” Lando parroted. 

Oscar withdrew his fingers and winced at the mournful noise Lando let out after becoming empty again. He immediately wiped his fingers on the bedspread, grabbed the omega’s waist, and filled him up with one thrust. 

Lando screamed, head falling back and fingers digging into his boyfriend’s shoulders. He was going to leave marks, and Oscar couldn’t wait to see them. He set a punishing pace, in and out. 

“You’re so tight,” he said wondrously. “Maybe I should fist you sometime,”

The omega squirted. Slick trickling out of his entrance, and over his and Oscar’s lower stomachs. 

“Wow,” Oscar blinked. “Squirting on a first time,”

“Shut up,” Lando moaned. “Fuckin- knot me already,”

Oscar did a few more thrusts before burying it to the hilt. His knot inflated, and Lando let out a silent scream, his arms falling onto the bed. 

“You’re so pretty,” Oscar said. “I love you, and I adore you. I want it to be us forever,”

Lando nodded tiredly. “I agree with all that,” he slurred. “But m wrung out, Osc,”

Oscar grinned. “We’ll see how you feel in the morning.”

The omega only whined again. 

Once his knot had gone down, Oscar had carefully pulled out of his omega’s now red and raw cunt, before taking off the condom and tying it. He got up to put it in the bathroom bin, picking up a flannel and soaking it in water. 

Once he came back, Lando’s eyes fluttered open, and he watched his boyfriend reverently clean up his lower half. His lower half, which he couldn’t properly feel. He grinned. He could get used to this. 

“There we are, all clean,” Oscar said gently. “Want to go clean your teeth before bed?”

Lando looked at him mournfully. 

“I can carry you, darling,” Oscar offered. “We could shower, too?” 

“No,” Lando said tiredly. “Shower tomorrow. We smell good,”

Oscar smiled softly. “We smell amazing,” 

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Max Verstappen appeared mid-morning the next day, with Bruce curled up in his arms. Oscar answered the door, as Lando had declared he would be staying in bed until they had to get up for their flight. 

“So,” Max drawled. “Assuming it was good?”

Oscar rolled his eyes, picking Bruce up from the older alpha. 

“It was enjoyable,” he deadpanned. “Thanks for catsitting,”

“My pleasure,” Max said serenely. “Don’t want to traumatise him, do we?” he ruffled the fur on Bruce’s head before ruffling Oscar’s hair. Both gave him identical exasperated expressions. 

“I’ll be on my way. See you later, mate. Bye, Lando!” he waved before walking down the corridor. 

Lando made a noise muffled by his pillow. Oscar snorted, shutting the door with his shoulder before moving back to the bed and letting Bruce jump out of his arms to curl around his owner’s head. 

“Family back together,” Lando murmured. “Come back to bed, Osc,”

“Yes, dear,” 

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April 6th, 9:37am 

Mum: happy birthday dear!

Mum: reached 25 ❤️

Mum: we’re all hoping you bring Lando when you come back home next xx

11:29am 

Oscar: hi, mum, thanks 

Oscar: dunno when i’ll be back next, though

Mum: well, maybe we should come to you then

Mum: i’ve started watching lando’s videos! He’s very good ❤️

Mum: are you keeping it secret? It does not seem like you are xx

Oscar: well we decided we’re not going to confirm anything to the public

Oscar: but we don’t want to hide. So we’re not doing any ‘relationship’ things in public

Mum: that’s sweet, i am glad

Mum: we are all looking forward to meeting him and Bruce!!

Oscar: yes, mum, I know

Oscar: he has to go back to London for work in a few days, though

Mum: will you be able to manage that?

Oscar: we don’t want to be codependent, but i do not think we will *enjoy* it 

Mum: from what i have seen, you both look very happy

Mum: i’m so happy you’ve found someone

Oscar: thanks mum 

Oscar: alright, Lan’s trying to cook breakfast so I need to go make sure he doesn’t kill the kitchen

Mum: hope you have a lovely birthday honey xx

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“No fire? That’s a good sign,” Oscar slid his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. Lando screeched in response, almost dropping his spoon. 

“You- don’t do that, Oscar Piastri!” the Brit gasped. “You gave me the fright of my life,”

Oscar snickered, burying his face into Lando’s neck. 

“You’re like an overgrown limpet,” Lando said, without heat. He leant into the embrace, enjoying the alpha’s warmth. 

“You are as bad,” Oscar said. “I like holding you,”

Lando preened. “Good. I like you holding me too.” 

Oscar’s birthday went slowly. A late breakfast, a make-out session on the kitchen counter, before they moved to the sofa and watched various Disney films (Lando’s request). 

“This is a good birthday,” Oscar mumbled. He was lying the length of the sofa, with Lando sprawled across his front. Bruce was sitting on the chaise bit of the sofa, bathing himself. 

“I’m glad you think so,” Lando said sleepily. “This is a good day.”

“The best,” Oscar agreed, kissing the omega’s forehead. “I love you,”

Lando beamed. “I love you,”

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“Wow, you’ve grown,” Lando said. 

Will glared at him, folding his arms over his chest. On either side of him, James and Max exchanged bemused looks. 

“I am growing a child,” the older omega sniffed. “And it’s this one’s kid, so fuck knows how big it’ll get,”

“What a polite way to describe our unborn child,” James said mildly. Will shot him a look. 

“Welcome back, mate,” Max clapped Lando on the shoulder. “I’ve had to deal with the pregnant one for two months. It has been terrible.” 

“I am not that bad,” Will said hotly. 

Max shot him a look. “James came back three days ago. That is me basically having you and your cat live with me for almost two months- you are insufferable,” 

“I have anxiety,” Will retorted. 

“Don’t we all,” Lando muttered. James snorted. 

Will turned to Lando, hands on his hips. “How’s your bloke? You look proper in love,” 

“I talked to you two days ago,” Lando pointed out. “Not much has changed. We are in love, by the way. I have told you that,”

“Pregnancy brain,” Will dismissed. 

“I don’t think you should blame your bad memory on the baby,” James said helpfully. “It’s okay to- okay, I’ll shut up,” 

Will pursed his lips. 

“So, you’re grumpy,” Lando noted. “Is pregnancy that bad?” 

“I am never doing it again,” Will declared. “Got that?” he shot a look at his mate, who raised his arms in surrender. 

“Should we get going?” Max cleared his throat. “Bruce looks fed up with the airport.”

As if on cue, Bruce let out a loud meow. 

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May 3rd, 8:24pm 

Osc 💙: grid is definitely more boring without you

Osc 💙: love and miss you babe 

Lando: luv n miss u 2 💙💙

Lando: will has only gotten worse

Lando: baby is kicking his arse fr 

Osc 💙: not great that

Osc 💙: pregnancy aint for the weak then eh

Lando: i am giving us at least four years to have a baby

Osc 💙: thats um wow okay

Osc 💙: wasn’t expecting you to be up for it so soon.

Lando: we wouldve been 2gether for 4 yrs 

Lando: n even tho i see how bad its affecting will

Lando: always wanted a big ish family

Lando: like mine ig

Osc 💙: alright, babe

Osc 💙: i will try and give you everything you want

Osc 💙: i think i’d like a big ish family too

Osc 💙: i mean we both have three siblings so

Lando: yis 

Lando: i miss u 

Osc 💙: miss you too baby

Osc 💙: i need to go, but I’ll call you later love

Lando: good luck w the race!! Ill b watching 💙💙 love u 

Osc 💙: love you too darling 

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Max, Will, and James had come over to watch the race: Max and Will because they wanted to watch it, and James because he didn’t want to leave his mate alone when he could be with him. 

Will had a packet of Biscoff cookies on his bump, eating them slowly and slapping James’ hand away whenever he tried to get one. 

“Bad weather,” Max noted, eyes trained on the television. “Windy,” 

Lando looked over at him. “Is that bad?” he said, anxiety rising. “Do you think they’ll be okay?”

“Osc’s been in the game for four years now. I’m more worried about the newer drivers,” Max said, taking a sip of his beer. 

“Okay,” Lando said, mainly to himself, resettling on the sofa. Bruce padded over to him, pushing his head against the omega’s chin. It immediately helped the Brit calm down slightly, tugging the cat closer to him. 

It happened on lap 20. A gust of wind had caught Isack as he turned a corner, and he went spinning down the track. He hit Oscar, who was in front of him, who in turn hit Alex. Three cars now out of action. 

Lando jumped to his feet, holding Bruce tightly against his chest. Will was first to move, shoving his biscuits aside to wrap an arm around the shorter omega, scenting him thoroughly. 

Isack confirmed to be okay, only shaken. 

“I- I’m sorry,” the young omega said, voice strained. “I couldn’t-,”

“Not your fault, mate,” his engineer soothed. “Everyone’s okay. Everyone’s alive,” 

The broadcast moved to Alex and Oscar, who were slowly moving out of their cars. 

Oscar moved to the beta, putting a hand on his shoulder. They nodded to each other before moving over to Isack. 

“He’s okay, see? He’s walking, he’s moving,” Will soothed, stroking through Lando’s curls. “Let’s sit back down, see what’ll happen next. Why don’t you text Oscar now, tell him to call you immediately?”

Lando nodded mechanically, allowing Will to nudge him back down on the sofa. Bruce nestled closer into the omega’s front, purring gently in an effort to calm his racing heart. 

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May 3rd, 9:39pm

Lan 💚: osc pls call me asap

Lan 💚: i love you

Lan 💚: i was so scared

Lan 💚: not ur fault love

Lan 💚: just pls call me as soon as u can

10:03pm 

Oscar: i’m okay, darling

Oscar: calling you now 💚

Incoming call… 

“Osc!” Lando practically shouted down the phone. 

“I’m here, I’m okay. Just a bit bruised,” Oscar said softly. “Alex and Isack are good too. They’re stopping the race because of the weather, so the engineers are on the car now. If it’s fixed before the red flags are done, I can finish the race,”

“Are you sure?” Lando said worriedly. “The crash-,”

“They will only lift the red flags if they’re sure it won’t happen again,” Oscar said firmly. “I will be okay,”

“When can I see you?” Lando said, gnawing on his nails. “I need to see you,”

“I’ll come to London on the first flight back,” Oscar promised. “I can be with you and Bruce for a few days, love, I promise,”

“Okay, good,” Lando sighed. 

“Baby, I have to go,” Oscar said, his voice gentle. “But get some rest, sweetheart. Relax in your nest. I’m sure you still have some things that smell like me.”

“I do,” Lando confirmed. “Thank you for calling me,”
“Of course, baby,” the alpha rumbled. “I will text you when I’m on the flight, and then I’ll text you when I’ve landed,” 

“I love you,” 

“Love you too,”

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Oscar turned up at Lando’s flat less than twenty-four hours later. He looked exhausted, but his face still lit up with a wide grin once he saw his boyfriend. Lando’s heart throbbed painfully. He was so in love with this man. 

“Hey, babe,” he mock saluted. “I- oof,”

Lando had jumped into his arms, burying his face into his neck, arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. Oscar held him easily, moving one arm so he could remove his scent blocker. Lando nosed the scent gland greedily, inhaling his boyfriend’s heavy, dark chocolate scent. He could get drunk on it. 

“You’re halfway to getting scent drunk there, my love,” Oscar said into his ear. “Want to go have a lie down? Or shower? I should probably shower,”

“Shower, then nest,” Lando said, not moving. 

“Yessir,” Oscar pecked his lips. 

Oscar placed Lando gently down on the counter next to the sink before moving to shut the bathroom door. 

“How bad was it?” Lando asked softly. 

Oscar shrugged and took off his t-shirt. 

“Only light bruising,” he assured, gesturing to his pale torso. Faint bruises in the shape of his seatbelts were visible, and they made Lando frown. “I’m okay,” the alpha said. “I’m here, I’m with you,” 

“I was really scared,” Lando said quietly. 

“I know. I’m sorry,” Oscar cupped his face. “Why don’t we get in the shower, darling?”

Lando nodded slowly. “Can you undress me?” 

“Of course,” Oscar pressed a kiss to his forehead before moving to take off his boyfriend’s clothes. His lips quirked as he slid off the hoodie. “Nice jumper,” he deadpanned. 

“It was the last one that smelt of you,” Lando said, without shame. “You can scent all my things now you’re here, though,”

“All you want me for is my scent,” Oscar snorted. 

“No,” Lando denied. “You’re a really good cuddler, too. Really warm with big arms,”

Oscar rolled his eyes, smile widening. “Thanks, babe,” 

He undressed both of them in silence. The comfortable kind that knew where you both stood, and could have conversations without words. The romantic, domestic kind. 

There was nothing sexual about the touch that Oscar used in washing his boyfriend. Lando let his head fall back against the tiles as he was lathered in various soaps, enjoying the gentleness of how his boyfriend touched him. Calloused hands against smooth skin, washing the day’s stress away. 

“I could get used to this,” Lando said, eyes fluttering shut. His scent was wide and happy, sitting in the air comfortably alongside Oscar’s. 

“So could I,” Oscar murmured, cupping the omega’s scalp as he worked shampoo through his curls. Lando groaned at the sensation. 

“Oh, that’s good,” he murmured. “How long can you stay with me?” 

“Forever,” Oscar said simply. “Though, work-wise, I have to be at the MTC this Friday. Canada’s in two and a half weeks, so. Time on the sim,”

“I’ll come with you,” Lando opened his eyes. “Though I’ll have to make a video about it. I haven’t updated my channel since the Monaco video.”

“Okay,” Oscar said easily. “You can have free rein with my car, darling. Take your pretty photos,” 

Lando beamed. 

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The rest of the races flew by until they halted for the summer break. Lando and Oscar went to Italy and enjoyed the sights. And the gelato. 

“Wonderful,” Lando sighed, licking at his cone. “Italians are built differently, Osc,”

Oscar hummed in response, wiping away some stray ice cream from Lando’s chin before putting the finger in his mouth. Lando went a bright red. 

“Tastes good,” the alpha decided. 

“Oh, stop it,” Lando flushed. “We’re in public,”

They grinned at each other. Bruce let out an annoyed meow from where he was sprawled across the table. 

“Sorry, mate. You already finished your cream,” Oscar scratched behind his ears. “You won’t enjoy the stuff we’re having,”

Bruce rolled over. Lando cooed at the sight. You’ll never get tired of watching your cat be the cutest thing on the entire planet. 

Oscar took a picture. Of his boyfriend’s heart eyes, his half-melted ice cream, and the spoiled orange cat enjoying the Italian sun. 

“I’m right where I’m meant to be,” Oscar murmured. “Here, with you,”

Lando turned to him, smile radiant. “Sap,” 

“And what about it?” Oscar raised his brows. “I’m in love with you,”

“And I,” Lando said. “Am in love with you,” he leaned over their ice creams to give his boyfriend a short kiss.