kill the silence

Hi, hello, I am in fact not done with my bullshit. This has been in my drafts since december last year and I just needed Oscar to process his emotions, thank you very much.

Summary:

He spots Lando immediately.

There’s a crowd around him on the dance floor and Oscar can make out a few faces - Lando’s Dad, Will, George and Alex. And Lando’s face, scrunched up in a huge smile, glass in hand swaying back and forth, as he sings along to some 2000s pop anthem the DJ mixes with a god awful beat.

“You should go,” Mark said to him when Oscar sat on the edge of his bed half an hour ago, “you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

He’s on a mission: Get a drink, congratulate Lando, get the hell out of here.

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Hi, I wrote a thing!! This is BY FAR not the first Landoscar fic I wrote but I think it's about time I contribute to the autistic Oscar Piastri tag!

Summary:

Initially, Oscar doesn’t think anything of it.

After the 2025 season and after the well deserved break where he rotted away in bed and did absolutely fuck all, Lando’s and his relationship is largely the same.

Of course he notices that Lando can’t stop talking about him. At first it hurt a little because all Oscar wanted to do was be in a dark room with nothing and no one demanding his attention for two to four weeks.

It’s a strange feeling, to be appreciated so openly by another driver, let alone his teammate, who is supposed to be his biggest competitor in Formula 1. Oscar isn’t quite sure how to return the sentiment.

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