#comets 2026 spring request

PIECES OF YOU (WHEREVER I GO); LOSCAR

at first lando isn’t sure what he’s looking at when he finds oscar’s keys. he had been in lando’s drivers room in the hospitality to kill time before they had to head to their respective media slots.

when lando had been done with his, oscar had texted him asking if he had left his keys in his room. lando hadn’t responded and instead just looked around the small room. he had seen oscar’s keys before, a simple keychain with a light blue carabiner and a few knickknacks and the strap a light blue color.

now, as he holds the keychain in his hand he realizes one of the charms is an eagle, an american bald eagle at that. more out of curiosity, he looks at the other charms, there’s a smaller tag with sunshine engraved on one side and the unmistakable florida sea line on the other side. the most incriminating part was the small 2 nestled in between oscar’s car keys and the eagle charm.

with a grin, lando takes a picture of keychain, a giggle already escaping him as he sends the picture to oscar, pocketing the keychain.

does logan have a matching one?

oscar’s heart nearly drops out of his chest when he gets the message, his keychain staring back at him along with lando’s teasing grin. he knew he should have left this set at home, but fuck, the distance was getting to him so excuse him if he wanted a piece of his boyfriend with him.

lando bounds towards him a few minutes later, the key change jingling in his hand. oscar is quick to snatch the keys from his hand, moving his backpack to his front and clipping the keys into the inner lining of his backpack.

“so,” lando asks, sticking his face close to oscar’s, his eyes glinting almost mischievously, “does logie have a similar one?”

oscar shoves him away, palm pressed against lando’s face. the older sputters, jerking away and giving oscar enough time to walk away towards the exit. lando’s laughter trails after him as he pushes against the turnstiles.

;;;

if there’s one thing logan knows, is that kyle never hesitates to tease him about things. it’s kind of a given due to how close they are and the fact that for the first time in years, they’ll be at the same tracks as competitors.

so really, it’s his fault that he didn’t realize his key chain was missing until it’s dangling from kyle’s finger.

“this is the most oscar piastri coded keychain i have seen in my life.” kyle states as he thumbs through the few charm on the keychain. the carabiner is a light orange, the wristband black with 81 threaded into it. the charms, a koala, a kangaroo and a tag with melbourne’s skyline embroidered on to it, there was no denying that it was an oscar piastri keychain.

“where the hell did you even get them?” logan asks, reaching out and snatching them from kyle’s hands. his friend giggles almost hysterically as logan slips the keychain into his sweater pockets, the blush high on his cheeks. 

“you left them on the table by the entrance of your hotel room.” kyle says, leaning further into his seat, crossing his hands behind his head, “so, does oscar have a similar one?”

logan runs his hands over the embroidered tag, the edges a little thin a frayed. it was one of the first things he had bought when he started buying things for the keychain.

logan shrugs, “probably.”

;;;

the idea had come to logan first, when he’s sprawled out in his parents garage during the first break in their first f1 season. the break was long enough that he could spend a day or two at home before heading to the next race.

“here, since you’re always misplacing your keys.” his dad mumbles, handing him a pack of carabiners. logan grumbles as he tosses the pack from hand to hand, the metal clinking against each other before he finally opens it.

interlocked are two carabiners, a blue and orange one and he can’t help the snort as he take out his phone. he takes a picture of it, sending it off to oscar with us as the accompanying message.

despite the time difference, oscar reacts to it with a heart and logan can’t help the goofy smile on his face. the conversation doesn’t progress from there as logan’s dad tells him to get off his ass and help him move some things around.

the charms accumulate slowly, a gift from one to the other other, a reminded me of you said with a shrug of their shoulders and blush high on their cheeks. some of the charms are custom, the koala with an mclaren shirt, the number 2 charm with op inscribed so small it almost isn’t there.

when logan disappeared after he was dropped—not to oscar, never to him—oscar started carrying the keychain around more often, the hefty weight of it soothing the curling anxiety.

he knows logan carries his around too, he hasn’t seen it, but he knows that it’s nestled somewhere in his backpack, under a sweater or in between the random things he carries around.